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I finally got the urge to sit back down in front of my computer and write something. Since I’ve stopped writing for Defense Wife and ABS, it’s sort of the last thing that I’ve wanted to do. I was putting so much pressure on myself to crank out new posts and come up with ideas that I thought people even remotely wanted to read about that this little break is what I needed/really wanted.

The other night, Caleb was so antsy about my Christmas gifts that he firmly announced, “I think you should open your gifts tonight.” I looked at him like he was crazy, of course, because Christmas gifts are for tearing into Christmas morning, and any time before that is breaking the rules. I’ve always known this, which is why I was never a peeker growing up. I liked to be surprised.

In any case, the man won, and we exchanged gifts early. One of the items that Caleb picked out for me is the most incredible unbound, leather journal with my initials branded on the front. As I gazed at this gorgeous thing in my hands, I remarked, “I haven’t journaled in forever.” He responded with, “I noticed that, so I thought this might motivate you.” He then discreetly added, “And I thought you might need a pregnancy journal someday.” That sly dog.

No, I am not pregnant.

Anyway, I was just thinking about this extreme act of kindness on my husband’s behalf and realized that I need to keep writing. I have drifted away from what I love to do, and my lifelong dream of writing for just about anything anyone might read has been temporarily forgotten. It’s hard to stay motivated, ya know?

I’ve been whining a lot. I don’t know how Caleb puts up with it. I am stressed all the time about everything and nothing. I take wonderful times in life, like family visiting or a trip to Ohio, as an opportunity to freak out about all of the things that need done and the people I want to see and will I have enough time to do it all? Oh, and the cat box needs cleaned, and so does the kitchen and the bathrooms. Yes, they need cleaned, AGAIN, and I have to go to the grocery store, and Capone is out of Heartguard, and, oh yeah, I forgot about all of those Christmas gifts that have been lying on the floor for two weeks. I should probably wrap those. There are HOW MANY bags of trash that need to go out!?

And on and on. It’s a war zone inside of my head, and it’s mostly waged against myself. I have yet to come to grips with the fact that if there are dirty dishes in the sink when I go to bed, I will not be met by the apocalypse in the morning. It does not mean that I’m a failure.


Then I thought to myself, ‘Shut the fuck up. Crawl in your bed, read something that inspires you (holla at you, Amy Poehler!) and just stop complaining. Just stop. It is all going to be fine.’ Which is what I did. Last night, after making dinner and wrapping the previously mentioned Christmas gifts. (Sorry to any family members who witnessed that F-bomb up there, but if it’s Mom, Dad, or Nooney, they won’t be surprised.)

I need to do this more often. Just force myself to sit down and be still and quiet. The things that I make a huge deal about on a day-to-day basis are so miniscule in the grand scheme of things. We all need to spend less time worrying and more time being thankful for our families, good jobs – and extra points if you actually enjoy that job! – friends, and, for some of us, cute, squishy-faced bulldogs. And I need to keep writing. It’s no coincidence that I didn’t become a drug addict, or something crazy, to deal with my high school experience; it’s because I wrote. I still need to do that, even if the trash needs taken out, the laundry needs done, and I need to get ready for work. Making time for what you love is important.

So, here it is, guys; you’re doing a great job. There is someone who recognizes how hard you’re working and all that you do, even if it doesn’t seem like it. We’re all pulling for you, and we’re proud of you, and it’s time to stop being so hard on yourself. Take a few moments to breathe, tell yourself you’re awesome, and trust in the fact that most things are out of your control, anyway. Learn to say no and not feel bad about it. In fact, stop feeling so bad about everything in general. Also, ask for help. No one expects you to do it all alone.

Christmas Vacation really nails it with the quote, “I don’t know what to say, except it’s Christmas, and we’re all in misery.” Actually, it’s hilarious how relatable that entire movie is, but that quote in particular always cracks me up. Let’s make a pact though; let’s try not to be in misery this Christmas season. Instead, let’s work on being peaceful and appreciative, and let’s shut off the part of our minds that’s telling us that we shouldn’t eat that sugar cookie or that we’re not doing a good enough job. Life’s too short.

And kudos to my husband for recognizing that I needed to write and wrapped up a fresh journal to place under the tree. That means everything to me.

