True LIfe: I Can't Follow TV Shows like the rest of you

I suck at TV.
I watch plenty of it.
But I suck at it.
And I confess when the finale of HIMYM aired a few weeks back, I felt not one single emotion.

While everyone in a meeting or at the office raves over the latest episode of The Walking Dead or Scandal (are these even the hit shows anymore?), I am experience FOMO to the umpteenth degree.

Mark me down as the only mid-twenties human in the country that doesn't follow any TV series regularly.  I can't because it's too overwhelming, the plots, characters, and behind the scenes details is all just too much for to follow.  I have a hard enough time keeping up with all my friends on different coasts and work/school schedules that I sure as heck can't be held responsible for knowing what happened in a episode three weeks ago.

Once the FOMO got the best of me, I was determined to get on board with Game of Thrones, but after a very long and grueling three episode marathon I was asleep and so confused I felt like I had just taken a course understood nothing.  Then seeking to understand, I attended 'office hours' (aka asking my lovely fiance who was who for about seventeen minutes), but got so frustrated with not being able to keep up that I quit, feeling even more confused than I was when I started seeking clarification.  So that's where my attempts to watch cool shows was born and died again, all in a three hour setting.

What is my type of TV then, MINDLESS and Plotless TV, which actual takes away points for my intelligence, I am well aware.  But I can follow shows like Criminal Minds, Property Brothers, The Voice, or 10 Outrageous Acts of Science without know a single character, which is what I need.  Sixty minutes (okay 42minutes, we record everything) of a fully developed story with a beginning, middle, and end.  I can't follow all those interesting side story shows,  that will inevitably have the entire social media world buzzing (hello HIMYM finale) and possibly even cause twitter to crash with it's 'surprising' plot twist.

Here are some shows I have tried to get into but failed.
Girls
Sherlock
Game on Thrones
Breaking Bad
Friday Night Lights

Any suggestions of shows I might be able to follow and enjoy?
Clearly I could use a little help.

5 tips for Picking Engagement Picture Outfits

So much pressure.  We have to look so in love, comfortable, and timeless.  But cheesy poses aside, the outfit picking might be the WORST part of the whole dang thing.  Or at least that how it feels right now.  I have to look attractive, and not too sexy or revealing.  The look has to be trendy, but timeless.  And I have to figure all this out by this weekend.  So I compiled a list of things I'd like my look to be. I don't want to wear something all to trendy that looks completely awful in ten years, I mean will big statement necklaces still be cool in 2024?

But back to the list:  REQUIREMENTS FOR ALL POTENTIAL CLOTHING OPTIONS
1. Attractive
2. Trendy
3. Timeless
4. Flattering
5. Apporirate

But most of what I have read about what to wear really just says, be yourself.  So I went to the mall in search of the perfect look, and sough out help in the ladies department.  My words exactly,  "I would like something flattering, shirt, or dress that is either plain color or has a simple patterned," and she returned with a black bag of a shirt and statement necklace, I almost gave up.  But instead I grabbed one my besties and hit the mall.

I ended up with this dress, this shirt, and these skinnies.  I might now wear any of it, and I might wear all of it.  Regardless I feel all fit the list above and will be great classic additions to my closet.  As per all other things awesome, these pictures are a great excuse for my recent return to blonde, a gel mani pedi, and an appointment to get make up done.  Pretty much every girls dream.

Basically, I can't wait to see how they turn out, I've been pinning for a couple weeks now of poses I like.  We'll see just how many we can make look half way decent without feeling to ridiculous and silly. 

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P.S. If there is one thing I am certain of in all of this, it's this dress will be loved and worn for years to come.

Return to Blogworld

I thought about writing this 'I'm Back' post yesterday, but thought better of it when I realized it could be perceived as a terrible Aprils Fools joke.  Good news is, it's not.  I plan on being back to blogging!  Thanks Amanda, for calling me out! I missed you too!!!

While I've been away, I've been doing a whole slough of nothing including but not limited too attempting to grow my hair out, pinning the shizz-nit out of wedding inspirations, reading three times as many books as I did last year, watching Divergent one too many times than I probably should (for the record that's twice), traveling to see friends and family, and attempting to plan my wedding.

And while most of the blog land can do all of these things, and continue to blog regularly, I can not.  As I have proved to you for the past two and half months.  In conclusion multitasking is not a strong suit.

