• Travel

    Start Day Positive

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  • Travel

    Ring of Fire.

    “This morning, with her, having coffee.” – Johnny Cash, when asked for his description of paradise. “I mean, I don’t know, is her name Julie or something?” – Scott Burton, when asked if he knew who Johnny Cash was referring to. (It’s June, Scott. Like your niece.) If you follow me on any social media you know that Scott and I went to Nashville, Tennessee this weekend. We needed a date weekend with country music and whiskey. Sure, you can find country music and whiskey in my own house but you won’t find this horse. Or this one. I call them date weekends. Sometimes we bring friends along. Sometimes we don’t. We never bring…

  • Travel

    I don’t believe in cold vacations.

    Call me ignorant. Call me uneducated. Call me hard-headed. Call me what is that crazy-ass woman screaming about and who is Scott? In four weeks, my crazy will be showing on top of a mountain. Scott is taking me skiing in Keystone, Colorado. He will push me down a mountain and expect me to lean forward like I’m on some sort of suicide mission. Scott’s current annoyance level with me is at a “fine, screw it. I’ll hire private lessons for you on the first day. I’m not dealing with this.” Whatever level that is. We took the family to Dick’s Sporting Goods to get snow skiing gear. Kate: I know how to…

  • Travel

    The forbidden post.

    This is the post Scott told me I couldn’t post when I wanted to post it. Our conversation back in June: Scott: You can’t write on your blog when we’ll be out of town. We could get robbed. Me: But that’s the whole point of the post. What would they take? We have nothing. Scott: Post it to your private social media accounts. Me: Huh? What is a private social media account? It’s a public blog. Scott: I will divorce you if you post this post tomorrow. Post your robber post after we get back. We’re back! We are ready to fight off intruders with barking dogs, screams and Scott scrambling to get…

  • Hunting,  Parenting,  Travel

    This is my Monday post.

    Don’t hate me. By the time Monday rolls around, I will not have a new blog post ready. But I will have a tan. I realize I won’t be able to show off this tan once I’m back in Kansas but just know under my 3 layers of clothing there is a tan. An 82 degree, sun-kissed, right off the coast of Miami, tan. “Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga…” You hate me. I know. Get outta here, Gloria Estefan. Keep reading. So I’m taking off to South Florida for the weekend. It was a last minute trip, really. Believe me – I’m not some rich, snob that…

  • Humor,  Travel,  Womanhood

    The first is the worst.

    I was not planning on writing about my first bikini wax. But ladies – What the hell is wrong with you?! Or maybe I should be yelling at the men. Or the Brazilians. Whose idea was this anyway? I should google that. On a whim, I scheduled a bikini wax before my Florida trip. I thought it would be nice not to have to worry about shaving. My sister highly recommended that I request the woman that does her bikini waxes. The more my bikini area grew in preparation, the more nervous I got about someone ripping my course Mexican hairs out with wax. I brought up my upcoming bikini…

  • Travel

    The sweet nectar of the Gods.

    I write on my blog every Monday. Whoops. I have been in Napa Valley for the past 4 days with Scott. I forgot to bring my computer. I’m actually surprised Scott picked Napa Valley as a vacation spot for us. Scott isn’t a big wine drinker. I’m not really a spa person. And we’re not, oh what’s the word … classy for a place like Napa. We really tried to fit in with the wine capital of the world. I had to stop Scott from throwing cash into the wine dumping bucket. He thought it was a tip jar. We tried the use the lingo. Scott got his swirl down. I kept splashing…

  • Humor

    Casey, the cowboy.

    Meet Casey. He is a farmer from western Kansas. I’m not talking about Old McFarmer smoking his cigarette on a porch swing. I’m talking about a hot, fit, tan, 20-something. If a woman were to fantasize about a sweaty, hard working farmer driving a tractor on a field, Casey would fit the description. He should really book a photoshoot or something. Scott and I met him at K-State. Casey came to visit us for the weekend. We invited him to join us at the Tyler Farr/Pat Green concert (it was a kickin’ concert, by the way. And I can’t get Tyler Farr’s “Hot Mess” song out of my head). Casey…

  • Travel

    We're back!

    With 3 clicks of our ruby red slippers, we are back to Kansas. I had to insert the Wizard of Oz reference there. My brother was sending me tornado touchdown updates. The hot topic on Facebook was the storms and tornados. When we landed in KC, we walked out the airport to a downpour, a 30 degree temperature drop, and tornado sirens. Uh, should our pilot have landed our plane in that?! I’m glad everyone we know is safe. So Disney World…what to say…. Overall, it was fun. Emma loved it. She loved meeting characters, watching shows and mostly, riding rides. She rode them all–with the exception of a few…

  • Travel

    We're back!

    We survived the plane rides to and from Texas!  It was not as bad as I thought, although, they did have some moments where my panic meter started to rise…Mainly with the ear popping thing.  Kate was pretty easy.  Emma was not.  Word of advice: have the gum or a drink ready on the descent–not stored in the upper bin with all the carry-ons. I have discovered I have a new fear of flying now.  I’ve never been bothered by flying.  Never.  But flying with my precious girls I couldn’t help but think of terrorists, birds hitting the plane, bad turbulence, drunk pilots, flying into the twilight zone…you name it, I…