Happy Wednesday, friends! I have officially been in California for one week, and I’m going to be honest with you … I’m getting a little homesick. I wonder if my dogs miss me as much as I miss them?
Anywho. This past week has been amazing and filled with yummy food and wonderful sights.
We still have two days left before we’re back home, but I wanted to go ahead and share one of my favorite places I visited during this adventure: The Anaheim Packing House.
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Greetings from California, friends!
I’m at a work conference in Anaheim this week, and next week the hubby is joining me out here and we’re heading to Los Angeles for vacation.
I’m still trying to adjust to the time change but want to share the handful of things I absolutely had to pack for 10 days on the left coast.
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We are about three months away from our wedding day and I feel like things are finally falling into place.
Which is great for my sanity and that of my soon-to-be husband.
I recently celebrated a promotion at work and the end of my first semester back in school — if you didn’t know, I am pursing a master’s degree — by ordering my wedding shoes: A pair of custom-made Chaco sandals.
From the moment Justin and I started planning our big day — before I had a dress or even a venue — I knew I would walk down the aisle with Chacos on my feet.
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As someone who often feels out of place in this big ol’ city of Charlotte, I talk a lot about my mountain roots. Let’s be honest, I miss Asheville and would probably move back there at the drop of a hat if the right opportunity came along.
Until then, though, I’ll be down here in the Queen City daydreaming of the rolling hills of Carolina and escaping on weekend getaways to my hometown when I am able.
This past weekend happened to be one of those special times. As I mentioned last year, Highland Brewing’s Cold Mountain Saturday has become somewhat of a tradition for Justin, myself, and two of our very best friends. If you follow me, you know that I am a North Carolina beer chaser. Therefore, when the holy grail of craft brews is released every winter, there is no way I am going to miss that celebration. Continue reading “Mountain weekends”
Whoever thought celebrating a birthday and traveling to New Orleans in back-to-back weeks was a good idea clearly was younger than 26. That person was probably in the prime of her 25th year and thinking she could easily keep up with all the parties, plane rides, and navigating a new city. Well, she was wrong. And that she is me.
March has been a wild month for this old girl. If you could see my Lilly Pulitzer agenda right now, you would ask me what in the hell was I thinking. This month is so scribbled over that, at this point, I can’t tell which events belong with which days. I’m not complaining, though. It’s good to be busy. Especially when you have things such as “Birthday,” “Best Friend Visits,” and “Leave for New Orleans” penciled on your calendar.
I guess you could say I brought all this upon myself, but I choose to place some blame on Justin and Emily (my best friend) because they love me enough to plan a party in my honor and then not tell me about said party. In the months leading up my birthday, it is possible that I mentioned on more than one occasion that I wanted a surprise party. I didn’t think anyone was listening to me. Again, I was wrong.
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People always ask me why I love Disney as much as I do. They also ask why I insist on going to Disney World as an adult when I don’t have children and why I want to go year after year. It never fails. I go ahead and brace myself for the questions when someone finds out that I’m obsessed with the D.
My love for Disney, well, Disney World, even rubbed off on Justin. How could it not when he’s hand-washing my Disney coffee mugs and waking up every few weeks to me walking around the house with Minnie Mouse ears on my head.
He was first exposed to WDW in 2013 when we went for my 23rd birthday. That trip could not have been better. I hadn’t been since I was probably 5 years old, and I was probably more excited at 23 than I was at 5. I mean, I got to eat lunch surrounded by my fellow princesses at Cinderella Castle on my actual birthday. What more could a grown woman want?
I kid you not, I knew Justin was the one for me when he looked at me on the plane ride home after that trip and started listing things he wanted to see/do “next time.” He had me at “when we come back.”
Continue reading “Yes, we’re going back to Disney World and this is why”