But I looked wicked cute in losing, so that’s all that counts…right?
More on the title in a moment, but first let me say THANKS for all the nice comments about my vacation. Maine is a special place, and I know that I’m lucky to be able to escape to a house that’s not only beautiful, but holds so many memories.
I’ve been going to Maine since I was a kid, and whenever I go back, I find pieces of my childhood. We now rent the house out, but the furniture, artwork and most of the furnishings are the same.
This morning, I sent Lucas on his way to New York State — we’re making a quick pit stop for a wedding. He’s beating me up by about 24 hours, which means he gets to go to another piece of heaven without me: Dinosaur BBQ.
Oh, pulled pork, how I love thee!
Now that we are a two-blogger family, there’s a constant battle for the laptop and the “good” camera. I say good because Lucas bought me a new digital camera for my birthday in March, and it’s far superior to the old one, which is now our backup.
But since he was bottling his new batch of home brews (pictures to come on his blog soon), I reluctantly left him my baby and I took the backup. That resulted in a less-than-stellar account of my SUPER exciting blogger meetup here.
We went rock climbing! I joined Meghann, Sarah, Rosie and Mary Beth (whom you may remember from such adventures as Ladies and the Tramp) for an amazing night of indoor climbing, which is oh.my.goodness.so.hard.
Sarah was very patient with us as we tackled belaying, bouldering, top line climbs and more. Do I sound like I know what I’m talking about? Meghann has much better pictures, including one with my butt hanging out, so be sure to check that out. I’ll wait.
(crickets.)
You’re back? Good. The title of this post seemed appropriate because my last climb was so disappointing — I took on a harder route and just couldn’t get past the halfway point. I was slipping, falling off the wall and finally just lost all strength in my arms. But look how cute I was while sweating like a pig and ripping my palms up:
I felt like Niecy Nash wearing that headband all day.

I’m sassy, but she wears her flower better. I got that headband on the cheap at the UCF Farmers Market last weekend, and being a good friend, I spread the love:
Isn’t my friend Jackie freaking adorable?
When I got home last night, my arms were still shaking from the rock climbing, especially my right (dominant) arm, which I used to belay other climbers. I had to write out a message in a card and it was shaky and so weird-looking! Even this morning, I’ve been afraid to lift my coffee cup with my right hand, because I feel like I will drop it.
I’m a little light on food pictures and recaps, but that’s because we’re playing the clean-out-the-fridge game. That has resulted in some interesting food combos, but nothing worth sharing. That should change this weekend!
Have a great Thursday, y’all!


















Ah the Dinosaur. Katy…..you will be missed at lunch today. I haven’t seen you now in what…4 years? I will have pulled pork in your honor. With your healthy lifestyle…the pork will look better on my spare tire!!!
I love the fact that you still use “wicked” despite the fact that you are a transplanted New Englander. It never goes away, does it? I lived in San Francisco for a while and EVERY SF’er teased me for it. Have a WICKED good day!
I love that hair piece!
Very cool girls night.
are you joking? you definitely showed those walls who’s boss!
niecy nash – bahahahaahhahahaaha.
Love the headband! I’d love to go rock climbing but I’m terrified of heights.
I planned to do rock climbing with the family last month, but hubby was a party pooper and didn’t want to participate. BAH!
I’m lovin’ the hair flower thingy.