We miss these guys. We miss the laughter, we miss the wine and cheese, we miss the friendships.
Use your Cranium and spend time with good people this weekend, okay?
I got me a job.
See, even though I *want* to sit by the pool of our apartment and count floaters (no, not those kind) day in and day out, it’s just not practical. Someone has to pull down a job to pay for the fact that I am eating my body weight in Panang curry each day. Turns out, that person might as well be me.
Surprisingly enough, it didn’t take me long to land one.
(you were surprised, weren’t you?)
Behold, my new boss:
Now, I am employed doing very important work on the Internets for Hub’s startup. I’ve requested to be named Chief Internet Warrior Princess, but you know how slowly things get done when they have to go through an imaginary HR department. Conversely, in the news of progress, I’ve been working going on three weeks now and so far haven’t been canned.
I begin each day by sauntering 15 paces from the bedroom to my “office” in the living room. It’s pretty low key, although I’m brainstorming office drama to stir up. Throw ideas at me if you have them.
Obviously I shoplifted this idea from my bloggy friend, Jenny. Check out her adorable and festive paper garlands too!!
1. Spend all of your creative energy making the adorable flagged skewers and have someone else wash, cut, and assemble the fruit kabobs.
2. Bring them to a bridal shower, taking full credit for your overflowing craftiness and never mention that you stole this idea from the internet.
Well, my heart just got pierced straight through. I shouldn’t care but I do. I really do.
I got the scoop on the new homeowners of our first little house and what I found out HORRIFIED me. See, I had heard that the new home owner was a resident at Mayo Clinic and in my heart I dreamed that she was a smart, sporty chick that loved potted herbs and her Grandma. But in actuality, she’s a SMOKER and instead of a nice plant taking in the sun on the patio, she’s got an astray. Instead of a visiting Grandma, she’s got a few big dogs that bark excessively and pee on my neighbor’s yard. I can just imagine my old house filled with smoke and greasy dog hair and it makes my heart so sad.
I wish to apologize to the neighbors I left behind because they were wonderful. We exchanged kind favors, baked goodies, Christmas cards and we even attended each others weddings. Now, I guess the new neighbors are just exchanging dirty looks and annoyed sighs. I honestly had no idea and I am just as upset as they are.
How can you be a resident at one of the most prestigious clinics in the world *and* a smoker? Isn’t that somehow mutually exclusive?
Tears and a troubled heart,
We’ve been living in Colorado (whoa, that was a weird realization) for a little over two weeks now. We work during the weekdays from home but are taking advantage of the weekends to get acquainted with this very sexy state. Wanna know more? Kinda on the fence? It’s alright, I get that.
1. We biked to the Saturday morning Farmers Market. Its backdrop is a gorgeous pathway along a feisty creek and abuts *insert junior high joke here* an ornate Japanese tea house. The location alone is charming, not to mention all of the produce, homemade goods, music and food stands which made my eyes bulge (and conversely, Hubs wallet shrink.). We picked up some mixed greens, colorful carrots, avocado-jalapeno-hummus, and some nummy nuts as a gift for our brother back home.
We also noticed the Farmers Market is a zero waste market. All of the food vendors serve on recyclable or compostable wares, everyone brings their reusable bags, and there are these stations all around to help keep everything eco-riffic. My heart smiled, I’m not going to lie.
2. We hiked a local spot close to home called Mount Sanitas. It took about an hour to reach the summit and we had perfectly sunny weather for the climb (ie: pasty Candace smothered herself in sunscreen). We saw lots of folks on the mountain, including our neighbors from our apartment complex (how random is that?), people with babies in packs and their dogs – off their leashes, just scaling the rocky paths with no problem!
Unfortunately, we did bump into one mountain lion, but she had a friendly way about her.
3. We’ve been biking often to the main drag, Pearl Street, which is flanked with lovely (ahem, expensive) boutiques and fabulous restaurants. I’ve included a picture that has absolutely nothing to do with Pearl Street, but if I may, I’d like to mention I scored those skinny jeans from Target for $4.98. Applause is unnecessary but nobody in their right mind would turn it down, now would they?
4. We drove to the outskirts of a tiny mountain town called Nederland to hike a beautiful trail up to an incredibly scenic lake, nestled all cozy in the arms of the mountains. It’s gorgeous…at least that’s what we hear, because we never did make it up to that apparently amazing/breath taking/life changing trail to Blue Lake. Dark clouds, cold rain, bellowing thunder, swamped out trails and snowy impasses bullied us until we got half way up and decided to call it quits. Surely, my outfit choice of a tank top and shorts in the SNOW CAPPED mountains didn’t help motivate us to forge forth. It was, my friends, a Blue Lake Hiking Fail. Fear not, we will try again! Probably.
5. Lastly, we’ve spent a few sunny afternoons at our apartment’s pool but you don’t need to see pictures of me in a terribly lumpy swimsuit and Hub’s bare startup shoulders. It just wouldn’t be right.
I was *really* hoping to boast of our fantastically entertaining road trip to Boulder, Colorado with clever anecdotes and hilarious pictures but turns out, so little excitement happened on our way to the mountains that it has taken all of my brain power to muster up this post.
Bare with me while I recap my (multi) state of mind in bullet form.
It’s been been a little over a week since that lengthy road trip transplanted us in higher altitude. Think it’s about time I tell you what we’ve been up to now that we made it here? Soon, my pretties, very soon.
Don’t get your Minnesotan long johns in a bunch. You see, we spent weeks packing up all of our belongings until the garage resembled an impenetrable cardboard thicket of our very cherished crap. Then, before we had a chance to catch our breath, Moving Day showed up.
Hubs secured a big butted truck,
God selected a tortuously muggy evening and I purchased classy refreshments,
and we rallied up a crew of fine muggles to work their Tetris magic (see, they have magic after all!) on our ridiculous amount of heavy furniture and my shamefully expansive collection of craft paper and stickers.
You know what? It was a hard, yucky, and dreadful task. But, our friends did us right that night and that’s why Hubs and I are huge, huge, HUGE, Packers fans.
My dear Packers, thank you sincerely for your generosity and very hard work. I am overwhelmed by your kindness and care and feel honored to call you my friends. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!!
P.S. This picture was too cute to keep all to myself.
This woman, though rather short, fills an extremely tall space in my heart. She is my Grandma.
Photography by Emily Griffith.
It’s her birthday tomorrow and I regrettably have to blow her some birthday kisses from the mountains this year (and pray they make it over that long bothersome stretch called Nebraska). Sorry, I have to run off because I’m getting all snotty and overemotional and I can’t see what I am typing anymore. Make sure you kiss your Grandma soon because they are special people.