the hangover

I’m so happy to share with you that I have a headache.  It means so many things: that I have no homework, that I presented my Capstone yesterday, that I went dancing last night, that I woke up with nothing to do today…but yoga. Ahhhh. This. Feels. So. Good.

I’ve been on Pinterest for the last 30 minutes.  Totally guilt free.  Look at all the fun things I found! Yes, I’ve been asking insistently if I’m getting a kitten for graduation.  No, I don’t think it’s happening.

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set

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Maybe it’s because we spent our teenage years on Mt. Tam watching the sun set, or maybe it’s because since before I can remember, my dad has told me that the clouds at sunset are really pink ghoulies watching over me, but I have forever been enamored with sunsets.

Today marks eight years since Barbie lost her battle with breast cancer.  I could tell you that I posted a quite literally, heavenly looking sunset today because of it’s symbolism, but that’s not it.  I just loved this moment.  It was on an otherwise mundane run the other night, and it absolutely made my day.  Losing my mom continues to teach me many things, one of which is to make the best of all situations; another, to remain eternally optimistic; and another – to absolutely value all those tiny moments I wouldn’t otherwise remember.

Today, I am thankful for the 22 years I had with my mom, but I’m also thankful for so much good fortune that’s come my way since.  The bigger things – my honey, my career, my education, my doggie, for starters – and the littler things – a good book, beautiful sunset, an infectious laugh.

Cheers to the mama.

it will be nice to go to Nice


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I got super overwhelmed this weekend.  We had a Europe planning session on Sunday afternoon, we covered quite a bit, and yet it was only the tip of the iceberg.

I am not complaining – this is going to be spectacular.  However, we are squeezing a lot into two weeks.  I know this because honey has created a full blown Excel workbook of our trip.  This is not a joke.  We have now calculated every awake hour of every day in each location.  I’m surprised I don’t yet know what time I’m waking up on July 13th.

Still not complaining.  I read somewhere once that couples typically have one planner and one “wing-it”er(?), I just never expected myself to be the latter. It’s kind of amazing.  My only real concern happened when I realized we only have about 24 awake hours in the South of France.  The relaxing part of the trip.  My favorite part of the trip.

This part of the trip…

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sweet celebration

Grad school truly is like running a marathon.  And I think grad school while you’re working full-time is more like running a marathon with weights around your ankles and wrists.  It just feels like so. much. work. sometimes.  Errr… a lot of the time.  Which is why I am nothing less than elated feeling like I’m on the 24th or 25th mile, and at a water stop.  It’s spring break.  Officially.

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh.

Can’t wait to…Read guilt-free, maybe here

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Get a manicure

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Research for summatime

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And hang out with my lobster

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