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| ::beautiful aspen trees:: |
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| :: rehearsal dinner:: |
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| ::outdoor yoga!:: |
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| ::hanging out before the ceremony:: |
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| ::love in its truest form:: |
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| ::reception!:: |
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I come bearing pictures.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
a thank you.
Hunter and my trip to Steamboat this past weekend was one that I will never, ever, EVER forget. And also one that I hope we will be talking about with Ryan and Lindsey for years to come. There isn't just one quick post I can write to do justice to the weekend, so instead I will write a (or several) virtual thank you card(s).
to the aspen trees, thank you for being on your game this weekend. between the drive from denver to steamboat, the trees surrounding the reception site, the trees hugging us during our outdoor morning yoga session, the trees waving me on during my trail run, the trees framing the bedroom window, and all throughout our long sunday afternoon drive. thank you, thank you, thank you for being so vibrant and alive with reds, oranges, yellows and a few lingering greens. to freshies for opening your doors to all the beautiful hearts so close to ryan and lindsey at the rehearsal dinner, thank you. the food, drinks, setting and atmosphere was spot on perfection. to the weather on saturday, september 22nd i wouldn't have asked for you in any other form than you were. to our morning outdoor yoga session there really was no better way to start the wedding day, so thank you. completely surrounded by hundreds of thousands of trees, the warm sunlight on our faces, the sounds of horses, birds and squirrels for days and not to mention the incredible energy that each and every person brought to the session { including lindsey's grandma and mom....swoon! } was unlike any other yoga session i've ever experienced. scratch that - unlike ANYTHING i've ever experienced. and how stunning did lindsey look?! srsly. to the mountain bike ride, hike and trail run thank you for providing each person their own version of outdoor serenity before the wedding chaos struck. actually, to the wedding chaos thank you for being absent the entire day. zero, zilch, nada. no bobby pin melt downs, no dress malfunctions, no nothin'. to the few hours we had with the bride and groom + wedding party before the ceremony thank you for letting us have some downtime with all these beautiful people before people started flooding in. those moments are some of my favorite moments of the entire weekend. to the before ceremony reception you set the mood for the entire ceremony, and for that i thank you x100. you gave all of the guests an opportunity to meet and get to know each other, you cut any last minute tension and you gave us a chance to further enjoy the aspen grove where ryan and linds exchanged their vows. to the bluegrass band you killed it. you absolutely killed it. to the wedding ceremony where. do. i. begin. the music, the whispering of the aspen leaves, the mismatched vintage fabric covering the hay-bales, the glow of the bridal party walking down knowing how fortunate they are to stand up there cheering on r&l, the stalker in the crowd with her cell phone in one hand, and camera in the other not wanting to miss a single moment { guilty }, the kleenex stuffed in h's pants pocket which came in darn good use, the impeccably hand written vows, the tears shed by all, the sweet vintage lace handkerchief grasped by the bride, the friends who were courageous enough to perform live one of the couple's favorite songs, to hunter's shoulder for being my resting place when the emotions were running far too high, to lindsey's beautiful grandma who spoke, the rings that were passed around the crowd to have each of us touch and send our energy into the rings, the staged people in the crowd who shouted out their favorite things about lindsey, the look on lindsey's face when she heard the wonderful things people had to say about her, the vintage bells we were given out to ring when they had their first kiss...you all fucking nailed it. to the walk through the trees hand in hand with my love on our way to the reception, thank you for letting us steal a few minutes of our own. to the bucket of kim crawford sauv blanc thank you for letting me love and hate you all at the exact same time. love you during the night, hate you come morning. to the absolutely delightfully delicious hors d'œuvre, you were star of the show for a solid 2 hours. yeah i'm lookin' at you curried buttnernut squash soup and brie pesto bruschetta. to the open bar, i have yet to form my opinion about you, but i think you are alright ;) however, to the gentleman serving the open bar, thank you for always having a glass of white wine, and beer ready when you saw h and i approach. to the floor to ceiling window walls facing the mountain, good gracious you were awesome. to the dinner with several vegan options, thank you for giving me yet another reason to love linds even more. to the live band, thank you for changing my mind on live music at weddings. i don't know how you did it, but you had the dance floor PACKED up until it was time to leave. to hunter and his dancing shoes, thank you for dancing with me all. night. long. you really, really are my most favorite dance partner. to my glass of white wine thank you for joining in on our dancing. you clearly thought we were having fun because you chose to jump up and dance out of my wine glass every now and again, too. i hope i didn't make you too dizzy when hunter was spinning me around and around and around, but you looked like you were having a blast. to my brand spankin' new outfit thank you for still looking cute with food spilled down you, wine spilled on ya, and scuffs on my boots. now whenever i look down and see those spots and scratches, i will be reminded of a night of pure bliss, joy and love...how can i be mad about that?! to the stars and clear sky, you painted a perfect canvas for dancing under. you really were lovely. to the visual of r&l walking back to their cabin hand in hand at the end of the night, i will never forget you. to the hot tub once we got back home, could there have been a more perfect way to end the day? no. no there wasn't.