Merry Christmas, ya’ll.


A Trip to the Punkin’ Patch


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How do I love thee, Fall? Let me count the ways. Husband and I loaded up for a mini road trip to a local pumpkin patch this afternoon, and it was a blast. Normally, we would just go to one of those roadside “pumpkin patches,” where everything is pre-picked and lined up in perfect rows, next to a busy highway. This year, though, we wanted to experience the real deal, and I’m glad we did. This place is a family-run farm, complete with hayrides, a corn maze, and pick-from-the-vine pumpkins.

There were so many sweet families out and about with their little ones, and the tiny babies, in particular, really got my baby fever going. SO cute, you guys. My favorite part of the day, of course, was getting to see the owners’ goats and gorgeous pot-bellied pig, because animals bring me so much joy, and I just love them all to pieces. My goal in life is to have enough space that I can have a donkey and a big ol’ pig, so basically, this family is living the dream. Also, I’ve been so whiny about the weather down here not being “fall weather,” but I must say, it was a relief to go to the patch, without loading up on the layers. With this 92-degree weather not letting up any time soon, I’ll probably be wearing shorts until January.

We’ll be carrying on our Halloween traditions through to this evening with some pumpkin carving and a horror flick, or two. Can it just be October for the rest of eternity? Pretty, please?



Seasons May Change


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Though you can’t tell by looking out the window, fall has officially arrived. I must say that spending autumn in the south is super bizarre. At home, I would feel the crunch of fallen leaves under my heels, by now. I would be layering up and always keeping an extra jacket or sweater handy for when those night chills arrived. I would be walking around our tiny town’s Oktoberfest, stuffing my face full of fair fries, and I definitely would have visited the apple orchard, by now.

Despite the fact that our leaves are still green, and 80 degrees is still our norm, signs of the season changing are all around us. There’s Fall Harvest Woodchuck in the stores, which by the way will change your life, pumpkin-flavored everything is everywhere, and my Halloween decorations are officially up. My favorite time of the year has arrived!

As for my little family, the three of us loaded up this morning and headed to the Forsyth Farmer’s Market. Capone was one of many prancing pups out and about, and I scored $20 worth of gorgeous flowers, fresh produce, homemade bread, and of course, I had to grab a little pumpkin for the apartment. I’m always thrilled when I get to spend the day with my boys, especially when those days fall smack dab in the middle of a long weekend. HEAVEN!

This lovely day also brought a phone call from one of my dear friends from back home. 90 minutes of girl talk can really do a lot for a girl’s spirit, even if her spirits are already pretty high. It’s definitely an adjustment being away from all of my close girl friends, but it warms my heart knowing that they’re just a phone call away, and that we can always pick up right where we left off. I will always be grateful for these girls. They’ve been there for everything from the days when we would play with Furbies in elementary school to the first time I drank too much cranberry vodka and they sat with me through the night to graduations to weddings, and now one of our Fab Five is expecting a little one, and I am beyond honored to call her my friend, as she and her hubby begin this new chapter in their lives.

Growing up is weird, and frankly, so is life, but I’m so thankful to be on this crazy ride. It always helps to take a step back, once in awhile, and just appreciate your blessings.

Thanks for reading, friends. I’ll be back soon!



Give a Blank Wall Some TLC


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Let’s face it – sometimes home decorating can be a pain. You actually have to find the time to plan and put together a project, and there’s also that whole money thing to worry about. Caleb and I have lived in our apartment for close to three years, now, and I swear, things are just now falling into place. Of course, all of this is happening just as we’re getting ready to move again, within six months or so, but HEY! Progress is progress, right?

The truth is that it takes time to create a homey atmosphere, especially when you’re just starting out. The best advice I can give is to let it happen slowly. Save your money, and focus on one room at a time. After awhile, you’ll begin to see your space brighten up and really feel like yours. Candles, lamps, photos, accent rugs – if you go and buy it all at once, you may have a slight heart attack. Unless you find some killer deals at a thrift store, don’t feel rushed.

This is exactly what we did when we moved into our apartment. We went from room to room, adding bookshelves, curtains, a desk here, a dresser there, etc. a little at a time. The room that we focused on last, however, was our bedroom. Typically, the only people who see that room is us, so it wasn’t really at the top of my priority list. Recently, I became super inspired by these gorgeous canvas prints from Tiny Prints and really wanted to work them into our décor, somehow. The problem was that pretty much all of my wall space was filled.

