My Gift is Not…



My gift is not hospitality. It’s just not. Hospitality is opening up your house when there are dishes in the sink,  laundry in the wash, just enough food for one person (not even prepared), and lovingly opening up your home/ place to people to just come in and be welcomed.

Hospitality is not about making everything look perfect and be perfect (because perfect is not a thing), and being a complete crazy person until all is the unattainable perfection. Unfortunately I know what hospitality should be, but still yearn for the Instagrammable everything. As much as I wish true hospitality was a gift I excelled in, I’m still learning.

My last Women’s Day dinner was, once again, a lesson in true hospitality. I wanted it to be perfect. A good menu. Beautiful decor. A list of friends- not too many, but not too few. I planned everything. EVERYTHING! And as always, plans change. I did not plan to sit for 40 minutes in traffic leading up to the dinner- 40 minutes of precious prep time that all I could do was sit and fume.


I got to the house, and starting going crazy like a mad person! A few friends showed up early (planned), and I put them to work. SO thankful for sweet friends who will just pick up my mess and love me anyway. I should have been more thankful in the moment, but instead I was upset that they weren’t moving fast enough or having any sense of urgency. When other friends showed up early, I was even more mad that people had the audacity to come early- who does that- who shows up early? In the land of manana… no way. I chose myself, over love. I chose selfishness over being grateful to have such encouraging, serving women in my life who came early to help out.

Even as I reflect on the evening I have to remind myself to not be upset that no one got the ‘perfect photo’ of the beautiful table… or the best photo of the great decor. I have to remember the great conversations; the mingling of different friend groups; the time each woman gave up to spend their evening with me. THAT is the point of a great dinner party- not the food, not the money spent, and definitely NOT photos taken (but still, guys, come on…in a room full of millenials NO ONE TOOK A FREAKING PHOTO OF THE TABLE?)


I know that I want to be more hospitable. I want a spirit that just opens her heart and home to all, regardless of the aesthetic of the photos that could be taken. I’m praying for it. I’m searching for it. I’m trying for it… but until then I’ll just rely on the love of friends and their graciousness. ❤

Be reminded that behind the nice photos there is usually someone who sat in terrible traffic, cooked throughout the dinner party, and is still upset (weeks later) that nothing went as planned. 😉





Land of Enchantment

IMG_2900.JPGNew Mexico is my favorite (minus the car thieves… and just general crime). This state truly has so much beauty.

Monday was a long day. It was a 6 am-6 pm work day. Ewww. It’s easy to hate these kinds of days, but it’s also so sweet to wake up and see the beauty New Mexico has. I MEAN LOOK AT THAT VIEW.\

Monday started off driving up to Angel Fire from Albuquerque to meet with an astronomer. He wanted to demonstrate the Sky Shed Telescope at camp. New Mexico is the only Girl Scout camp with this intense type of telescope/ astronomy program. Cool points to NM.

img_2896.jpgIMG_2902After that we headed over to The Blake in the Taos Ski Valley. OMG. If you ever ski Taos, stay here. The art alone at The Blake is worth the steep price to stay there. Also, Taos Ski/ The Blake is a B-corp. What?! SO COOL and ugh so beautiful. I can’t wait to go back.

Basically, I just love New Mexico, and it’s the best in the fall. ❤




After my car went on a week-long journey to wherever, it is back. I do not wish this stress on anyone. The thieves get away and I get to pay for all the damages they’ve caused (still less expensive than a new car!).

What’s sweet though, is last night as we were waiting on a few car repairs to take place, my sister prayed. She prayed for the person(s) who stole my car. That people would come into their lives to be the light. It was a prayer for their well-being and for them to repent too. I’ve forgiven them, but forgiveness does not mean that there aren’t consequences to sin. There are and there should be. As much as I forgive them, I also, would like to know that they recognize how much hurt they caused.

Anyway here are a few ways to help a friend who has had their car stolen OR damaged:

  1. Offering rides is nice, but sometimes people don’t want to inconvenience their friends (even if this means paying extra for an Uber). So instead of saying, ‘let me know if you need a ride,’ ask, ‘what time should I pick you up tomorrow to take you to work/ the store/ ect?’ This isn’t asking, it’s basically telling them that you’re coming. What time would they like you to come over?
  2. Check their social media before asking questions- chances are they’ve posted the story there and don’t want to repeat it over and over and over and over. Constant texts can be overwhelming. Remember, you’re probably not the only one trying to contact them. (But DO text them that you’re thinking of them/keeping an eye out/ praying/ sending good thoughts/ ect…)
  3. Share whatever post they’ve posted about their stolen car. Maybe you live states away. Maybe you only have 5 friends. It still means the world.
  4. Find out what was stolen from the car and, if reasonable, buy them a replacement. I had a box of La Croix in my car… that the mean thief (thieves) drank. My friend bought me another box. The little things mean a lot.
  5. Don’t re-victimize them. Yes I know I should have made sure all four doors of my car were locked. I don’t need the reminder. Yes I shouldn’t have left my favorite new vest in the car. Yes I probably should have bought a steering wheel club years ago. Yes the crime in downtown ABQ is terrible, how dare I live here. BUT ALSO PEOPLE SHOULDN’T STEAL! I should be able to leave all my doors unlocked (I didn’t) and all my valuables in the car (I don’t) AND PEOPLE SHOULDN’T STEAL! I already have to pay for all the Ubers, any damages the person(s) caused, the towing, the everything which is a lot. That’s already punishing the victim again and again. I don’t need a lesson from friends right now- I got that from myself, the insurance, the police, and my parents. I’ve learned my lesson (my car does now have a steering wheel lock, and so much more)- just please agree it sucks.

