The mama The mini The mulligan … Won’t let me take a picture of him, but suffice it to say that my Toronto vacation turned into sleeping in a hospital chair followed by a Scandal marathon with a grouchy, drugged-up fella friend missing a body part. So I will need a Canada mulligan.
From about eighth grade on, my life revolved around basketball—pickup, practice, drills, rec league, school teams, AAU, open gyms, the sport court we built just for me on the side of our house. My high school and early college experiences centered around basketball, and I loved it. I love sports, teams, camraderie, physicality, training, playing,…
Natty, I’m grateful for my constant plus one. “I thought your burrito was going to be your Feel Good Friday.”
I just have to say … I like guys. Like, not one in particular, but I like to date guys. I have crushes on guys. Good, that’s settled. I also like football. I also like trying out Fitwall with my girls (but I still like to date dudes). I also like my unstainable white dress…
I don’t have to be grateful, and I don’t have to write about all the things I am grateful for—but I can, and I am. I am grateful. I am grateful for work, work friends, my first Cirque du Soleil (Kurios), a suite at the Ducks game, two football victories, volleyball wall drills, the gym, dinosaur…
There was this time this late summer, where I had just moved into my place in HB and wasn’t traveling and flag football hadn’t started and my achilles was injured so most working out was out so my weeknights were lazy and my weekends were lazy and I started to wonder if this was what…
I’m back home (one of ’em anyway) for the wedding of yet another couple I successfully set up! I can’t wait to watch these two get married in the beautiful mountains. I’ve been here for a few days, and there’s just no place in the world like Aspen.
They left me with sunglasses. Sunglasses that I love and coveted while they wore them, but still, sunnies. Now obviously by a-holes I mean my best friends and by leaving me I mean moving off on their own adventures and overall I mean that I am not bitter or jealous but extremely happy for their success and…
My mama is the best. Everyone who knows her thinks so. I am lucky enough to get to call her all the time—and some times, I do mean ALL the time. Tiny frustrating thing at work? Call the mama. Sort of exciting news? Call the mama. Possibility of exciting possibility? You guessed it: call the…
This was my weekend last weekend: And sure, it took me and the dog a little bit to recover from what was supposed to be two nights backpacking covering just 13 miles to two nights backpacking over 20 miles (landslide got in the way), but I think we’re both grateful for the opportunity to go…