A History with Horses

Riding pic with Ralph Waldo Emerson quote

I started riding when I was 6 years old. I was that little girl obsessed with ponies, and my mom had a co-worker who had horses. That’s how I ended up starting lessons which formed a passion that still burns today.

I still remember my first lesson quite clearly. My trainer taught me how to lead a horse properly, the basics of grooming, a little bit about tacking up as well as the names of the equipment used, and some general equine anatomy. I didn’t get on that day, but it set the framework for learning horsemanship. I was in love from day 1.

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The Best Brunch Spots in Jacksonville

Mimosa Flight at Ovinte

In case you haven’t noticed lately, the brunch game in Jacksonville is strong. Brunch is one of my most favorite events, and I’m a very experienced bruncher. I have high expectations when it comes to the quality of the brunch menu offerings and orange juice to champagne ratio in my glass. Let’s be honest, it’s not brunch if there aren’t mimosas, so I’ve disqualified any restaurant that doesn’t serve them from this list (cause that’s just breakfast).

Without further adieu, here are my favorite places to get brunch in Jacksonville:

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When the Running Struggle is Real

Every relationship has it’s ups and downs. Whether it’s with our significant others, family members, friends, co-workers, pets, or our hobbies, relationships are cyclical in nature. My relationship with running has never been exempt from that. I’ve gone through periods where I had to drag myself out for every run kicking and screaming, and then I’d turn around a week later and have my mojo back.

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Woman’s Best Friend

In the middle of the night one very cold in January 2010, I was abruptly woken up by what I came to know as the unmistakable sound of my dog having a seizure. My ex and I jumped out of bed, and immediately rushed my beloved dachshund to the emergency vet. Confused and shocked, we left several hours later with a valiumed up pup and told to monitor his behavior. That was just the beginning.

Over the next five years, there were many, many seizures and late nights, vet visits, pills, and treatment options. But there were also countless amounts of snuggles, kisses, giggles, and love. I’ve always known the day would be a “when” not an “if,” and that it would come sooner rather than later.

Unfortunately that day came on Monday, March 23, 2015.

Knowing what I knew didn’t make it any easier. I always promised myself that as long as he was happy and healthy most days, then I’d do what I could to give him the best life I could. He probably would tell you that adopting Tally completely goes against that, but that’s just how boys treat their little sisters.

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He would probably also tell you that I’m the meanest, worst mommy ever because I found great amusement in embarrassing him through outfits.

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He was so mad at us that day. But it was just. so. funny.

The past week and a half, I’ve had so many friends, family, and loved ones reach out to me to share their condolences. There have been flowers, cards, notes, emails, texts, pizza, wine, and chocolates (I have amazing friends, y’all. Seriously. They’re the best). It’s been overwhelming and heartwarming to see how many people’s lives my sweet little weeniecake touched. I’m grateful for all of the years I had with him, for the joy and laughter he brought into my life, and for the comfort he provided in my times of need.

May he rest in peace.

A Weekend in Washington DC

A few weekends ago, I hopped on a flight to Washington, DC, for the weekend to visit a friend with the goal of eating and drinking our way through the town (I know you’d expect nothing less of me).  Red Wine Flight at Vino Volo JAX

I took a Thursday evening flight into Washington DC, and I was absolutely exhausted upon arrival. We headed to an Irish pub for a drink, but I was a party pooper who wanted her yoga pants.

After sleeping in, we started our Friday at Tortilla Coast on Capitol Hill for some of their amazing Bob Armstrong Dip and a pitcher of margaritas.

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Who cares that it was 40 degrees and raining? Not this girl.

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Semi-Homemade S’mores Brownies

Smores Brownies Sometimes I’m lazy.

Sometimes I don’t feel like making things from scratch.

Sometimes I bake goodies from a box. GASP!

But here’s the thing – I don’t ever follow the directions. I like to get all fancy with my boxes of brownie or cake mix. Some call it cheating, while I prefer to think of it as bake-hacking.

I actually haven’t spent a lot of time in the kitchen lately, so I had a baking itch. I wanted to bake something fun, but not so overwhelming that every dish in my kitchen would need washing in the process.

So S’mores Brownies it was… But from a box because lazy.

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