Category Archives: On Life


We all get cravings. Like wanting a gyro at 5am. The need for a new pair of shoes, a glass of chocolate milk. Whatever it may be, we all get ’em.

Well for me a few weeks ago, it was fried chicken. I literally could not stop thinking about it. But I am not one to run to KFC and pick up a bucket. Oh no, I had to make it myself.


Lucky for me, a good friend shared his family’s recipe and it came out super yummy! I can’t wait to make it again


2 cups buttermilk

2 tablespoons hot sauce (I used Frank’s)

1 tablespoon salt

2 chickens, cut into 8 pieces ( I used a package of drumsticks and bone in breasts with skin still on)

2 cups flour

1 1/2 teaspoons backing powder

1 teaspoon black pepper

1 teaspoon paprika

5 cups vegetable oil, or shortening for frying (I used peanut oil)


1. In an extra-large zip lock bag, combine buttermilk, hot sauce and 1 tsp. salt. Add chicken pieces, turning to coat. Seal bag, pressing out excess air. Place bag in a bowl; refrigerate for 2-24 hours to marinate, turning bag over once.

2. In a pie plate or bowl, stir flour, baking powder, pepper, paprika and remaining 2 tsp. salt until well mixed. Remove a few pieces of chicken buttermilk mixtures and shake off excess liquid. Add chicken to flour mixture, turning to coat well. Place chicken on wire rack set over waxed paper, without letting pieces touch. Repeat with remaining chicken pieces, using a 2nd rack if necessary; let stand 15 minutes to set coating. Discard buttermilk mixture.

3. Meanwhile, preheat oven to 250 degrees F. Line two large cookie sheets with paper towels. Divide oil between 2 12-inch skillets, ( about a 1/2 inch in each skillet) and heat over medium heat until about 360 degrees on a deep fry thermometer.

4. Add 4 pieces of chicken, skin side down, being careful not to crowd pieces, to each skillet. Cover skillet and cook until chicken is light golden brown on the bottom, 4 to 5 minutes. Turn pieces over and cook, covered (reducing heat if necessary) for 8-10 minutes (for white meat, 13 to 15 for dark meat), turning pieces every 4 to 5 minutes. Chicken is done when well browned on all sides and juices run clear when thickest part is pierced with the tip of a knife. Transfer chicken to lined cookie sheets to drain. Keep warm in oven and repeat with remaining chicken.


Steps 1 and 2 complete! Ready to get fried

Not that I’m a health nut, but I knew I wanted to keep the sides light. I served it with fresh corn on the cob, sliced tomatoes and cucumber salad.



What are you craving?


Take Risks

I’ll be the first to admit it, I am a total sucker for New Year’s. There is something about new beginnings that really get me. My birthday evokes the same feelings. Acknowledging what I am doing well, and making goals ( I hear other people call them “resolutions”) for areas where I can improve.

2011 was a very big year for me, and going back on the Eve of NYE, it was exciting to see how many of these goals I had set for myself I actually accomplished. This year is no different. I love my life, it’s wonderful and fulfilling. I am blessed beyond belief, and I know it. And I know, there is room for improvement and room for something else

If 2011 taught me anything, it’s that playing it safe gets you no where. If you had told me a year ago I would have an entirely different career and it all started by taking a teeny tiny risk, I would have told you that you had lost your mind because I don’t take risks. But I did, and it paid off.

So, I am taking another risk. This one is a little bigger, a heck of a lot scarier and the reward could be even bigger! Holy. Shit.

Last year I took major risks in my professional life and now it’s time for me to do the same in my personal life. I am so so excited for the wonderful things to come this year and am looking forward to this first risk and to see what it may lead to.

I still haven’t ridden a mechanical bull, but who knows, maybe this is the year!

Cocktails and Croquet

I have been a bad girl blogger lately. What can I say, I am new to it and if I am being honest, everyone who reads it knows me and what is happening in my life anyway. But, I digress.

This summer flew by, as it tends to. And instead of writing a novel about how wonderful and amazing it was, I will say that the party my roommates and I threw the last weekend of the official summer season sums it up perfectly.

I mean, what isn’t to love about a cocktail party, in the afternoon? With a make your own mimosa or white whine spritzer bar?

And who doesn’t want to attend a pretentious Summer Soiree where all the food is on skewers? (No one, that’s who)

If you don’t like croquet, we may not longer be friends. (Turns out, I am incredibly good at croquet. Who knew?)

In short, it was everything my summer was. Super fun, over the top and a bit, exhausting, but worth every minute and every dime.

Starting over at a Start Up

When last we chatted, I had just left the only career I had ever known. It was hard. I cried. Alot. Even though I knew it was right, it didn’t stop it from being hard. But enough about that.

I was lucky enough to be able to do a complete career 360, and I could not be happier about it! I started over. With a start up. Start -up’s are awesome. The one I work for is the most awesome. It’s awesome that I was offered my full time position while on a walk by the Boulder Creek.

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It’s awesome that after 2 nights at a conference I know I have wonderful new friends from work.