Photos to come soon.
to the aspen trees, thank you for being on your game this weekend. between the drive from denver to steamboat, the trees surrounding the reception site, the trees hugging us during our outdoor morning yoga session, the trees waving me on during my trail run, the trees framing the bedroom window, and all throughout our long sunday afternoon drive. thank you, thank you, thank you for being so vibrant and alive with reds, oranges, yellows and a few lingering greens. to freshies for opening your doors to all the beautiful hearts so close to ryan and lindsey at the rehearsal dinner, thank you. the food, drinks, setting and atmosphere was spot on perfection. to the weather on saturday, september 22nd i wouldn't have asked for you in any other form than you were. to our morning outdoor yoga session there really was no better way to start the wedding day, so thank you. completely surrounded by hundreds of thousands of trees, the warm sunlight on our faces, the sounds of horses, birds and squirrels for days and not to mention the incredible energy that each and every person brought to the session { including lindsey's grandma and mom....swoon! } was unlike any other yoga session i've ever experienced. scratch that - unlike ANYTHING i've ever experienced. and how stunning did lindsey look?! srsly. to the mountain bike ride, hike and trail run thank you for providing each person their own version of outdoor serenity before the wedding chaos struck. actually, to the wedding chaos thank you for being absent the entire day. zero, zilch, nada. no bobby pin melt downs, no dress malfunctions, no nothin'. to the few hours we had with the bride and groom + wedding party before the ceremony thank you for letting us have some downtime with all these beautiful people before people started flooding in. those moments are some of my favorite moments of the entire weekend. to the before ceremony reception you set the mood for the entire ceremony, and for that i thank you x100. you gave all of the guests an opportunity to meet and get to know each other, you cut any last minute tension and you gave us a chance to further enjoy the aspen grove where ryan and linds exchanged their vows. to the bluegrass band you killed it. you absolutely killed it. to the wedding ceremony where. do. i. begin. the music, the whispering of the aspen leaves, the mismatched vintage fabric covering the hay-bales, the glow of the bridal party walking down knowing how fortunate they are to stand up there cheering on r&l, the stalker in the crowd with her cell phone in one hand, and camera in the other not wanting to miss a single moment { guilty }, the kleenex stuffed in h's pants pocket which came in darn good use, the impeccably hand written vows, the tears shed by all, the sweet vintage lace handkerchief grasped by the bride, the friends who were courageous enough to perform live one of the couple's favorite songs, to hunter's shoulder for being my resting place when the emotions were running far too high, to lindsey's beautiful grandma who spoke, the rings that were passed around the crowd to have each of us touch and send our energy into the rings, the staged people in the crowd who shouted out their favorite things about lindsey, the look on lindsey's face when she heard the wonderful things people had to say about her, the vintage bells we were given out to ring when they had their first kiss...you all fucking nailed it. to the walk through the trees hand in hand with my love on our way to the reception, thank you for letting us steal a few minutes of our own. to the bucket of kim crawford sauv blanc thank you for letting me love and hate you all at the exact same time. love you during the night, hate you come morning. to the absolutely delightfully delicious hors d'œuvre, you were star of the show for a solid 2 hours. yeah i'm lookin' at you curried buttnernut squash soup and brie pesto bruschetta. to the open bar, i have yet to form my opinion about you, but i think you are alright ;) however, to the gentleman serving the open bar, thank you for always having a glass of white wine, and beer ready when you saw h and i approach. to the floor to ceiling window walls facing the mountain, good gracious you were awesome. to the dinner with several vegan options, thank you for giving me yet another reason to love linds even more. to the live band, thank you for changing my mind on live music at weddings. i don't know how you did it, but you had the dance floor PACKED up until it was time to leave. to hunter and his dancing shoes, thank you for dancing with me all. night. long. you really, really are my most favorite dance partner. to my glass of white wine thank you for joining in on our dancing. you clearly thought we were having fun because you chose to jump up and dance out of my wine glass every now and again, too. i hope i didn't make you too dizzy when hunter was spinning me around and around and around, but you looked like you were having a blast. to my brand spankin' new outfit thank you for still looking cute with food spilled down you, wine spilled on ya, and scuffs on my boots. now whenever i look down and see those spots and scratches, i will be reminded of a night of pure bliss, joy and love...how can i be mad about that?! to the stars and clear sky, you painted a perfect canvas for dancing under. you really were lovely. to the visual of r&l walking back to their cabin hand in hand at the end of the night, i will never forget you. to the hot tub once we got back home, could there have been a more perfect way to end the day? no. no there wasn't.
