Soaking It Up


Still so busy lately. But making a conscious effort to soak up all of the amazing, lovely things surrounding me also keeps me oh-so-happy.


Park date with the husband/The fact that we’re both five at heart:


On-campus radio show:


Bounce-house fun with the twins I nanny:


Sweet surprise from my husband:


Grad fair at school. Free cake and t-shirt. (Senior perks. What’s up.) :


Enjoying a beautiful morning on my gorgeous campus:


Always trying to enjoy moments as fully as possible is something I try to live by on a daily basis. Lately though, I’ve been even more focused on this effort, knowing that a couple big chapters of my life will soon be closing. My school of nearly three years and my current nanny job of almost a year are two of the beloved things I’ll be saying goodbye to after my graduation. (In less than FOUR months.) As excited as I am to be moving forward and as giddy as I am to be surrounded by so many new opportunities as of lately, it’s also really important to me to cherish the things that have made up such a wonderful, huge part of my world. Really making sure lately to treasure every single moment spent on campus and with my two favorite two-year olds.

Searching For Life’s Surprises

One more final until school is out for summer. So soon until I can start accomplishing my long list of summer fun! Until then, I’m still glowing from last weekend’s pre-summer adventure.

Saturday afternoon, three girl friends and I set out on a mini-road trip to Wimberley, Texas. I had made reservations (isn’t that grown up of me?) to a winery. Getting there was half the fun though. We did a lot of turning around, a little bit of gossiping and a whole bunch of  giggling and chatting. One of my resolutions for the year is to explore more of Texas, and being with girls I adore has got to be one of the best ways to accomplish this. Not to mention, the Texas Hill Country is absolutely gorgeous. I always forget how much of my own state I haven’t explored until I’m actually exploring my own state. Between the scenery and the laughter, I was already feeling quite content by the time we arrived at our destination of Wimberley Valley Wineries. If I was content on the drive there, I was giddy upon driving up to the location. The weather was sunny and breezy, people were outside sipping on wine and there were barrels of wine in view. We joked about taking one and running, but instead decided upon walking inside. Originally,we were going to participate in a 20 dollar wine class, but came to the mutual group decision of doing the 5 dollar wine tasting and spending the leftover money on, well, more wine. We all kept commenting on how neat the experience was, even as it was happening. The girls helping us out were fun and around our same age, making the experience that much more enjoyable. We all stood at the bar, perusing our menu and enjoying each other’s company, excited about which wine we’d taste next. Among my choices were blueberry wine, chocolate wine, and a port that was over 28 years old and tasted of strong coffee and cream. The girls and I eventually decided on sharing a bottle of sweet red and wine slushies, and we made our way to the outside porch. There, we felt the breeze in our hair and giggled and chatted some more. Eventually we explored our surroundings and petted (pet? pat?) some ponies. It kind of felt like we had been transported to paradise. Wine and pretty greenery and perfect weather and people that I love and PONIES–Doesn’t get much better than that. Unless, of course, you also have wine slushies. Did I mention we had wine slushies?

I love this picture. Doesn’t it look like the horse is posing?


Our wine baby. We named him Piccolo.

We ended a perfect and magical day by attempting to find a place to eat. It was kind of like Goldilocks and the Three Bears, searching for a suitable place. The first place was closed. The second,we were seated, only to find that this choice was a bit out of our price range. Luckily, everyone in Wimberley is rather friendly and as we started to walk out, our waiter caught us and suggested other eats. To our relief, waiter dude told us this happened all the time. You don’t expect quaint little cafes in Wimberley to cost big bucks! The third place was just right. It was a small and adorable cafe, where I feasted on the best chicken fried chicken and green beans of my life and our waiter rapped for us. Yes. He rapped for us. I was not expecting to find a rap artist up in Wimberley, but there you have it. Life is full of surprises. Searching for them just so happens to be one of my favorite things to do.

The Moments In Between.

Note: This was partly written last night.

