Table 14: Compound of Dreams

35 minutes of Aerobics, 54 minutes of unidentified “Sport.” That was the report back from the exercise tracker on my Fitbit after Alex and Travis’ wedding. (Oh right, guys I got a new Fitbit so you don’t need to worry about me anymore.) If that intense exercise report isn’t a sign of a good wedding, I…

Life is too short not to celebrate every chance we get.

There’s a Holiday for That

We have a tradition in our family of gifting each other Shutterfly photo calendars for Christmas. They are always my favorite present (except the one year I got a robot vacuum because come on… a robot vacuum? What is this The Jetsons?) I love making the calendars too because it’s such a great way to relive the…

Dear Fit Bit, I miss you. I miss us.

Dear Fitbit,

Dear Fitbit, It’s been two weeks since you left me. And I need you to know that even though I’m smiling on the outside, I’m really not okay. I miss you. I miss us. And I want you back. I understand why you left. Really, I get it. I didn’t appreciate you as much as…

Why we simply can't help it that we love The Bachelor. It's science.

Here For The Right Reasons

I’ve made several nods to The Bachelor television franchise since the start of this blog many moons ago. (Well, March 2017, so like 3 moons?) And it seems like a good time to elaborate on my love as we are a couple weeks into the most dramatic season in The Bachelor/Bachelorette/Bachelor in Paradise history and…

Lipstick On A Pig

The old saying goes that you can put lipstick on a pig* but it’s still going to be a pig. Fair. But you know what, pig is going to get a serious self confidence boost today with that lipstick on. Pig is going to feel totally put together even though it was a rough night…

Writing While Hungry: Work Trip Part I

I took a work trip to Philadelphia for a couple days last week and there were two non-work related takeaways. Flying without kids after flying with kids is super weird. I had so many hands… what was I supposed to do with my hands… They weren’t holding anything or feeding anyone or directing a small child away from…

Hopes, Dreams, and the DMV

Last summer, I had a heart-to-heart with a stranger at the DMV – your typical Tuesday. After diving deep into our hopes, dreams, and heartbreaks, we ventured into lighter conversational territory. Which made sense, because you know, we met 20 minutes ago in line at the DMV. Kenzie asked me about my hobbies to which…