The picture is of Nephew grabbing Lanay’s hair. I just love him so much. He makes each day better.

Lanay’s Thyme


Fall in Albuquerque is my favorite (minus the stolen car part). My heart has been kind of low lately, and as much as I try to remember that we are to praise God in the good and the tough times, it’s hard. BUT HE IS SO GOOD. He timed my bestie’s visit  for the perfect weekend.

Lanay didn’t really have this trip scheduled out to Albuquerque, but then sadly, her grandmother’s health started to decline so she made the decision to turn her Colorado weekend fun trip into a visit to New Mexico. Her reasons were definitely not for me, but God knew I would need her encouragement this past weekend, and not just over the phone, but in person.

The support of a friend is such a sweet gift from our Lord. A friend to really pry into my heart. To make sure my positiveness was not just an external front, but that I truly was ok inside as well.

Unfortunately, I was sick for Lanay’s visit (AND didn’t have a car). Which I guess was good, because I wasn’t taking a lot of time from her family. But I wished we could have spent more time together… #selfish. 😉


Lanay is such a dear friend, and encourager. We don’t always have the same views, but we challenge one another to grow. I think that’s one of the reasons I treasure our friendship SO much. She makes me want to better my relationship with God.  Also she’s so selfless, her parents live 30/45 minutes away from me, and she just drove, drove, drove me everywhere while she was here.

Originally I had planned to write about the Day of the Dead parade, which was GREAT. But I think the heart of any event is the people you get to experience it with… and that’s my Lanay Joy.

* In high school/ college we had a ‘cooking show’ called Lanay’s Thyme…get it cooking…THYME. OMG it’s still so clever. 10 year’s later and the show is still going strong. And by show I mean friendship.

My Car Was Stolen

Ugh. My car was stolen. It was taken either late Wednesday night/ early Thursday morning from my gated apartment complex. Ugh.

I went out around 7:00am to walk Dolce Dog, didn’t notice if my car was there or not. Then I went upstairs to get ready for work. Around 8, a friend called asking for a ride to an appointment. Of course I said yes. So at 8:20am I went downstairs to get in my car to pick her up.

“Hmm, I thought I parked in this spot last night? Maybe not?” “Where did I park?” “Is someone playing a prank on me?” “Oh shit, my car has been stolen.”

^ That was my thought process.

I called the police. I called insurance. I called my parents. I talked to my apartment management. I joined every Albuquerque car theft group possible. All pretty much could only say that my situation sucked. That the statistics for getting my car back weren’t pretty, but possible. They said that most cars stolen, if recovered, are found within 3 miles of the theft site. My car, apparently, is generic enough that it’s popular to steal and take across the border to sell.


Guys, Thursday was still a good day. It just had a really sucky situation to it.


I took the day off work (OBVIOUSLY). I regrouped. I filed my police report. I went to get coffee and a burrito. Hannah came to walk around with me searching for that car (hey, who can’t walk a 3 mile radius?).

My coffee was good. My burrito was great. We met a farmer who gave us free radishes.


Thursday was still a day that God created. I still was SO blessed Thursday. Never have I felt so loved by friends/ family. SO many calls and texts (a little overwhelming…) of encouragement and sympathy. The day was car was stolen, I realized how privileged I am- to have had parents who cared for me as a child. to have been invested in and loved. to be raised to not hate. What caused someone to steal my car? And how do we change that hurt?

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An American in Paris


I’ve been on a real love story kick lately. I’ve also been on a live-show kick. Thankfully these two pair together beautifully when you have friends that also love live theater, and several great venues in town to go to that have so many genres to chose from.

My dearest, sweetest Alderkater invited me to see “An American in Paris,” last week. (Alderkater is a name I stole when Jon and Kate Plus 8 was a thing. One of the 8 couldn’t say alligator and said alderkater. My Alderkater’s name is Kate. It fit. Nicknames are weird.)

I wasn’t in love, love with the story, or the chemistry of the performers, but the show did not disappoint! Beautiful dancing. Gorgeous singing. I left feeling as if I could do both. Guess what, I cannot.


I love girls nights out/ date nights that aren’t the usual- and this one was so much fun. I definitely encourage you to check out your local theater company/ see a traveling Broadway show near you.

Also dressing up for anything is my favorite. I wish I could just have a personal photographer whenever I’m feeling my outfit. I was definitely feeling it last week, and just felt so weird asking people to take them. So I didn’t. I regret it. lol. No all I have from that night are a few selfies. 😦

*it says “another tulle skirt,” because I own 3 tulle skirts and I wore all of them last week. I’m a 4-year-old in a 28-year-old’s body. Sorry, not sorry. *


Balloon Fiesta!

I hate waking up when your bed is cozy and the pets are cuddled up with their warm bodies next to you. I very rarely (if ever) wake up early if I don’t have to. I don’t even wake up early for Christmas morning! BUT I do love the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta, so the first weekend of October I wake up at 4:30 am. Gladly? No. Excited? Yes!

Even better… taking someone who has never been to the Fiesta to the Fiesta!!! I love it. If you’ve never been, let me know and come visit me next October! 😉 We’ll wake up at 4:30 am, sit in traffic for an hour, wait in lines, eat breakfast burritos, drink so much coffee, and take a million photos… and just be happy throughout it all. ❤