Walk and Talk

Went on a great walk this morning with my friend, Aniesa. Between the busyness that is life, we found some time to catch up, see some fall foliage, and grab some coffee. We walked around the neighborhood before picking up some pumpkin lattes. (I'm more of a plain latte kind of girl, but this just seemed so fitting -- and we both love a theme.) Then, we went along a nearby trail where Aniesa held my coffee so I could snap some fall pictures and we talked about life. I'm so grateful for this friendship -- Aniesa and I met in high school and kept in touch as we both traveled the world during and after college. (Thank goodness that the Internet was created before we began globetrotting! Granted, you had to pay by the minute in seedy "Internet Cafes", but at least email existed.)

And, while I know that their time in the States was just supposed to be a stopover on the way to more exotic places, I'm so glad I've had this time with them the past couple of years! Wherever they are headed next, whenever that may be, they should plan on having some house guests . . .

tbt - Jumping Pics

Steph and I invented jumping pics. Truth. This was from 2006. Who knew how to jump and catch that moment in [digital] film before 2006? That's right -- no one.

That was an epic trip across the country to Oregon. Here we are on Mary's Peak in Corvallis. Steph found a tree stump and we put our automatic timer (and legs) to work. As we traveled around that Pacific Northwest state we stopped at pretty much every overlook along the coast and took pictures at each one. Love that girl. Loved that trip.

(Hey, when are we traveling again?? I'm sure the "where" we can make up as we go . . .)

Orange you happy to wear a scarf?

When I was little, my school had a "Career Day" where all the kids dressed up as what they wanted to be when they grow up. I dressed up as a teacher. Basically, this meant wearing a long skirt of my mom's, a blouse, and a silk scarf tied around my neck. That's probably how my scarf-wearing started, although there was a long break between second grade and adulthood. But, once I entered the classroom as a teacher, those scarves were back on! (Classrooms, like office buildings, don't always have the best heat/AC.) Even though I'm no longer teaching, it seems I have yet to abandon the scarf. This one was a gift from my dad and has been safely living in its orange box -- until now. I never wore this one while teaching -- can you imagine first grade fingers on Hermes?!