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December Magic

December is magic.



Pretty lights and date nights and I love him.


Festive mannequins



Friends and wine on the lake and more pretty lights


Work is also play and my job gifted me with a GoPro to work and play with.


Being an event blogger means I get to do fun things like cover a Broadway musical. (Unintentionally matching with gal pal is also fun)


New neighbour friends who bring over Christmas treats to couple’s game night


Drinking while shopping is grand. (The fake plants did a great job of camouflaging my raspberry champagne goodness)


Robe chillin’ with my main girl. (Um. Also, do you see all of the lovely lights back there?)

December is always one of my favorite months as the perfect combination of friends and family and festivities give me all of the happy feelings. And let’s not forget all of the pretty lights.

Feeling Strong and Stuff

The past couple of months have gone by in a haze of craziness, a little bit of stressfulness and a whole lot of happiness.


Where to start?

In October, I ran my second half marathon and partied in a museum.

I renewed vows with my husband of five years at a cheesy little chapel in Vegas and drank pumpkin beer up in the mountains of Nevada.



On top of my full time job, I freelanced as a social media rep for a Mexican restaurant branch and got my first (literal) taste of what it’s like to be paid to eat things and attend fun food events. At one of these events a complete stranger all but made out with my cheek and at another I watched a real life jimador harvest an agave plant. It’s all about those new experiences, y’all.




I spent Halloween dressing my daughter up like a pumpkin and later having a fabulous time at a work friend’s place. When I asked this friend if I could bring a gal pal along to his party his response went something like, “Yes! The less gay men, the better. Well, not the less gay men, but the more other people with all of us gay men, the better.” The people in my life are the greatest.




In November, I organized a group for and ran Race for the Cure with work buddies. I also had the opportunity to help give away a car to a very happy and deserving family. It still sometimes baffles me that I get paid to do stuff like this.


I’m in a good place to start 2015. Professionally, I am learning and growing. Socially, I am surrounded by lovely people that I am pretty fond of. I’ve found a good balance between mommy-hood and my adventures and goals, and I feel fulfilled within all of these roles. I ran 13.1 miles after having a baby six months prior, and unlike my first half marathon, I didn’t throw up or even feel like barfing at the end. I felt awesome and strong. I’m proud of that.

I hope it isn’t too vain of me to say that I’m feeling just a little bit like superwoman this year. Because I’m feeling just a little bit like superwoman this year.

Thanksgiving 2014. I’m really thankful, guys.

I had the most wonderful Thanksgiving week surrounded by my big, crazy, lovely family.


Here’s what went down, in no particular order:


 Pumpkin spice coffee, a good book and the Macy’s Day Parade. Impromptu cousin dance parties. Celebrating my Grandma’s 70th birthday party at a little Italian joint the night before Thanksgiving. The family taking turns giving toasts to this incredible lady, most of us simultaneously crying and laughing throughout this process.


Making parodies about pie. Cousin secrets. EATING ALL OF THE FOOD. Braving the Black Friday crowd to make a late night Starbucks run with the girls.



Hanging out with horses and my little sister, aka the exact replica of my six-year-old self. My aunt said she recently walked into a room, seeing Kaylee in her new glasses for the first time and her immediate reaction was “Tina?!?” She was so caught off guard by the uncanny resemblance that for a split second, she thought my little sister was a younger me. It’s pretty cool that together she and I have the superpower to transport people back to 1995.


Realizing, for the first time, that my daughter crinkles her nose when smiling really big, just like I do. My heart turning into a big goop of mushy love. Seriously y’all, there is nothing else in the world that makes my entire being explode with overwhelming joy like my own little person grinning at me.




Weekend away at the in-laws. Intense games of dominoes. Small town boutique shopping with my mom-in-law. One of said shops offering free wine to browse with. ALL OF THE FESTIVE HOLIDAY THINGS. A starless night turning plans of stargazing into moments of cloud-gazing with my dude. The mixture of a bonfire, wine, loved ones, and the outdoor view of a lit up indoor Christmas tree filling me with happy, fuzzy feelings. Boudreaux family selfies.


Having such a big family has always been something I’ve loved and have been grateful for. The past few years I’ve just become even more appreciative. A few summers back, my best friend and I were traveling together when I was telling her a story about a recent Cirotto getaway. I was a little taken aback when she admitted envying me for this family. It was the first time I really realized that not everybody has this. Not everyone has a humongous, hilarious, wonderful, wild tribe to call their own. I started to fully understand in that moment how very blessed I am. I get to be a part of a bigger something that is not only a part of me, but that has helped shape me into the person that I am today. I was born with a built-in support system, strong and unwavering and beautifully imperfect. On both sides of my family, I have the chance to share holidays and memories and life with a group of people who love and know and drive me insane in the best way possible. Who have seen me in diapers, in a wedding gown, in a cap and gown and in various states of complete hysteria, like the time I manically ran through my neighborhood, with high hopes of catching and then murdering my brother. (Who had shot me with a water gun on a good hair day.) Somehow I even got lucky enough to marry into another clan full of even more unconditional love and craziness. I couldn’t imagine my life without any of them. And I am so incredibly thankful.

