Monday, April 3, 2017

Weekend Trip to Silverton, CO

Wow. So its been a minute! I'm not even going to try to catch up on 
everything that has happened. I'm just going to jump right in. 

Last weekend I got to take a trip (by myself!) to go visit Barry while he was 
on set shooting in Silverton, CO. We have always had this plan to never be away from each other for more than two weeks. Usually we can't do anything about it because of money or we can't find anyone to watch our dogs for us. But not this weekend! The boys stayed at Nana and Papa's house and my brother begrudgingly watched our dogs. 

I won't lie. I was a little scared to drive by myself. Our car is coming up on 250K miles (love mah baby!) and the idea of being stuck in the middle of nowhere is a real fear of mine. 
Also...desert zombies. True story. 

Lets just start with me saying...I get sick when I travel. Not sure if its motion sickness (unlikely) or if its just anxiety (bingo!) but every time I travel there is puking involved. I traveled to Austin for Celena's wedding and spent the first two hours of her wedding day puking. Not a good look. It  usually hits first thing in the morning. It is JUST LIKE morning sickness. 
If I can get to 9am I am usually good. 

This trip was no exception to the Maria's Travel Anxiety Saga. Unbeknownst to me, I was traveling the weekend of Spring Break so after a nine hour drive I was shocked to find out that there wasn't a SINGLE hotel in all of Amarillo that had a room for me. I was exhausted and freaked out at the prospect of having to drive another two hours to the next "big" town. Luckily there was a room available at the next small town, only twenty minutes away. 

I got in my room and settled down to rest. And that's when it hit. Anxiety about driving across the desert the next day. Anxiety about having to drive the treacherous mountain pass to get to Silverton. Anxiety about the truck breaking down (despite it driving beautifully all day long). I finally got to sleep but a few hours later (like two) I was awake and there was just no way I was going back to sleep. The nausea had hit me and since I was in the middle of nowhere there was no place I could go to to get some meds. So I started driving and it was the most miserable I have been while sick. Long story short I was finally able to get to a bigger town where I snatched a nap and some pepto and the fog lifted and I was just fine.

My trusty Whataburger cup! For vomit.  

There is nothing in New Mexico. Like...nothing. Most boring drive ever. 

But what I DID FIND was another Tahoe just. like. mine. I followed him all the way from Albuquerque to Durango. We were travel buddies. Or I was stalking him. Same dif.

I FINALLY made it to Durango where I was to meet Barry. Durango is only about twenty minutes from the New Mexico border so it pretty much looks like a mountain-y desert town. We grabbed some lunch at a little made-from-scratch restaurant and then 
drove the mountain pass to get to Silverton.

It was terrifying. Honestly, it wasn't that bad but I hate heights and oh man, some of those curves are just maaaade for cars to go flying off into oblivion. But oh goodness, the mountains. 

Silverton is nestled in this little valley surrounded by five mountains and it is stunningly beautiful. 

Most of the crew was off shooting so it was just me, Barry, and Phil doing a pseudo driving tour. I got to see the old mines and learn about the different ways homes are built there. I spent most of the time just looking around with my mouth open in wonder. We got an early dinner and then Barry and I just completely crashed. 

The next morning we decided we would do some more driving and then go hiking in the afternoon. 

Ok, this picture is kind of stupid but for me it was empowering. I finally have a Instagram worthy picture of just my morning coffee. I know, I know. I shouldn't base my life on the scale of others..whatever. I got my picture and I freaking love it. 

I still had some leftover travel tummy issues so I had some tea at the local coffee house and we did some driving. Now, when I say we went on a little drive, its kind of misleading. We went along a winding road north of town and stopped every three minutes or so so I could take pictures of nature.

My first time in real snow!

Mah baby!! I freaking love this truck.

We saw little creeks, a house built right over a mine shaft, and some of the older mines. 

I edited the shit out of this picture. Thank you FaceTune!
We talked with an older couple from the area and talked about off roading in the summer. 

We had lunch and then went on our hike!

It was just so beautiful. It was everything I could have hoped for. 

I got stuck in the snow. It was amazing.  Phil didn't even try lol

We ended the hike with a trip to one of the creeks. I've always wanted to take a drink out of a natural body of water. Luckily, Barry had one of those filters that you can sip out of so of course that had to happen. 