But wait! There was one wall! So, in the bedroom, they went.

When I snapped the photos for the two canvases I ordered, I wanted them to be representative of sleep and relaxation. It might seem a little weird to photograph my arms and Caleb’s feet and hang them on our wall, but they turned out really well, and I loved watching my vision come to life.

Initially, I wanted to buy big, individual letters and spell out You & Me. Then, I changed my mind to Sleep Tight, because it was more fitting with my sleep theme. Eventually, I scrapped those ideas, altogether, when I discovered how crazy expensive it was going to be to buy all of the letters at once. Instead, I focused on pieces that would complement the canvas prints, like mirrors and romantic wall art, and I assembled them, sort of like a puzzle that filled the entire space above our dresser. Organized chaos, if you will, which is pretty representative of us.

Also, since we’re living that apartment life, we can’t paint the walls, so I wanted to add pops of color to brighten up the room, so that’s where the love birds and the ‘E’ come into play.

I had so much fun putting this wall together, and it makes me want to spend more time in that room, even if it’s just to gaze at my personal masterpiece. When you’re working on your own space, allow your mind to change and toy with different ideas. Don’t get stuck on an idea that doesn’t feel fun and exciting as everything comes together. Interior styling should be an adventure!

Happy Decorating!


Taking Stock (4)


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It’s been a little while since I’ve done one of these, so I figured, why not? I haven’t taken a ton of photos, lately, therefore I don’t have much to showcase, but these little posts are always fun, so, here goes!

Making: Lots of packages for Graveface! :D
Cooking: A little of this and a little of that. We’ve been chowing down on plenty of veggies, chili, and casseroles.
Drinking : Water, red wine, tea, and coffee.
Reading: A Feast for Crows by George R.R. Martin. My journey through Game of Thrones continues! We’re even all caught up with the show, now.
Wanting: To put up my Halloween decorations. Husband insists that it’s still too early, but what does he know?
Looking: At the TV. I’ve been binge-watching shows on Netflix this morning, since Caleb is at work.
Playing: All kinds of new vinyl that I picked up from Graveface. Chelsea Wolfe, Modest Mouse, Smashing Pumpkins, and Haley Bonar.
Wasting: Last sips of tea.
Sewing: Ha!
Wishing: For a new computer and a snazzy pair of fall boots.
Enjoying: Being with Capone. Poor guy has had a rough couple of days, suffering from another allergic reaction. Things seem to be back under control now, though, and he’s resting at my feet.
Waiting: For American Horror Story and Sons of Anarchy to begin!
Liking: All the Halloween stuff that’s starting to make its appearance in stores. Let’s eat ALLLL the trick-or-treat candy!
Wondering: What everyone back home is up to today.
Loving: New dresses in my closet.
Hoping: To have a horror movie marathon later this evening.
Marveling: At the moon. Well, not right this second, but I was last night!
Needing: To get motivated to do my yoga today.
Smelling: My Farmer’s Market Yankee Candle.
Wearing: A short, floral dress with a fun cut-out in the back.
Following: Politics. At least trying to.
Noticing: Leaves beginning to change color. Slowly, but surely.
Knowing: That everything happens for a reason.
Thinking: That I should be reading.
Bookmarking: The same thing that I’m reading. A Feast for Crows.
Opening: Boxes of Club W wine each month!
Giggling: At just about everything Tyrion Lannister says. Particularly, “I am the god of tits and wine.”
Feeling: Restless, because there are so many things to get done!

I’ll update soon! Happy Weekend, friends!


Simple Summer Dinner: Santa Fe Stuffed Peppers and Broccoli Salad


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I’ve really been in the cooking spirit, lately. Caleb and I are proud of the fact that even though we love going out to eat, we try not to make a habit out of it. When I take the initiative to make dishes at home, everyone wins. We have leftovers to enjoy, are being kinder to our bodies, not to mention our pocketbooks, and that homebody husband of mine doesn’t have to go back out after a long day at work.

Of course, there are nights when the last thing that I want to do is head out to the kitchen to prepare a meal – I am normal, ya know – but lately, I’ve been doing my best to make meal plans, and last night, I decided to try something new.

