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.


Something Old, Something New


…you know how the rest of it goes.

A woman’s wedding is supposed to be the peak of her entire life. She finally found someone who wants to spend forever with her and her parents want to shell out the equivalent to a down payment on a house to make sure everyone and their brother knows about it. What’s the big deal? Aren’t a cute sundress and the courthouse all you really need to start the rest of your life with another human being? Apparently not. 

(This article is out of humor, and I appreciate every last detail my parents planned and paid for. They gave Jason and I a night that we will remember for the rest of our lives and we are eternally grateful. Love you guys.)


I mentioned some of these things before in my “What I’ve Learned After Getting Engaged” article, but after having experience them, I felt it necessary to repeat a few of them, and add in a few other wedding-tidbits.

Hair and Makeup Appointments = HASSLE 

I had a friend of my from high school do my bridal hair (shoutout to Whitney Nhor if you’re reading this girl, you rock) and my Maid of Honor came with me to get her’s done by another lady at the salon. First of all, I didn’t even know how I wanted my hair like a week before the wedding. I made my appointment five days prior to the big day and everyone kept calling me crazy. Originally, I wasn’t even going to pay someone to do it for me! Anyway… So I’ve mentioned before that I am a 90-year-old woman when it comes to Pinterest, right? Jason’s best friend Natalie (thankfully) showed me some of the ins and outs so I could find some good ideas that wouldn’t make me look like I was going to the 2002 Junior Prom. We decided on:


And obviously, we got to the salon and my hair was not cooperating with the idea of a waterfall braid. I didn’t mind switching up the plan to make sure we had enough time, but Whitney was determined. My stubborn locks finally let her weave magic onto my head and it turned out GAW-JUSSSSS. Meanwhile, Trish (MOH) was sitting in the chair next to me and this old, Eastern-European woman was giving her an updo fit for the Queen of England—and I don’t mean expensive and elegant, I mean old looking and too put-together. My beautiful best friend had just been turned into a poodle. We all just laughed at the situation and she just accepted that it would fall out and look more natural over the course of the morning. Let’s back track a little bit—I forgot clothes for that morning. I stayed over at Trisha’s house after the rehearsal dinner and in my brain, I was wearing my wedding dress the next day so obviously I didn’t need clothes. Except for the 7 hours prior to the wedding that I had to be in public! She is about five inches shorter than me and a few sizes smaller, in clothes and shoes. We ended up finding a pair of yoga pants and a jacket (that I wore without a shirt under it) and a pair of flip flops that were 2 sizes too small. Fast forward back to the salon—Trisha’s hair was finished and poor Whitney was still trying to tame my unruly hair into a Pinterest-perfect “do”. I couldn’t bear to wear those sandals any longer so Trish sprinted to Old Navy and bought me a plain, white pair of their classic flip flops (my mom pointed out that this will be an awesome memory and I HAVE to keep them, so I did).

Thanks to my insane head of hair, we were a little behind schedule getting to Nordstrom’s for my makeup appointment with MAC. Of course, traffic had to be all backed up on the day of my wedding. I rush into the store and get a seat; where I wait for over half an hour before a drop of product even touches my face. The girl comes back and covers me in primer and then disappears, this time for nearly 20 minutes! WOMAN DO YOU UNDERSTAND I HAVE A WEDDING TO GET TO AND IT HAPPENS TO BE MINE?! I understand it was two days before Christmas but damn it, I had an appointment and kind of wanted to feel important. After whatever shenanigans she was getting into, she finally comes back and I show her what I had in mind:


So her nimble little hands get to work and less than 20 minutes later she hands me a mirror and I see this:


All right, I can dig it.

Before I know it, both of my soon-to-be sister in laws show up and are waiting on me. Little did we know, traffic was getting worse by the minute and we were still 10 miles away. We finally get to the venue (only 10 minutes late, no biggie) and my mom and grandma were awaiting us in the Bridal Suite with champagne. Blah blah blah, getting into my dress and shoes and jewelry and veil and that entire snow queen garb. The best part, however, was my grandma giving my great grandmother’s blue floral handkerchief to pin around the stem of my bouquet, it was beautiful.


The preparation was stressful, the big day was exhausting, the reception was beautiful and full of my favorite people, but all I can say is that we were both happy for it to all be over and get the chance to enjoy some time at home together as husband and wife (still getting used to using those words). Take it from me when I tell you that nothing wedding-wise will ever turn out as planned but it won’t matter because the most important thing is that you’re creating a new lifetime with the coolest person in the world—and that’s that.



Temporary Hiatus

Lyss and I have bigger, better things to do than blog at the moment.


Okay, maybe not that much better… But with her being in the Army and me in the Air Force, WE GET TO GO HOME FOR CHRISTMAS. I’m leaving early tomorrow morning and she’ll be heading out on Monday evening. This week has been exceptionally hectic trying to get everything ready for both of our trips.

She’ll be holding it down in New Jersey and I’m off to the gorgeous Pacific Northwest!

Portland, I’m coming for ya.


I’m getting married on Monday! Epic wedding blog to follow — probably not for a while

Happy holidays everyone!