From the Beach to the Mountains…


Four years ago my framily and I decided to take a trip on Martin Luther King, Jr weekend to Ruidoso, NM to enjoy mountain fun.  We had so much fun skiing, tubing, eating, drinking and laughing we’ve since made it an annual trip.  Every year the group has gotten a little bigger and the house we rent gets a little nicer.  Earlier this year I made the decision that we were going to live it up.  I’d like to think we were the Kardashians of New Mexico for a few days 🙂  Since most of my dear sweet football players are seniors I fear that they will grow up and move far, far away from me and that makes me sad.  One of them left in December and I seriously cried for two days.  Like a straight. Up. Melt. Down.  It wasn’t pretty.

What is pretty are these sweet smiles.


This year I added puzzles to the fun and games.  I set it out and then watched the OCD’ers tick.  They couldn’t walk away.


These are taken from Ski Apache.  In the pic below all the guys are skiiers, but the gals stayed back in the cabin and made sack lunches for the skiiers.  Then we all sat on the deck, drank some beer and had lunch.


Look at these happy skiiers!  Aren’t they so dang cute?


After we came down from the mountain Jeremiah and I hopped in the hot tub which had the most incredible views.


Then we just got silly and went a little overboard with shameless selfies.  #photobomber


One thing that most people don’t know about me is that I am deer whisperer.  Deer love me.  No actually, I love to chase deer around like a crazy, tree hugging, green peace lady.  Judge away.  I love to get close to these magnificent animals.  Yes, I eat them.  No, I wouldn’t dream of killing one.  Again, judge away.



Part of the fun of this entire trip for me is cooking.  I have spreadsheets and start planning on January 2nd of every year.  Since I was doing the cooking, I didn’t take many picture of food because my hands were full, but this not so pretty dinner tasted pretty yummy!  These are the kinds of hugs that you get when you cook like this.  Worth every second.  Thank you cute ‘lil Ray.



As I am sure you are aware my Dad, Miah and I love the Green Bay Packers.  I am also sure you are aware they lost to the Seattle Seahawks.  These are pics right after the game.  I clearly didn’t handle it very well.  Maybe it was because they stopped FREAKING playing!!!  Sorry back to mountain bliss.


Last year I was pushing myself to cook and do things for the trip all when I wasn’t feeling well.  I thought it was the flu that I couldn’t shake.  Little did we know I was going to be diagnosed just a few weeks after this trip.  I feel like my world has come full circle in just one year.  Who would have ever known what I was carrying around then.  In all honesty, I was stronger on this trip than the last.  The long term outlook of my disease doesn’t look so hot , but aren’t we all terminal?  Aren’t all of our clocks “ticking”?  Not a single one of us are guaranteed tomorrow and I am making damn sure to that I will enjoy today.  This mountain trip is the definition of this theory.

Thank you to all that attended… you made it possible.











Very early on in my blog,  I mentioned my relationship with Christopher, one of my best friends and editors.  He’s an avid (and boy do I mean AVID) Mayfield Trojan fan and an incredible home chef. He lives in Denver and he’s one of my dearest friends.  And what’s kind of silly, really, is that I might have almost forgotten how incredible he is before I got diagnosed.  In the last year, I’ve been humbled to watch what attracted me to him so many years ago.  Right when I got diagnosed he came home to Las Cruces.  He helped me prepare a meal for my football players and sat with me through a series of scans.  On another visit he scoured the craft shops of Denver and brought down the very finest origami paper.  When we had a golf tournament for Briton, he gladly did the graphic design work and without asking, came to the tournament, brought friends, and made a donation.  He has the difficult and emotional job of reading pretty intense shit about someone he loves, then the task of making me sound like an intelligent human. (FYI: My spelling and grammar are terrible!)For the holidays, he basically told me that my wish was his demand.  So after I made the decision to spend a week on the beach in Mexico, he gladly purchased a plane ticket and put a check in the mail for his share.I’m not sure how much paid time off he had from his employer, but he’s had to blow though a significant amount of it this year visiting me, especially during a tough round of chemo.

While spending an entire week with him during Christmas, I was blown away again.  He spent hours in grocery stores and the kitchen to prepare the very best and most delicious foods.  He should seriously quit his job and become a celebrity chef. Bro had some serious skillz!!

Not only did he fill our vacation home with the smell of delicious food, but he filled it with laughter.  No request was too big for Christopher to handle.  He can and did make decisions without leaning on me, letting me enjoy my time on vacation and with him. He is a champion and a trooper.