First of all, I hate stuffed peppers. My grandma used to make hers with sauerkraut, and, despite the fact that I am very German, sauerkraut and I are not friends. I think it’s smelly, and I hate the taste. These peppers, however, are made without that dreaded ingredient, and I indulged a little by making my favorite broccoli salad as a side. The process for the main dish, though it takes a little while, is super simple, I had hardly any clean-up, which I’m always a fan of, and the meal, itself, was not terrible. I doused mine with Tabasco sauce, of course, which gave it the heat that I needed, and I actually quite enjoyed it. Ya know – as much as a stuffed pepper-hater can enjoy stuffed peppers.

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I decided, instead of typing everything out, that I would make a couple of recipe cards, just in case anyone wanted to save them and print them out. I’m just trying to make your lives a tiny bit easier. :]


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So, that’s that for the stuffed peppers! I’m sorry the text for the actual directions probably merits a magnifying glass, but I wanted to make sure that I didn’t leave anything out. This dish could easily be made vegetarian by omitting the turkey, or, instead, using MorningStar recipe  crumbles.

COOKING TIP: When making things like rice and quinoa, use a vegetable or chicken broth/stock in place of water. It gives you a much more flavorful end result!

So, let’s get on with the rest of the meal!

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For this one, you can sort of play with the ingredient amounts. It’s one of those recipes that’s kind of hard to screw up, and when I make it, I don’t measure anything. I just eyeball how everything is looking, and usually, I add a little extra red onion, because it’s my fave. This is a great dish to take to those end-of-summer picnics and cookouts, and I promise, it will be a hit.

Okay, readers, that’s all for now. Check back soon for more updates!


6 of the Worst Marriage Clichés/Sayings


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In just a few short months, Husband and I will be coming up on four years of marriage. Now, I know that’s not a SUPER long time, but we’ve already outlived a number of Hollywood marriages, and that has to say something, right? Ours is not the perfect marriage, as no one’s is, but every day, I learn a thing, or two, that helps us grow.

One thing that I’ve learned is that there are multiple clichés/sayings, out there, that are meant to be helpful and amusing, when it comes to marriage. The reality of it is that they are actually obnoxious and sometimes arrogant, and they should never be followed/encouraged.

Don’t go to bed angry; stay up and fight. I’m sorry, but there are times when you actually should go to bed angry. When it’s nearing midnight, you’re both tired, and you’ve been running around in circles, arguing about basically nothing for the last 45 minutes, you need to know when to call it quits. From my experience, nothing good ever comes from staying up and arguing; it just makes things worse. If the issue absolutely needs resolved, get a good night’s sleep, and revisit it the next day, when your eyes are no longer glazed over.

Start each day with a clean slate. This one goes hand-in-hand with the above cliché. If there are still things that need hashed out, the slate isn’t exactly clean. A more appropriate version of this saying would be, “Start each day with a clear head.” Don’t just ignore things and hope that they go away. I promise they’ll come back up later, with a vengeance.

However, once peace has been made with an issue, don’t keep bringing it up during later arguments.

You and your spouse should have similar hobbies. I mean, if you and your husband happen to meet in the middle on some things, that’s awesome. You should definitely have hobbies that you like doing together, but differences are what keep things exciting! Definitely have interests that are your very own.

More important than having the same hobbies, know when to take one for the team and do something with your spouse that you don’t absolutely love doing, just for the sake of doing it together. Caleb doesn’t adore wandering around Forever 21 with me, just like I’m not usually dying to go to gun/Army surplus stores with him. Sacrifices, man. Sacrifices.

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Marriage is just fancy word to adopt an over-grown male child, who is no longer handled by his parents. Any variation of the dumb husband or nagging wife quotes drive me insane. For my hometown friends, who know what The Varsity Grille is, there’s nothing like walking into the ladies’ room and seeing quotes like, “Marriage is the only war where you’re sleeping with the enemy,” among other brilliant marriage-related quotes, plastered on the wall.

Sayings that degrade marriage and the people in it aren’t helping anyone. Of course, it’s important to have a sense of humor, but not at the expense of your spouse. In the words of Taylor Swift, “Why ya gotta be so mean?”