This weekend marks the first of the true insanity that 2014 promised upon arrival, and just when I thought I was too busy before, I signed us up to register (this list was super helpful) and have our engagement session this weekend.  Insert every tacky 'we are so in love' face and pose here, I can't wait to stare into his eyes for uncomfortably long periods of time.  Please, just let us get a handful of decent shots out of it, we need something to put on our save the dates.

Also I am back to blonde, after three months of a dirty, dishwater blonde ombre, and I swear the second those foils were in my hair I had a deep sigh of relief.  Is it just me, or is my hair supposed to grow out of my head this color? 

Please Note: The ombre was done not out of choice, but necessity.  When attempting to grow hair as long, quick, and healthy as possibly natural colors are better, cheaper (don't have to dye it as much), and healthier (due to less dye) than the blonde.  That being said there was no way I was about to let a professional photographer document my terrible sin.
 
So I'll be back tomorrow sharing some advice on what to wear during engagement photos, and probably a few other fabulous things.

WIW: A Gussied Up Bookworm

This was the ensemble I created for a very important business meeting I was last week, and I was SO damn proud of myself. Curled hair, tights, and booties all in one outfit, this only happens every month or two, maybe.

When I got to work someone commented that I was 'gussied up'.  Now gussied up wasn't quite what I was going for, dressed nicley or put together might have been some of my choice synonyms, but 'gussied up' it was. 

So when the meeting was cancelled and re-scheduled for today (internal monologue/dilemma, can I wear this outfit? ...no one in the meeting saw it or reads this blog), I was heartbroken, and had the thought every blogger has when things like this happen. Damn I wasted a good hair day.

Good hair day or not you probably noted the blonde locks are gone.  They aren't gone for good, but in hopes of growing my hair as many (hoping for at least three) inches before the wedding I returned to my natural color so I could go a few more weeks, or months without dying it.  All things considered we will see how long this color lasts, I'm already anxious.

As for other things about this post this skirt was a $14 sale find at Nordstrom (still on sale), and I love it. Worn it too many times to count since I got it.   The scarf was a gift, and home knit via arm knitting.  I've never heard of it before, but turns out it's a beautiful thing.  Maybe I'll try it, or maybe I won't my New Year's resolution  was to read 52 books this year, which I am still unsure is actually going to be attainable.  So my 'free time' is usually consumed with book-worm-itis, and am happy to report I am three down so far.  Now just 49 more to go.

If I go missing. You know where to find me. On my couch kindeling.

Crying, Cuddled on the Couch

These pictures were taken on manual mode.  #proudbloggermoment

 

I had deemed yesterday a 'domestic' day, and after a super fun day in the city with some friends, more to come later, I had big plans (i.e. dusting, organizing, pile sorting, and laundry folding galore).  I love and hate days like these.

Also may I give you all some love for being here and supporting me both newcomers and returners.  It's been a while since I've been around these parts, I know. I haven't given up just needed some time away from the 'web life' if you will.  The holidays, travels, and wedding plans have been keeping me busy enough.

Flipping the TV on just for white noise was harmless until Marley and Me was on. I was vacuuming and wasn't going to watch it, but then somehow found myself sitting on the teeny tiniest corner of the bed thinking, "I'll just watch until the commercial."  

Then I blinked and an hour and half later, there I was pathetically balled up, on the couch, cuddled next to my little Zoey, crying crocodile tears.  I have seen this movie a handful of times, and haven't ever shed a tear while watching it.  Twenty year old me was watching saying,"...what five years will do."

It'd be a understatement to say that Zoey has changed our lives; I often feel as though she had made our lives.  She acts perfectly (that is a bold-face lie, she isn't all that well behaved) as our baby girl, and we love her, spoiled or not.

Watching the Marley grow with the family yesterday was scary, intimidating, awesome, emotional, and insightful all at the same time.  My mind was running five gazillion-million miles a minute and there I was kissing Zoey (yes I give my dog approximately 97 kisses a day) imagining her with grey around her snout, 56 years young.

So after I had finished crying I realized in five years, I had gained life perspective.

Twenty year old me enjoyed the movie, but could not relate, nor see that far in the future.

Twenty five year me is begging time to slow down, and just pause for a second so I can enjoy my puppies energy, our engagement, my youth, and all the other things that are happening every single day.

I can't wait to see what happens in our lives. And I certainly can't wait for Zoey to grow to be a more dynamic part of our family.  We already have so many memories with her that I can't even imagine what the years to come might have.

