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Sunday, September 9, 2012


It's been quite awhile..I'll be truthful, I became disenchanted with Blogger. 
Every time I tried to blog, something would happen and my post would disappear or something crazy. It was taking up far too much of my time to figure out what was going on. Hence, discouragement...
I'm over it...I'm switching some things up on here and gonna give it another go! 

I took this picture last year at the 10 Year Memorial Service for Sept. 11th. This flag was huge and I was little kid mesmerized by it. There is something really beautiful about flags and the way they move in the wind...

 I lived in Upstate NY in September 2001. I had just started my junior year of college. 
I was driving to my first class and had just parked my car when news of the first crash came over the radio. I thought it was a commercial or fake or something...I sat in my car for a few seconds in shock then called home and woke up my mom to tell her to turn on the tv.
College was utter chaos...professors and students all over the place trying to get in touch with their families. Cell phone service was horrible and we were glued to the news in the college center. It was hard to concentrate in class and just as hard for the professors to teach..To be quite honest, I could go on and on of the details of the day, almost as clear as it was last week...

I know that I will never will forget that day and how it unfolded and I know I've looked at life differently every since then... 


Wednesday, July 27, 2011

30 going on 15.

Holy Cats. Have you guys ever checked out

  I actually despise cats..(sorry, furball lovers!)..I'm not sure why that statement was first to come out of my mouth.. but ok here is the deal...
  I have yet to make an account on Pinterest for the very reason that I fear I will get addicted and spend far too much time on the site but then a bestie of mine recommended to me. 

Pinterest what?


If you loved love making collages of fashion or interior design ideas as a high schooler, college student, mommy who is turning 30 tomorrow..ahem...this is your site. It is relatively easy to use with limitless possibilities of making virtual collages. You can search for accessories,shoes and pretty much any article of clothing by colors or keywords and the majority of items on the site also list a price and store or website that you can buy the item on. All the things you need to inspire the perfect outfit for your next special event.
And of course, you can share any of your creations on your social network site of choice or blog and people can "like" them. 

Some of you may already be aware of this loveliness and are saying "girl, where have you been?!" However, if you are fashionably late to the game like me, go check it out but don't say I didn't warn you.

Honey, I'm hooked...

I'm just wondering now if Chris would mind me printing them out and scattering them across the bedroom walls...
With scotch tape. For old times sake.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Ohhh, Say Can You Seeeeeee!

I always get a little "homesick" during this weekend. 
I'm a granddaughter of Veterans who grew up to be a Marine Corps wife and July 4th has always been one of my favorite holiday weekends to celebrate with family & friends. 

Don't get me wrong...I don't wear flag earrings and the Old Navy shirts but I'd consider myself pretty patriotic. I am not always proud of things that happen in America but I am very proud to BE an American. I love our country and I am thankful to my family members and friends that have served in our military. Being in the military isn't a job, it is a way of life and there are many that would not sacrifice and be a part of this. I am honored to know these people and be of them. With that being said...

Enjoy your freedoms & Happy Independence Day!

Go have a watermelon eating contest, run barefoot with your children, have a cold beverage in the sunshine & light some sparklers at nightfall! 

                 One of my favorite quotes...

"Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same. " ~Ronald Reagan

                      Oh, and my sweet girl.
                   (Boogabee, June 2010)

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The sticky stuff...

I'm still here.
I think...
I finally sat down and typed out my thoughts about the last few months & the next time that I logged on to finish, the post was gone. I promise you that I saved it. Man-eyyyy times. Harsh.
Soooo...I'm thinking one of a few things...
A.) Either Blogger hasn't seen the best of days since I have made this blog (gotta love the mysterious world of computers and the intra-net).
B.) I have the worst luck as a blogger.
C.) Blogging just isn't meant to be for me. 

I like to think it is "A". Hence, me logging back in a few days later and presenting you with this post!

