to all my friends

This is a note to all my friends. I feel as though I’m a million miles away (okay, only a couple thousand) but I still think about you guys all of the time. I don’t know if your thoughts are with me, but I hope so. Lives are constanly changing and new additions are being made but I still like to think that there is a tethered connection between our souls. I’ll continue to tag you in stupid memes and videos on facebook, and just know that it’s because I care. I may not pick up the phone as often as I should, but I still love you. 

I love watching you guys, a few imparticular, grow into these amazing humans, especially with your little humans growing right along side you. You go guys! It almost brings tears to my eyes… With busy lives, work, and family, I find it hard to keep in contact with my “other” families, but just know that you guys are always on my mind. 

pawhuska adventures

In February, (holy crap… it’s June and I’m just writing about this now…) I went with some family for a weekend trip to Tulsa where we traveled up to Pawhuska to visit The Mercantile and search around The Pioneer Woman’s lovely town. We shopped around for hours and ate in her restaurant which was WELL worth the wait. It was absolutely amazing and I’d eat these grilled cheese strips everyday.

I honestly don’t remember what this was but it was cream cheese and sugar covered and mouth watering.

can’t stop, addicted to the shindig

Welcome to the most amazing night of my life… up until now, because I’m sure there are greater things than a concert for my future. I have been waiting years to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers live AND I FINALLY GOT THE CHANCE. Exciting is an understatement because I am not sure there is a word to describe the magical evening I had with my lovely friend, Colleen A.

Rogers Arena made me realize how upset I was for not being alive 30 or so years ago when I could have seen them play a small show with a hundred or less people watching and be able to STAND on the floor instead of arranged seating. I wanted to groove and, mosh isn’t a suitable word, but whatever the equivalent is for a funk concert. I SO wish that I could have experienced them like that. But I was not born in the 80’s, so I am left to deal with this. However, it was completely worth it and I hope I can see them again very very soon.

I’ve loved their music for many years now, and their jams helped me through quite a rough period in my life. So, when they were coming within my province I jumped on that opportunity. I would do it over 100x if I could.


acotar and throne of glass

Oh, wow. Months later, and I return. I did not succumb to the dark side but I did, however, take a long, long, looooong mental break from writing. I still wrote in my very personal handy dandy notebook, but I switched my attention towards getting more involved with reading. BOOKS! Not articles, and blog posts, and magazine recipes. Good old books. I may have gone a little over board and I lost many hours of sleep over these past months.

I made a resolution a few years ago and I was to read 52 books in the year. And do you think I accomplished that? Of course not. Are you kidding me? Ha ha ha. But this year, I was serious. All in or nothing. And oh, I went all in. I started out in February and racked my number up to twelve books to date. I am so proud of myself. Not because I obviously don’t have a life but because this is the most reading I have done in years. And Psych and Anthro books don’t count. I found myself absorbed into the young adult fantasy genre and I think I’ve found my niche. No wonder I had a hard time sticking to a book and not closing it up after a few chapters. I had not found MY kind of novel. I’m so, so happy I did.
img_1900Sarah J. Maas

I have simply fallen in love with Sarah J. Maas novels. I have my dear friend, Colleen to thank for that (virtual hug). The A Court of Thorns and Roses series is beyond wonderful and the third installment will be out in a few weeks! I won’t say much but GO READ THIS NOW if it’s your kind of thing. Feyre, the strong female protagonist with a bad ass story line will have you binge reading to see what happens next. I felt that I became a part of the enchanting world and love story that Maas created, and I didn’t want to leave. Being a faerie would be pretty neat, I decided shortly after book one. I’ll be rereading it before A Court of Wings and Ruins comes out on May 2!!!

I’m currently making my way through the Throne of Glass series by Sarah as well. I’m on book three and Maas’ storytelling draws me in, to the point where I am unaware of my surroundings. She paints some lovely characters and again, a strong female protag with some POVs from lovers, friends, and potential enemies. Even writing this, I wonder why the hell I’m doing this and not reading instead. Hmmph.

img_1899Sarah J. Maas

Stay tuned for some photos and blurbs from the beginning of my year.

bare bones

Another year has gone by,

and the lush covers of your skeleton are withering away.

They crunch under my feet

and disperse in the wind, as if you are no longer whole.

But you are.

You are strong and sturdy

and reaching towards the sky each day.

Your bare bones reveal the raging storm,

tucked in behind your ribs.

It rips and roars and thrashes in the wind.

Passing time will heal you.

It will fill you full of life.

You will be whole again.


Inspired by Tree

city lights

Sometimes I miss the city.

The streetlights illuminating my path

on the late walks home,

and the porch lights

flickering on the moistened pavement.

I miss the momentary silence

that overtakes the rustlings of the day.

I don’t miss the traffic.

I don’t miss the people.

And how busy they make their days seem.

Everyone runs around frantic like they can’t escape the rain.

A constant loop plays out their days.

Sometimes I miss the city.

But most days I do not.


juan de fuca marine trail

Well guys, I survived. I managed to hobble out of the forest with only a few scratches and a swollen ankle and maybe a bit of shame. Paije and I hiked the Juan de Fuca Marine Trail which is a 47 km hike with some various degrees of terrain that runs from just outside of Jordan River, BC to Port Renfrew, BC. The views were completely outstanding and made all the sweat and blood worth it. (Really, only some minor scrapes.)

