A few snaps from the summer, including a visit to the NoDak, my grandpa’s birthday party in Sasky, and a lot of days spent on the water. I’m applying for an internship for next summer, so I’m glad I got in as much ‘home’ as possible while I had the chance.
My little brother graduated from high school a few months ago, and we were able to get family pictures done for the first time since our wedding. Love these so much.
Just a few pics from my dreamy hibernation holiday in Montana, which included too much polar bear plunging (once) and just the right amount of Rumchata (all of the Rumchata).
I am writing this from a Starbucks because we still don’t have internet (or furniture) at our new place. Â There are two older women across from me discussing how one of their ex-husbands has shacked up with “a floozy”, and I’m sneak downloading Shameless to watch later, snuggled up on my inflatable bed.
Starting tomorrow I should be back to a semi-regular posting schedule, there are still tons of photos and adventures to share from our trip, starting back in Kuta Lombok.
This has been my view for the last 6 days. It’s been pretty much dill pickle dip, mimosas and playing in the snow since we got here.
I have been wearing stretchy pants and a t-shirt the entire time. It may not be pretty, but it is pretty wonderful.
Happiness is Christmas in Montana.
I still can’t really grasp the concept that we’re actually not going to be going home for the rest of the year, I’m sure it’ll take some time for that to sink in.
Luckily I had an amazing week in Montana with my family before we left, I couldn’t have really asked for a better send off. I’m obsessed with that place.
Our daily agenda in Montana is some variation on the following:
9am: Creep leisurely out of bed for coffee, mimosas and fruit on the deck
10:30am: Six mile run with my mom. We’ve been doing the same route for 5 years. Six miles in California would almost kill me, but here it’s no big deal. Perhaps it’s the omnipresent threat of bears.
1:00pm: Lunch, either BBQ’d burgers or scavenged leftovers
2:00pm: Twisted tea and margaritas on the dock, then out in the boat for tubing, surfing and wakeboarding.
6:30pm: Sundrunk naps
7:30pm: Wine and pre-dinner appetizers on the deck
8:30pm: Supper time, either cooking at home or in to town to a restaurant
10:00pm: Drinking games (we just got this one) or relaxing by the campfire
I love it here, I’m never leaving, you can’t make me.
Noticeably absent from the agenda? Pedicures. There is no grooming at the lake.
Writing this from the deck of my parents cabin in Montana.
My whole family is here, I’ve got a Caesar in my hand, and baked brie in the oven.
There is literally nothing else I could want at this moment.
In just under an hour I’ll be taking off for Bend, to spend some quality time with my best girl. I haven’t seen her since my last foray up there in November, so it’s long over due.
I am hoping for a weekend of coffee and crosswords, Caesar’s, yoga, mimosas at Chow, and a really good chat, as both of us hate to talk on the phone so we don’t communicate very well in the long spans when we don’t see each other.
That’s the thing about best girl’s though, is that it doesn’t really matter how long it is between visits, because things tend to fall right back into place as soon as you’re back together again.
Last Wednesday, my parents called me from L.A., they were in Phoenix and decided to take a spur of the moment trip out to SoCal to watch the Sharks play the Kings.
We immediately decided we were going, but we were supposed to go to Phoenix for a wedding the next day, so it took a bit of finagling. We managed to switch our flights to leave from Long Beach, hopped in a rental car, and drove down.
We were only in L.A. for 24 hours, but we had a great time creeping around Venice and watching the game from a suite at the Staples Center.
Venice is one of my favourite beaches in southern California, I love the vibe, the people, and the graffiti. People there are so unique and unapologetic, and I love seeing all of the colourful art for sale on the boardwalk. We were there last year and I found an artist doing these really simple, almost comic book-like drawings, but they were so beautiful.
We stood and looked at all his paintings for almost an hour, because I wanted all of them and I literally could not pick a favourite, but eventually I got dragged away. I asked if he had a website where I could order some of his paintings, but he didn’t, and told me to come back because he was always there. He wasn’t there when we went back this time, so I shall spend the rest of my life fruitlessly searching.
I hadn’t noticed it the last few times we were there, but they have a really cool half pipe for skateboarding set up right on the beach. We stood and watched them for awhile, some of them were really good. I was pretty jealous of their skills, I tried to get the boy to teach me how to long board last year, but he pointed out that I would almost certainly be irreparably damaged due to my lack of coordination. He was not wrong.
Last weekend we had a first birthday party for our niece Olivia. I can’t believe it’s been a year since she came along, it’s definitely been eventful. She is by far the most popular person in the family.
Her birthday was cowgirl themed, all the decorations were cute. There was a bouncy house as well, and I couldn’t resist. I bided my time until all of the children were preoccupied in the backyard with cake and a pinata, and then I snuck in.
In a fit of childish glee, in combination with a fair amount of sangria, I overestimated my skills and bounced a little too over-zealously, and ended up spraining my ankle.
Don’t drink and bounce, kids.
loveliness. 