Savvy Blogging Summit

It’s awesome that I am learning SO much. Awesome that I look forward to going to work everday. Awesome that we, as this small company get to are making our own rules, creating our own culture. Awesome that we all sit in one big room where we can bounce ideas off each other back and forth.Awesome that I get to meet and work with so many cool, inspirational people.

Chatting up JD Roth at Savvy Blogging Summit 2011

Is a start up for everyone? No, it probably isn’t. But it’s for me. It’s the perfect place for me. Right now. And that is what life is all about after all. Isn’t it?

A Farwell

There are few things that I am as bad at as goodbyes. Even when I know it’s the right thing, it is still something that is very hard for me. Friends, boyfriends, and now for the first time in my life, my job.

I’ll spare you the details, but for the last four years I worked for an athletic apparel company.

To say I loved it, would be a lie. I liked it, and I was pretty good at it, (athletic apparel runs in my blood.) What I loved, really and truly, were the people. For four years the team of sales rep and the wonderful design team that we worked with became friends. Very close friends. And  today for the first time in four years my Fila Friends are all at sales meetings on the east coast and I am not.

After four wonderfully challenging years I  made the decision to move on to my next adventure. I have felt a whole range of emotions over the last few weeks as I made the decision to change my career path. Mostly,  it is exciting, it is a little scary but what I was most surprised to feel, was sad. Sad to say goodbye to so many friends. People who saw me enter my professional life as a green behind the ears 23 year old, who was probably a little too shy to be in sales. I feel like they watched me grow up, but more importantly, they helped me grow up.

Words cannot express how incredibly blessed I feel to have gotten to know and work with such an amazing, talented and awesome group of people! They taught me so much, not just about the business but about life as well and for that I can only say thank you. I know I would not be the person I am today if I had not had the pleasure of knowing them all.

So, while I sit here at home I am thinking of you all, my Fila Friends and hope that you are drinking a glass of white wine for me at the hotel bar!

A Tale of Two Cities – Literally

It was the best of times (in Boulder), it was the best of times (in Denver).

A Colorado native, I have actually never lived anywhere else. Mostly, because I love it here! More sunny days then San Diego, four complete seasons (usually that is), a close proximity to the mountains (Colorado’s version of the Hamptons, at least in my opinion), the list goes on and on. Not to say that I don’t have the occasional fantasy of living in a Big City somewhere, but my hear belongs in CO.

I lived in Boulder for five years, the four that I attended college at the University of Colorado and the year after I graduated when I was trying to figure out my life. Those years, they were *amazing*. Boulder is such a fantastic city, truly the perfect place for me to go to college. But after graduating I was looking for a different “scene”.  Less dread locks and college students, more Dockers and young professionals.* So, as soon as my finances allowed, I moved to Denver, and I love it! It is a move I have never regretted, even as my work has always kept me at least partially in Boulder.

But lately, on warm summer nights, when dusk doesn’t come ’til after 8 o’clock and work and dinners are over, I feel a slight pang in my chest as I look out at the Flatirons on my drive home.

I had always thoughI would move back to Boulder at some point, when I  we were ready to settle down. But that was with him and I let go of that some time ago and started to think about settling down in Denver, the city I love so much, where all my close friends live. Where I get the big city feel, with everything I love so much about Colorado.

So, why now, after all this time am I missing Boulder so much? I think it’s partially that there are so many amazing people in Boulder that I have had the opportunity to meet over the last six months. A whole new social scene that didn’t exist when I graduated. But it’s not like I am unhappy in Denver now, I still love it! That pang in my chest goes away as soon as I see the city skyline. Is it nostalgia for a simpler time gone by? The grass is always greener syndrome? How can one person feel at home in two places? Am I the only one who feels this way?!

Readers, I want your thoughts!

*When I graduated from college back in 2006, the hip Boulder start up scene didn’t exist

A metaphor for life

They say patience is a virtue.  Unfortunately for me, it is not one I possess. I want what I want, when I want it.

Mister Perfect, I do want you to be, well you know, perfect, but if you could also just appear right now that’d be great.

Career transition, yes, I know I am laying all the ground work and doing all the right things, but can’t it just be transition-ed already?!

In fact, I don’t even enjoy online shopping I am so impatient. Why spend all that money if I don’t get the instant gratification of hanging all my new goodies in my closet. Right. Now.

Unfortunately, the universe does not work on my schedule. And never was that more clear to me then last night. If you live in the greater Denver metro area, the last few days have felt  like we moved to Seattle without our knowledge. Cold, cloudy, rainy.  So, when I left a work dinner last night, I had to get into a cold car. A freezing cold car. And I had no choice other then to be *patient* and wait for my car to warm up. There was nothing I could do but sit there in the cold, until *the car* was ready for it to be warm. A whole 5 minutes later.

It was like the universe was slapping me across the face and saying, “this is a metaphor for your life! Sure you want the car to be warm right this very minute, but guess what? It isn’t and it won’t be, until it’s ready.”

So, I had a choice. I could sit there and be mad that I was cold and curse the cold. Or I could embrace the cold, turn up the music and enjoy the ride anyway. Because the truth of the matter is, as soon as the heat started blasting, I couldn’t even remember the cold that mere minutes before was making me grumpy.

So, there you go. The heater in my car is a metaphor for my life. And I still haven’t ridden a mechanical bull.