Rocky Mountain High

Skiing in Vail, Colorado. Rocky was so pumped because he didn't have to babysit me snowboarding. I chose to ski this time, and I'm not sure I'll ever go back! Although he hit the double black diamonds, and I barely made it to the blues, I am anxious to get back on the slopes. Next time I visit Colorado in the winter, however, I'm not going to forget to bring ski clothes. Thankfully I was able to slap together an outfit for the weekend.

Vail Village after a long day on the slopes

My wonderful, funny, pretty, stylish, thoughful, cheese-loving, wine-drinking friend, Jenny!
The Dallas/Austin/Fort Collins/Denver, group: Mike, Geoff, Matt, Rock, Wes, Will, Brandon, Erica, Chelsea, Jenny, and Lea.
The newly engaged Erica, me, (Will in the background), Jenny, Lea, and Chelsea.
Check out this beach party at Arapaho Basin. People stake out their slots early in the ski season and back in their trucks for a winter tailgate party. Kegs, grills, burgers, and fun for all!

Do the best you can ...

... and leave the rest to God.

I think I first heard these words of advice when I was in high school.

Also in high school, I had a teacher who used to hand out motivational and inspirational phrases including, "Inch by inch, it becomes a cinch!"

Never before this year have I so excessively repeated those lines in my head. I've prayed more than ever, too.

(Disclaimer No. 1: This is a looooong post. I don't blame you if you don't want to read it.)

I'm living such a fast-paced life right now, and I'm pulled in so many directions. I've made it through two terms of grad school and an entire basketball season, not to mention more than half a year of living away from my boyfriend and in my parents' house again. Now, it's time to reflect on the good, the bad, and the ugly. (Don't be scared--there's nothing too ugly!)

First, I must proclaim how much I am enjoying graduate school. Sure, it's demanding, and sometimes I feel I'm in way over my head, but I am learning entirely more than I thought I would. I know more about business, management, and marketing--well, maybe I shouldn't say "I know more," because the truth of the matter is, I don't think I knew anything about these things before beginning my program.

I am learning that everything I studied, memorized, and applied stylistically as a journalist and editor for the news is completely wrong. No, no, I shouldn't say that either. That's a lie. But, I will tell you I am embracing the Chicago Manual of Style (which is used for books, not news). I have gone two terms without taking an editing class, and it's killing me. It just hasn't fit in my schedule. I try not to act so jealous or overly interested in my classmates who are already taking Advanced Editing, but I totally am! I can't wait to have discussions about comma placement and capitalization. For example, did you know in the Chicago style you do, in fact, place a comma before "and" in a sequential statement?! Crazy, I know. It goes against everything I was taught in journalism school. But hey, it's OK! I've purchased the massive style guide, and I have my highlighter ready for this next term. Look out: Nerd alert on the horizon.

I'll have you know, I made it through an Online Marketing class in which I was required to blog twice weekly. Aren't you proud? Unfortunately the topic matter was marketing and not celebrity sightings or cake baking, but I learned a ton in that class, too. I learned I shouldn't be such a slacker if I want people to actually check my blog more than once every six months. I listened to motivating and inspiring guest speakers who embrace the whole online thing. I'm hoping to carry that motivation (and lack of required blog postings) into an increased outpouring of blog posts on this blog.

***I must add a second little disclaimer at this point: I never intended for people to actually read my blog. I started it so that I would have a little scrapbook of funny and memorable things that happen in my life. But, as more and more blogs-gone-movies pop up, maybe, just maybe, people might want to read what's going on with me. I don't really think so, but some of my friends do (specifically, my friend Katie). Katie, you're my inspiration for my new dedication to this blog. You introduced me to the Pioneer Woman, my soul sister mom-blogger. If people want to read about one woman's transformation from city girl to ranching housewife, well then, it can be done, right? Please remind me to blog, OK?

Wow. Talk about a tangent. Here I was typing about my lessons learned as a graduate student, assistant coach and living-at-home-again daughter, and now I've just written my Academy Award acceptance speech.

Back to the topic at hand.

I believe I was wrapping up my love of graduate school. In summary: Although it's difficult, I enjoy it. This is the exact sentiment I have for coaching. Except I'm going to bump up the difficulty factor to the tenth degree. I think--scratch that--I KNOW coaching is one of the most challenging tasks I've undertaken. Oh and everyone seems to have their own opinions when I say this. People seem to think just because I was a player, I should be a good coach. Just because I enjoy working with people, that I should be able to teach. Just because I went through a rough couple of hoops seasons, I should be able to inspire and relate to the girls on the team. If only it was that easy, folks.

I find myself pretty lost when we're diagramming plays or discussing offenses and defenses. The other coaches are wonderful mentors, but I've been told (and completely agree) it takes several years to actually understand just what's going on (that is, unless you're totally gifted in all things basketball).

