>Spring Sprang…


…over the weekend. Too bad there’s a chance of snow flurries tomorrow – but I’m confident it’ll be back Tuesday!

Come on Spring!!

This goose was quite aggressive and scared me a little…

I mean, why not?

Look at those flowers!





My blogging skills are seriously slacking! Sorry about that, faithful readers.

Let’s see….

This year for Halloween I decided to forgo the usual opportunity to dress up like a harlet and get away with it, and instead zipped off to the mountains and one of my most favorite places, Asheville, NC. I love Asheville and miss those mountains in East TN and Western NC! And I caught the tail-end of the beautiful fall foliage.

You probably heard, the interstate at the TN/NC line is closed due to that huge rock slide (for the next three months!) so we took the scenic route through Hot Springs. Worth every extra minute (which wasn’t that many!) I’d almost rather take it even if the interstate is open, from now on.

Here’s the view from the overlook in Hot Springs, NC. Wow.

Me and the NC native.

At the Grove Park Inn for a sunset (which was non-existent – thanks rain) and a cocktail. This was post cocktail you can probably tell. I said “open your eyes!” and this is what I got.

Still a pretty amazing view from the Grove Park.

So I drove back from Asheville on Sunday, unpacked and repacked, and took off for D.C. Monday – Wednesday. Whoo! Was there for work, but got to do a little playing too. Always fun to visit our nation’s capitol and see where all the magic happens.

I even got to see my Lesley, who I haven’t seen in two years!! She works in this fun city, and I told her I don’t know how she does it – it’s overwhelming to little ol’ me!

Dinner at Legal Sea Foods.

Sunset at the Washington Monument.

Huge tourist dork.

I ran into the Obamas at the airport. Michelle got so excited she just started clapping. Funny how often that happens to me.
Barack said “do your best professional but gangsta pose.” Here we are.

The celebrity sightings kept on coming. Ok, it’s possible I was sleep deprived and someone should have taken my camera away.

Here’s to things slowing down in 2010 – but with no less adventures!! 🙂

>Cheeseburger (and Coronas, please) in Paradise

>I just got back from 5 wonderful days in Destin, FL – and I’m hating every minute of being back!! Ugh – it was such a wonderful time. Wonderful place, wonderful company, and just beautiful weather. Destin is more fun and more relaxing every time I go…which I think means I’m getting older, because I kept saying “there’s nobody here this time of year! It’s GREAT!” Ha.

I want to go back. If I disappear, you’ll know I’m on a yacht in the Gulf, because it was really, really tempting to just stay. (of course, this yacht will be stolen, because I don’t plan on working if I live there.)

I had to work a few minutes on Thursday…luckily this was the view.
Daquiri at Fat Tuesday’s.
Camera lens was a liiiitle foggy 🙂

Sunset at the Harbor.

The Wiggins and I at the Lucky Snapper.

I sail in cowboy boots.

I was a lifeguard. Don’t you feel safe?

The bestests.


>Pioneer Woman

>I live in the great city of Nashville – Music City. Having come from Kingston, it’s a big city to me. Many would argue with you, if you said that though. Nashville really is a big city with a small town feel, and that’s probably why I’ve survived and thrived here over the past 5 years. I guess any city is what you make it, but it really does feel like home. I’ve always felt like I could go either way, too – the small town or the big city. And I love that.

I get the same butterflies in my stomach when I drive down I-40 and the Nashville skyline comes into view, as I do when I drive the opposite direction on I-40 and the Smoky Mountains come into view. It’s the same…but different. I think I could live on a farm and feed chickens just as easily as I could sit at a desk and crank out press releases. It’s a different uphoria – a different sense of accomplishment.

A few times ago when I was home at my parents house, I went into our old barn and kicked around a few dried up cow patties and climbed the ladder to the hay loft in the barn on Friday night…it gave me the same sense of pleasure, but different all at the same time, as sipping a specialty martini at the Acorn in Nashville. Seriously – and I love that about life, about my roots and about my Nashville.

There’s a blog I love reading – The Pioneer Woman. It’s how I satisy the daily internal pull of “I should have been a cowgirl.” I live vicariously through Ree Drummond. You should too. Great photography, great stories (wow, she’s a great writer), and great recipes.


Enjoy – and after reading if you by chance feel the urgent pull to move to a ranch somewhere in the Midwest and figure out this whole raising cattle thing, take me with you.