welcome

I just finished my fourth 21 day superhero challenge. No sugar, no grains, no alcohol (read: no fun). Basically, paleo-ish because you can still have beans and butter. So if you see me in the next 48 hours, don’t forget to tell me how good I look. 

I love doing these challenges because they feel a little bit like hitting the reset button on my life. I get organized and focused when I do them. I also get less social because who wants to go to happy hour when they can’t get a drink? Less happy hour = more work time. My body also just gets really tired after a few months of free-for-all eating, and I love getting back to the basics. 

I fly quite a bit. Probably just slightly more than the average person, and a lot less than someone who travels for work. I usually just miss the 25 flight mark that Southwest has as their first tier of benefits. I didn’t used to fly so much, but moving to Colorado changed all that.

In my 10 round trips per year, I’ve recognized some things that are true of every flight I take:

I heard recently that there are 50 people moving to Denver each day. While I’m not sure if this is 100% true, it sure does feel like it. Roads are busier, there are longer waits at restaurants, and the pot smoke cloud is thicker. 

In case you’re a potential new Denver resident, here is what you should know about living in Denver:

Texting has become a “thing” within my lifetime. When I was in high school, I had a Nextel that I called the Silver Brick because it was heavy and indestructible. Sure, I could use it like a walkie talkie, but texting? What was I, rich?! I sent maybe 10 texts total in high school. 

In college, I upgraded to a flip phone and then a slide-like one. I was texting long before touch screens. We would have to hit the “7” key four times to get to an “s.” The struggle was real, kids. As I have literally grown up in the texting generation, I know a few things about it:

No, this is not my attempt at a “fashion” post. (Although I do make an excellent headless model.) But cardigans are kind of my jam. And the post felt incomplete without a little sampling.

I counted my cardigans once. There were more than 30. I have a confession: I’m addicted. Every single time I go shopping, Travis asks the same question, “Did you buy a cardigan?” And approximately 72% of the time, I have to say yes. I can’t resist a deal and there’s nothing like a good out-of-season cardigan on sale.

When I told my sisters I was writing about What I Know About Cleaning, they all said, “Why? We know nothing about cleaning!” And after writing this, I’ve come to realize that they are right. But the things I do know about it are worth sharing. Join me in the insufferable pain that is cleaning, or perhaps explain to me in the comments about what exactly is the point of it.