Friday, July 25, 2014

and it's nice to be alive

(Duck, Duck, Goose @ Block 16 Omaha, little puffs of cuteness, Sunday cuddles, eCreamery's banana gelato)

And with that, I am finally home. I've been back in the U.S. for nearly two months, but I only feel as though I'm finally settled now that our plane from Los Angeles has landed. In the weeks I've been stateside, it's been a constant go-go-go. Denver to Fort Collins to Sidney to Omaha back to Sidney back to Omaha to Los Angeles with work, door-knocking for extra cash, and playing catch-up with friends in between. 

And suddenly it's August. August. I start school in a month and a day. I blow out 21 candles in a little over three weeks. So even though I'm not sure how or when this summer totally flew by, I'm happy. It's been a short one, but the season has been filled with all of my favorite things: evening grill-outs on the patio, afternoon iced coffee dates, long hours spent at the pool followed by sushi. 

I wrote my two L.A. posts the day after I returned, and then had some real trouble finding inspiration. Every time I sat down to type up a post, I couldn't do it. It wasn't that I didn't have anything to write about--I was going out to new restaurants, making lots of plans with friends, showing off the city to an out-of-town day guest. Then it all clicked: I was just too busy enjoying the summer sun and the people I was with to stop and take photos. I was too exhausted to sit down in the evening and recount what happened that day to my laptop. 

I adore blogging and I love sharing my most-loved bits of life with you. But it's also nice to take a moment and just enjoy life for the sake of simply enjoying life. What are you loving about life these days? 

(Because in addition to enjoying, well, everything, I am very much so enjoying my new favorite X-Ray specs that are never EVER leaving my face). 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

the land

"Well, I've been to DisneyWorld, and I've been to California Adventure, but I've never actually been to DisneyLand." 
What. I was confused as to how a boy who has visited Southern California no less than three times in his life (once specifically to Disneyland with his high school band...or is that some nerdy secret I was supposed to keep?) had never done a day or two at The Land. I mean, that place is essentially my childhood and dreams and greatest secret fantasies all come true (the castle! the tchotchkes! the soft pretzels!). Being the benevolent and caring girlfriend I am, I made it my mission to make sure the boy didn't miss out on the best part of childhood and took him to Disneyland.

Monday, July 21, 2014

beachy bbq

Apologies for the minor MIA this week. If you follow me on instagram, you may have noticed I snapped a picture in a pretty conspicuous space and if you put the pieces together, you'll have figured out that the boy and I took a quick trip to Los Angeles. 

Friday, July 11, 2014


One hazy Saturday morning, the boy and I decided we needed something just a tad more nourishing for breakfast than yesterdays Dunkin' Donuts. The kind of nourishing that is hot, greasy, and cooked exclusively with margarine. Enter: 11 Worth Cafe. 

Much to your surprise, I'm sure, I'm not much of a breakfast foods person. But I just can't say no to a diner. The mustier the better, in my book. I like my linoleum checkered and my waitresses surly. So when Brendan mentioned he had been introduced to a wondrous, delicious, artifact of a diner mere minutes away from our house, I essentially forced him to take me. 
I'd go so far as to say 11 Worth is an Omaha institution. Everyone from Midtown to Benson to Downtown has made a trip here at some point. And they all agree that 11 Worth is totally plate-licking good, but I think the portions are what keep folks coming back. Seriously. Heaping piles of fluffed eggs. Long, thick crackling slices of bacon. Endless cups of strong, black coffee. 

And for me? An extra large slice of apple pie, warm and sweet. 
I think I'll come back. 

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

a lack of stars

With such a low-key fourth this year, I didn't have any place to dress up in red, white, and blue. I (tried) to make up for my lack of patriotism with some stripes to the cinema, despite my star-lessness.

Monday, July 7, 2014

old love, old market

I had a coffee date with a friend on Thursday. Because I love downtown and because Samantha was on boyfriend pick-up duty downtown, our phones made plans to meet downtown for an afternoon catch up after a semester apart. Also because I love downtown (see: away in Ireland for five months; see: bored on a Thursday afternoon; see: why the hell not), I carved out some time for myself before our date to wander Omaha's Old Market. 

Monday, June 30, 2014

those summer nights

 Tell me more, tell me more...
I really don't like summer. I'm a fall/winter type of girl through and through. Summer is hot and sticky and I'm so clumsy my bruised legs have a much more positive reception when they are tights-clad. Summer has a few redeeming qualities though, such as the Sonic pretzel dogs, massive thunderstorms, and especially, warm nights. 

In Omaha, after an afternoon round of heavy clouds and rain, the setting sun creates the most beautiful colors in the sky. My favorite summertime tradition is to grill up some salmon, whip together a fresh salad with ingredients from Sunday's farmer's market run, and dine al fresco on our patio. Finish up the night with some puppy play time and a massive, sticky s'more (marshmallows burned to a total crisp, of course), and I'm almost wishing the season would last forever. 
Particularly when one fast-fingered boy nabs one of the million fireflies that glitter in the tall grass of our backyard. 

What are some of your favorite summer traditions?