A wild week of art and science. Asteroid and waist belts. Shooting stars and stars of the stage. (Whoa. this is working out brilliantly in writing) 

I'm on a quest to find the best k-cup. Call it ridiculous if you must, but this is a focused mission. I need the best cup-o-joe from my keurig. I neeeeed it.

There's so many bits of things to love in October. Fraggle bloody marys. Thoughts on moments of undistracted creativity. Real, sincere conversation. So. Much. Food. I added pounds in October. Knowledge lbs.

Whew. It's happening. Finally. Giving the Monthly XO-LP a go! #sendmoremail and help me save the USPS.

The riot of rhythm returned. I was on stage. With a tambourine. In a room full of the most amazing people. 120 days in this year became magical. Holy cow that night was awesome. (Oh and there's life lessons) 

40,000 walnuts lead to a flock of squirrels invading your lawn. Now that it's darker earlier and cooler in the morning, my coffee has less milk and I struggle to find my transitional outfits for Fall.  

My friends write blogs.  You should read them. A blog post about blogs. Why not.

A sweet farewell to summertime. The temps are still nearing 100, but with September comes a turn of the season. It was a warm, generous summer of firsts and decks and only one tomato.

Margaritas. Cabana Boys. Fishing. Rick James. They all fit together in a way that will make any sun worshiping cocktail sipper understand just why the trout bite in Wyoming. 

The #wyadventure was a big whoa. So many photos of meadows and mountains and trout. SO MANY. Brace yourself for a post of few words (although hilarious ones) and plenty of images. Whoa-ming. That's more like it.