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birthday bliss

This past Saturday, I turned 29…

…again!

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This is actually my…

4th year turning twenty-nine

…which means I’m getting REALLY good at celebrating my “youth.”

{you do the math}

I must say my friends, my birthday felt especially sweet this year.

“Sweeter than your hot-chocolate-flight & bag-o-donuts at Denver’s D-Bar?” …you might just be asking yourself.

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{excuse me while I lick the gooey marshmallow goodness off my upper lip…Mmmmm!}

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Amazingly, yes…there were two things that totally managed to top that sweetness.

No. 1)  Sister Lisa flew to Denver to help me celebrate my 32nd 27th birthday!

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Conveniently she had work meetings in Co. Springs last week and was able to stay a few extra days!  We took advantage of the 50-degree weather with a trip to the Garden of the Gods where Lisa lifted up this huge rock to rescue a box of kittens.

Talk about a Hallmark moment.

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She also gave me a cozy Young Life blanket.  {It IS my 25th birthday afterall}

…which obviously also doubles as a cape.

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And then, in a desperate attempt to turn back the clock and save my youth, we got pedicures and did facials!

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I think we look better already…

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 No. 2)  The sweetness continued with a Ladies Brunch with some of my favorite women here in Colorado!

DSC00822I requested brunch in Evergreen, CO – a picturesque mountain town in the Rockies.  The restaurant overlooks Evergreen Lake where families were ice skating under the falling snow…so pretty!12257294-ice-skating-on-evergreen-lake-in-evergreen-colorado

The food and view were amazing, but the company was even better!  They had written me the kindest birthday cards, and gave thoughtful gifts…

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…and THEN they gave me one last card to open.  To my surprise, the envelope was FULL of cash, and it simply said:

Buy yourself a new pair of dress shoes!

I was so taken off guard…I totally started to cry!!!  A few weeks ago one of the girls asked me how the transition into a left shoe was going.  I briefly mentioned it was good…but hard.  I am limping and know I need to spend the money to buy a really nice pair of dress shoes for work.  Every day I look online at these beautiful, EXPENSIVE dress shoes…and desire to find the balance between being financially responsible, and yet also take care of my ankle during recovery.

It was such a brief conversation, I hadn’t thought twice about it. Secretly, these amazing friends had rallied together to bless me.  It was one of the most touching, kind and caring things I could imagine!

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Many out-of-state friends added to the “sweetness” of my 24th birthday with texts and voicemails…along with the UPS guy dropping off a “Birthday in a Box”.  No, the UPS man wasn’t IN the box, unfortunately.

That’s a whole other kind of party. 

The box was from my parents, complete with napkins, birthday candles {oops I accidentally wrote birthday cankles…I’ve got enough of those, thank you}, and some fun gifts!

I feel like the luckiest 23-year-old in the world.

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Hey, a girl’s entitled to a birthday wish, right? 

xoxo Muah! xoxo

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christmas. {i know, i know}

I realize it’s 41 days after Christmas.  But some holidays you’re high on Percocet and blogs just simply don’t get posted.  It happens to the best of us.  Which means… …it happened to me.  But no worries.  I’m totally into being fashionably late and refuse to let 41 days stop me.  Without further ado, please…

pin the cankle on the hot brunette

I have not worn a left shoe since I walked into ankle surgery November 16th, 2012. …until yesterday. Pull out the confetti, inhale some helium and pin the Cankle on the Hot Brunette {me, duh}, because progress like this deserves a party! And some sweet new kicks.  Enter “adventure with jen.” Several days ago my…

i just wanted nylons

The bottom of my pink and white striped pajama pants are currently sitting above my kneecaps.  Note: they are not capris…they are not shorts…they are pants.  You may be wondering how they could possibly be so short.  And the both logical and true reason for this is that they have somehow worked their way up…

my chest is getting bigger

I am loved.  Note: I did not say I am loveable.  But for whatever reason, I am loved, nonetheless. {uh, don’t argue with me…I’ve got crutches and I know how to use them.  See what I mean?  *nasty-scary-hormonal* watch out.} Sure, I’ve got loveable qualities…like my good looks, my passion for hot pink nail polish,…

Tall. Vanilla. Half-Calf.

No, that’s not my coffee order.  That’s me.  Tall. Vanilla.  And most recently…Half-Calf. I wasn’t quite sure how long it would take for the inevitable muscle loss to set in.  But for the first time today, I noticed it.  My left calf is now…sigh…a Half-Calf.  Apparently 16 days is all it takes folks.  Sixteen days…

life on three legs

Give me a P!  Give me an A!  Give me and EYE!  Give me an N! What does it spell?  PAEYEN! Well, that’s how people on Percocet spell pain anyways. If you haven’t heard the news, things were worse than expected. Once I was happily anesthetized – {drooling uncontrollably, no doubt} – and my ankle…

Laughter is good medicine…but Percocet is better medicine.

Well, here I am.  One week post-op and I can clearly see that things are going to get worse before they get better.  What was once just My Cankle has now turned into FrankenCankle, a swollen, useless mess of a body part. Black, blue, purple, green, orange, red…you name it, this thing is every color…

i think i’m ready

In less than 28 hours I’ll be rolling into the hospital wearing sweats and signing my consent to things like “potential death, paralysis, and amputation…”  In less than 30 hours I’ll be lying on a stretcher being wheeled into a sterile room and given drugs that will make me feel oh-so-good for those 3 seconds…