Goodbye to New Mexico

jen and katie

Jen and I have been friends for 25 years. Considering this sampling of pictures from our past, we’ve decided we look better with age :)

We’ve seen each other through a lot of change in the past decades. These kiddos are some of favorite additions



Ruby and Kaitlyn

I love this little fashionista with her long legs and her pink fascinator

kate marie

kate marie

And this tiny terror with her pigtails and sunglasses.

I’m so glad I got to hang out for a week and be a part of the Silver City White family. Much love to Jen, Shawn, Ruby and Kate Marie. Thanks for the gardening, potato salad, visits to the chemistry lab, political debates and yoga sessions. I can’t wait to come back!

State road 78

Now I’m back on the road, headed to AZ for a brief stop with my brother

The old west highway

Arizona tomorrow


A weekend with Jen

Jen came to visit this weekend and we managed not to get pictures of ourselves, which is unheard of.

Usually we pick someone thoroughly undeserving of the torture (Eric, Shawn…), hand them a camera and put them through a rigorous endurance test by  demanding to see every picture they take. We argue over each one, Jen rearranges my hair 2-3 times and the room 3-4 times, she finds the best angle and then says to them “Can’t you stand somewhere higher so we’re looking up instead of down? What’s with this lighting? I think we need something closer/further away/darker/better…” The last time Eric was pressed into service he demanded a protein bar and a bottle of water half way in.

I guess we decided to torture ourselves instead because we spent Friday night eating mediocre tapas food at a new(ish) restaurant in town that I can’t really recommend because the food was only ok

Plus they had live musicians on the patio playing at yell-across-the-table loudness levels. We wanted to sit on the patio so Jen asked the hostess if they could turn the music down and the hostess said “oh no, that’s all their equipment. We can’t do anything about it.” When we got to our inside table Jen just looked at me with deep exasperation and said “What does she mean she can’t do anything about it? I’m going to empower her to go tell them to turn it down! Oh Lord, I sound so old.”

It certainly didn’t help that all their song choices fell into the smarmy 70’s “let’s get it on in our satin sheets” category. And at first glance these guys looked like Lionel Ritchie on guitar

and Mr. Miyagi on keyboards, but I’m sure both those men have better things to do than torture us with music that should have died 30 years ago.

Anyway, bygones.

The rest of the weekend was much more successful

Queso Fundido

involving a lot of food and drink


As well as pedicures, shopping, lattes, late nights telling stories and hanging out and a morning matinee of the last Harry Potter movie

which I’m happy to say was good and equally happy to think is the last one. I feel that the world is ready to move on to something else, as long as it isn’t Twilight

It’s been a long time since Jen and I have gotten to hang out for a weekend


without the excuse of a major event like a wedding

Or a baby (stop decorating me, mama!)

Which made it all the more fantastic. The sooner it happens again, the better.