Late Night Dance Parties

“I take a party from a 5 to a 10.” – Kristin Marthaler 2016

Here’s why:



Top 10 Wedding List

Every wedding has epic moments, moments that make you smile and moments you will never forget. Here are my top ten moments from Jessie’s wedding.

10. Bria putting on her flower girl dress and doing a princess dance while her eyes lit up. 13901302_10100799356241646_4474221070404215376_n

9. Charlotte getting her hair done like Elsa and getting ready at 9 a.m. for the 4 p.m. wedding.

8. Butch being an awesome tour guide and driver of the RV to and from the wedding.13895065_10100799343861456_4555704956091413874_n

7. Ryan’s tie not fitting quite right.


6. Bria asking Grandma Pauline if today was the day Darlene would become her grandma.

5. Quitin yelling he doesn’t know how to read during gift opening.

3. RV ride. No comment.

2. My nephew’s speech.


1. My sister’s thank you speech to the attendees and then announcing they were off to make babies.


Speech! Speech!

13934712_10100799703231276_1114686817573606450_nI am never short of words. I always have a comment, an antidote to add or  questions to ask. I always have words. That was until it came to my Maid of Honor speech this last weekend in which my little sister got married.
I had rehearsed rap songs, even re-wrote the lyrics to Hakunamatata to “I Love you A Lot-a”. It was going to be epic.

But I backed out. It took me a few days to be okay with the fact that I had given a bad speech. Not a bad speech, but epic-less speech. The way I see it, my sister is a simple woman. She loves agriculture, her husband and Bria. She is a family woman and doesn’t need nice things. Besides Victoria Secrets and $100 jeans. 

When I looked back at her life and mine, and put into perspective how much of an impact she has had on my life, there were no words. There is nothing I can say that describes how much I love this woman. She has taught me how to be a sister, that it’s okay to get dirty and how to let someone love her. There is so much that I could say, that words don’t do it justice.

It’s like looking at the Mona Lisa. Everyone knows what it looks like, it’s always there, but to truly define the beauty, is difficult.
I wish my sister and her new husband a lifetime of happiness!


Saving Grace

IMG_9935Today I walked into a salon. Not my normal salon, a lower end salon. In my mind I cursed the fact that I was there, cursed the fact I have to budget, cursed that I’m at this point. As I was greeted and gave out my information, I watched the woman slowly walk over to her area and clean her chair. She slowly swept. Meticulously cleaned her combs, and then did it again. I could tell she was trying to put off doing my hair. It’s obvious when you are the only client there and they are the only stylist open, and they take 10 minutes to clean, nothing.

I cursed the fact I wasn’t even wanted by the hairstylist. As she began my color, I learned she is a month out of school, and has only been working at this job for a month.

“Of course. My luck, get stuck with the lady who doesn’t know what’s going on,” I said in my mind.

Just negative thoughts spilled out of my mind. I was in such a sour place. Than a woman walked in. Confident, strong, she knew exactly what she wanted. I could only hear her voice, but I knew she was a woman in charge. As she came around the corner into eye shot, my eyes grew big.
The woman, had barely any hair. It was a few months worth of growing back in. It was thin, barely covered her scalp. She was frustrated it wasn’t the same length, but shared with her stylist that she is working with someone to get the hair to grow in quicker and thicker. She was on a good path and just needed everything to be evened out.

As the door opened, her stylist had to leave, several times in fact. As I cursed that stylists in my head for not being able to complete a haircut, I looked at the woman.

She was dancing in her chair, head bobbing to the music, a giant smile on her face. She was in a good place, happy and full of life. Her hair was not a hinderance, but something that just needed to be fixed.

A few minutes later I learned she had just finished chemo.

My heart sank to my feet and I felt a million pounds heavier sitting in my chair.

I was cursing the world because I had a few grey hairs I needed dyed. I was cursing the world, for no damn reason.

When striving for wanting the greatest things in the world, I constantly find myself struggling to remember to stay humble, to be thankful for what I have. I need to learn to live in the moment, dance in my chair, embrace my progress.

To the woman who probably didn’t see me watching, you are my idol, my rock, my saving grace. Thank you for showing me how to love life again.