And while at first I thought it was lame that I was sitting here typing an entire post about how much I cried during the movie, and how awesome my dog is. I realize it's awesome.

So Close to Christmas

It's not the best photo I know, but this little one (my darling niece) has it all right.

Christmas is so close, she can basically touch it.

And while again, I've got nothing for you.

I promise you more after the Holidays.

And while I've been full of false promises before.

This one, I won't.

Being Present . A Present.

This was the center piece at my Company Holiday lunch created by moi, can you say pinspired?

Now if only the wrapping paper were a sweater and the ribbon was a scarf I'd be on point with all the rest of you bloggers.  But it's not.

As Christmas creeps closer and closer, I can't help but feel overwhelmingly excited and anxious for 2014.  But before the New Year, we've got lots to do.  I have one last Christmas present to buy... and I am done.   One would thinking by getting a jump start in October I'd be done by now, but buying on present in October and then waiting 'til December for all the rest doesn't really count.

My parents are heading out to see my brother, sister in law, and darling niece this weekend, and I am only just the slightest bit jealous.  Her presents this year are classic Christmas books with writing inside the front covers.  I've told her to never stop believing in Santa and spirit of Christmas, and to always embrace the love and cheer the Holiday season brings.   Sure at seven months she's a little young for these big messages, but they are always important.  Plus who doesn't love How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Polar Express, and The Night Before Christmas. 

As for me, sure I've asked for presents, there are quite a few things on my list.  But truth be told I'd be happy if there weren't a single thing under the tree, wrapped with my name on it.  I've had a year to be thankful for, with much much more to look forward to in 2014 (cough our wedding cough) which is a present it's self.  

And while we're talking about the word 'present', I'll try to be more present on this bloggity blog of mine, because here it is December 17th, and I've blogged a whopping four times.

What does the word present mean to you these days?

THAT Target Vest

Hello uber tacky over the shoulder 'poses'. I mean seriously, what is happening to me?

I have been meeting with wedding photographers (how do you interview a photographer anyway?), and after taking these I realize, I am going to need a LOT of work on the big day.

From what I have been told you have to go with whoever feels best, etc. Which is all fine and dandy but they all seem great, so I am going with someone I 'know' and picked the photographer who did my friends engagement and wedding pictures. Nothing can beat 'tried and true' right?

Anything else to report?
Nope, aside from the fact that I am wearing that Target vest that everyone every blogger and their Mom has, and I love it.

Shirt//BP Nordstrom. Vest//Target. Leggings//Nordstrom.  Boots//Nordstrom

Home Alone

How classic is this movie?

I mean seriously though. Also anyone see the most recent buzz feed article of what Buzz's Instagram would look like. I died. If you haven't read it- go read it now. After you finish reading this post, duh!

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But I was 'home alone' this weekend and by that I mean my fiance (gawd I am fancy like that) was at the game, so this little gal was all alone.

For something that seems so simple, I was awestruck by it.  Rarely and I mean rarely and I home alone.

And guess what happened. Nothing notable. 

I spent most of the day in my sweatpants and slippers and talked the bestie on the phone for close to two hours, and feel confident it is exactly what I needed.  After a marathon of Thanksgiving, being in the wedding, and then family galore somehow the four days off last week were not enough.

While I had great plans of wrapping all our Christmas presents this weekend. I didn't.
I was going to write lots of blogizzle posts. I didn't.
And I was going to finish all the laundry, but guess again. I didn't.
Strike three, I'm out.
 
And on that note.
I am out to freeze my little booty off work.

Discoveries.

The past four days have flown by, and before I knew it, Thursday just about smacked me right in the face, and I hadn't visited this space in over a week.  Blogger fail.  But I've been reading yours, I promise. What else would I do while eating breakfast in the morning.
Blogs > Newspaper.

Since I've been gone I am have made some life changing discoveries.

First, wedding photo booths are better with lobsters, duh.

A dogs paw works on a touch screen. And yes I actually made my dog use my iPhone yesterday, and you should have seen the joy radiating off me while making her do it. What, you don't try things with this with your dog? I swear I'm normal.  She's great at checking email, texting not so much.

Frozen pineapple, Kale, OJ smoothies are Ah-maz-ing. Seriously try it. It's like a tropical party, that's healthy too.

