a trip to Fresno would not be complete without my favorite cookies.
we were driving around, checking out our old neighborhood, before making a quick pit-stop for a delicious dozen. they were just as scrumptious as i remembered them to be.
plus, the crew didn’t mind my request— i did share a couple crumbs.
Saturday night, we returned to my mama’s alma mater to watch our beloved Huskers dominate the turf.
Joined by our closest friends, we sweated our way through tail gate & the first half (102 degrees is steamy, y’all) before cheering on our boys from the air conditioned home.
being back in a city that means so much us was a blast, and being able to cheer on our corn-fed team was the sweet cherry on top.
on Friday, we surprised my guy with a lunch overlooking the 18th green at Pebble Beach.
for a guy who absolutely loves golf, Pebble Beach is the mecca of all meccas, and to me, there are few things that feel as good as surprising someone with an experience they’ll [hopefully] never forget.
Alcatraz is equally as cool & creepy as I remembered it to be.
Last Thursday, we boarded a ferry to the island and spent the following two hours on a tour of the site.
Listening to the voices of past wardens while peeking inside cells that once held prisoners on the most wanted list resulted in chills & little talking.
I’m not sure why I thought walking into the solitary confinement cell would be a good idea, but I did, and I don’t think I’d do it again.
Thank goodness it was a beautiful morning in San Francisco — it made the unsettling feeling a little more tolerable.
speaking of Monday night…
Indiana-grown entree (boursin-stuffed chicken) and fresh harvest vegetables along with three dessert options—
creme brulee cheesecake, grilled shortcake topped with Indiana peaches & fresh whipped cream, or vanilla bean ice-cream with so many toppings galore.
oh baby, oh baby.
3 years ago, I stood in this exact spot during a 7-hour interview process.
3 years & a few days later, I received a rejection letter.
Monday night, i returned to a work place where I once envisioned a future, only this time, it was to host a national meeting for the job i now can’t imagine life without.
I always want to believe that when things don’t work out how i imagine, they’ll turn out for the best.
& while it is not always the case, when it comes to my current work situation, it really is.
i’ve worked retail & have many of those paychecks hanging in my closet.
i’ve stayed at a start-up company that didn’t make me truly happy or even a little bit fulfilled,
& i’ve taken jobs for paychecks knowing full well i wouldn’t enjoy one second of them.
& yet, given my past, i still trust those experiences have only made this current one that much sweeter.
Monday night brought that realization to the forefront of all my thoughts— i am so thankful for that.
…when the alternative is fading away, the possibility of burning out gets smaller every day you decide to participate in life instead of observing it from the sidelines.
a tremendous tribute to Joan Rivers from brilliant writer Julie Klausner.
(read the entire piece here: http://www.vulture.com/m/2014/09/what-it-was-like-to-work-with-joan-rivers.html)
i love designer bags, but i do not love them under my eyes.
so, imagine my delight when i started using this product a month ago & instantaneously fell in love.
a swipe under each eye (or an inverted triangle if you’re fancy), a gentle pat into the skin & POOF!, circles be gone!
when it comes to make-up, & products in general, i’m really not too picky, but this is one crucial step in my morning i won’t be without.