It finally happened. After weeks of running around outside in a light jacket and asking each other, “What winter?” Mother Nature has finally decided to laugh in our faces. Lincoln’s in the middle of a blizzard.

It turned my adventure today into a snowventure! While I’d love to stay and chat, I have a snowman to build. Or an epic snowball fight to go pick.

Yep, you read that right. Gavin’s birthday was airplane-themed and there’s no doubt that he’s Daddy’s favorite co-pilot.

His present from Mom and Dad however, had nothing to do with airplanes. It was Howdy, the bouncing cow.

We’re not a typical family. So a pilot riding a cow? Sounds good to me.

“In the arms of an angel…” click. I cannot watch that commercial again. Those puppies look at you with the sad eyes, begging you to help them, but you aren’t especially fond of sending money ANYWHERE.

Which leads to me being that girl. This little guy is just too adorable. He’s a 8 month old Yorkie named Trey and I swear I might adopt him from the Capital Humane Society  if someone else doesn’t do it first.

Guys, seriously. I’m a college student with a job and another business on the side. I’m dating and have the remains of a social life clinging on somewhere in there. None of this leaves any room, time, or money for a puppy.

I’m begging you. Please, someone, adopt this dog. My willpower isn’t that strong.


Can I just say something? I love bagels. Like New York City style “gimme an errythin bagel with some lox schmear” LOVE bagels. I could eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
So I did. I’m kind of an obsessive person like that. I’ll get on a binge for days until I can’t do it anymore. I’m not going to say it’s even remotely healthy. It’s not. But it’s what I do. My mom rolls her eyes at this habit I have. She’ll recount the many foods that  I would eat non-stop until my whole body was basically made up of it. Pancakes, microwave eggs, toaster waffles, oreos… on and on until here I am, 23 years later, up to my eyeballs in bagels.
It wouldn’t be that big of a deal to a normal person. But I try to pretend I can eat whatever I want. I believe some people call that denial. What? Gluten intolerance? Not me! …until I come crashing down days later and can’t function without 14 hours of sleep, 3 Red Bulls and 5 trips to Starbucks. At least I’m getting rewards stars for the last one. Add in the fact that I’m working a part time job, I’m a full time college student, trying to run a photography business and blog AND have a new man in my life? The bags under my eyes have bags under them.
I’ve had a couple of these dragging types of days in the last few weeks before I went crazy-eyes over the bagels. I call them my “caffeine and a prayer” days because those are the only two things keeping me alive. Yesterday was a caffeine-and-a-prayer day. Today’s shaping up to be one too and I can’t keep this up. I will be stopping at Grateful Greens after class(es? I don’t know if I can stay awake through the second one today) and loading up on vegetables. and praying that they sell Kombucha.
Sorry body. I promise I’ll be a better owner. Right after this bagel with schmear.

This is the girl. My one and only niece, Clara, who is already one! I got to spend some quality time with her this weekend which was more than enough to put a smile on my face! Then again, this amazing blessing of a little girl puts a smile on just about everybody’s face. Can you blame them… or believe all of that hair? She’s already on her fifth haircut. She’s going to be such a joy to watch grow up.