This past week, I have been at Roy Lake/Gull Lake/probably 10,000 others since this is truly the land of ’em, Minnesota.

It’s been a long summer, and a long year, and all I’ve been doing is spending every second I can on the water, eating chips, playing bingo and hanging with the family for my grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary.


And yes, even with my family kind of driving me crazy, it’s still heaven, which tells you how nice this lake is.

Can I please be able to do yoga, like you see my grandmother doing below, at 82? And while I’m asking for things, can I inherit her skin, too?

The Boyfriend’s Birthday

Today, the Boyfriend turns…drumroll please…25!!

To celebrate, we are going to JumpStreet.

We’re really grown-ups now.

courtesy of xkcd comics

Boyfriend, I hope you have a great day, and a better year. You deserve it. I’m so grateful that we get to define being adults, together.


Please can we stop time for a little while to put this getting-older thing oh hold for awhile?

Thank you.

and in 25 other ways, I also thank you…

For showing me how much being passionate about your job matters…for showing me how far that can get you and how happy that can make you (you’re a really good example of that).

For always telling me I look cute even when I know I don’t.

For making me laugh at all of our inside jokes that no one else would ever get, nor would they ever want to.

For letting me take a million pictures until I find one that I look good in.

picture #3982. But I think it paid off.

For turning your cheek at my boot obsession.

but really, who doesn’t love boots

For letting me keep dreaming about the world.

For letting me write about you in my blog.

For sending me pictures of adorable puppies a million times a day.

For making your family send me birthday cards every year (and making them like me enough so they kind of want to).

For letting me be exactly who I am, even when it drives you insane.

For being proud of me for every damn thing I do, including figuring out the vacuum and color-coding my closet.

For always taking my side in every fight and instantly disliking anyone who has done me wrong, even though it’s usually my fault.

For sharing the fault in our fights, even though those are usually my fault, too.

For the compass.

For looking at a million apartments and finding one with two closets, just for me.

For putting down the video game controller when I have a bad day and need to vent.

For being a terrible editor…i.e. loving everything I write.

For letting me always win the grammar wars.

For loving every. single. thing. I make in the kitchen…even the fat-free stuff that has turned out nasty.

For letting me watch T.V. in bed when I can’t sleep.

For thinking my hair is awesome even when the rest of the world knows it’s really just unruly.

For being an engineer who can fix EVERYTHING from doors to computers to ovens.

For wearing all the red shirts I buy you (you look really good in red, ok?).

see? red.

For driving me twelve hours back to Montana just so I can get my dog fix.

you’d want to come visit her, too.

And, finally…

For being my guy.

Don’t You Love Love Day?

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

I hope you are having a lovely day filled with lots of love from all the various sources in yo’ life. I know I am one lucky girl–even though I’m realizing that holidays can be bittersweet days, too, just like a regular day.

(Yet another lesson in “growing up”).

I got to visit a couple of kids I never get to see, and they were really excited.

One of them lied to me, though, and it broke my heart a little.

NEXT, I received Valentine’s from my co-workers which I loved.

However, one of the cards mentioned “how much I’m gonna miss you next year” and reminded me that in just six months I will be out of a job and grad school is still a blurry what-if.

Then, I got another interview to a grad school program–my second one! and they’re my top two dream programs!–and suddenly I wasn’t feeling so sad anymore.

BUT, I came home to what I hope is my only rejection letter. (I kept saying “first” so now I’m trying to catch myself and stay positivo!).

And then…the Boyfriend came home with flowers, candy, ART, a mushy tear-inducing card, the whole shebang, (yeah, I am one serious lucky duck) and suddenly I remembered I didn’t really want that program, anyway. I remembered that even though this job is short-lived, and the kids can break my heart, I am still lovin’ it. I remembered that I’ve gotten a plethora of love texts today, and really, life is too short to be bowed by rejection for long.

Especially when it’s time for some homemade pizza.

extra cheesy can always make you happy, too.

Lots of love to all of you!! xoxo.