Weekend before last, we took a couple of days off of work and took a trip down to Santa Fe, New Mexico. The real occasion was the annual SWAIA Santa Fe Indian Market, but with the end of summer quickly approaching (cringe), it was a great way to soak up some last-minute southwestern warmth and relaxation. Jesse’s mom and sister are both incredibly talented professional artists, and they have Northern Arapaho roots. The Santa Fe Indian Market is a long-standing tradition for Jackie, as she has participated for around 25 years. The family also gets to reconnect with some of their best crazy Indian friends (I can say that, because I’m family, right)? Anyway, this was my first time spending any time in Santa Fe, and it was even better than I expected. It’s kind of a sleepy little town, full of art and romance, chilis, pops of color and southwestern style. Its high-desert climate was surprisingly more similar to Wyoming than Phoenix, but with nights warm enough to sleep outside. I was amazed by the consistency of the adobe architecture, and the way the houses literally blend into the landscape.
Here are some of my favorites and recommendations from the trip.
I haven’t always had a green thumb. In all honesty, I still don’t. But I’m making progress.
One time, when I was still newish to Wyoming and still bacheloretting it up, one of my older and wiser friends casually asked if my hyper-ass dog Reagan tries to eat plants.
I responded: “I don’t know, I don’t have any plants.”
At which point, my friend enlightened me to the fact that I was living as some kind of plantless MONSTER (little did I know).
Ah, to be young and dumb.
But look at me now! All married, and mature, and owner of houseplants. I’m a regular old housewife. Or so I would have you think.
Not all of the plants that I’ve owned in my robust adult life have survived. BUT. Some have. They really do make a home feel more cozy, and they clean the air! So here are some of my tried-and-true, hard-to-kill favorites!
Oh hey, mid-July. I didn’t see you there.
Is anyone else shocked at how quickly this summer is flying by? I haven’t blogged in almost a month (the horror!), but don’t get your panties all in a bunch. I’m still here.
I’ve also been feeling slightly overwhelmed and discouraged by blogging at times. If you’re a blogger too, you know – it’s hard. Really hard. Especially if you have an actual day job where you may work 50 hours a week, or, I don’t know… kids (I hear they’re a lot of work too). Everything there is to learn, the social media, SEO and promotion, the pressure to post great content, and OFTEN, gain followers and traffic can be just plain exhausting. That’s why I found it pretty refreshing to hear some different perspectives from Hannah and Kristen. Two of my favorite bloggers, both very successful, and with different stories to tell. Their situations may be quite a bit different from mine, but bottom line, they reminded me that it’s OK to do this because I enjoy it. I also have a big blog crush on Lindsay. I love reading her blog because it’s genuine, fun, and HILARIOUS. Just try to read this stuff and not laugh. So I’m trying to remember to just do me. Blogging can be crazy time-consuming, but I think it’s more important that I’m having fun – even if I only have a few readers – than to stress out wishing that I could do more and make money and become famous.
Now enough with the sappy stuff. What the heck have we been up to?! Glad you asked.
This is a story about that time that I thought I could win the Sandhills Half Marathon.
I was right on pace for the first two miles.
Then I thought I was going to die.
Then I learned some serious racing lessons.
And I finished.
Weekend before last, I ran the Sandhills Half. It was the. hardest. race I’ve ever run. And it had nothing to do with the race itself, or the course, which couldn’t get much better. It just was not my day. Not at all.
So before I get into the miserable details of my personal experience this year, let me give you the backstory about this race.
Looks like a nice ski trip, but why are you posting these snowboard pics to fb now, when your trip must have been months ago?
But. It’s June. I didn’t realize they run ski lifts that late.
Soooo…. wait, what?
Jesse and I both used to live in Eastern Kansas, and these are some of the responses we get when we try to tell our friends from the flatlands (whom I love dearly) about our annual June hike/snowboard trip up Medicine Bow Peak. Med Bow Peak is one of my favorite places in Wyoming. Scratch that. In the world.
It was featured on our wedding save-the-date (designed by yours, truly).