Photos to come soon.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Livin' it.
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| ::via:: |
Now if you'll excuse me, I am off to finish packing, bust out a few hours of work and head to the hills to meet MY adventure partner! TGIF, Party People!
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Thank you Food Gods.
I was texting with Amie yesterday { weird, her and I texting all. day. long?! So rare. Not. } and we were discussing how if we lived closer she would hire me as her personal chef because of course I couldn't stop talking about the amazing recipes I've been trying lately and she of course asked me to send her tofu and quinoa recipes because she wants to cook with them more and I of course sent her 5+ of each, and this morning when I logged into my BlogLovin' I of course had THIS recipe in my feed.
Of course.
And of course when I was at the grocery on Sunday of course I bought a big and beautiful butternut squash with absolutely no recipe in mind for it and of course this was another post in my feed this morning.
Of course.
And of course I had mac and cheese on the brain after watching Eat This Not That on the Today Show yesterday and they had like a kabillion { 7 } servings of mac and cheese and of course I was thinking it looked good and of course I was mildly sad I couldn't just rush out to the store and pick up a box of Easy Mac and of course I have everything on hand to make that delicious Butternut Squash Mac & Cheeze.
Of course.
Thanks for listening.
Isn't it kinda fun to write a blog post and throw all the language and grammar caution to the wind? What's that? Oh it's just fun for me to type and not for you to read? Shame.
Of course.
And of course when I was at the grocery on Sunday of course I bought a big and beautiful butternut squash with absolutely no recipe in mind for it and of course this was another post in my feed this morning.
Of course.
And of course I had mac and cheese on the brain after watching Eat This Not That on the Today Show yesterday and they had like a kabillion { 7 } servings of mac and cheese and of course I was thinking it looked good and of course I was mildly sad I couldn't just rush out to the store and pick up a box of Easy Mac and of course I have everything on hand to make that delicious Butternut Squash Mac & Cheeze.
Of course.
Thanks for listening.
Isn't it kinda fun to write a blog post and throw all the language and grammar caution to the wind? What's that? Oh it's just fun for me to type and not for you to read? Shame.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Speaking of things that couldn't have come at a more perfect time:
Can I get an amen? And yes, bitch pass me the { vegan } ranch dressing!
Full dance card.
Warning: Whinny bitchy blogger behind the keyboard. Abandon current internet window and click on the always happy-go-lucky blogger with posts of sunshine and rainbows shooting out of their asses if not up for the task of seeing a not so happy-and-go-lucky Beth.
Lately it feels like my days has been consumed by events. Wake up, walk the dog, go to work, go to gym, cook dinner, work on freelance, sleep, repeat. I feel like I'm constantly asking myself the question of "What am I supposed to be doing now?" Working? Working out? Helping out friends? Unpacking? Cleaning? Catching up on phone calls with friends that have fallen to the wayside? Walking the dog? I've become utterly consumed with what I should be doing, and forgetting the things I want to be doing. Examples: I want to cozy up with a hot cup of tea and watch a chick flick while working on crocheting my blanket, but the should part of my brain takes over, and I spend another 3 hours behind the computer at home after 8 hours behind the computer during the day. I want to take a walk and explore my neighborhood, but will that be enough exercise? So, I do what I feel like I should do and go to the gym instead. I should focus on not spending carelessly so by virtue of that I bypass the cute teeny restaurants surrounding my house that I've been wanting to try for weeks now and spend the night eating at home.
Don't get me wrong. I love going to the gym. I love the ability to get creative and work on freelance. And if you don't know by now that I love cooking, you had best just close this window right meow. But I don't love feeling like I need to do that all the time.
Also, do you know that there has been 2 weekends since the end of July that I haven't packed up, set off and for at least one day of the weekend? I love weekend trips, I really, really, reallyreallyreally do. But what happened to the slow Saturday mornings of coffee and Food Network? Or going to bed super early to enjoy a good glass of wine and book? Trying to make plans like a simple Saturday morning brunch with friends has lately gotten my response of "Sorry, I'm out of town this weekend..." This past Saturday morning, I had a mild anxiety attack while folding my laundry thinking that I didn't have time to fold clothes and I needed to get to work on my computer. Follow that up with such a packed event evening on Saturday night, that I ended up breaking down, multiple times, to really anyone who would listen - and in this case it was poor Hunter.
