Friday's Letters

{Middle of Nowhere, Montana}

Dear travel bug: I hope to satisfy you soon. I'm sorry I torture you with hours of stalking researching travel blogs and websites. Maybe a little weekend getaway to NYC or Philly will satiate you a little?

Dear Chipotle: I wish your burrito bowls were not so addicting. Honestly, I could eat one every day for the rest of my life and be happy.

Dear rain and traffic: You made for a very long drive this evening. One good thing about driving a stick is that I feel like my legs get a little bit of a work out during Friday rush hour.

Dear future house/condo: I know you're out there somewhere. I'm just taking my time and waiting until I have that feeling. You know, when you know something/someone is the "one." I am also applying this theory to the dating world.

Dear hair: I'm sorry I never embraced your wild and frizzy wave before 6 months ago. My new favorite thing is not spending 45 minutes attempting to tame you each morning.

Dear new {and old} followers: Thanks so much for your always sweet comments! I love reading them! Thanks for joining me :)

It's OK...

It's OK...

{Via}

...to be tucked into bed by 7:30 at night during the week. It's not your fault you need 9384349 hours of sleep each night.

...that your room looks like your closet (plus the guest room closet, plus the clothes in the makeshift closet in your basement) erupted for days on end. Summer to fall transitions are not easy. Not easy at all.

...to look forward to a weekend of nothing by organizing (read: cleaning up the clothes bomb), dusting, vacuuming, and OSU football.

...to put yourself out there and do things outside of your comfort zone. It always almost turns out to be a good idea and great experience.

...that breakfast this week has been a few handfuls of candy corn pumpkins.


Thanks, Neely and Amber for hosting such a fun linkup!

Ghost Town

Since Halloween has taken over Target and grocery stores, I figured I'd share my recent visit to a real life ghost town. While in Montana last month, my mother and I ventured through the wilderness to visit Garnet. Situated up in the mountains outside of Missoula, it is settled in a picturesque clearing that makes for a fun little day trip. The view driving up to the town itself is worth the drive!

{How cute is my Mom?}

    

Dear Friday

{Wychmere Harbor}

Dear Friday: Thank you for allowing me to take a breath and catch up with life. I am having the best day with one of my dearest friends.

Dear comfy bed: Thank you for keeping me cozy on this chilly morning. I greatly enjoyed spending some extended time with you today. 

Dear outlet malls: I need to learn to stay away from you. However, I can't wait to rock my new sweater skirt and clutch.

Dear weather: I did not prepare well for you this weekend. I needed to bring a jacket with me? Oops..

Dear Ellen: I love that at the end of your show, you always remind us to be kind to each other. Sometimes we are caught up in the trials of the day, and it's easy to forget how we might be impacting others.

Dear new and old friends: Thanks for following my little blog! Your sweet comments have made my week!

It's OK Thursday: Get Me Outta Here

 Thursday = Friday for me! 
Amen, Hallelujah, Praise the Lord! I have been waiting for this for two weeks! Let the relaxation begin!

Linking up with Amber and Neely today :)

It's OK...

...that you can't remember what day it is. But it's a bonus when you realize it's not Wednesday, it's really Thursday (and remember, Thursday=Friday this week)!

...that your favorite way to fall asleep is listening to the rain.

...to almost shed a tear when your favorite yoga pants get a tear right across the keister. It's also OK to spend a good 30 minutes trying to think of ways to save them before you realize it's a lost cause.

...to be sick and tired of political ads on TV. Running the same ad twice during every commercial break does not a happy viewer make. Especially when you don't care for either candidate.

...to decide you don't really need to take your makeup off at night and wake up looking like a raccoon.

...to feel that it's completely necessary to wear a scarf with every outfit - it is fall after all.

...that instead of doing your hair and picking out something to wear in the morning, you feel it's vital to check every form of social media/news you have on your phone. This never results in last minute panic and frizzy hair (<-- lies).

Happy Thursday! :)

Gone to the Wolves

While on our western adventure, Mom and I had the pleasure of spending a night at a B&B in between Bozeman and Livingston, Montana called the Howlers Inn. 

Interesting name, you think? Well, this is not your typical bed and breakfast. Howlers Inn also serves as a wolf sanctuary that has two resident wolf packs on site. The innkeepers take in wolves that have been abandoned, orphaned or otherwise would not be able to survive in the wild. It was so interesting to see the dynamics of the packs - the Alpha male kept a close eye on me when I ventured near the enclosure. He was also the one to come the closest and kept his yellow eyes on me constantly.

This was the first time I'd been to a B&B, and I enjoyed every second of it! The innkeepers made you feel like a part of their family and made the most delicious breakfast! It was a great alternative to staying in the normal hotel Mom and I would have booked. It also boasted the most incredible view of the mountains and valleys! If you ever venture out to Yellowstone, this place is a great find!

Have you ever stayed at a unique B&B? I'd love to hear any recommendations!

Chatham

I find myself dreaming of the Cape lately. It's been a few weeks since I've been down there, and I am anxious to enjoy the last days of summer and early days of fall. After Labor Day, the Cape completely clears out - traffic that binds up the roads for hours on summer weekends is non-existant, fried seafood restaurants don't have an hour wait, and the beaches are blissfully peaceful.

Chatham is the ultimate Cape Cod stereotype. Super preppy, beachfront mansions, the whole nine-yards. It's a town full of old-time charm, and I love it. I have spent many a day wandering the streets and beaches.

I think my favorite part of Chatham is the lighthouse. My great aunt Betty, who was like a grandmother to me, lived in Chatham when I was growing up. Every year we would go visit her while at the Cape, and my Mommy and Daddy would take my brother and I to see Chatham Light at night time. I was always in awe of the beautiful old house and tower that, so many times, has almost been a sacrifice to the hurricanes. It always amazed me that this one light was guiding ships from far away places to safe harbor. My little girl self would anxiously await our night-time trip to this favorite spot.

Thursday night, you can't come soon enough!

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