Nothing will prepare you for trying on wedding dresses. It feels as foreign as it sounds,  dueling with the feeling of being a life size barbie, and event that doesn't describe it.  I've tried on many a-dresses. I swear nothing had me ready for this feeling, nothing.

Nine o'clock bed times aren't just for Grandparents, they are for me too. And I am not even ashamed by it.  I just. can't. hang.

Extended warranty's may just save you thousands. I've got my girl back (that's my car) and I love it even more than the day I bought it.  Eight days was simply too long to be apart. Never again lady, or at least I hope not.

Cyber Monday was not over rated. I scored this, some flights, and some accessories for over half off, and while I still know I'm getting ripped off, I feel a lot better about it.

And last, there is simple not enough Christmas this year.  With Thanksgiving falling so late, we don't have enough days of Christmas lights, music, trees, or stockings. Let alone enough days to shop.  Holy all hot dogs, hold on to your buns. We're 20 days out.

Changes and a Chance to Win $150

I blinked.
And there went; 2013 gone.
It's already Thanksgiving, and I've got a whole heck of a lot to be thankful for.

2013 marked a big year in my life.
I spent the first five months as normal me, and was blessed to become an Auntie in June.
My best friend and for all other purposes sister got married in August, and I gave a speech about her life and friendship. Try wrapping 24 years into five minutes, now that's a task.
September marked a quarter century. Holy shizzle-nit. I am getting old.
And November brought another new title of Fiance, and a nephew that couldn't be more perfect.

So I stopped to ask myself. Have I lost myself in all this craziness.
Some could arguably say I have (see above), but I'd like to think I've just come that much closer to defining my character.

Now what may change is your life, or shopping budget when you enter to win this $150 gift card.
Get on entering.

Advice to for the Days Post Engagement

First and foremost. Thank you to all your love and support. I still can't believe it's real (both my life and engagement), and I've been rockin' the ring for nearly a week.  Please note this picture was taken on the day of my engagement, just before it happened, hence no ring.

A week already. Holy Blazin' Saddles. I need to get things rollin', but seriously.

So here are some words from the wise. Except I'm not 'the wise', so here are some tips on days post engagement from me.

Go ahead and call your office and let them know you won't be in for a day or two; you'll be on the phone. Those venue calls and emails may make you crazy, but are so damn necessary. Take good notes ladies. They (the venues) mean business. Also if I haven't emailed you back (that's all of you, lets be honest), it's because I've been emailing venues.  But I'm coming up for air and will be returning them shortly ;).

Remind yourself that you are not dreaming, and that the ring too is real. And then remind yourself that yes, you are in fact some one's fiance.  Because it's just plain awesome.

Your family. Don't forget about them. They all want to know and share your exciting news. Embrace the love and support they extend to you.  Then meet with them to give them your venue information (ASAP) and start making decisions; the earlier the better.

Look cute, because everyone who knows you is going to want to see the ring talk to you about the engagement, but let's not lie probably see the ring. You DON'T want to be looking a mess. I'm just sayin'.

Just smile and embrace it.  This time if never going to come again.

Also, yes catch yourself looking down at your finger for a few too many seconds, because your ring catches the light and your eye so perfectly.  There ain't nothing wrong with loving it.

Is this Real LIfe?

So I teased you yesterday about exciting news.

Here is my news.

As for the story,  that's something that is ours to keep forever.

Rest assured it was perfection in every, single, way.

Still not believing life is real.

But trying to enjoy each second.

Lake Dog.

So this is Zoey looked like chasing the ball BEFORE she saw the lake, and went STRAIGHT for it. It was only 19 degrees. I kid you not- that girl is such a water dog.

And what else happened this weekend?
Well A WHOLE heck of a LOT.
And for that you will have to wait 'til tomorrow.

Longing for the Mountains

I spent the entire work day yesterday (all eight hours of it) in the same conference room with two back to back meetings, and a furry of inhaling my lunch and sending the worlds longest email in between.  Talk about long day, I am clearly not cut out for cubical or clerical work.  Today I am back to my office for more Friday hustle and bustle until I bust out at 3:30 (if all goes as planned) for a weekend in the mountains. My favorite.

No there is not this much snow, YET, this picture is from last year Zoey's first snow adventure, and it was too cute not to share again.  Sorry for the repeat.