Paije and I left Friday morning and dropped a car off at the Botanical Beach trail head in Port Renfrew and traveled back down to China Beach, which is where we began our four day journey. I was prepared in more ways than others. My weak knee did better than I thought it would and it didn’t even begin to hurt. WOO! My ankle took a turn for the worse.

day one:

We only hiked the 9 km to China Beach Friday afternoon. It took about two and a half hours. I honestly don’t remember much of Friday’s conditions because Saturday wiped my memory of everything else. There were some hills if I do properly recall. The campsite was along the beach and was nice and tucked away. It was an easy start to the weekend. I may be turning into a believer with the freeze dried dinners… We had beef lasagna and mashed potatoes and you know what?! Not too shabby. 10/10 would probably eat again… maybe not on a regular evening when I can make my own… But you get what I mean.

day two: 

Saturday was going to be our hardest day. I knew going in that my upper body strength was stronger than my lower. We were told we had to cross thirteen ravines. And holy shit, did the first few ever kick my ass. It was doable but if I’m being honest, I will not be climbing any mountains anytime soon. We lost track after the fourth or fifth ravine and it all kind of blended together into this steep, muddy trek. We decided to stay at Chin Beach instead of pushing through to the next camp because after the five and half hours, we were toast. I think we were in bed by seven o clock that night. We only traveled 12 km that day but it felt like we walked for days. People would pass us, scrambling down a hill slowly, and they would be prancing down like graceful deer. I couldn’t believe it. Here I am, sweat raining down my face and back and there are these people making it look effortless. Good on them… (Eye roll.)

day three:

Now day three was interesting. The night before we had realized one of us left our keys in the car at China Beach and we were finishing at Botanical… Okay, so a problem. We either had to back track and grab the keys or keep going and hitch hike our way out of Port Renfrew.

 We pushed on that day. We hiked through Sombrio Beach and had a wonderful lunch that consisted of a shit load of jerky and pepperoni. (That’s practically what we survived off of.)

There was a family doing the hike in two days and they had two children with them. Props to them. So it is possible but I would have to say at least four days to comfortably do this hike would be a good way to plan. That way you get to enjoy what nature has to offer and you can spend some time at your camp, instead of hike/sleep/hike/sleep.

First thing Sunday morning, we heard branches snapping directly above us on the top of a ravine and I started yelling “BEAR SPRAY!!! BEAR SPRRAAAAAY!!!” Paije silently grabbed it from my backpack and told me to keep walking. Five or so minutes had passed and she says, “Oh my god. It was so cute and fluffy!” I didn’t see it but I guess I scared it off with my panicked moment.

We became obnoxiously loud after that incident.



I’m sure someone heard us echoing through the mountains. We made a pretty good team.

We got to Payzant Creek and we were both exhausted from the day. We realized we had hiked 19 km in nine and a half hours. We began day dreaming about nuggets and burgers and clean water that wasn’t tinged yellow with a chlorine taste. A shower was going to be the greatest luxury. And oh god, was it ever. This part of the trail was relatively moderate. There was a lot of mud and tree roots. The beginning of this day was most likely the culprit for my ankle sprain. However, I didn’t notice at the time and just kept going. Poor judgement on my part but what do you do when you’re in the middle of no where?

day four:

Our final day we thought would be a walk in the part; with the hardest parts behind us we just had to pack up and hike to the trail head in the hopes that some lovely souls would pick us poor women up. 7 km was the last stretch we had to complete, and the last 2 km was probably the longest length of time in my entire life. No friggin joke. It went on forever. People passed us smelling like tulips and I can only imagine what odors were clinging to us. We finished around eleven a.m. and the joy wasn’t as pronounced as it should have been. Immediately we dragged ourselves out of the parking lot and along the road leading out of the Provincial park. We were tired and sore and the last thing we wanted to do was to hike an extra 7 km, which we ended up doing. Stupid. We stopped for ice cream because I think we both felt like crying on this mission to get back to China Beach. This was our first ever experience hitch hiking and we didn’t know what to do. We walked for over two hours with car after car passing us. Thankfully a young gentleman stopped (god bless you stranger) and allowed us to accompany him for the thirty minute drive to our vehicle. After the moments of rest, I couldn’t walk and there was a lot of anxiety between the two of us since we both still had a six hour drive home. And Paije had a ferry to catch. We weren’t the happiest of campers.
 BUUUT, WE MADE IT!!! Looking hot as ever in our unwashed clothes and bodies. Jordan didn’t want to be to close to me when I walked in the door. Okay, that’s a lie… I hopped in because I couldn’t really stand. I don’t blame him.

Anyone who wants to do it, my unprofessional advice would be to be prepared, especially for rain and wild animals. Shits real. Also, remember to carry your keys if you plan on driving out after, because… we didn’t and there is no service so you’re kind of screwed unless you wait for the evening shuttle. Oops. Also, watch out for roots. They are everywhere. Like seriously, EVERYWHERE. Don’t be me. Definitely don’t be me. But I do urge you to try it if you were thinking about it. 🙂 

I would like to add as a finishing note that this trail has a bunch of suspension bridges, sketchy stairs and many mud bogs which would be horrible if you weren’t blessed with nice weather.