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.
I’m only a month late, but still wanted to share some snaps from the holidays in Mazatlan. We were actually just going to be in the Bay with D’s family, which I was kind of devastated about since I’ve never not been with my family for Christmas, but we ended up deciding to go last minute (as in Christmas Eve) and flew out on Boxing Day.
We’ve been going to Mazatlan since I was little, my grandpa has a house there, and it’s still one of my favourite places. Most of my fondest childhood memories happened there, so it’s fun to go back now and see what’s changed and what’s stayed the same, and it’s especially fun being there with my niece and nephew.
A few pictures from my favourite place with my favourite people. I spent almost a month in Montana this summer boating, surfing and drinking Twisted Tea.
Summer is not even officially over (and honestly I live in Arizona, so it is ever really NOT summer?) but I already can’t wait for next year.
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.
A few snaps from our first week in Hawaii, on Oahu. I was working most of the week, but I managed to squeeze in trips to North Shore, and Kailua, a graduation, and a sunset booze cruise with my parents.
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.
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.
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.