Toward the end of the season, I realized that when I got on the court and played with the girls, I was able to see the game from a different perspective (the one I was accustomed to) and was able to teach in ways I wasn't able to from the sidelines. I'm hoping to continue to play and coach from this standpoint as I think it's the most effective.

My team definitely proved to be an inspiration for me. Picked as the pre-season conference champions, they (we?) ended up having a somewhat disappointing second half of the season. We headed into the conference tournament with nothing to lose, needing to win three games in three days to advance to the NCAA tournament (one of our main goals at the beginning of the season). I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a pessimistic attitude at this point, but the girls surprised everyone--including themselves--by winning the tournament and going to the NCAA tournament first round. What an experience! The most important lesson and memory I'll take from this season is that the old adage is true: Will above skill. If you want it bad enough, and if you believe, all things are possible.

I'm not going to dive into the details of the stress and strain of the administrative duties of my job as a coach. Let's just say I felt as though I was wearing one too many hats. Yet, at the conclusion of the season, everything got done, and I know my experiences will help ease the process next season.

As I try to wrap up this blog post, I'll just briefly mention that living at home isn't as bad as I anticipated. I am enjoying my time with my parents (for the most part). Sure, I miss coming home to an empty apartment, having space, privacy, and my own kitchen to cook in, but I do love and appreciate the home-cooked meals, conversations, and laundry service that come with my temporary residence with Ma and Pa. (See? Not too ugly indeed!)

Lastly, I miss my Austin friends and (of course!) my boyfriend. I think these relationships, however, are being strengthened with distance. The time has just flooooown by, and if it continues at this pace, we'll be back together before we know it! Rocky is enjoying his job, and it's keeping him plenty busy. He loves his new location, and as much as it saddens me to know he won't be going back to Austin, I'll be ready for a new adventure come June next year.

Right now, I'm on Spring Break in Colorado visiting said cowboy. I haven't had a true day off since October, so let me tell you, it feels good. We're about to embark on a trip to the mountain for my second attempt at snowboarding. The first left me sore and frustrated. Stay tuned for the next report.

The VIP treatment

Yes, I know my blog is full of unfinished posts and thoughts, and my new blogs aren't much better, but it's time for me to get it together!

The other day, I wrote down a couple experiences I never mentioned in The Story of My Life.

Let me rewind to August, 2009. Rocky and I went with a group of friends to a Randy Rogers Band concert at Nutty Brown Cafe. Hands down, this is one of my favorite bands and also one of my favorite places to see a show in Austin.

We went to the concert with a mixed group of friends after a long, hot day of boating on Lake Austin. Sunburned and burned out, we rallied to see RRB. We traveled in different cars and ended up losing some of the friends in our group as it was PACKED outside the amphitheater. I'd never seen it like that before. (Later, we would learn it was the most people ever at Nutty Brown for a show.)

We were standing in what seemed like a 50-yard-long line of people waiting to enter. Although I bought our tickets online, we had to pick them up at will call. This mass of people was the will call line. Ugggh. All we wanted to do was get in, grab a beer, and check out the band.

We could see inside, and the lines at the bar were equally out of control. I was beginning to wish we would have either arrived earlier or headed back home once we saw the overflowing parking lot (more on this later). As we stood there in the back of the line, trying to spot our friends at various points in the other lines, I noticed a couple (probably in their late 30s or early 40s) kind of wandering around. I smiled at them, and they walked right up to me.

"Excuse me, we were wondering if you two would like to sit with us in the VIP section of the show. You see, we bought a table and our two friends were unable to make it."

Hmm. Let me think. Fifty-yard-long line ... jam-packed, standing room only crowd ... pushy people OR the alternative: joining these strangers at their private table in the VIP section, complete with table, chairs AND a personal waiter!?!

Before I said yes, I stopped and thought about how I'd feel if I were one of our other friends. We did come with a big group of people. It's not like we came with just one other person and would be leaving her/him in the dust. I imagined how I'd feel if two of our friends were hand-selected to sit in the VIP section. Well, I'd be jealous as all get-out, but I would be thrilled for them. How cool, right? So, we said yes and we joined our new friends and waiter for the show.

After we made our way through the crowd of sweaty cowboy boot-wearing Texas country music fans, we chit-chatted with our sponsors. I mentioned how it was a struggle just making it out of the parking lot and to the line we were standing in. You see, the lots at these outdoor concert venues are big, empty fields. There was no one directing traffic that night, and naturally it became a free-for-all. People were parking any- and everywhere they could.

I spotted a fantastic place for Rocky to park his big truck. I got out and said, "Yes! Park here!" Little did I know the reason no one had taken my perfect parking spot was because it was a pile of sinking dirt. Rocky pulled in and his two-wheel drive truck sank right on down. After 15 minutes of back-and-forth, he was finally able to get it out of the mud. Many, many people walked by and gave me the, "Oh. Yeah. He shouldn't have parked there" looks.

