Nashville

This is the week, the one that happens every December, the one that I always tell myself that I’ll do differently next year but I never do. It’s the week before Christmas, which always seems to be busier than the week of Christmas.  Parties, people, events, high heels, big hair, sugar, wine, beer, money that…

Nashville – #10 Denver – #9 Apparently, I’m getting prettier. Also: woe to Memphis.

I’m a creature of habit, a woman of routine.  I take comfort in consistency.  I like knowing what is “for sure” and to be counted on.  When I show up somewhere, I want to be prepared, to know what to expect, to be ready. Are you like that? When you show up here on Fridays,…

In keeping with my track record of “don’t stay in one place for too long,” I’m flying to Nashville tonight for 10 days.  Josh & Meg are getting married next weekend, so I’m going to work with my wonderful co-workers at headquarters until then. “Headquarters” sounds so official.  I should mention that said “headquarters” houses…

Remember when I boldly proclaimed that I was going to walk 1,000 miles between Memorial Day and Labor Day? Well, then I went to Nashville, where being outside in the summer is the equivalent of being in utero without an umbilical cord.  Is that gross of me to say?  I don’t know – do YOU…

I was in Nashville last week, where, as a friend of mine said, it was “hotter than a three-balled tomcat.”  The heat in the South is truly, truly oppressive.  You don’t know what you have until it’s gone – and yes, I am referring to AIR. I am also referring to my car every time…

Good gracious. I am in Nashville, where I have been hit with humidity like a French kiss from the devil himself. Oddly, I don’t mind all that much.  Being with these people that I love has been so good for my soul.  I’ve overbooked myself (as usual), and am running a zillion miles an hour…

Now, you know I love me some Nashville, but two weeks is a long, long time to be away from home.  After 14 days of suitcase-living, I will board a plane tonight, and head westward back to Denver.  I am grateful for the time I’ve had here with my Tennessee family, but ready to get…

I’m alive!  I finished!  And I cut 9 minutes off my time from last year.  I’m glad that I did it, and glad that it’s over.  That just about sums it all up. I will never be one of those people who loves to run, or who is super fast – but I have an…

If I were to write a (very late) blog today, this is what it would say: 3 months of silence. Followed by 1 week of crazy. Beat.  Sapped.  Tired. But happy. Ate so much. Ran so fast. Didn’t really sleep. Got something I was hoping for. Love my friends gobs. And gobs and gobs. Like,…