That Moment...

When you are too lazy to close the storm windows to turn on the a/c...

Yet keep complaining to no one within earshot, "It's too darn hot in here."

Everywhere You Look

After living the good life in Napa, we had a transition day to travel through Sonoma, down the coast and into San Francisco. 

Artesa Vineyards. If you go, I highly suggesting grabbing a glass of vino and sitting on the patio to enjoy this view.

We grabbed lunch at The Girl and the Fig (delish), and made our way over to Petaluma. It's pretty difficult for me to get wine-d out, but not everyone has an affection for fermented grapes like me, so we moved on to beer. 

Well, This Doesn't Succulent

So last year, I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and a cardigan. Okay, that's not really the whole truth. I hopped walked off a plane at LAX SFO with a dream deep chest cold and a cardigan scarf. See why it's more fun to bend the truth sometimes?
No but really, last year, I went to San Fran and Wine Country with my friend Adrienne and absolutely fell in love. So, when the Chilhowee gang was trying to plan a little getaway and NWCA was brought up, I gave it two giant thumbs up.
We were all arriving on Wednesday at different times, so made plans to set off to Napa early Thursday morning.

Walking to the plane in Branson

Happy Dad's Day Ronnie!

Everyone always questions me when I call my parents by their firsts names. I don't know when it started but here are my thoughts on why:

• When I was little my dad called his dad Raymond, so I just thought when you became an adult, you called your parents by their first name.
• My mom's name is Brenda Kay, and 'Hey, Brenda Kay!' had a nice little rhyme to it.
• When you say Mom or Dad either 20 parents turn and look at you or no parents turn to look at you, so using their given name was more efficient.
• All my friends call my dad Ronnie, or Captain Ron... so it just stuck. 

Whatever the name... Happy Father's Day to one heck of a dad who probably gives the best advice out there. If you've never had a talkin' to from Ronnie, you just ain't livin' right. Love you Dad.

Did We Just Become Best Friends?

In the summer of 1981, four babies were born within a month of each other in a town of about 300 people. Their parents must have thought thought it was pretty great to raise babies together because less than two years later, all four had younger siblings born within three months of each other. One of those sweet babies was me. I was literally born into built-in friendships.

Follow the doodles for relations.

A Look at the Past Decade

I made this infographic at http://piktochart.com/. Super fun. Have at it.