bang bang

My dog recently learned the "bang bang" trick, where he rolls over like he's dead when you say it.  I'm a pretty proud mama.  Mostly because it's just really damn cute.

*please ignore the green fleece pants and bedroom slippers--i wasn't planning on anyone seeing that monstrosity*

Lately...

I have been having extreme wanderlust tendencies (I know, this is really nothing new), and convince myself almost daily that I'm just going to pack up and move somewhere---BECAUSE I CAN.  I'm young, unattached, and open to uncertainty for the most part.  With the exception of going to college 10 hours away from my parents, I don't feel like I've ever really taken a risk (at least in my eyes) and done something huge to to broaden my horizons or really take me out of my comfort zone.  I want that.  I want to be able to look back and say I did something like that.  Because sometimes I feel like time is just slipping through my fingers and it kills me.

However, the other side of this is the fact that I love my city.  Like love it.  I love the life I've created here-- the friends that keep me sane, my parents being close, and all that sweet Nashville has to offer--and sometimes even the thought of leaving that makes me emotional.  


So tell me, do you ever feel this way?  Have you packed up and gone somewhere or taken a risk that was life-changing?  Please share!  I sure would love to hear your stories.

Photo courtesy of World Gallery

signs that you should go back to bed

When I poured hot coffee over my tea bag instead of hot water this morning, and then immediately proceeded to fall into the toilet after the lid was left up, I really should have known (or at least suspected!) that today might have ended up being a rather stressful day.  The way I see it though?  It was a total Monday and I got it over with early in the week.  Cheers to tomorrow and a short week ahead!

PS- happiest birthday to my sweet mother (below) today!  She's the best one around.

cozy

It's always hilarious to me just how much of a homebody I turn into once the holiday season hits, lasting until about mid-March.  But how can you really blame me when my house feels this cozy?

nap time

Sometimes, a Saturday afternoon nap with a sweet, furry monster is absolutely necessary.