I was panicking. But, in true Rocky fashion, he was cool as a cucumber and didn't express any worry. I'm pretty sure he was ready for a beer, however, and I told him I'd drive home since I was the one who got us in that mess to begin with. Annnnnyway, our new friends said they had seen us struggling with the truck. They didn't know that was us when they randomly chose us to sit with them. The lady said they chose us because we were at the very back of the looooong line, and she liked my dress-boots combo (of course I liked this response!).

We had a great time living the VIP lifestyle that stifling hot August night. It's an Austin memory I'll never forget.

Happily sitting down ...
While everyone else was packed into the amphitheater!

Americana summer '09

Summer is the best time of year, especially when you live in Central Texas. The sun stays out so long you forget what time it is, and everyone is ready for adventure at any given time.

These are a few of my favorite things (Summer 2009 edition):

Roping: I love to watch Rocky rope. I can tell how much he enjoys it by the way he saddles his horse and fiddles with his rope. He and his sister are quite a sight on their fast horses, headin' and heelin' and whatever else they do. I haven't had the chance to see him reel 'em in that much, but I sure love it when I do. Now, on the other hand, attending team roping events is extreeemely boring. You sit around all day long to watch your cowboy attempt to throw a rope around one steer. I'm sure this is exactly what my parents felt like when I'd play in volleyball or basketball tournaments ... but then again, those matches and games actually lasted more than 8 seconds. Hmm.

Rocky and Jigger "my" horse.

The Ranch: No, not the bar where I met Rocky (although that is one of my favorite things, too!)--Rocky's family ranch. I love it. I can't wait to go back. This summer we went for the Fourth of July. It was so Americana. We rode around town (by which I mean we drove into town, turn around and drove back) in his Model A truck, and we laughed the entire way as our knees were jammed into the dashboard. His parents invited all their friends over for a huge cookout. We're talking about Dutch oven cookin' here, folks. Mm. Mm. Mm. I am licking my lips just thinking about the steaks, potatoes, and all kinds of fixin's. Oh baby. The food was amazing, and the locals brought a homemade canon to celebrate the holiday.

The cowboy and the toy truck.

Dutch oven apple pie. My mouth waters just looking at this photo.

Home: When living states away, nothing's better than a trip home. I was fortunate enough to witness the wedding of my good friend Mindy and her new hubby Jacob. I also made a trip to Seattle to see my favorite friends. Summer in the Northwest is gorgeous.

Can't believe my high school point guard is a wed woman!

Baby shower: Fernanda and John had a huge party at an amazing Italian restaurant in Austin. It was the coolest "baby shower" I'd ever attended. It was a big belated celebration of their marriage and a pre-welcoming for their baby boy, Antonio. Good people. Lots of love and laughs. One of the most fun nights all summer.

Fernanda, a giant margarita, and me.

Concerts: Randy Rogers Band, Roger Creager, Xavier Rudd, the Radney Foster birthday bash, the free concert series at Hill's Cafe and the list continues ... we saw some great shows this summer, and I can't hardly imagine life without the influx of music I've been exposed to in the Live Music Capital of the World.

Two of my best Austin girlfriends, Andrea, Jenny, and me at the Xavier Rudd concert in June.

One of my favorite photos of Rocky and me ever--taken at the Radney Foster birthday bash at Hill's Cafe.

Races: What's a summer without running a few good races? The Trail Foundation's Moonlight Margarita Run continues to be my all-time favorite race. I didn't win this year, but I still had an absolute blast.

SeaFair Torchlight Run with KVH and Em in Seattle. We decided to have two beers each and share a round of French fries before running an 8K race. It wasn't smart, but we did share a lot of laughs running around downtown Seattle and happy hour-ing it up in our sweaty, bib-sporting post-race attire.

Swimming holes and lake days: Rock and I attempted to find some of Central Texas' best swimming holes (and watering holes!). Hamilton Pool has to be one of the most spectacular swimming holes in the area (aside from the wasp sting I received there). Nothing's better than lounging on a floaty in the middle of the water on a hot summer day. Well, that's kind of a lie. Soaking up the rays with a cold one on the bow of our friends' boat might take the cake. Either way, we sure lived it up this summer.

Hamilton Pool.

Out on Lake Austin with the gang.

Happy Anniversary!

Rocky and I celebrated one year together this summer. Whodathought?! He bought me my very first flower and we opened a special bottle of champagne. Rocky surprised me in December after a long day at the Brady ranch and took me to an awesome vineyard/winery outside of Marble Falls. We sampled a lot of amazing wine with the owners, and, knowing my affection for the bubbly, Rock bought me a bottle of their almond champagne, and I held onto it until we celebrated our one-year.

Cheers to many more!

I'd like to say thanks for your outstanding patience and acknowledgement of the fact that I am a cranky, unmanageable mess when I don't eat every few hours. You are a true horse whisperer, and your incredible talent in numerous arenas of life and learning astound me. You're amazing.