He’s My Little Bup Bups

I keep imagining my future nieces/nephews & children hugging your calf and crying to stay with Bup Bups. It was only 12 years ago that I used to sit on your foot and make you drag me around just like that. There’s never been a time that you weren’t there, even when you didn’t want/need to be. It’s inspiring to see you and Mom together, still so in love. You inspired me to set the standards to find an equally warm and caring man to love me forever, and I think I did a pretty got job.

Your nickname came from a YouTube video.

You created the custom Starbucks, Text-to-Order Saturday morning delivery service.

You sometimes played the role of mom AND dad, when needed.

As much as I hated you for it at the time, you pinned me down and ripped the broken earring post out of my lobe.

You always brought presents from your trips.

You taught me skills that a woman should have (I don’t have any other friends who can use a Recip saw or install a new windshield wiper motor!)

Hell, most of them don’t even know how to check their own oil.

You ran errands with me, and always brought me along to do errands with you.

You played the bad guy in situations where I couldn’t.

You covered for me.

You praised me.

You disciplined me. That’s the important word. I don’t see it as punishment now, you made me better.

You lifted me up when I needed it (or if you just felt like throwing me upside down over your shoulders).

Most importantly, you took us in. You loved me, you cared for me, you accepted me.

I love you Bup Bups. Thank you for being the #1 best Daddy in the whole world that I love so much.

The ‘step’ has been herein removed, indefinitely.



Six Months Ago

I was in the living room of my high school best friend, spending time with my Maid of Honor and her mother. It was late, rainy, and my feet were tired from breaking in my wedding shoes. The rehearsal dinner was filling, the coffee and dessert afterward was the perfect “Welcome Home” to Portland.

Six months ago was my last day under my maiden name, my last day before tying myself to my best friend for forever. I was nervous, excited and hopeful. We spent the whole night talking about you and I.

Nineteen months ago, we met. When I met you, I wasn’t planning to fall in love. I wasn’t even looking for a new best friend, but you changed all that. The attraction was electric and unexpected.

Here we are now with our future at our feet. Six months and yet it feels like an eternity. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love you. There’s not a single place on this Earth other than in your arms that I would rather be. Families blended, friends were made and two lives have been joined. You make me want to be better, for myself and for you. Your voice can light up my whole heart and soul with one word. You are my peace of mind when I’m caught in a storm. You really are the half of me that is better.

We’re not perfect, and we both make mistakes. Sometimes I say the wrong thing, and sometimes you just don’t understand. But we’re silly, and always each others’ best friend. We continue to grow together and discover new things about one another. I can’t imagine a life without you and soon, these six months will be a year, and then that year will turn into twenty. I don’t know where we’ll end up or how life will go, but I’ll be by your side and you’ll be at mine.

Six months ago,

my life changed forever, for the better.


It’s The (50) Little Things

  1. A faint breeze over your shoulders that isn’t too cold or too hot
  2. All the dishes being clean
  3. Fresh, locally grown produce
  4. Runner’s high
  5. The first time using a new lip balm
  6. Unpacking in a new home
  7. Buying something that is cheaper than you predicted
  8. A good ballpoint pen
  9. Kisses on your forehead
  10. A week with no breakouts
  11. The scent of vanilla
  12. Cozy sweaters that don’t itch
  13. Rediscovering an old favorite song or band
  14. Finally reaching that itchy spot on your back
  15. Discovering hole-in-the-wall places to eat
  16. Laying on the cold sand & listening to the waves crash past midnight
  17. Iced coffee that isn’t watered down
  18. A “been thinking of you and miss you tons” text from an old friend
  19. Looking at the stars, and really looking
  20. Opening the can of compressed cinnamon rolls
  21. Messy curls
  22. Smile from a stranger
  23. Buy one, get one
  24. Naps
  25. Paying for the coffee of the person in line behind you
  26. When a tattoo is finally healed
  27. New socks
  28. Baking for the sole purpose to share it with others
  29. Clean makeup brushes
  30. Catching the sun peeking just above the mountains
  31. Finishing a good book
  32. A stack of pancakes
  33. A perfectly executed high five
  34. The bite of chocolate at the bottom of a Drumstick cone
  35. Seeing balloons in the sky
  36. Sweat pants fresh out of the drier
  37. Pulling along any perforated line
  38. Not having to share your Ben & Jerry’s
  39. Inside jokes
  40. When the wing tips on both eyes match
  41. A good stretch
  42. Packing a healthy, filling and pretty lunch
  43. Seeing a full moon out your back windshield
  44. Learning a new song on an instrument
  45. No split ends
  46. Stuffed Crust
  47. Having jewelry professionally polished
  48. “We’re Expecting!” announcements from friends and relatives
  49. Getting told good job on something
  50. Knowing that the list of ‘little things’ in life is infinite and 50 is just a reasonably stopping point

Moving: A Beauty and a Beast

 You stop at the local café for that perfect chocolate croissant and then realize that after you leave, they will be few and far between. You park in your usual spot at work that overlooks the sun rising over the Bay, and notice it looks more spectacular that usual. You go to grab something from its usual place in your home, until you remember it’s already been wrapped up and packed away. Goodbyes start being said and the reality sets in.


