birthday mom

I love a whole lotta people, but my mom, well she takes the cake, and today she’s having it too.

Happy Birthday, Mama! I love you to the moon and back and forever and ever and I have a good feeling that year ‘44’ is going to be the BEST year yet!

she’s gonna love me for that one.

 

s’more please.

I like to think of myself as a lady. I may act like a man sometimes, but really, I’m a lady, I mean you knew that right? I’m that kind of lady who knows how to mind her manners just as well as she’s able to ‘nevermind’ them. I know when it’s appropriate to sailor curse and when it’s time to leave those ‘bombs’ in the purse, I know you know what I mean. I’m the kind of lady that delights in fresh bed linens and hot showers and lavender moisturizer, but I’m also a lady who’s able to deeply appreciate the smell of a bonfire and enjoy the comfort of a lop-sided air mattress under the stars. And air mattress luxury is exactly what this lady got to enjoy all weekend long.

We just returned from Flaming Gorge, UT where we spent the long weekend on a boat and a raft and in a tent. And it was divine. I turned my phone off (for most of it) so I could just revel in the silence. A silence that lasted only until I jumped off a 1,000 ft. cliff (give or take) and gave into my brain piercing screams. My ears are still ringing. And don’t worry Mom, I wore my lifejacket. But the fall, even if it may or may have not taken me twenty minutes to get to the edge of the cliff, was totally worth the adrenaline rush. How’s that for makin’ ya feel alive!? And I forgot to mention that it’d all be happening, didn’t I? Well, you probably just thought I was m.i.a. for a week because I had nothing interesting to say. Which is true. I had nothing interesting to say. I still don’t. Probably won’t, ever.

So enjoy some pictures and happy week. xo

    

the best thing to ever grace the www.

Bless your heart, Todrick Hall. You have successfully made my day for like three weeks straight. What kind of genius people come up with this stuff and where are they?! I want to befriend them and you will too as soon as you hit play. Hope you’re having a great week! Either way, it’s about to get better. You’re welcome.

 

prepare to swoooon

    

Take a moment. Catch your breath. I know. It happened to me too. Because they are SOO DANG CUTE! Actually ‘cute’ doesn’t even begin to explain what they are. All I know is that I want to lock myself in a backyard full of squeaky toys, tennis balls and them, and I never want to leave. Ever.

Meet Koa, Nettie and Elsie. Mama and my sisters went a little crazy (the best kind of crazy) and got themselves not one, but three of these sweet pieces of heaven. Was it planned? No. But now we know what, “Let’s just go loooook at some puppies,” really means.

Who’s complaining though? We’re not. And you wouldn’t be either. I’m soooo excited to get to know these sweet ‘golden girls’. So excited for the cuddles, the dog breath, the hikes, the ball chasing, the companionship and even the occasional disobeying because just look at those faces. No one’s ever really truly going to get mad at those faces.

We’re still missing our precious Sweetie girl, so so much. But if there’s anything that she taught us, it’s that life without a family pup (or three) is just no life for us at all, and we know she would’ve picked these pups too.

thoughts of my honeydew

Hi, I’m Kait, and I’m bossy, so very opinionated and I usually have the attention span of a nine-year old. I start projects and I don’t finish them, I’m not so good at budgeting and I like most things done MY way. My emotions usually rule me and if that’s not already dangerous enough, one week out of every month I’m literally an emotional and hormonal train wreck. During that week I’m grouchy for no reason and I’m mean. I really hate to admit that, but it’s true. I can get really mean. It’s like this little monster inside of me quietly sleeps for three whole weeks only to be awoken on the fourth week angry, hungry and ready to devour every happy thought that has ever existed. And I’m telling you right now, this monster HATES opinions, failed budgets and unfinished projects which is pretty much what I happen to be made of. My home serves as a battleground during this time and it’s never a pretty sight.

Then there’s my Honeybuns. He’s like the most even-tempered, level-headed and logical person I know. This never changes. All month long, every single week and each day, Honey stays mellow and calm. He thinks clearly with that smart brain of his, he works hard and he finishes what he starts, or in most cases, what I started. He’s a stranger to the snooze button, which doesn’t make an ounce of sense to me, and his dirty laundry basket is NEVER overflowing, another one of those ideas that makes me go cross-eyed. There are nights I’ve literally lost sleep wondering how he puts up with me. He does it though, and he manages to put up with me all while letting me know that I’m still loved. Even on my craziest of crazy days, the days when there is absolutely nothing to like about me and the “beast” is on a rampage, I know that my Honeylove looks past the flames spouting from my ears and he sees something good. I just might be the luckiest girl when it comes to my 6’ 5” hunk of delicious mancake. Really. I just might be. On a side note, I don’t doubt that there are moments when illusions of my face appear on his Call of Duty: Modern Warfare screen, but hey, if that’s what he’s got to do every once in a while to ‘battle’ my beast, I’m cool with it and I really don’t blame him.

Perhaps balance helps keep us strong. I bring a heavy dose of insanity to the table and Honey counteracts that with an even heavier dose of sanity, and it works. It works quite well actually.

Today, I woke to a kiss on the forehead as he got ready to leave for work. It’s a comforting thing, that kiss on the forehead is, and sometimes I forget how much I love that sweet gesture. Most mornings, I just roll over and go back to sleep once he’s gone, but today I reveled in the moment a bit and enjoyed the feeling of being honestly and truly in love with a good man who loves me right back, crazy and all. And I’ll tell ya, it did a better job at cheerfully waking me up than any strong cup of coffee and it was waaay more fulfilling than any finished project or successful budget plan.