Just in case you were curious, it tastes just like bottled water.

Unfortunately Barry looks very puffy in this photo, but I look cute as shit so this is the one that got uploaded to facebook.

That was pretty much the trip. I wasn't there long and it is an itty-bitty town. Barry and I talked about the possibility of getting a vacation home there in the far future. I want to explore more of Colorado. It gave me this huge incentive to get fit. There is so much I want to do there that involves physical and mental staminia. It was a huge boost for me. 

We are going to take the boys and visit Billie this summer, it should be a lot of fun!


Thursday, June 23, 2016

My Next Thirty Years

This year I turn 30.

I'm gonna let that one sink in. 

Honestly, I haven't really given it much thought. I never really know how old I am anyway (I know, weird) so turning thirty has never really been an issue for me. But lately I've been in a little bit of a rut. I'm doing the day-to-day thing but there is nothing driving me. 

But today I made a decision. I am going to enjoy my 30s more than my 20s. This past decade hasn't been easy. I skipped out on college to help build Mark's company thinking that I would inhert it. Well that just didn't work out. So then I branched off, I wanted to work on set but by that time Barry and I were together and someone had to stay home and take come of the dogs. I know it sounds like a lame excuse but they are crate trained and you just can't leave a dog in their crate for 12+ hours. So I stayed home and started Heritage Knitting, a fun but ultimately failed venture. We have always been under the gun financially so I never felt like I could relax. And then I had my boys. All hope of ever being that fun and carefree beach girl went away in an instant. Don't get me wrong. I love my boys but it feels like the eniretly of my 20s was based on someone else's plan. I never got to do the things that I wanted to do because I was always trying to help someone or make someone else happy and I was always, always the responsible one.

I'm kinda done with that. 

I'm kinda done living for other people without taking care of myself. 

I'm kinda done schlupping around feeling sorry for myself because 
I'm not doing the things that I want to do.

I'm  kinda done with forever trying to organize and declutter our home. 

I'm kinda done with always being behind of filing, billing, computer work etc

I'm kinda done trying to lose "that last 30 pounds".

I'm just. kinda. done. 

So, to quote Tim McGraw:

The next thirty years are going to be the best years of my life. 

I'm going to get fit. I'm going to go to the beach when I want to. I'm going to spend my summers in a bikini with a deep tan and my winters rocking skinny jeans. I'm going to take the boys on adventures. I'm going to say yes without worrying about the consequences.  I might even go back to college.

I'm not going to be afraid anymore. 

and I just. can't. wait. 


Wednesday, February 24, 2016

A Trip to The Island

It's no secret that I love the ocean. Like, as in "I won't move anywhere farther than an hours drive from the sea" (it is a JOY being married to me). I had been feeling kind of melancholy so Barry and I took at trip with Bear Bear to Galveston. 

And it was amazing. 

We took the Little Man to the Rainforest Cafe where we ate a stupid amount of food and spent a stupid amount of money for that food. Bear Bear had a blast looking at the aquariums and robotic animals. And every thirty minutes the restaurant gets dark and goes through a simulated thunderstorm. It's pretty awesome.

I told Barry we should totally take Bear Bear to the beach just to hang out for a minute. 

Barry: Do you think that's a good idea? I mean, we didn't bring any spare clothes or towels. 

Me: It will be fine! The last time I brought him down here he didn't want to have anything to do with the ocean. It'll be fiiiiiiine!

So after the meal we walked across the street and then this happened:


I could not stop laughing.

They played in the water for a good hour and had a total blast (and Barry always says he hates the beach, psh!).


We saw some crazy blue jellyfish that I thought were really pretty. 

I finally got to dig my toes in the sand! It was heaven. 

Bear Bear was getting tired by this point but we decided to push the envelope and make one more stop to the Tall Shop Elissa.


It probably wasn't the best day for it. They had a bunch of volunteers working on the sails and it made for a crowded boat. Even though it was a great learning experience and the people were super friendly, I was so concerned with getting in the way and watching where all the ropes were going that I didn't really enjoy myself. 

The boat was absolutely beautiful and I think it would be great to go back and take the self guided audio tour. 

 I would love to go back again sometime soon with just the Mister so I can relax and walk the Strand but we had a great day playing with Bear Bear! 


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