Maybe you grew up here, and a new life chapter has presented itself to you, so you’re flying the coop. Maybe you’ve been here for a short time but you’ve rapidly fallen in love with it. Who knows? Sometimes it can feel like this place is all you know, like it’s been a lifetime; only to realize it’s been a short year and a half. Surrounded by the beach, the city lights, the valley, the culture, the life—you take the little things just a little more seriously. Coworkers and friendships have influenced you, unbeknownst to your conscious being. Even the mere thought of leaving these people, who have become your family, is a scary one.


Until you think about next week, next month, and all of the nexts that are lying at your feet. It’s exciting because you don’t know what they will be. You could stumble across an even better chocolate croissant, in an even more perfect café. You could meet the newest addition to your friendship circle. They might love your soul, your humor, or your spirit—maybe even all three. You are an adventure to everyone else, with stories to recount and people to tell about.


 I hear there are people who actually enjoy moving. Sounds like a disease to me – they must be unstable. Though it does have it’s poetry, I’ll allow that. When an old dwelling starts looking desolate, a mixture of regret and anxiety comes over us and we feel like we are leaving a safe harbor for the rolling sea. As for the new place, it looks on us with alien eyes, it has nothing to say to us, it is cold.

Jan Neruda, Prague Tales


The future will always be scary—because the future is the unknown and the unknown is scary. But when you look at your present, what will soon be your past, you have to accept the good and the bad. This makes the future seem worthwhile. And what’s waiting for you on the other side might be even greater than you know.


Hello, Gorgeous.


Okay fine, I’ll accept that I’m not Fanny Brice (but a girl can dream, right? Rachel Berry does it…)

Or Ariel for that matter… What the heck, I’m blonde…

Anyway, it’s been a while. And by while I mean more than two months because apparently when a gal gets married these days, blogging no longer matters.


Just a little update:

  • I have a husband! HUSBAND. I mean he’s heading to our next base in 9 days, but who’s counting? (hint: me)
  • I’m working hard to get my fitness and nutrition in check (and by hard, I mean with the occasional cookie).
  • I finally quit smoking.
  • My husband (still can’t get over that word) and I replaced our Camel Menthol Silvers with these babies

PS, iTaste did not endorse me to say this, but, THESE ARE THE GREATEST INVENTION EVER. If your idea of an E-Cig is the crappy gas station ones that die after three days, I’m here to change your mind. There are endless flavor choices and you can gradually lower your nicotine intake. But hell, if I’m not smoking chemicals, I’m totally okay with being addicted to nicotine for the rest of my life. TheVaporChef has flavors like Nutella, Butter Beer and ‘Unicorn Poop’. I have only one word for these things — AMAZEBALLS.

You’ve probably read that my beautiful co-writer, Lyss, and her husband are expected a little peanut this Fall. I’m beyond excited for them! But we also found out we won’t be together when school is over, so that’s a bummer.

I’ll keep this short and sweet. I’m going to start blogging regularly again because my hobby habits are at an all time low. What’s a girl to do when she only has a week left with her new Hubby and will be apart for the first time since tying the knot?

Aside from that, life is good. I’m happy, healthy and excited for the new chapter in my life– and can’t wait to take you all with me.

Until next time, Gorgeous.


The Miracle of Pregnancy

Pregnancy is beautiful. There are few things as perfect and wonderful as creating another human being. You get to be a vessel for a human life. Tell me… What’s more beautiful than that?

Oh, I know.

Being able to stay up past 9pm.

Not running out in the middle of work to puke your guts up.

Your pre-baby belly.

Being able to button your pants.

Not being a crazy hormonal little bitch to your husband.

Eating Chipotle and Chinese food, because holy crap no thanks anymore.

Having nice hair.

Redbull on Mondays.

The energy to make it to the gym.

Not crying during every single Glee rerun.

Going out for drinks on Friday night.

That drunk cigarette.

Sleeping on your tummy.

Listen, I know it’s worth it. When I hold my tiny little baby in my arms, all of these things will seem so trivial. But holy hell body, why do you hate me just because there’s a little alien creature inside of you? Jeez. Selfish.


Help Me Name My Tiny Human


So my husband and I have been going over and over names and found that we like too many girls names and no boys names. We’ve got a list going, but there are no clear favorites.

Obviously we don’t know the sex yet, but were entering the second trimester so it’s time to get serious. Help us out!


Charlie Raegan
Sloane Harper
Kerrigan Lily
Kingsley Mara
Ailish Olivia
Paisley Kay
Caroline Ainsley


Henry Flynn
Owen Reilly
Renley James
Macon Andrew
Jameson Caleb
Emerson Enoch