When packing for this weekend, I may have gone a bit overboard. Somehow three pair of jeans (and leggings too), six shirts, three scarves, two pair of boots and three jackets jumped in my suitcase. Whoopsies....the things that happen when I don't have a carry on size restraint or lb. limit.

And what are we going to do this weekend? We'll probably have grand ideas of going to get our annual season pass pictures taken, walking around looking perfectly mountain cute like this pinspired look.  But in all reality, I'll probably spend a ton of time in my Uggs and leggings by the fire, and drinking more than one three of the micro brews at the local brewery and restaurant.

It's going to be the perfect fall weekend, and a great way to share time together before the craziness of Thanksgiving (the middle child Holiday) and all the family members!

Oh my goodness. Only three more HOURS.
#ithinkicanithinkican

What you Should be Buying Right now!!!

 

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I spent the better half of last night browsing the endless pages of F21, Old Navy, and Nordstrom website. Because what else do you do when your better half is still under the weather, and in bed at 6:30 right. Totally normal.

I compiled a very thorough list of things I want need want.

Starting with this lovely sparkle top. Summer with white jeans and wedges, winter with a bondage skirt, tights and boots. Yes please.

This houndstooth sweater that looks like a socially acceptable way to wear a blanket in public and to work. Sign me up yesterday.

These leggings got five star reviews and are on sale. Um again why were these not always in style. The comfort, oh the comfort.

And wearing said leggings with this ombre top, might be the closest thing I come to ombre. Although I'd love to do  my hair, I am afraid it will look weird on my short locks? Thoughts? Regardless this shirt is spot on.

Booties for days is my motto this season. Or at least I would like to think so. I have two pair from Target, an old pair from Nordstrom and counting.  Thinking these Olive ones might be a nice addition. With jeans and a loose sweater. I die inside.

Layering up with a big jacket in the cold is also awesome. This leopard gem is no exception. Now just get in my closet.

And a stylish Thanksgiving sweater could easily double as belly cover up in style is perfection. 

I am sure I saw more.

But these are the ones that made the 'official' blog list.

What are you craving?

Wanting?

Needing?

 

The Little One

Now I know you are probably thinking I stole this photo from a 'how to parent' website, but I didn't. This was real life this weekend.  My niece was here, but you probably already knew what I was up to.

Aside from spending most all weekend together, and sharing 139,204 hugs and 194,731 kisses with the little one, I went on a 9 mile run, nursed a sick boyfriend back to health sorta (I hope), took my bridesmaids dress to the tailor, and finally took my camera off manual mode.  And that's just when I captured this precious moment. 

While it's far from perfect, out of focus, and somewhat out of contrast. It's progress.  Which is really all I'm asking for.

As per my niece. Well shes nothing short of perfection and in the three days shes been here, shes laughed, smiled, and whimpered twice.  Not bad for a five month old.  If it's genetic then I guess I might be in luck when we decide to have little ones, but something tells me ours won't be quite as perfect.

We're heading to breakfast before they get on the plan in a couple of hours, and saying goodbye to that little face isn't going to be easy.  Can't they just move closer? But I am for sure thankful for the time that we got to spend together, and I can't wait to see her again.  Something about her smile just stole my whole heart.

P.S. Been inspired by Nadine, and pretty sure these will be happening this week. I can only resist for so long.

Why Thanksgiving is the Middle Child of Holidays

Thanksgiving is the 'token' middle child.
I'll explain.

On November first all the stores go from Halloween Headquarters to Christmas galore, forgetting almost completely about Thanksgiving. My personal favorite Holiday.

Who doesn't want to celebrate a Holiday that reminds us all of what we have to be thankful for, and allows you to eat nearly three times the daily recommended calories in one sitting, including apple pie? It's what I call the mecca. But lets not lose focus.

Walking Apple pie. The Best.

When Halloween comes around, everyone is excited! Neighborhoods are super spirited with decorated porches, carved pumpkins, and the coolest or most original costumes. Much like the first child. The parents to be spend weeks decorating the nursery, finding the perfect 'take home outfit', and gathering all the other necessary baby supplies.  They are excited to start their little family.

Then Thanksgiving is here, the Holiday that is based on feelings, including but no limited to, thankfulness, appreciation, gratitude, and the list goes on. Similar to how you hear families talk about their second child.  'We're so blessed', 'Couldn't be more happy', 'So much to be thankful for'.

