notes&snapshots

harsh truths

at the age of 31 i’m still aspiring to be a chic and light traveler. but last night i flew out of SFO wearing yoga pants, a hoodie and keen sandals. like river tourist shoes. because i love them and they’re comfy.

and i was carrying a backpack the size of a 100 year old tortoise shell that stuck out 2 feet from my back.

and then on the redeye i wrapped my velour travel pillow around my neck and jammed in earplugs and covered my eyes with the hello kitty eye mask my mom gave me for christmas. and i promptly fell in and out of sleep for the next 6 hours until i was forced off the plane.

so harsh truth: i will probably never be chic. i like to be comfortable and prepared and wear things that are cute to me and 4 year olds alike. and i’m a dork. always and forever.

OH WELL.


Slowly making friends with this pretty girl who lives in our yard. She is approximately 1/3 the size of Max and 4x as skittish. Almost as handsome. Making me miss my Maxy even more. Thank goodness I’ll have him tomorrow! View Larger

Slowly making friends with this pretty girl who lives in our yard. She is approximately 1/3 the size of Max and 4x as skittish. Almost as handsome. Making me miss my Maxy even more. Thank goodness I’ll have him tomorrow!


Why, yes- we arrived in Berkeley and were at a wine tasting within 2 hours. And there were lizard people there. I love this place! #westwardbound (at Urbano Cellars Winery) View Larger

Why, yes- we arrived in Berkeley and were at a wine tasting within 2 hours. And there were lizard people there. I love this place! #westwardbound (at Urbano Cellars Winery)


Well, it wasn’t the Mystic, but running along the Missouri River wasn’t too bad since I still had a bunny sighting. (at Nebraska-Iowa state line I -80) View Larger

Well, it wasn’t the Mystic, but running along the Missouri River wasn’t too bad since I still had a bunny sighting. (at Nebraska-Iowa state line I -80)