Husband and I are currently sitting in our living room. He’s watching “The Office” reruns and I’m drinking a glass of wine. We’re giggling and making small talk. Earlier, he smoked boudin on the grill and I sat on our back porch finishing up a really juicy read. In a few minutes, we’ll go to bed, snuggle up and go to sleep. This is the norm for the hubby and I, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Over the years I’ve come to adore the simplicity of our relationship. Where I thrive on thrills and adventures,this is my calm. I am constantly going, going, going and rarely breathing. Husband is where I’ve found a place to rest and take a breath. When it comes to life, I’m all about the butterflies and the excitement and the nonstop fun. As an ENFP personality type, that’s just who I am. I love the big stuff and have just gotten to a point where I can enjoy the little things too. But it’s always been different with Robby. The dude proposed to me in our laundry room. (Our first long make-out session was in a laundry room.) Our wedding, though beautiful, was never something I was really concerned about planning at nineteen and twenty years old. We kind of forgot to have a housewarming party when we purchased our first home. The moments that many couples expect and plan for years are the ones that have come and gone pleasantly but, by choice, more quietly for us.

Where the dude and I have always shone is within our smaller moments. I’ve had my fill of the big-drama-filled-tear-inducing-butterflies-like-crazy love stuff and it really wasn’t my cup of tea. With Robby, the butterflies are there but they don’t hurt my tummy so much. Our “drama” doesn’t go past silly quarrels that are over as quickly as they start. I’ve learned to seek out my high intensities and rushes from life and living it, and to find peace and comfort in the romance I have with my hubby. Five minute phone calls throughout the day. His admitting to having a nightmare and scooting closer to me in the middle of the night. Christmas morning with his family and Easter evening with mine. Chuckling at something silly our dogs or my brother recently did. Me falling asleep on the couch and him gently nudging me awake, plugging in my phone and bringing a glass of water to the dresser nearest my bed. Our inability to not act like children while on vacations together. One of us doing something sappy and the other smiling and saying, “You are soooo in love with me.” Putting our feet together and saying “Foot sex!” Jokes that only we understand the punch line to. Saying sweet nothings in each others ear, except instead of mushy words, literally saying “Sweet nothings.” And then giggling. Every-time. Our enormous collection of “Remember whens.” and the laughter that accompanies these.

In previous years, I’d often pick fights in hopes of intensifying our relationship. I more often than not found that I was fighting by myself. Robby was just not what I was used to. I was used to relationships being a forlorn bundle of sad emotions. He was sweet and gentle and patient and understanding. He still is. What’s changed is that this is now what I crave. Cuddles and surprise kisses and late night movies and strolling through new cities hand-in-hand. His listening ear and welcoming smile. The moments after the wedding and before the babies. Those moments that many plan for years and anticipate for lifetimes…..Well, I’m glad to have had some and look forward to others. But what I’ve come to love and cherish the most are all of our moments in between.

I don’t need to make a birthday wish.

Golly gee my heart is full, y’all. Either I got really lucky or I must be doing something right to be this incredibly and overwhelmingly loved.

My birthday weekend:


I  walked in the door after a long play rehearsal to find that my house was spotless and squeaky clean. My husband then appeared and told me he had to show me something outside. Then he told me he had made me dinner and it was out there. I was only half suspicious and half looking for a steak in the tree when I noticed all of the pretty lights hanging everywhere. Before I even had time to take all of that in, out jumps a large group of loved ones and I hear one loud “SURPRISE!!!!” I was all smiles and half in shock whilst receiving hugs and greetings from both new and old friends. I had told my husband I wanted a “surprise” party, but never really planned on it being a surprise. This month has just been way too busy for me, and I knew I couldn’t plan it myself. But he and my best friend Tessa just went above and beyond. They put a private event on facebook inviting friends over, and made the date one that I never expected a party on. Husband cleaned the house and even gave out mopping duties to our friend Patrick. Tessa hung up lights in the backyard so that it would resemble the silent disco we’d recently attended and loved. Priscilla made me a beautiful cake which I wanted to stare at all night rather than eat. So many loved ones showed up just to make sure my night was special, and their happiness from seeing me so happy made me even happier. At midnight I was serenaded with the birthday song and was told to make a wish while blowing out my candles. I don’t think I really have anything to wish for. I already have it all.

I was in such a state of excited shock that I didn’t get pictures of more than half of the people there. I did snap a few good ones though:

Above is my best friend/party-planner/ light-hanger/the chick I’d date if I liked girls.


I woke up early for play rehearsals and when I arrived, was greeted with homemade cupcakes made by my fellow actor and friend Kaitlyn. On each cupcake was a letter, and all together they read “Happy Birthday CCB” (my initials) I was serenaded with the birthday song once more and showered with birthday greetings and love from the cast.

