Monthly Archives: June 2012

Throwback Thursday

Tomorrow we are heading up North to Minnesota and Pelican Lake for ten days of lake time bliss!  In honor of it being Jon and my 9th (!!!) summer at the cabin together, I thought I’d post some throwback photo’s from my first summer there, the summer we met.

For those that don’t know the story, Jon and I met at Wildflower Golf Course which is part of a large Pelican Lake resort called Fair Hills.  My best friend Vanessa and I decided to work there the summer after our freshman year of college, and by decided I mean I DECIDED and then spent the better half of a month convincing/begging Vanessa to come with me.  Well she did and it ended up being one of the best times of my entire life.  I met so many amazing people that I still keep in touch with…including my future husband!

Ahhhh to be 19 again  : )

THEN:AND NOW:

This is one of only TWO photo’s from that summer that have Jon and I in them.  My family was at the resort for Fathers Day and Jon was out with all of his cousins on the boat and decided to stop by.  Meeting my parents a little early maybe??  : )

I’m surely making some sort of smart-ass comment.

This is me and my Wildflower girls on my last day of work at the course.

Here’s the ONLY other photo from that summer offering proof that we did indeed meet.  I’m not sure what’s happening with the hats on his head, but that is certainly Jon.  I’m pretty sure this is the night he cornered me in the kitchen of the Hendrickson cabin and MADE me kiss him for the first time.

I hadn’t yet discovered makeup.  My apologies.

You couldn’t pay me to go back to high school or to most of my 20’s, but I’d go back to this summer in a heartbeat for free.Fire starting at Lake 5 with Mrs. Carpenter : )

Another marriage to come out of that summer – Mr and Mrs. Ian and Courtney Carpenter.

Jon is going to KILL MEEEEEEE  but…here’s the ending of a very sweet note he wrote me that first summer.  Little did he know…. : )

And if THAT doesn’t seal my fate as a dead man – I’m very sorry honey but I just couldn’t resist.

Throwback Thursdays are officially my favorite.

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Baby Jaxon

I had the unexpected honor to take photos of this little nugget early last week.

Quite simply put, he was an absolute angel.I headed down to the exquisite Denver children’s hospital where baby Jaxon has been for the past few weeks while he gets good and strong and ready to go home. 

He’s so lucky to have been born into such a wonderful family and I felt truly truly blessed that they asked me to help document the very beginning of his life.

I hadn’t been in a hospital since little Miss Livi spent similar time in the NICU.  I wasn’t expecting my reaction to it all and quite honestly I was overwhelmed.  I am a little bit embarrassed to say that when I  got in the elevator to leave I just crumbled.  Like I said, so grateful and honored to have been asked to be there.

Link Love

HAPPY FRIDAY!!!

What’s everyone up to this weekend?

It’s been bananas hot around here.  Luckily yesterday I got a cool off pool day in with Miss Ashley.

Maybe we’ll get another one this weekend because it’s supposed to be scorching!

I get to go to one of my favorite restaurants tonight with three of my favorite ladies in one of my favorite cities (Boulder) and I can’t wait!

Otherwise this weekend is dedicated to getting prepared for our road trip next week!  We’re driving up to the lakes for 10 days over the 4th of July and OF COURSE i’m totally counting down the days.  We’re bringing our bikes for the first time and need to get a bike rack attached to Jon’s car (we would never put something that ugly on pearl).  : )

I don’t have many links for ya’ll this week but here are a couple and a current song obsession.

One of my favorite jewelry designers.

25 best sports GIF’s of all time.

Emily, the write of one of my favorite blogs just got married!

I would like to visit EVERY single one of these.

SONG OF THE WEEK for me.

02 Only the Young

Farewell to a Friend

Saying goodbye has never been an easy thing.

I would assume that statement is true for most people, but for some reason it manages to be particularly challenging for me.

I think said difficutly comes from two different personality traits.

The first is that I’m very shy and saying goodbye (with the risk of it being super awkward) scares me almost as much as meeting someone for the first time.  Very rational…I know.

The second trait is that I become very attached to things.  I’m hoping this doesn’t eventually result in an episode of hoarders, but I’m not counting it out.

I guess I shouldn’t say all things.  I should say sentimental things.

I’ll take it one step futher and say not even seemingly obvious sentimental things.  I mean things that I attach sentimentality to.  Things that are uniquely sentimental to me and are that way because of experiences/feeling/thoughts I have about them.

These things have quite a range.

Some of them ‘normal’ like concert ticket stubs, love letters, cards, etc.

Some of them not so normal.

Like a hershey nugget candy wrapper from opening night of my highschool play Annie.  My best friend at the time Jess Burke and I split one before the show (our favorite candy) and even looking at it reminds me of how I felt in those ten minutes before the curtain went up.  Thrilled, proud, naseous, etc.  I can’t throw it away.  It’s not about the wrapper, it’s about the feeling that I can still get back from looking at it.  It’s magical.

