You might have noticed a change to my site. While It’s been a great two something years as Krista Prada, I think I’d like to change it up a bit. See where this makeover .
Adulting This weekend I went grocery shopping, washed ALL the dishes, clothes and bedding, compiled donation bags, swept, mopped, walked and washed the dog. By Sunday night, my house .
It’s somehow late-June. I’ve just now unpacked from Candler Park Music Festival. The weekdays have been busy preparing for Missoula Children’s Theater that wrapped up .
My favorite thing about concerts, other than the ability to let go of every care in the world and immerse yourself in pure happiness and great music, is the people. I love concerts in .
So I suppose Thursday isn’t technically a weekend, but for me it’s close enough. Lemme tell ya about these little adventures I call weekend wanderings… Thursday, .
I believe it was somewhere between dinner and more corn dip that I heard it. No. Definitely couldn’t be. Is this real life? … Yep. There it was. A full conversation about .
So I’m weird. And my friends are weird. And we decided we would take a weird little road trip once a year. Last year Maggie, Megan, Becca and I spent Memorial Day weekend in Blue .
The fear of missing out. We all have it. You’re reading this now because you either knowingly relate so hard to the title that you are hoping for a self-help post on how to get .