Honey-do lists. No. Nope. Forget it. If I walked in, and my husband had hand-written a list of all the shit that I needed to accomplish around the house/errands that needed to be run, that would probably be one of those nights when I’d have to go to bed angry. I am not a child. I do not need to be told what to do by my husband, and I’m sure it’s equally annoying when a man comes home to a honey-do list on the counter, signed with a lipstick print.

Instead of the honey-do list, just ask your spouse (nicely) to fix the leaky faucet, take out the trash, or whatever it is that needs done to help lighten your load.

Any reference to the ol’ ball-and-chain. Does it really make anyone feel good to be referred to as an item that was used to restrain prisoners? Especially in reference to marriage? Just think about that for a second.

Can all of these things just go away? Pretty, please?

Obviously, I’m no marriage counselor; these are just some things I’ve noticed. Every marriage is different, and we’re all doing our best, so if you’ve found what works, even if it is a silly cliché, just keep doing what you’re doing.

Are there any marriage quotes, pieces of advice, or sayings that you’re tired of hearing? I’d love to read your thoughts!



My Journey Through Yoga


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Ours is a very fitness-conscious household. Okay, let me rephrase that – my husband is a very fitness-conscious man. (Ya know – with the Army, and all.) When you’re married to someone who becomes lethargic and bummed out when he misses a day or two of working out, you tend to think a little bit about yourself. Surprisingly, it is difficult to indulge on Oreos, while your hubby is out at the gym.

For awhile, I would go with Caleb, and we would do workouts together. He would help my with postures, spot me when the weights were getting a little out of my control, and give me constructive criticism, as well as plenty of positive feedback. I always felt good walking out of the gym, but, like any normal person in the world, I didn’t love walking in. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to go out of my way to go there when Caleb was working, which is, you know, always.

So, I needed an alternative.

One day, I locked eyes with my yoga mat (let’s pretend, for a moment, that yoga mats even have eyes), that had gone unused for far too long. I decided to pick it back up, again, and, if it killed me, I was going to stick with it this time. And so far, I have. And it’s been life-changing.

I love challenging my body to do things I never, in my life, thought it was capable of. I look forward to stepping on the mat and just being with myself and my breath, trying new poses, feeling my arms shake when they’re working hard and my muscles stretch. I love looking in the mirror and actually seeing results and feeling poses get a tiny bit easier each day.

What I love the most about yoga, though, is that it’s all about inner peace. When you have a head like mine that’s constantly going and thinking, it’s refreshing to work on your mind while you also work on your body. When those thoughts pop into my head, reminding me of all the stuff I still need to get done that day, yoga is a time when I am doing exactly what I need to be doing at that very second, and everything else gets put on hold. Yoga is a time to clean out the clutter.

Honestly, yoga branches out into just about every aspect of life. This journey has also made me a little more mindful of what I eat, encouraged me to drink more water and tea, and even to get my temper in check. When something irritates me throughout the day, because I can be an extremely irritable person, it makes a world of difference just to stop, take a few deep breaths, and reach for that calm that I find on the mat.

I am beyond thankful that I’ve found something fitness-related that I can be passionate about, and I’m excited to continue practicing and growing. Even if my poses aren’t perfect at first, someday they will be (hopefully!), and until then, I can be proud that I’m taking a bit of time every day to just work on me, inside and out.

If you are thinking about practicing, just DO it! Do what you can, and enjoy yourself. It’s all about the journey, and I promise it will be worth it.

I also can’t want until this Savannah heat calms down a little, so I can begin my outdoor running routine, again! Come on, fall! Where are you?



To the Future Military Wife, There Are Some Things You Should Know


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You should know that this is not a scene out of Casablanca (1942) or Dear John (2010). This is the real deal. If you’re one of those people who hops onto social media to complain when your boyfriend goes away for a couple of days, this is going to be tough for you. (Actually, it’s going to be tough, either way.) We’re talking missed holidays and important events, training cycles when your husband is gone days at a time, schools for which he’s gone weeks at a time, and deployments when it’s months at a time.

We’re talking potentially moving away from family and all you’ve ever known. You will probably have more strains on your marriage than the average civilian couple. You will eat many of your dinners solo. You might just want to get a dog, because the two of you will spend more time together than you and your husband.