What I'm trying to say I miss the simpler days, and I miss the slower days, and if I don't make a change to achieve a slower lifestyle I will continue down this path of breaking down and sobbing while brushing my teeth at Hunter's house. Do you know how embarrassing that is to look back on the next day? No bueno peeps. No. Bueno.
I was ventingbitching to Amie about it all this weekend and her exact advice?
Sounds like you need to cancel all plans for the week and sit home with a blanket, wine and watch reality tv all week. No lie.
She told me that Sunday morning, and let me show you what my Sunday night looked like:
And allow me to show you what my Monday night looked like:
And I can't wait to show you what my night tonight will look like.
I am walking the oh so very thin line of treating life as a business meeting and forgetting how to blow off steam by just having some good old fashioned f{u}cking fun. My idol Kris Carr posted this on Facebook last week and it couldn't have come at a better time.
Lately it feels like my days has been consumed by events. Wake up, walk the dog, go to work, go to gym, cook dinner, work on freelance, sleep, repeat. I feel like I'm constantly asking myself the question of "What am I supposed to be doing now?" Working? Working out? Helping out friends? Unpacking? Cleaning? Catching up on phone calls with friends that have fallen to the wayside? Walking the dog? I've become utterly consumed with what I should be doing, and forgetting the things I want to be doing. Examples: I want to cozy up with a hot cup of tea and watch a chick flick while working on crocheting my blanket, but the should part of my brain takes over, and I spend another 3 hours behind the computer at home after 8 hours behind the computer during the day. I want to take a walk and explore my neighborhood, but will that be enough exercise? So, I do what I feel like I should do and go to the gym instead. I should focus on not spending carelessly so by virtue of that I bypass the cute teeny restaurants surrounding my house that I've been wanting to try for weeks now and spend the night eating at home.
Don't get me wrong. I love going to the gym. I love the ability to get creative and work on freelance. And if you don't know by now that I love cooking, you had best just close this window right meow. But I don't love feeling like I need to do that all the time.
Also, do you know that there has been 2 weekends since the end of July that I haven't packed up, set off and for at least one day of the weekend? I love weekend trips, I really, really, reallyreallyreally do. But what happened to the slow Saturday mornings of coffee and Food Network? Or going to bed super early to enjoy a good glass of wine and book? Trying to make plans like a simple Saturday morning brunch with friends has lately gotten my response of "Sorry, I'm out of town this weekend..." This past Saturday morning, I had a mild anxiety attack while folding my laundry thinking that I didn't have time to fold clothes and I needed to get to work on my computer. Follow that up with such a packed event evening on Saturday night, that I ended up breaking down, multiple times, to really anyone who would listen - and in this case it was poor Hunter.
What I'm trying to say I miss the simpler days, and I miss the slower days, and if I don't make a change to achieve a slower lifestyle I will continue down this path of breaking down and sobbing while brushing my teeth at Hunter's house. Do you know how embarrassing that is to look back on the next day? No bueno peeps. No. Bueno.
I was venting
Sounds like you need to cancel all plans for the week and sit home with a blanket, wine and watch reality tv all week. No lie.
She told me that Sunday morning, and let me show you what my Sunday night looked like:
And allow me to show you what my Monday night looked like:
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| Not pictured: Blanket, wine + reality tv. |
I am walking the oh so very thin line of treating life as a business meeting and forgetting how to blow off steam by just having some good old fashioned f{u}cking fun. My idol Kris Carr posted this on Facebook last week and it couldn't have come at a better time.
Kris Carr
September 14 Amidst the KrisCarr.com website renovation extravaganza (Monday is the BIG reveal!), I've missed out on some precious zzzzs. No more! This weekend, I'm committed to giving my mind and body the eight hours of rest and repair it deserves.
How will YOU practice some self-care smarts this weekend? xo
Simply put; I'm not practicing self-care smarts and I most certainly am not focusing on rest and repair. Period, the end, discussion closed. { I prooooooobably could have just posted that and that alone while skipping the rant, but it felt WAY better getting it all off my chest. }
More posts of sunshine and rainbows tomorrow...I promise. Until then, I'll be buried under a blanket, with a good book, or good shit reality tv. I haven't decided which quite yet...
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