Tag: Musings

I’m not quite sure how to tell you this, so I’m just gonna come right out with it: I’m leaving Montana.

Oh you guys, where do I start? Well, with the truth I guess: last week was a rough one. I won’t bore you with the details (AKA I won’t complain about my life, since I’m the first to admit how blessed I am), but I had a couple of days where I just didn’t feel […]

Truth time: every year in March, I get sentimental. And since my wee Irish grandmother passed away nearly 18 months ago, I’m afraid that my heart feels a little more tender during this time of year. We all know what I’m talking about: St. Patrick’s Day.

Let’s all just take a moment to celebrate a few things: it’s been a fun winter, we’re starting to see glimpses of spring, the sun is shining and I’ve spent the entire week in one place: Missoula, Montana.

Oh hey guys, I didn’t see you there. Mainly because I’ve been missing…from the blog. But I have to tell you, it wasn’t intentional. It’s just that I’ve been out living. A lot. The last two weeks of my life have been filled with road trips, huckleberry delights, laughs, solid human beings and my ever-steady […]

You guys, I have to admit something to you: I like tattoos. And while I’m admitting things, I need to tell you something else: I’m deathly afraid of needles. While I’m sure you think I’m super tough based on how messy I like to keep my hair (hee hee), I’m actually quite the baby when it comes to things that hurt me. And as I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, those two things combined mean that this girl has zero tattoos.

You guys, I’m going to be straight with you: I’m a big baby. There are certain things that touch my heart and I sometimes feel like it will either burst or break. One such thing: Montana boys. I count myself lucky to know and love so many wonderful men. For my entire life I’ve been […]

This year, our sweet Montana girl celebrates 125 years a a state. And I don’t know about you, but I think she looks pretty gorgeous for her age. Plus, you really can’t catch her on a bad day. Let’s be honest: Not all of us can say that we look as good as Montana first thing in the morning. I, for one, wake up looking a little bit rough and usually have a messy, blond mohwak on top of my head. How does Montana look in the morning? Well, she wakes up looking like this…

Do you ever have those moments when you realize that you are totally head over heels in love with something? I have. And the fact of the matter is that right now, at this moment, I don’t think I could be more in love with Montana. While I realize that I’m totally partial to Big Sky Country, […]

I love St. Patrick’s Day. Not because it means that I can wear ridiculous shamrock-covered ensembles or freely pinch people who are not wearing green, but because of the nostalgia it brings to my heart. Whether you’re of actual Irish descent or if drinking Guinness is as Irish as you’ll ever be, the fact of […]