If you’re like me, and dread the thought of going through pregnancy alone, trying to plan for children is a laughable, disheartening matter, because there will never be a time when your husband is consistently there. Planning vacations is going to be a challenge. Actually, planning anything, ever, throughout your entire military marriage is going to be hard. The military makes the person you’re supposed to rely on more than anyone, the most unreliable person in your life.

There are a million things that are not ideal about the military lifestyle. I, and any other spouse, could go on and on about what pisses us off, but to the future military wife, your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to make the impossible possible.

When you’re alone for months at a time, you need to have your own thing going on. You need a job, hobby, or to volunteer your time, because taking the time to focus on you is often the most important. You cannot let the Army (or whichever branch you are on your way to belonging to) BE your life. When that happens, you get those stereotypical, gossipy, bored military spouses, who live vicariously through their husbands, and that’s not good for anyone. In the midst of taking care of your hubs-to-be, don’t forget to take care of yourself.

If you want kids, you must remember that not everything can be planned (as mentioned previously). This is something that I’m still learning myself. I always joke with my husband that I’m basically going to be a single parent, whenever that time comes for us, because he’s never around. I’m always trying to think of a time when things will be calmer before we embark on that journey, and I’m really working on accepting that that time is never going to come. And when we do welcome one or two more to our family, and my husband happens to be leaving soon or is already gone, I’ll be strong. And so will you, in a similar situation.

Each of the examples I initially listed are inconvenient, frustrating, and, frankly, annoying, but none of them can break you, as long as you don’t let them. Every hurdle will be matched with a new experience and new memories that you will carry with you forever, so it’s basically the old win some, lose some saying. That’s just the way it goes.

And if you do enter into that military marriage, remember how you feel, right now. Remember the uncertainty and concerns you may have about such a drastic lifestyle change, and keep that in your back pocket. Then, when you’re a “seasoned” military spouse, and you see a new girlfriend or wife start hanging around your group of friends, reach into that back pocket and reminisce in those feelings for a moment. Then, I want you to make that new member feel welcome.

Don’t ignore or snub her. Don’t put yourself up on a pedestal and look down upon the new girl in town. Don’t speak to everyone in the group, but her. Befriend her, because let me tell you, it’s terrifying walking into a house party full of fellow military wives, for the first time, and feeling like fresh meat. It’s important to be warm and approachable.

No one is going to judge you if you decide that this isn’t for you. You should be thinking about the challenges, but if you can just accept that these trials are not the end of the world, and that your military marriage will probably not be some storybook romance, you’re going to be fine. And at the end of it all, you’ll be a much stronger woman. The things that you have the capability to overcome will truly surprise you.


A Small Update


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Above are a few photos that I snapped at the Savannah Wildlife Refuge a couple of weeks ago. I should have uploaded them sooner, but if I’m being honest, reading Game of Thrones has sort of owned my life, lately, so almost everything else has been put on the back burner.

We had such a lovely afternoon together at the Wildlife Refuge, despite the fact that it was around 96 degrees (I’m not even exaggerating), we had lots of fun just being together and searching for alligators. We saw a bunch that day, big and small, creeping around in the water, and there was a nice breeze every once in awhile, so I’ll chalk that up as a success. We explored routes that were a little off-the-beaten-path, and even had a lunch of the always delicious MRE! Ha!

At the end of our journey, Hubs got this girl to a Starbucks, because while I love nature and hiking, I’m also a city girl and enjoy the small luxuries of life, like an overpriced iced-latte.

As for more current news, I’ve still been working at Graveface Records, which I love. They are currently preparing for a huge release, so it’s been busy, busy, and I really enjoy being a part of the hustle and bustle! Caleb has also been working his tail off, as usual, and has recently returned to me after graduating from Jump Master. He is forever making me proud, and I love being here to celebrate those big moments with him.

My hope is to begin devoting more time to Fancy That. I’ve said that plenty of times before, I’m sure, but circumstances have recently changed, and I’ll have more time and energy to commit to my personal blog posts. I’ve been so absent from this site that I totally neglected that FT celebrated its fourth birthday on the fifth. Four years is a good chunk of time, and I love having so many fond memories in one place. Here’s to four more years!

I’ll be back soon.


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