San Francisco Part 3

The last time I posted I showcased an outfit I wore to a very unique place.

Today, I’d like to share what my post “through the garden” was all about.

The Japanese Tea Garden.

Now, I know a thing or two about culture. There is beauty in tradition, customs, and belief’s. I’m proud of where I’m from. Yet, I always marvel at other cultures. I know it might not seem like too much to awe about and maybe I’m being a little ignorant, but my visit to the Japanese Tea Garden filled me with wonder. By wonder I mean, admiration at the Japanese culture, their surroundings, and their history. It’s rich. It’s vibrant. It’s fascinating.

The garden was filled with beautiful trees and landscapes, stone lanterns, and structures that literally made me feel as if I was in another world. There was a certain peace and tranquility to this area. This took me to meditate on life.

I’ve been doing that a lot lately… pondering. I’m just lucky I was able to see this garden and even more so that I have these images to help remind me of where I’ve been.

As always.



San Francisco Part 2

Not for lack of trying, but lately I’ve been in a weird funk. The main reason is because quiet frankly I’ve been such a busy bee. It’s been exhausting at times and more often than not I find myself uninspired by life. It goes without saying, but I need a slow me down. Fast.

Today, as I was sitting and contemplating life, I realized that inspiration is all around me. This said inspiration comes within my students, my athletes, my boyfriend, Jesus, my clothes and makeup, but also from nature. It wasn’t until I had some downtime to blog again that I realized that while I was in San Francisco, my main enthusiasm came from the outdoors. It was right then and there, as evident as could be, that I found inspiration at Muir Redwood Park.

I have the pictures to prove it.

When I first bought my DSLR I obviously wanted to kick start this blog and post about clothes and makeup, but in reality all I took pictures of were leaves, flowers, and bark. My sudden interest with Mother Nature came with how the outdoor made me feel. I was connected with all things living and breathing, altering, transforming, and generating a sense of peace with the fresh air. From the water painted skies, to the cool dirt, to the rough bark, to the simplicity and texture of a single flower; I loved to capture nature in all it’s poetic forms.

So when my friend took me this park, my heart immediately fluttered. It was a warm day, but cool in the shadow areas. It was perfect to see the dew from the bark. It was perfect enough to marvel at the height and power of these trees. Figures I’d never seen before. The red reminded me of clay, but the texture was fine and structured. The sound of the flowing water in the rivers that surrounded these giants eased my worries. I was literally transformed into a world where relaxing wasn’t a chore. And the tiny sparkles of green added a colorful dimension that filled the area with life.

For many this park was simply just that, but for me it was an escape, a treasure that filled my emptiness and desire to find my lacking inspiration.


San Francisco Part 1

I know I had promised that I’d be a more frequent blogger. I have been failing at it for the past week and in a half. I’m sorry. I’ve just been extremely busy getting back into the swing of things post Spring Break. I’ve had new classes and new students; quarter four is going to be a up hill battle, but hey summer is right around the corner.

Anyway, let’s back track to Spring Break and my trip to San Francisco to visit my lovely friend who moved there this past September. Life without her has been a constant adjustment. I miss driving over to see her when I needed a listener or to share a wine bottle. I took it upon myself to travel to see her and it was the best thing. We didn’t do a lot of “fancy” things. She did give me however the tourist treatment. We shopped, we talked, we ate, and we walked a lot.

During the next couple of days, I’m going to share with you all some, if not all, of the things I did in San Francisco.

Day 1: Pier 39. I landed in San Francisco at about noon on Sunday. It was cool and sunny while I was there. It was nothing compared to harsh and windy Kansas weather. Cheli took me to this boardwalk where I got to eat and browse local shops. It was absolutely breathtaking to see the pier and the life it brings to the city. For example, the sea lions laying out totally gave me the feels. I could have watched them for hours. For a Kansas girl, these types of spectacles, are just too much handle. So bear with me as I turn a lot of nothing into something.

Happy weekend, I’ll see ya’ll on Monday. I promise to post again then. As always.


Love in the Snow


December was an important month for Micah and I, not only because it marked month 8 for us, but because our relationship took a turn. Since day one, we’ve been seriously in love, and each day, week, and month I grow more in love with him. What’s even better is that I feel Micah feels the same way.

For Christmas, he gifted me a ski trip. I was jumping for joy when he told all about it.

Now don’t be surprised when I tell you that this trip wasn’t at all what I was expecting. Don’t get me wrong, I had the time of my life, but it wasn’t all snow angels. In the beginning I was having fun, I was hopeful, and I was eager to learn. Micah was the best teacher I could have ever asked for. However, as quick as I was to learn to ski, as quick as I was to fall–not once–but 10 times. Falling was hard, but what was even harder was getting back up. The falls not only hurt my body, but also my pride.

Micah was as loving as ever, he helped my spirits, and lifted me up (literally). I know I’m making it worse than it actually was and trust me, I laughed at myself every chance I got. I mean just picturing how ridiculous I must have looked, make me laugh out loud.

But then I got tired, wet, cold, and right out worn out. The last run wasn’t nearly has fun because I got myself into a tiny situation. I fell hard and couldn’t pick myself up because my entire body was dead at this point. I stopped right in the middle of the hill. Panic entered my body. Micah was at the bottom looking up, watching me, waiting for me to get up and continue. Except I didn’t.

Because I was in the middle of the hill, I had to quickly pick up my unattached ski and head for the tree, except that was the worst idea I could have ever had. I landed in deep snow and sunk. Like quick sand. So I panicked. I attempted to grab onto a tree to pull myself up, but nothing. So I cried. As Micah approached, I sunk myself further into the snow. He tried to pulled me up, but for some reason, I panicked even more. He stayed still and just stared at this woman, he thought he knew, but couldn’t really recognize. I felt like a fool. But, I couldn’t help it. So I uttered the words, “I’ll walk down.” Micah said, “are you serious?” And that’s when I lost it because the tone in his voice was a mixture of sad and utter disappointment. What he thought of me was all of sudden more important than how I ridiculous I looked and felt.

Determined to make it through I, I got up, and when I did, boom –I ate snow– I looked up at Micah, ashamed, but he laughed and I couldn’t help but laugh either.

“Was that a psychological breakdown you just had?” He asked.  I suppose I did have a meltdown. But, let me tell you, that meltdown made me stronger (mentally) and my relationship grew more. That little tiff, although embarrassing, helped draw me closer to my love.

Sometimes, in a relationship, meltdowns need to happen. Sometimes it’s important for your significant other to really know who you are. That’s what makes it real. That’s what makes relationships worth while. That’s what makes love grow. Micah holding my hand and looking me right in the face with tender love made me realize that I’m right where I need to be.

Now, I probably don’t need to have meltdown all the time, but when and if I do, I know Micah will love me, regardless.

The video features my new GoPro, I hope you enjoy how much I fun I had. It also captures so fun wipe out moments.

I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! As always.