Archive | November, 2015

something to be said.

19 Nov

There is something to be said for racing down a hillside as fast as gravity will carry you, legs churning and lungs burning; and there is something even bigger to be said about running down that hillside as fast as can be, in the snow.

It’s the slow burn of the steady resistance that the knee-deep snow creates against the muscles in your legs and knobby footing of your boots. It’s the way the snow feels as it gets kicked up in your erratic gallop, smothering the atmosphere in glitter and snow dust.

It’s the joy you get from allowing yourself to fall out of control, even for a moment, as you slip and slide down the snowy field, a giggling shriek emanating from deep within your chest.

And when you’re finally at the bottom, collapsing to the ground into a pile of cold cotton and feeling the effervescent spray coat your face as the glittery dust cascades back to Earth.

Yes, there is definitely something to be said.

[d]hog heaven.

18 Nov

Happiest dogs in the whole, wide world.

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oh hey monday.

16 Nov

You are looking mighty fine!

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i get it from my mama.

14 Nov

Not everyone can boast about their fabulous relationship with their mother. A relationship in which you actually seek out opportunities to travel together, have a night at the theater together, watch the Sunday Morning Show “together” (though 1000 miles apart), and have virtual fashion consultations on a weekly basis. A relationship where you can quite honestly say that you are each other’s favorite people, where non-stop giggles are commonplace and date nights always come with dessert.

A few weeks ago we were fortunate enough to jet-set away to New Mexico for an epic chick trip exploring the Land of Enchantment. We began our getaway in Santa Fe where we shopped, gallery hopped, listened to live music in the town square, hiked around Bandelier National Monument, caught up with Tommy Moe, and noshed on some delicious New Mexican cuisine.

From Santa Fe we made the trek up to Taos where we nestled into small town life, hanging with llamas, making friends with our B&B neighbors from New England, traipsing across the Rio Grande Gorge with migrating tarantulas, were blessed by the sacred dirt from el Santuario de Chimayo, and checked out the quaint New Mexican hamlets of Red River, Chimayo, and Questa.

What a lucky girl I am!

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monster may.

12 Nov

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I was hopeful, that after almost a full year as a mountain pup, Mayhem would grow into a dog who is at least tolerant of the cold. Alas, that does not seem to be the case and tolerance does not seem to be in Miss May’s vocabulary.

So long as the temperature is above freezing and it’s not actively raining or snowing, thereby mussing up her stripes, Mayhem enjoys romping through the snow; running at full speed and launching herself off of snow banks into piles of the fluffy white stuff. But the minute her head gets wet or her little paws get chilled, her romping quickly evolves into pitiful howls and shivers that wrack her body with their tremors.

This morning, with the temperature sitting at a crisp 4°, May flat out refused to go outside; opting instead to remain snuggled up with her bone by the fire.

She is a diva, I tell ya.

A diva.

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