I came home pretty exhausted (Obviously, I didn’t get much sleep the night before.) to happily find that my best friend was still at my house. Well, actually she was in my backyard suntanning and painting her nails with her massive collection of polish. (She spends the night prepared.) I spent the next couple of hours sunbathing, painting my nails and receiving a large bottle of wine from the best friend.

I ended the evening by receiving presents from the hubby and going on a sushi date.


Husband and I went to my parent’s. My mom made me some adorable presents she found ideas for on Pinterest and a Butterfinger cake she found on a blog. (This crafty/baking gene has completely skipped me.) My dad cooked me a delicious Italian dinner. After all of the festivities, we sat on the porch and just talked while my little brother and sister played in the backyard. My mom complained that I was too skinny and my dad complained that I was too liberal. After not seeing my parents for a few months, this was welcomed complaining.

If I had to make a birthday wish, it’d be that those in my life would just stay put. Lucky for me, they don’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. So maybe I’ll just wish that all of these sweets don’t make me diabetic. Yeah. Let’s go with that.

Tickled Pink.

I realize I use the word “happy” quite frequently in my blog, and I could see how this might get a little redundant and/or annoying. So I thought I’d spice it up a bit. I looked up synonyms for “happy” and my favorite was “Tickled Pink.” Yes. So I am feeling tickled pink today!

Life updates:

  •  While husband and I were on vacation, two girl friends and my brother took shifts taking care of my dogs. Brother even had to clean up some dog poo. I have the sweetest people in my life.
  • Had happy hour with a couple of buddies last night. Below is my “Hello, I am quite tipsy!” face:

  • Girls who look good at airports never cease to amaze me. I usually look either like a little boy or a half-awake monster. Sometimes a mixture of both. And then I see a chick with her hair curled, make-up applied and high heels on and I think, “I hate you.”, “Why!?!? “ and “You are my hero.”
  • I think maybe my apparent youthfulness attracts the elderly? Perhaps I remind them of their younger years? For whatever the reason, I get hit on by freakish amounts of slightly creepy old men. Bars, grocery stores, other states…No place is safe! San Diego was no exception. Husband and I walked into a bar, and almost instantly a dude around 70 starts doting over what a “pretty little thing” I am, that I am “just lovely” and other equally disturbing remarks. One of my biggest flaws is that I’m way too nice and I don’t know how to tell people to get lost. So Robby and I humor him and he buys us two drinks a piece. I’m glad I am able to use my powers for good.
  • My friend Priscilla, on missing me:
  • I missed a call from my husband today and texted him to see what was up. His response made my heart melt a bit. Okay, a lot.
  • One more class until my spring break officially begins! Fun plans are in the works. I’m lucky enough to have friends who, like me, are pretty much down for anything. The memories that come to mind make me smile. Parasailing with Priscilla. Hummer limo-riding and mini-road trips with Tessa.  Bikini car-wash and rain-dancing in a baseball field with Shannon. Jumping off of cliffs and participating in a nude lake with Emily. Indian reserves in New Mexico with Katie. Getting lost in Baltimore with Meg. Hiking in Colorado with the little brother. Painting houses in London with Bryant. Sharing giggles with Cierra in Paris. Riding bikes in San Diego with the hubby. Mechanical bull-riding with Crystal. Kayaking with Amber. Hosting an on-campus radio show with Becca. I could go on for hours, as everything I type leads me to another memory that brings yet another smile. Now I have a (mostly) open week  in which to make new grin-inducing memories! I love the feeling of having a countless amount of possibilities and so many loved ones by my side to explore them with.
  • I hope you’re tickled pink too!

Here’s to the good stuff.

