CHEERS...

... to Old Navy for selling me the pair of jeans that I have been searching high and low for for 10 years (and at a VERY reasonable price, I might add) !! They sit on my hips in the perfect spot - not so high I feel like I am wearing a corset, and not so low I moon the poor innocent public when I sit down. They frame my bum just perfectly. And most importantly, they are the perfect amount of lazy-weekend-hang-out comfy.

In fact, I may have found my new "I don't have a job" uniform. So long, comfy purple fleece pajama pants, HELLO COMFY BOY-CUT OLD NAVY DENIM!!

Today I'm loving...

1. oatmeal cookies. Mmmmm.

2. that we finally figured out how to get our fireplace to work without smoking ourselves out of our apartment.

3. (and what I'm loving most) that I got this fabulous little work of art in the mail today from my two-year-old niece! LOVE IT! I am inspired.

There he sits...

...rockin' out on his Jay Turser, totally engrossed in his music and looking oh-so-sexy. And I can't believe I am married to him, this sensitive, loving, number-crunching, guitar-playing hottie. How did I get to be so blessed?

about that time...

Holy smokes, Batman! Only three weeks left until Thanksgiving!

So yesterday and last night it DUMPED snow in the mountains. And lucky me, just two days ago I got my new snowboarding boots in the mail. Just in time! That means this weekend I get to learn how to wax my brand-spankin'-new board, and then we'll be good to go!

Gosh, I almost make it sound like I'm not terrified of snowboarding on an actual mountain. Me being the Mid-Western girl who lived as far as anyone can from a mountain range. I've been snowboarding TWO whole times in my life, and let me tell you, it was not on a mountain. In fact I believe it was on, and I'm not joking here, an old landfill that was covered with dirt and made into a ski hill! Lets just say the reality of snowboarding at a real, live Rocky Mountain ski resort has only given me high blood pressure and chest pains once or twice... It's gonna' be GREAT!!

in 20 years I'm going to love this...

"So, just how old are you, Becca?"

"I turned 24 a couple weeks ago."

"Oh my gosh! Really!?! I have a sixteen-year-old daughter that looks older than you!"

"Mmm... well isn't that special."