Or how about the tag from a pair of Steve Madden shoes I bought in higschool.  I found them at The Buckle in West Acres mall in Fargo, North Dakota, couldn’t afford them as a 16 year old ($80) so I put them on layaway and paid them off until I could take them home.  They were grey wool platform pennyloafers and they were beautiful (hideous).   When I look at that tag, I remember how I TRULY felt they were going to make me more popular, I remember the first day I wore them to school, and I remember the day I sold them to Plato’s Closet because I realized how hideous they were.

Those are small things.  There are many more examples but in order to keep up an illusion of sanity I’m not going to talk about all of them.

Well.

A few days ago I had to say goodbye to something I was incredibly attached to.  Something that I had used almost every single day for over 7 years.  Something that gave me comfort, gave me escape, gave me safety, gave me adventures, gave me a place to be alone, gave me music, gave me sunshine and freedom and air and wind in my hair.

Last Friday, I said goodbye to Sexy Lexy, my trusted and very much loved car of over 7 years.  It was bizarrely difficult.

As I’m writing this in my neighborhood coffee shop I am tearing up just thinking about it.  Rational…I know.

Let me give you a little history.

When I was a junior in college, my dad gifted his Lexus ES 300 to me.  At this point the car was only 7-8 years old and was down right luxurious to me and all my friends.  I had a cool car.  She had heated leather seats, a six disc cd player, a huge trunk, and an amazing sound system.  A boy I liked dubbed her Sexy Lexy.  That was in 2005.

Cut to 2012 and my my how things had changed.

My old girl had ripped leather seats, a six disc cd player that skipped, a dirty trunk and a struggling sound system.  Buttons that no longer worked, leaking tires, leaking oil, a bum headlight, several dents, and a windshield so pitted I could hardly see when driving in the sun.  She clicked, she whined, and when I drove up hills she sounded like an 80 year old lifelong smoker.

She no longer gave me freedom because I was afraid to drive more than 5 miles from my house (she had started to overheat).

She no longer kept me safe because I was afraid at any moment she might blow up, lose a wheel, or just stop in the middle of 75mph I-25 traffic.

She no longer gave me air simply because the air conditioner didn’t work.

The last year and a half I had anxiety every single day over this car.

Will it start?  Can I get to work?  Where is Jon today in case I have to call him to come pick me up when she stalls?  No sorry, I can’t drive to Boulder.  Am I going to hit traffic in 100 degrees with no air?  Can you drive us to dinner?  Yes – it is my car leaking oil.

Didn’t matter.  I still loved her.

She still gave me escape.  She still gave me the wind in my hair.  She made me feel like me.  She tied me to where I came from and brought me to where I was.  She was my car.

In the end she had 280,000 (THOUSAND!) miles on her and I had a big sense of pride about that number.  I’m sure most of those were put on by my dad before I inherited her, but that still leaves she and I with a lot of miles together.

Some of those miles were put on when I was in College.   Fed up with dorm life I would jump in and drive to Ada, feeling a sense of safety and relief when I pulled in the driveway.

I put on a lot driving from wherever I was in the world to Pelican lake to see a boy.  He was from Bloomington and we would sit in Lexy, listen to the first song we loved together (and the song we danced to at our wedding) and talk about everything that seemed to matter more than everything else.

Several inappropriate miles were put on driving around with Gabe and Greg Haney late at night on the country roads, shooting fireworks out the window, drinking a road soda on the gravel roads while wondering ‘does it ever get better than this‘?

A TON were put on driving to Denver with a huge smile on my face.

A TON were put on driving right back home with tears in my eyes.

Mostly they were put on going from here to there, just ordinary life on an ordinary day.

Regardless of when they happened, I was proud of those miles.

But proud as I may be, I desperately needed a new car.

 

Ladies and Gentlemen allow me to introduce you to Pearl.

Isn’t she beautiful?

She’s EASILY the nicest and most spectacular thing I’ve ever owned.  This car came into my possession with less than 10 miles on the odometer.  Yes, from almost 300,000 miles to 10.  It’s like something out of the movies.

The differences between these cars shouldn’t even be talked about.  My new car talks to me, knows my voice, seat preferences, music volume preference, seat heat preference, where I’m going, who I want to talk to, and the color of my husbands eyes.

I tried to park Pearl on the street and keep Sexy Lexy safe and sound in the garage.  Jon said I was insane.  That’s when the feelings of abandonement and guilt started to set in.  That first night when I parked my trusted old friend out on the cold dark street and left her there.  For days.  While I frolicked around like a teenager in my newer model.

I was supposed to try and sell her.  I couldn’t.  I was supposed to donate her. I couldn’t.  I had the Food Bank of the Rockies lined up to come pick her up for donation several weeks ago and called the night before to cancel because I just could not do it.

