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Weekend Things

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My idea of a perfect weekend includes friends, margaritas, Saturday morning runs, frolicking at the Farmers’ Market, breakfasting with my family, naps and pedicures.  Unfortunately every weekend doesn’t include all of those things.  Fortunately, this weekend included most of them.

This weekend looked a little something like this.

My mom has a lot of good stuff in her Kindle library.  It was hard to narrow it down, but I think I found my next read.

Mom, why do you own this??

We watched Joey’s dog Tonka this weekend.  I slept with one eye open, as I was sure he had been plotting my murder all week.

Saturday morning at the Farmers’ Market.  I couldn’t resist buying pattypans any longer.  If there was a competition for cutest produce, pattypans would win hands down.  Even that name is adorable.  Also, I bought half a dozen tamales for when I’m engulfed in Olympic trampolining and can’t be bothered to do things like make dinner.  Also, I will continue to pronounce tamales as “tame-els.”  I don’t know why.

We went to a wedding on Saturday.  When it comes to weddings, my only concern is whether or not it’s going to be open bar.

It was.  It was also open ice cream bar.  And there were smores.

Sunday included all of the things that make it my favorite day of the week.  Mom-made breakfast with my family.

 

Dachshund time.

And goofing around my sister.  I’m an Olympic piggy-backer.

We also watched this.  And then I imitated it for the rest of the day.

Now as the dread of Monday sets in,  I’m rounding out Sunday with yoga, a quiet dinner at home and some Michael Phelps special coverage.  Enjoy what’s left of your weekend, friends.

 

Best of July

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We have three July birthdays in my family.  And one of them is my own.  I’m destined to love July.  Your birthday month is always your favorite, right?

It’s hard for me to say goodbye to my favorite month, but I’ll send it off with a round up of my favorite moments.

Foster the People at Red Rocks.

Easily, one of my favorite concerts ever.  Easily.  I think it was a combination of having a holiday the next day, being at Red Rocks, amazing-sounding music and vodka lemonades.  Mostly the vodka lemonades.

The 4th of July.

Nothing says summer like pie on the 4th of July.

Despite being so hungover I had to walk my 10K, my nephew telling me, “I don’t like you” and almost all the firework shows being cancelled because Colorado is a hot dry mess, I had a pretty happy 4th of July.

Birthdays.

 My brother’s, mine and my mom’s, respectively.  

I don’t have any family members with birthdays in August.  It’s going to be a boring month.

Red Velvet Cake.

What can I celebrate next that gives me an excuse to eat my mom’s red velvet cake??

The Beach Boys.  At Red Rocks.  On my birthday.

Need I say more?


I won’t even tell you how often I watch the videos I took during “God Only Knows,” “California Girls,” “Barbara Ann” and “Surfin’ USA.”  And I definitely won’t tell you how out on control my dancing was during that last one.  Luckily, Joey kept the camera on the stage…

Moonrise Kingdom.

I might have done a good amount of complaining when Joey made me see this movie.

And then I loved it.  Like really loved it.

This.


My name is Lauren Dorsey, but Fern Dordey is much much funnier.  And this caused everyone to call me Fern for the rest of the week.  I’m doing myself a disservice by posting this and jogging everyone’s memory.

And this.

 Totally unplanned and totally great.

The Boulder Farmers’ Market.

Two years ago, I basically went to the Farmers’ Market every single Saturday.  It got old.  And so did the heat, dogs, strollers and crowds.  Last year I cut back and this year, I think I’ve only been twice.  Which makes it all the more fun when I actually do go.

When the lady at the pupusa tent points out which drinks are “heavily caffeinated” and which aren’t, you better believe I’m reaching for that first kind.  And grabbing breakfast at Mod Market, of course.

Brainard Lake 

Although actually this is Miller Lake, and it’s gorgeous.

And this is what you look like before trouncing through puddles and being hailed on for 20 minutes.  I don’t think we need to see what we looked like after.

Now that July is coming to an end, I’m basically over summer.  Okay, I won’t say over summer, but I will say I’m starting to look forward to boots, sweaters and overdosing on pumpkin-flavored things.

So long, July.