(Pst. If you’re wondering what it’s like to share the holiday season with me…..)

Perspective And A Photo Shoot


The older I get, the more I realize that life is so much about perspective. I can be in the worst mood one day and high on life the next, and the only thing that has changed at all is my attitude. So I’ve learned and am still learning to continuously choose joy. To dance while vacuuming and to get childishly excited about smores and cold weather and Christmas. To write bad poetry. To read books that make me feel things. To go on romantic dates with gal pals. To start wearing skinny jeans at twenty-five because, hey, I feel sexy in ‘em. To lip sync to “Shake It Off” (And okay, most of the new T-Swift album) with a spoon as my microphone while I make dinner, whilst my 7-month-old stares at me as if I am strange but also somewhat amusing. To create a running commentary with my husband regarding the characters on Baby TV. To allow myself the occasional bout of utter despair, because being present with my current emotions makes for an overall happier me. To spend money on travel instead of shoes, because 1. I can’t walk in heels and 2. Anything tangible rarely competes with the complete wonder of expanding horizons. To try every new thing I can get my hands on and to buy a comfy sweater with a giant heart on it. To do things I am passionate about, because passion helps a positive perspective grow. And to always browse the wine aisle for an extra moment, even though I already have a bottle in mind. You never know what you’ll find if you keep an open mind.

As a side note, these photos are from my most recent shoot. It’s one of my favorites to date, so thought I’d share with y’all.

Photo Credit: J Antonio Images


For the Love of Local Adventures

I worried when I first became pregnant that I would no longer be able to travel as much as I wanted to. I’m learning that most of my anxieties turn out to be unwarranted ones. Not only have I been able to travel frequently both while pregnant and with a little one, but I’ve also found a new love for adventuring locally. Whether five hundred or five miles down the road, I feel blissful as long as I’m in a new place with a good book and the smell of morning coffee. Add some nightly wine and a loved one or two or four into the mix and then the world just sparkles with magic.


This past weekend was spent just miles down the road in the little city of Lago Vista. My grandparents live here, so I’m fairly familiar with the area. It took a quaint resort and my mother-in-law’s fresh eyes to allow me to truly see how beautiful this hilly, green, deer-residing town really is. Add to this a heartbreakingly gorgeous read, plenty of coffee and wine, a morning walk to the lake, thrift-shop hunting and a surplus of happy family moments, and much enchantment ensued.weekend1babyloveweekend9



Five Year Vow Renewal, Las Vegas 2014


A couple of weeks ago and after five years of marriage, my husband and I renewed our wedding vows at A Little White Wedding Chapel in Las Vegas. With the photographer as our witness, we said “I do” again, Robby without a tie and me with my hair in a bun and hair ties still on my wrist. We chuckled through our vows but meant every word of them just the same. It was this lovely and quick and imperfect little ceremony, but it felt completely flawless. Probably because I was making googly eyes with my favorite, fellow imperfect human being.

I hope to be lucky enough to continue saying “I do” with him for as long as we both shall live.




Vegas Highlights 2014

Vegas Highlights 2014:


  • Exploring the mountains of Nevada/Vegas outskirts with pumpkin beer in tow. Oh, the festive, happy feelings.
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  • Drinking coffee and rum+pineapple from the balcony of our breathtaking mountain resort.


  • Our first night in the mountains: Picking up some homemade bread pudding from the resort’s restaurant, and coming back to our room to find that my husband had moved some furniture around to make room for dessert. “I made us a table.” he said. It was the best bread pudding of my life, shared with the dude who still gives me warm fuzzies after five years of marriage.



  • Doing the Vegas strip thing with the hubby, round two. (Round one was our first wedding anniversary, 2010)
  • vegasvoucherWinning a hundred bucks on a Walking Dead slot machine. I NEVER win anything and have deemed myself unlucky when it comes to similar games of chance, so this was a big deal for me. I hate gambling just a teensy bit less now.


  • Renewing our vows at a Little White Wedding Chapel (professional pictures of this coming soon!), which was immediately followed by attending a nearby happy hour, still dressed in our wedding dress and tuxedo. After happy hour, we went to a local grocery store to grab beer and liquor for the mountains. We got a few stares, some questions, a handful of verbal congratulations and one in the form of a car honk and wave. The whole experience was silly and cheesy and lovely, and most of all, it was just so very us.


vegas12I’m giddy to spend the rest of my life exploring the world and creating cheesy memories, makeshift tables and endless adventures with my lifetime crush. And I am forever grateful for that one tipsy night in a garage at a stranger’s party. It’s led to this big, beautiful, goofy love that I’ve found in Robby Boudreaux. A lingering glance that would eventually turn into countless stories and laughter, a redheaded baby girl, exploring the world hand-in-hand, a pumpkin beer shared in the mountains. I can’t wait to see what’s next.