working on it

Katie G. sent me a text last week that said: my plant hopes your plants get better. The following photo was included:
Bragging? Maybe. :) But I am sure her well wishes are going to put life back into Tallulah and Delilah.

Meanwhile, I've somehow managed to kill the super resilient plant on my desk:
Truth be told, my plants are probably dying because I keep forgetting to water them regularly. I tend to drown them and drought them. Got to keep them on their toes?

I promise I'm working on it.

we say we aren't competitive...


But on a recent trip to Denver to meet the wonderful, beautiful Diego (of whom I took no pictures. which is sad and lame), Courtney and I engaged in a little lawn mowing competition. We raced to see who could get their half done the fastest and I'd say the videos are better than any description I could offer...




I had so much fun with Courtney and Ashley (and Crosby, Griffin and Diego) and I was rilly sad to leave them, because they're wonderful and fun and the bestest.

no more tarzan

Now that it's October (rabbit, rabbit) I am prepared to admit that summer is over. And, with the change of season comes a change in lifestyle as well. Since May, I can count on (less than) one hand how many nights I've spent at home. Not to say I've been weeknight partying, I'm too old for this now that I'm in Club 25, but I've just packed my nights with activities - dinner with friends, new workout classes, committees, sporting events, dates, outings, etc. And last week, it hit me that I can no longer sustain this. I'm deadso. And so, I'm vowing to slow it down this month.

You see, I have always had somewhat of an addiction to busyness. As Shauna Niequist puts it, "I love days when you're always leaving something early to arrive just a touch late at the next place, like pearls on a string or Tarzan swinging on vines, feet never touching the ground."

This is how I've felt my entire life, but it's safe to say that over the course of the last few months, I've overdone it just a bit. So as October begins, I'm making it my goal to sleep more than six hours each night and abstain from making plans at least one, but preferably two, nights each week. I'm confident these two baby steps will help me get things back under control, so that cleaning out my purse and mailing a letter don't become activities that sit on my to do list for weeks.

As my mom reminded me last week when I had a teeny tiny meltdown because I couldn't find time to get Ashley a baby gift and pack between yoga and meeting friends for sushi, balance is the key to life. And just because I've let things get slightly off balance does not mean I've failed (which was what I asked her during my super rational breakdown) but it does mean it's time to reeavalute just, exactly, what is essential to maintain.

So, in November, I'll be sure to report back on how this trial month goes. If all goes according to plan, I'll return as a super-rested, happy-as-a-clam-girl.

Happy unbusying!

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the beauties

Six months ago, when I told people I was from Indiana, they said something along the lines of: Oh! I love Peyton Manning!

Now, they typically give me the eek face, where they make their mouths into a slit, suck in air, and say: Looks like it's going to be a rough season for the Colts, eh?

It's a stark contrast to the good old days.

However, on Sunday, I went to a dinner party and one of the people I met said: Indiana! Everyone in Indiana is beautiful. I used to date someone from Indiana, and when I would visit, I would look around and think, everyone here is so attractive.

It made my heart very happy. Because I agree, everyone I know in Indiana is very beautiful. Inside and out.

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