And when Christmas finally gets here, everyone forgets about Halloween, and Thanksgiving and is just excited to be in the giving spirit, but also to have the long string of Holidays over (no I'm not forgetting about New Years). The last of the major Holidays to round out what has felt like a three month marathon, which is the third child.

If, for the sake of the analogy, you've finally made it to New Years, and you have yet another kid, well you're already in a league of your own here. And I've got nothing for you.

And when people talk about the 'Holidays' they start with Halloween, and jump right over to Christmas without even skipping a beat.  Yeah Thanksgiving might not be the most entertaining Holiday, but it's a Holiday none the less, and again any day that I get paid to sit around eat, drink, and eat some more with family and friends is the best in my book.

And while I am not a middle child, I imagine this is how a middle child often feels, just like Thanksgiving.  And while I am the youngest, that wouldn't be half bad.

Secrets Do Make Friends....

Hey girl heyy loyal Stay Blonde Ski Local readers! I'm Tami and I blog over at Friday Morning Buzz. Today Kaylin and I decided to share stories about our "secrets". Well, you might not know this about me--in fact, if you're reading this, you might not know me at all. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tami, and I'm a total basket case.

Struggle bus. Front row.

You see, from the outside, I kiiiind of look like I have my shit together. I have a full-time big girl job (just got a new one, in fact). I take care of a rambunctious pup, two very particular felines, and one lovable piece of work I call a boyfriend. Most days I show up on time, get my recommended four servings of vegetables, and sometimes even put a few miles on my running shoes. But most of the time, under it all, I'm one hot ass mess.

Exhibit A: We're going out to dinner on a Friday night. Should be a blast, right? Wrong. I want Mexican. John wants BBQ (again). We go back and forth for a few minutes, and he gives in. Great, right?! Wrong again. Why don't we just do BBQ like you wanted, babe? Actually, I really don't want pulled pork again. I really want soft tacos. But, no, it's your turn to choose. But I reallllly want tacos!

What should be a mindless decision turns into a long, drawn out, torturous affair to which my boyfriend finally throws his hand up in the air says something like 'What do you WANT me to say right now?!'

The truth is, I have no idea. I really don't.

Take another example, after my first day of work earlier this week. The day had gone smoothly--perfectly, even. But when I got home, I just started to fall apart. Our landlord was there waiting at the door, wanting to get inside with a bunch of gear to finish painting a wall. The dog was jumping around like an utter madman, as if my calves had suddenly turned into juicy steaks he needed to devour immediately. The phone was blowing up with calls from my mom, John, and friends, checking in to see how my first day went. To top it all off, when I reached in the fridge to grab the ice cold beer I'd been dreaming about all day, the Landshark box was empty.

And I just lost it. Right there in the living room of our rental house, apropos of nothing at all catastrophic, I broke down in tears. Who does that? I do.

Is this a cry for help? Maybe. But more likely it's me looking for a little validation, for someone to throw back all the crazy I'm putting out there there and tell me I'm not the only one who will go to the mall, buy something, get home, decide I hate what I bought, go back to return it, and decide to keep the damn thing after all. Men are right. Women are crazy. Or maybe it's just me.

So that's my secret. Under this put-together office ensemble is a raving lunatic who spent fifteen minutes looking for her car keys and also probably forgot to put on deodorant. You're welcome.

If you're a little cray cray too, you can read more of my antics here.

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This Little Face

If I could look this cute in stripes and pumpkin hat, all while gnawing on my fingers, I would totally do it. Minus the finger gnawing part, maybe.  Somehow I don't think that it'd be quite as flattering on me.  This little one, oh and her parents (my brother and sister in law) are coming to visit this weekend. And I'm ready to give her 2,492,731 hugs, and twice as many kisses. 

I mean, that face.

I'm also ready to see her in the adorable leopard jeans I bought her at Target, that I just couldn't resist, which I am sure her Mom is thrilled about.  I might even wear my leopard jeans and be super matchy matchy, you never know.

Although we are a airplane ride or eight long driving hours away from the three of them, I am determined to make my mark at the 'coolest Aunt ever' by drowning her in fun and cute things forever. Or maybe until I have kids of my own. Time will tell.

Among other things I am excited about these days.
The list is long.

Starting with:
A weekend in the mountains
Our new mailbox
Thanksgiving
Painting the Front door
The wedding
Finishing the Deck
The pumpkin bread I just made
And my new vest
My kindle
and the onset of Ski Season

I can't wait.