is this thing on?

I’m going to go ahead and officially proclaim that March is my favorite month. My preference used to be solely based on the fact that my birthday falls in March, and I got a Spring Break, but now it's evolved to be based on more than that. It’s as if I hold my breath from the time winter really sets in until the magical first day of March. Not only do I receive two of my favorite emails on March 1: Silly Red Robin used about 11 pictures to make up the email so I had to re-piece it back together But the weather generally starts to show me signs that life still exists outside of my house. This past weekend we had our first bluebird beautiful day where I could go for a walk without a coat and soak in some vitamin D. Yesterday I was taking the dog for her evening walk around the block and noticed a tiny little yellow bud peeking out from the ground. Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Exhale - You survived the winter. It’s March! We didn't have a hor...

Infertility. It's the elephant in the room that no one wants to talk about until it's over and you can look back, now relieved that it was something you used  to deal with. I've always thought about how I can't wait until our bout with infertility is over so I can finally share our story; but right now I don't see a light at the end of the tunnel and I kind of want to talk about it now. It's something that's on my mind every day and it seems weird that it's something I don't share with people. It's a very lonely battle but I think part of that is our own fault for not talking about it. {Any talk of infertility involves being open and honest about sex so if that makes you uncomfortable, you've been warned.} Brian and I have not been able to conceive, and it sucks. Big time. Especially in the age of social media where it feels like every day someone announces on Facebook that they are pregnant, adding salt to my wounds. Everyone else makes...

February marked our 6th month anniversary in Glenwood Springs and I kind of feel like if I have to have a 6 month review at work, Glenwood should have one, too. Really I'm just feeling reflective (and I'm killing time waiting for Brian to go snowboarding so I can watch my stories).  Glenwood Springs has proven to have many strengths: I love feeling like I live in a city but we're still in the mountains. I love that we're so far away from Denver that I-70 is actually still a functioning method of travel the majority of the time- even weekends. If you're not from Colorado, let me explain. I-70 is the main artery to the mountains/ski slopes. Denver people all go up on the same day and go back down on the same day which means it ends up taking you 2 hours to go 20 miles. I have peed in a water bottle on I-70. As an adult. Not kidding. It's incredibly beautiful here on the western slope. I have been brought to tears on many occasions by the scenery. Part of t...