I wish I had a cool accent

Years ago my mom got me HOOKED on listening to music with headphones. Believe it or not, this was not her defense mechanism to block out the crappy fifteen year old music phase that I went through (let's be real, I sat in my room and blasted techno, which my mother proclaimed sounded like I was bouncing a basketball against the ceiling - I wasn't - I forced my dad through similar musical situations) - it was her way of making me realize how magically awesome beats can be. Seriously, throw on a nice over-the-ear headphones crank your favorite song, and I swear to you hear things you have never heard (so, obviously I am sitting here with headphones on right now) - Benjamin Taylor, Trevor Hall, Macklemore, Adventure Club, Beethoven - simply magical! And, yes...I still do listen to that basketball against the ceiling music...but...clearly a much more mature version.

I cannot wait until I am able to go to my first MLB game this season. I don't even care who is playing - I just want to sit in a stadium. I still think that anyone and everyone that plays/ed baseball is ridiculously attractive (okay, for the most part... then I learned about the dirty, smelly, stinky laundry).

For the last 5 days I get home from work a ball of energy, on my drive home I think I am going to blog about that; it is going to be amazing, I am really looking forward to sharing my two-cents with the world. Well, clearly the act of me signing on and banging my fingers across the keyboard has been abruptly interrupted with my relationship with Pinterest, Fab.com, and other brainless activities that do not involve excel sheets, adobe programs and meeting requests. Oy vey.

Last Sunday I told Spence that I was giving up drinking any sort of alcohol substance until we arrived in Napa. I have failed miserably. After a teeth clenching day on Thursday I demanded that I deserved a glass of wine. But, seriously....Sunday, you and I have a date: no more booze until the following weekend, when my boyfriend will FINALLY be separated from being a doctor and we will be skipping through vineyards holding hands...hhhherrrrrrrmmm?!? Okay, in all seriousness - this is the first time I have EVER taken more than 8 hours off work since I started a real job - I am really looking forward to sleeping in on a weekday. The idea of not being a glorified roommate also sounds pretty effin' awesome too. My favorite thing to do right now when Spence isn't studying is throw myself at him and yell AFFECTION! Most of the time this produces a few giggles, which we both need...
Two twenty-something year olds are not supposed this bogged down with life. But, hey...that is what coffee was made for...right?

If you have Siri I HIGHLY suggest you ask her 'Who let the dogs out?'

You know what else is magical (aside from music in over the ear headphones, biking and skiing?) FRIENDS. Last weekend I was so blessed to spend a week/weekend full of friends. They revive you. All my fellow ski-bum mountain hoodlums coming down to the sand; they make me realize that I am normal. Phew. Friends make you smile. You can cut free, and be yourself - this is something I have really struggled with lately since I am trying to take on such a mature/future planing roll. New York, Tahoe, Squamish, Salt Lake, Denver, Orange County, Austria. I have to be one of the luckiest people on the face of the earth to have traveled so much at such a youthful age and make so many kick ass friends. To those who contributed to my adventures and created friendships, THANK YOU - You are freaking awesome.

Stop leaving and you will arrive. Stop searching and you will see.

Somedays I wish I had a really cool accent. Then people would be curious where I was from (although,  I do have quite the vagabond story already. In my mind having parents in the ski industry is essentially the same as those whom have parents in the army. Army brat? ha. Ski brat) - I would be totally okay with a Canadian accent, perhaps Norwegian or some other European country where gorgeous people come from. Maybe, I will pick one up from all the French I have been learning lately on my spare time...I still haven't decided what good learning French will do for me - although I still think I am destine to live in Canada.

Somedays I also wish that I had a pet, specifically a dog. But, seeing that I cannot keep a silly beta fish alive for more than a few months - I should probably stick to aloe vera plants for the time being.

I am thinking about taking up acupuncture; I have been extremely tired lately. Coffee doesn't work. Vitamins are not helping. Sleeping isn't helping. Exercising - nope. There has to be an answer....

I want to experience wanderlust.

I also want to experience ski diving, but, I would most likely pass out from fear of heights - that is on my long term bucket list. Actually...speaking of bucket lists - I have recently created the Bucket List 2.0 - thing that are achievable this year: 

1) Go to Baja and eat Tacos
2) Hike Mt. Whitney
3) Go to Yosemite
4) Take the ferry to Catalina
5) Visit Joshua Tree, thus putting me more in touch with U2...clearly!
6) Go to Berlin (so,  this might move to the long term bucket list)
7) Drive a cigarette boat (I probably have to move back to Tahoe, and become a pier attendant again to do this)
8) Go to Portland

Can you say spoiled? 

Ski bum, turned beach bum? 

Beach & Bonfires

Whiskey makes you Frisky. 

North America Unite.  
I would never attempt skateboarding sans mouthguard, pads and helmet. I also have this thing against wearing shoes on the weekends, which is quite hilarious considering the heels I wear during the week.  

Desk Decor

Seriously, be nice to our planet. Simply Straws 
Pump. Up. The. BEEEEEEEEET. 

Wednesday Treats. #KittensAndCrumbs

Riding in the rain. 

Just my bike, and my mind. 

I came home to the beautiful face that I started dating 2 years ago, sans horrendous mustache. I ain't mad!   

ThrowBack: When I first moved to Southern California and was called Kesha - seriously? ImmaBeMe.

Soooooo vintage! 

Backyard Super D. I love where I work; what a GREAT first job. I love the authenticity of the people who work here.   


It's the simple things...like getting a tall desk that make me look forward to next week and not minding that I stayed until 6:30 on a Friday organizing and MOBBING on my bike. 

OG stuff right there. Oakley Zeros - how lucky was I to try these on?!
Tired eyes. Headphones pumping beautiful sounds. 


Ultra Authentic. I love surprises. Seriously. 

Top 'O The Climb. I love having the opportunity to ride during lunch. 


Smiles all around.
Finding my normal. 

Pee-Grass. Poke. Avocados. Havea' Chips and water. Delicious.  

Rollerskating in the kitchen. You Rebel you. 

Rekindling old friendships. 

I am so thankful for the life and the experiences that I have been able to have. To all that have made my crazy, fun, exciting, wondrous life possible - thank you.

Sending Love From SoCal.

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