It's one of those rough patches in life right now...
While Boogabee & I were visiting in NY at the end of March, my grandmother went into the hospital, was diagnosed with cancer, sent home to "be comfy"and passed away... all in a span of three weeks. My 2.5 week visit for a baby shower quickly turned into a 5 week visit filled with some priceless moments of laughter, bonding and sadness. In those 5 weeks, I was amazed, happy, sad, thankful, overwhelmed, some. I spent more time with my grandmother and the rest of our family than I have since I got married almost 7 years ago. My dad has 7 brothers & sisters, so there are lots of us (!) and the majority would get together for meals, look at pictures, tell stories... 
So many crazy things fell into place for me to even be up there with family at this hard time. It boggles my mind and reduces me to tears at how it worked out that I was up visiting. It was obviously in the big guy's plan for us to be there. I can't put into words how grateful I am.

My sister, and two of my cousins (daughters of some of the seven mentioned above) are a few of my best-est-est friends. Many years ago, our family started calling the four of us "YaYa's" and it stuck. Two of us are married with daughters (and yes, we were pregnant at the same time..our daughters are 3 months apart!), my sister is not married/has no children yet and the other yaya is engaged and gave birth to her first child on May 3rd. It was for her baby shower that we had flown to NY for originally. 
Towards the end of her pregnancy, she became severely preeclamptic and developed HELLP syndrome so she was induced. Aiden Joseph was born 4.5 wks early with a severe intraventricular hemmorhage. He lived for one week. 
I can't exactly put into words what I think or feel. I can only imagine it is ten gazillion times worse for my yaya. There are alot of questions unanswered still and our birthing situations could have almost been interchangeable. I cry often and I hug Avery a whole tighter. I can't watch the schnasty late nite reruns of "16 & Pregnant" anymore. It makes me upset because it doesn't seem fair that those girls get to have their babies. (And you know, honestly, I don't miss it at all...) 

We didn't have a chance to catch our breathes from the first loss to have it be topped by an even greater, more tragic loss. I'm not angry with God for putting all of us through these events, but I have questioned how much sadness one can stand in a short amount of time. I pray for my dad, aunts & uncles who no longer have a parent on earth and I try not to think about what that is like. I thank God for letting me know my grandmother for almost 30 years and for her to see and play with Avery. And I thank God for making me be a part of this awesome family and in turn being able to surround my daughter with these people.  I pray for understanding and happiness for my yaya in the months and years to come. She will be forever changed. I believe we all will...
Though, thru all the tears, this quote has been stuck in my head.

Where Hope Grows, Miracles Blossom.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Life is too short.

I'm not down with people that thrive on complaining. 
We all know people like this.
Sometimes, I even catch myself falling into the trap of making something small into something huge or feeling like bad things keep piling up.
Pity party for one anyone?
But, as I get older, as each day passes with each new moment of not knowing what will be next, 
I think there is one question to let marinate...

At the end of the day, in the big picture....Is it all really worth it?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


My head feels like it wants to explode.
Like from the bottom of my nose to the top of my head is one huge pressure cooker. Ugh. 
Due to this, I've come to the conclusion that pollen is sprinkled by the devil. Yup.
My car is no longer a pearly slate grey but this dusty yellow sprinkled thing.
Everywhere you look, stuff is covered in this devil dust. Everything.
There is a yellow haze in the air.
I SHOULD know better. I could own stock in Zyrtec and suphedrine. 
My sinuses are reminding me of this sad fact. 
The warm weather & sunshine draws me outside...I just can't help it. 
I checked the pollen count for today and found for the whole month of March it will be...
dun, dun, dun....High. With a peak on Friday at "Very High". Go figure. 
Pure torture.
I. Cant. Stand. The. Throbbing.
Boogabee is sleeping, she is teething and is running a low grade fever. Poor baby, I wish I could grow teeth for her...I gladly would. Maybe my sinuses are also having sympathy pains...
So, what I really SHOULD do is take advantage of this nap & lay down myself..

Brilliant idea. Toodles!

Oh, have I told you?

I despise pollen.