Favorite moments this week:

(Collage by my lovely friend Becca)

  • Becca buying me food/happy hour and Tessa, later that night, buying me drinks downtown. I have super sweet friends who thankfully don’t let me use, “I’m broke” as an excuse to not hang out with them.
  • Speaking of Becca. In our shared religious course, she mistook the word “incense” for “incest” during lecture. Thus, instead of hearing  “All kinds of incense” in the church, she heard “All kinds of incest” in the church. Add the fact that my professor seemed really excited about this fact and Becca’s initial look of confusion and disgust, we ended up giggling uncontrollably for approximately five minutes in the back of the classroom.
  • New neighbors close to hubby and my age. They were outside today when I started my run and invited us over for “Beer and video games” sometime. Hubby may have found his neighborhood soul mates.
  • Receiving a really sweet secondhand compliment. Best friend Tessa informed me that our mutual buddy Brooks told her that there was just something about me that others are drawn to. Made me smile. It’s always good to know that people are talking good about you behind your back.
  • Going out with my best girly friend, a dude friend I haven’t seen in years and a new dude friend last night.
  • Funny/awkward moment of the night:I mentioned to new friend Scott that I was taller than him. He didn’t like this comment and set out to prove me wrong. We came across a group of women who I believe were celebrating a bachelorette party. Scott promptly asked who was taller. The consensus was that he was taller but that I was way hotter. Before walking off, one lady (or maybe it was two?) told new friend Scott, “She’s fine. You better treat her right.”  Err. They thought new friend Scott was my lover Scott. After said amusingly awkward conversation, new friend Scott went around to other groups asking not who was taller, but who was hotter. I definitely won. Hee.
  • Dancing on stage at a dueling piano bar. Though I have no dancing abilities whatsoever and I was still much too sober to be dancing on a stage, I had a blast.
  • Best dude friend Bryant messaging me pictures of our mutual girl crush, Selena Gomez. (No, We’re not quite pedophiles. She’s 19! And he started it.)
  • Upcoming fun weekend plans with my amazing hubby and wonderful friends.
  • I’m going to San Diego in two weeks!
  • So. Here’s to free happy hours, girl crushes, dancing on stages, upcoming vacations, being the hotter partner of a fake couple, new friends, old friends, the bestest of girl friends and all of the other good stuff, lovely moments and exciting adventures in between. Cheers,y’all!


I am simultaneously exhausted and ecstatic.

Firstly, let me just announce, I GOT A ROLE IN THE SCHOOL PLAY! I still can’t really believe it. I’ll be playing a bitchy/smart-ass waitress in one of the 5 ten-minute shorts Concordia is performing this semester. This may or may not have to do with the fact that  I auditioned as a bitchy/smart-ass McDonald’s employee. This particular play involves a chick who has been sucked into an alternate reality where she can’t get anything she asks for. The entire play is in a restaurant setting. Needless to say, I have a bunch of fun/humorous lines and I probably would have picked this role if I could have myself. I’m excited beyond belief but also preparing to make some sacrifices. The first being that I can’t spend Valentines Day with my hubby due to rehearsals and that a lot of other free time will now be sucked away (Shit starts getting really real the week of my birthday.) But right now, I’m kind of on a natural high and have decided it will all be more than worth it. At the same time, I’m pretty tempted to fall asleep on my keyboard right now. Trying to take on the world is kind of tiring sometimes. But a good kind of tiring.

Secondly, husband’s birthday is today. He’s 29! My friends and I threw a little surprise party for him on Saturday. And when I say my friends and I, I mostly mean my friends. I spent the day with Robby’s family (Who spoiled us with cupcakes and stuff) and babysat that night, so I was short on time. Katie was more than happy to let me use her place, and Tessa bought cake and balloons (which she wouldn’t let me pay her back for.) Both of these dear girl friends prepared festivities and made everything look party-ready and perfect. They even wrote some of Robby’s token sayings all over the balloons. (IE; “F***ing A!”) Husband, being consistently late to everything (One of the reasons I may kill him before he’s 30…),showed up an hour late.  My group of friends and I sat in the dark for 60 minutes, talking and giggling and once, accidentally surprising the wrong peeps. We had a blast waiting for my tardy dude to show up.

Last night, my friend Priscilla surprised me with a carton of ice-cream and we had a girl’s night of wine, dramatic tv shows and chocolate chip cookie dough ice-cream.

Today at my nanny job, I accidentally fed the two year old artichoke dip. No chips included. I thought it was pasta. Afterward,I brought hubby home some presents, studied and did my 4 days a week ab-workout routine. The boy and I just got home from Mexican-food (His favorite) date night.

Life is really good. I need a nap. But naps can wait. Life cannot! Now excuse me, while I watch a movie with the birthday boy and hopefully do not drool on him whilst snoring.