I wasn’t ready.

Well last Friday I could stall no longer.  The call was made, the title was signed, the appointment was set.  I went out the Thursday night before to empty all personal items, remove the liscence plates, and say goodbye.

I spent over thirty minutes sitting in and around that stupid car.  I would have turned her on and listened to a sentimental song or two, but as of two days prior, she wouldn’t start anymore.  She had given up.  : (

I opened the creaking door one last time and sat in the torn up drivers seat.  It’s crazy how much sliding into that seat felt so comfortable and normal.  Like being home.  Albeit a dirty and broke down home, but still.

I said goodbye.

I actually swept my hand across the back of her as I walked away and choked back tears (as I am RIGHT NOW).  So rational…I know.

I woke up Friday morning and the first thing I did was run to our front window to see if she was still there.  She wasn’t.  Food Bank of the Rockies had come and towed her away “to garner money to feed hungry people” Jon told me after I called him very distraught.

I would have held on to her if I could have, stuck her in a box next to that candy wrapper.

I guess it was so hard because I have a lot of my most important memories in that car.  Another part of it is that car used to suit me, or at least the old college student me.  It suited the girl that packed her car to the brim to drive off to Denver all by herself for a new adventure.  I like to think I’m still that girl, but I also have to admit that ‘times they are a changing’ and a 27 year old woman maybe doesn’t belong in a car that can hardly get her from point A to point B.  It was tough saying goodbye to that part of my life, admitting that it’s really over, and that I’m really 27 years old.

Slowly, each time I jump in my new car, it starts to feel less like a really nice rental car and more like mine.  I’ve driven it to the mountains twice in the last week, something I could never have done in my old car.  It really has been a life changer.  I get excited when I think about where this car will take me, what it will haul around (kids…yikes!), and the tons of new memories I’ll have.  I feel like an bona fide adult.   Maybe it’s silly for a car to make you feel that way, but it does.  It feels grown up, feels responsible, and full of possibilities.

It’s pretty great.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to put Sexy Lexy in a shoe box, but I did keep one of her old license plates.  Sometime down the road, probably while cleaning and when I’ve forgotten it’s there, I’ll find it.  I hope it will have that magical quality that puts me right back in the drivers seat, wind in my hair, and reminds me of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.

iPhone Photo Purging

Ahhh the things I tell myself I’m going to accomplish in any given week.

It’s already Wednesday Monday and I still haven’t tied up the loose ends on 3 posts I have waiting in the wings for you all.

Le Sigh.

Instead of quality content, how about we do some low quality iPhone photo’s?

Hit it!

Great veil!

Playing with the tulle after the wedding.My poor mothers living room in the days following the big day.

The only remaining Hammerschlagen nail after the festivities.

The beautiful canopy of trees over the cabin.

The exact spot where Jon and I first met.

Jon ‘hard at work’ on our ‘honeymoon’.

Mosquito’s in Minnesota!  Yikes.

Mrs. Corwin and I  : )

My favorite beer!!!!

Minnesota Twinsies

All packed up and ready to go.

Back in Denver…. Notice the ring…I did.

First name is spelled wrong and the last name doesn’t look familiar either : )

Meow.The Finners…

…and again.

Hiking in Boulder.

Such a stud.He did it!

Pine. Cone.

Landscape.View from the top!

Slanted.

Beautiful Colorado.

Kind of like a lake.  Yet not at all : (

Scary sun glare.Hi guys.

Delish.

Beautful Ladies.

Elly and Ashley – so pretty.

I have a thing for fire pictures.

Cheers!

 

I promise I’ll do better this week : )

Monday Randomness

Alright people ~ I just passed the 1,000 pins mark on Pinterest and show no sign of stopping.  If you want to get in on the party, look over to your right and click follow me on Pinterest.  If you don’t know what Pinterest is then I’m sorry you simply CANNOT be helped.  If I’m the first to introduce you to it (doubtful) then I apologize because it’s absolutely going to suck your life into a black hole.

Second item of business…some pretty cherries to look at.

I’ve got some posts in the works for this week that are a bit less sporadic than this one, but I just had these few random things to cover.

Random things like THIS.  Click it.  For happiness.  It shows my wicked dance moves.  BTW it’s a gif from an awesome app called Gifboom.  Get it.

Lastly, I CAN’T stop listening to this song.

No…not Call Me Maybe.

THIS one.  It’s by yOya and it’s called Fireworks and it is best served really loud in a car preferably on the way to the lakes.  Enjoy and see you tomorrow.

01 Fireworks

The Webb Family

Last week I had the privilege to spend the morning with the Webb family!  Avon and Paxton are three and one and busy busy busy!  I had my work cut out for me keeping them in one place let alone getting them to look at me.  I had to laugh at myself making the silly noises my mom used to make to get our attention as kids.  These are a few of my favorites from the day.