In Wisconsin, skiing generally means frigid temperatures, neatly groomed snow, and runs that last 10-20 seconds. I hadn't been on a mountain since grade school, but ski racing was always "my sport" while growing up. While in Denver last weekend we were lucky enough to spend a warm sunny day in VAIL (!!!!) gliding through fresh powder, getting our legs rocked by the Rockies. Vail's logo says it best; it truly is like nothing on Earth.
If I weren't already so happy with my life in Wisconsin, I would move to Denver and become the biggest ski bum in town!
Do you ski or snowboard?
If you had the chance to move, where would you go!?
Catherine from Chic Geek (If you haven't visited her site yet, shame on you ;) she's definitely a favorite!) just introduced me to Zoubaby (via blogpost, sadly we aren't real friends. I'm awkward, I know).
...Should I insert more parenthesis and italics before I move on?
Since early winter I've been contemplating giving in to the Ugg phenomenon, and then I moved on to the slightly more attractive and versatile Hunter boots. But $125 for some rubber? Really? So I'm very excited to learn about Zoubaby. It's a classic look, warm and waterproof for all seasons, topped off with a monogram!
My boot war has officially ended. These Zouba baby's win.
Most people are packing swimming suits and flip flops, and I'm getting my hats and mittens together! Michael and I are heading to Colorado to visit his sister and "shred some gnar, dude." If I have to say goodbye to my sister today, I'm even more excited to say hello to his! Even though the only tan I'll get will be from my goggles, I can't wait to see her and ski in the heat!
I was browsing the beautiful Nicole's me oh my! and discovered a tour of her bedroom. My jaw dropped when I saw the above images. I've always wanted a statue of an old head and shoulders (why does that sound so creepy, haha, and why can't I think of it's actual term?). Her DIY's are so clever yet so doable! I always appreciate a fan of Ingrid Michaelson, and I always write down lyrics and post them around my room/office (via post-it, naturally), why not turn them into eclectic and romantic decor?! I can't wait to try them both for my new apartment. And I can't wait to see the look on Michael's face when I ask to trace him :)
Corey picked this past weekend to surprise us so she could attend the annual ball for Community Memorial Hospital. My grandpa was a doctor there for many years and helped co-found the hospital, so it's really important to him that everyone attends. Last year's ball was our final event as a family before she left, so her timing was perfect! Only Michael and my aunt knew she was coming home, so the surprises (and tears) were endless! It still doesn't even seem real that she's with us. It's like she's "just a mirage!" (If you remember that line from the movie Fifel Goes West, you get a gold star!) Despite all of the emotion, we stayed true to our family ways by owning the dance floor, one black tie event at a time.
My sister, Corey, left for a remote village in Ecuador on June 15th of last year, beginning a 27-month commitment to the Peace Corps. As inspiring as it was to see her go, it was also very heartbreaking for our tight knit family. We speak to each other as often as possible, but with her living in such an impoverished area the opportunities aren't as often as we'd like. I haven't seen her since that emotional moment in the airport last June (yeah, we were that family), and I haven't spoken to her in over a month. If you have a close sister, or anyone close to you in your life, you'll know that that's a long ass time (excuse my language ;) ).
On Friday, Michael made plans for us to pick up a friend at the airport later that night. The flights kept getting delayed later and later, and our poor friend got stranded in Chicago and had to take a very long cab ride up to Wisconsin. I quickly learned that this passenger was not our friend, but my SISTER! I was dumbfounded and speechless for a few hours, and the next morning we helped her surprise our parents. I'm sure you can imagine the emotions involved in our little family reunion :)
We're so blessed to have our little Ecuadorian home for nearly the entire week, so please excuse me if I'm a little MIA :) Enjoy your week, and enjoy your family!
After gushing one last time, I promise to move on from my obsessive reunion with Anthro. (Finally, I know). Their catalog conveniently arrived in the mail yesterday and I'm loving their Spring Collection, especially their model - isn't she glamorous?
It's probably been "that time of year" for awhile, but I keep making "that" window smaller and smaller. Now the snow is gone, the sun is out, the weather is (generally) above 35, and the race days are slowly creeping up on the calendar. (Maybe I should sign up for something?) I should've hit the pavement months ago, but snuggling into winter hibernation was so much more appealing than breaking a sweat at the gym.
Now Michael is teaching spin class and I finally have a clear schedule (and no more excuses) to be a supportive girlfriend and become an ex-lazy bum.
Can't wait to see his mad teaching skillz. 10 bucks says he throws in 5 extra hills, just cuz he loves me. 10 more dollars on him singling me out and yelling at me to use my butt. Oh, love, how you hurt me.
In my "transition period" of starting my first job and moving back home, I often forget to enjoy my life right now, instead of waiting to move into my new apartment, waiting to see Michael or waiting for friends to come home.
I feel like that would've been my favorite insult in 3rd grade. andd probably still in high school. Obviously very insulting, but I have to stay true to my "Comeback Queen" title. Insults like these made me an easy target for teasing, and my response was always similar to Chris Farley's in Tommy Boy, mumbling and stuttering followed by a ....shut up, Richard! Charming, I know.
Whether its providing your favorite comeback or favorite colorful hardware, Anthropologie never fails.