I love you, my dear sweet Christopher.  We’ve been friends for twenty years and with a little luck, some modern medicine, and a bad ass attitude, I’m looking forward to the next twenty, Babe.

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Viva La Vida!

Well I can honestly say that 2014 was one of the books and a little piece of me wanted to climb to the top of A mountain and scream some obscenities to 2014, but after re-reading a few of my last blog posts… I already did.  Ouch!

This year for Christmas we decided to make the plunge, spend the money and take a real holiday.  We never spend the money or time to really enjoy time like this.  The last time that my husband and I actually checked out from work and the world was our delayed honeymoon nearly four years ago (for the math nerds… it was also a delayed wedding!).

I contacted my most favorite people on this earth and invited them to join us in Puerto Penasco, Mexico.  Almost all of them were there… almost.  After Briton passed away I saw a quote that said, “Friends are the family you choose.”  Technically, I only share genetics with Jeremiah.  But, in my heart these folks are family.

Thank you to those that came.  But most importantly… thank you Mr. Young for allowing me to have the Christmas of my dreams.

We coined the phrase “Never Neverland” for our trip.  We decided that money, calories, cancer, deadlines and reality don’t exist in Never Neverland.  The only hard part of that was coming back to earth after – I gained ten pounds so obviously the calories did count, opps!



The woman on my left in my best friend Elsa. There is a long complicated story about her and our special relationship. Maybe one day I will share, maybe. The pic on the top left is just few minutes after we got there and we were beyond excited to see each other. It might be my favorite picture of the entire trip.


How I started almost every morning; butter coffee (I’ll share that recipe one day), yoga, meditation and girl talk.  Then one day I followed that up with a bloody Mary, Auntie Libby – you will be happy to know that I taught the next generation your famous and delicious recipe!


The picture in the left corner is the sunrise and the rest are sunsets.  We believe that the bright star on the bottom left picture is Mars!




The name of the house we stayed at was Casa de Ole and had the most wonderful mosaic work.


When I would gaze off into the beautiful sunset there wasn’t another thought in the entire world – except appreciating it’s beauty.




Beach bums having some beach cocktails!


So yes this is a shameless picture of my tan glistening legs, but I happened to catch my #21 running football plays with Jeremiah.  This is only significant because they ran about 1,000 plays during the trip.  It was so awesome!!!



The house that we stayed out was full of “dichos” or sayings.

Top:  The shrimp that falls asleep is carried away by the current.

Left:  How beautiful is it to do nothing and after doing nothing, rest.

(I can answer that question – AWESOME!)

Right:  He who does not look forward stays behind..


Pics of the kids room.  Just too cute not to share!


Our house was a short truck ride from a estuary that had an oyster farm.  Most folks enjoyed them, but my fuzzin is a vegetarian and wasn’t sure about it consuming these creatures.  In Never Neverland spirit… she gave it a try.  She’s obviously not a fan.



Our one day in town.  The rest of the time were were chillaxin on the beach.



My tall drink of water with a tall Margarita.  The pics on the right are of our Christmas meal.  Look at the size of the shrimp!?!


Yes, yes, yes… we were “those” annoying Americans on the beach with Santa hats.  But aren’t these pics so gosh darn cute?



This is Nicole.  She is also referred to as my fuzzin.  Fuzzin stands for faux cousin.  We call each other fuzzy, fuzzy wuzzy… the list goes on and on.  In these pictures we might have been a little buzzy 🙂



The little cutie in the Santa hat is #21’s girlfriend, Alexis.  She is adorable, sweet, beautiful and tiny.  Or am I just that strong?



Sorry I just couldn’t resist posting these pics.  I love Elsa and those silly Packers and that HUNK (aka Aaron Rodgers).




One day we took a long walk down the beach.  We collected shells and took some #TeamLori pics.  It made me think of Our Sweet Briton so I wrote this in the sand.  Even though he physically wasn’t there… he was there is spirit.



My dear sweet Christopher cooked, prepped, shopped and cooked some more.  He was simply amazing and made the trip all that much better.  It’s his fault for the ten pounds.



These are a bunch of hams with clams.  Then a ham cutting a ham, lol!



I have sooooo many picture of food.  It was all sooooo delicious.  Ahem, hence the ten pounds, ha!



This is my little baby.  Is this picture necessary?  Probably not.  But, it’s my blog and he’s my little baby 🙂



Girls being girls and trying to capture the most beautiful sky, ever!



Welp… that’s a wrap.  Thank you Apple for having a timer on the iPad so that we could get a pic of our entire gang.



It was a trip of a lifetime and I’m a lucky girl to have been able to enjoyed it.