tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46214189060295796112024-02-06T23:33:04.940-05:00my world is painted yellowjust babbles, mindless chatter, spiritual musings and a place to be thankful for a most blessed life, i'll imagine it's yellow...im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-54962199055299982642013-03-28T12:36:00.000-04:002013-03-28T12:36:07.351-04:00maybe i should rename my blog, "the surprising and random blog posts of mrs. fox"? that would definitely be an accurate portrayal...<br />
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i just got back from a whirlwind trip to NYC. it was AWESOME. good food, great, friends, and a glamorous city to be inspired by.<br />
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but when i came home and started to do laundry..i noticed something..since i became pregnant..1. i wear jeans all the time (which is simply ludicrous if you know my style habits) and 2. that i have been wearing a whole lotta black.they say black is slimming, but i'm pretty sure it can't hind my big ol' baby bump..(getting larger errday folks).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">trying on clothes in urban. bought this<a href="http://m.urbanoutfitters.com/mobile/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=26683417&pushId=WOMENS"> lil number</a>..love that it ISN'T maternity :)</td></tr>
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so, my immediate thought was, how do i end this weird fashion slump i'm in..and in for at least 4 more mths?<br />
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cobalt blue shoes.<br />
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i know, the answer was just there! everyone knows that it is the fix to any fashion slump! when winter turns to spring, everyone is looking for bright colors to punch up an outfit. but if i have to stick to my jeans, and black t's (don't doubt that there isn't some sort of funky jacket involved), i can punch up my feet!<br />
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i am a cheapster, for sho, so <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B008SBDZ32/ref=aw_d_var_2nd_shoes_img?ca=B008SBE44G&vs=1">these</a> are the ones i've ordered to try out. if they aren't comfortable, i found <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00APL9JBA/ref=mp_s_a_1?qid=1364487260&sr=8-1&pi=SL75">these Nine Wests</a> that may do as well:<br />
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I liked the Aldo ones better because they had better reviews and the color was brighter. can't wait to get my hands on them..or my feet.<br />
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what is your fashion slump quick fix?im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-8654577989629825072012-09-18T10:43:00.000-04:002012-09-24T13:32:45.308-04:00hey youi started a new blog. i'm scared. it will be more about fashion. finally. and it's a little easier to tell people what the name is. this blog doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.<br />
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so..here goes<br />
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www.beyoubisous.blogspot.com<br />
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I switched to blogspot because tumbler did not allow comments, and was just not as simple as i was hoping. I may end up using my own domain, but above is the address that i am currently using. i am still figuring things out, thanks for your patience :)im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-52532635275651391042012-08-30T16:36:00.002-04:002012-08-30T16:36:31.575-04:00it. is. finished.i feel like my world is complete. it is the finale. nothing left to do, or work for. that's it. life. is. done.<br />
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ok..that may be a tad dramatic..but i'm allowed to be, this is my blog..where i get to vomit drama. (juuuust kidding)<br />
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but i do have something i'm pretty excited to announce...my wonderful chair. the one i envision lying around in and blogging my life away, where i sit and read posh magazines and sip chamomile tea and munching on macaroons.. where i sketch beautiful new clothing in my sketch book..(that is such a dream..if only i could draw...)<br />
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my chaise lounge has arrived...and so have i...<br />
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There is still soooo much to do to this room..but at least it has the chair. i love this chair. i don't know why..i just do.im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-4759578078986636052012-08-10T10:21:00.001-04:002012-08-10T10:22:47.707-04:005 things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>my daily must haves:</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>I put this in my coffee, i drink it plain, i use it in some recipes...i bathe in it..ok that one wasn't true...but i've thought about it!</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>wondering why i slide off of chairs? leave greasy impressions on anything i come in contact with? yeah..well i make be a greasy monkey....but i will age delicately! this stuff is better than lotion. it's great for your skin, makes you glow, prevents wrinkles..and makes me feel LUXURIOUS. seriously..just replace your lotion with this, and watch your skin transform!</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>I only discovered this a little over a year ago..i had heard about it..but $28 for a tube of primer?? what?? OH GURL. get it stat! I wear this every day, and my eye shadow stays on all day! i have also just worn it by itself, with some eye liner, and it keeps my eye lids non greasy and my liner from running.</b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>around 2pm, i started dragging. but i don't want another cup of coffee, i usually have 1 cup of coffee only in the mornings. so this is my pick me up. it is so good! I love that it is hot tea, but leaves a refreshing taste in my mouth..no stank breath with this golden beverage!</b> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>this one right here...has literally revolutionized my life. getting ready never felt so breezy, and you know how i feel about being breezy! i am shocked when i come across someone who doesn't know how wonderful dry shampoo is. like seriously.. GO GET THIS NOW! there are so many brands, this one is my fav so far but hard to find. Suave makes one too that is like $3, it isn't as great for volume like Got2b is, but so cheap. Dry shampoo zaps up all the oil, has a great scent, and adds volume. what?! how is this now one of the world wonders??? i'm going to try the TIGI Rockholic one next, it is supposed to be the best. Not washing your hair has never felt/smelt so good!</b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<b>There you have it! My list of must haves. Please do share your must haves, i'm always looking for new ones!</b><br />
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<b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Be You, Bisous!</b>im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-75726575862424602902012-08-08T12:14:00.004-04:002012-08-08T12:16:04.453-04:00a room with a viewlittle by little. my house is coming together. my little room that i was given 100% control over...is being furnished..it only took a year to pick out fabric for my chaise lounge...but who is counting (besides my husband).<br />
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for those who haven't followed so faithfully...i have a room in my house that is totally mine. i decided last year to make it a tea room..sitting room...reading room...MY room.<br />
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First i cleared everything out of it...it sat empty... <br />
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then i painted it...wait for it....eggplant purple. yeah..then i Repainted it..comfort grey:<br />
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Then..i bought a couch:<br />
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Then..i literally fell apart.<br />
i couldn't make up my mind on anything else for the room. the paint fiasco left me doubting my abilities to decorate. i knew i wanted a chaise lounge..and my sweet friend..who conveniently owns a furniture store..helped me find one...but then i had to decide a fabric?!? what? more decisions. it literally took 1 year. 1 YEAR to pick out a fabric. I would go into the store and pour over countless swatches...i would pick out 2 or 3 and then i was gonna decide. i would ask co workers/family/friends/strangers...which ones they liked...and then i would just end up putting it on a shelf..literally and figuratively. what if i made the wrong decision? so i ended up just not making any decision for a year. oh but i talked about it...all the time. i stared at my room..pictured this chair. i started to HATE the chair. the non existent one sitting un-fabric'ed in my house.. and then about 3 weeks ago..I DECIDED. i picked a fabric. i made a decision. i don't know what i got into me..but i did it.<br />
i love this chair. i better love this chair. everyone better love this chair! ha. and ya know what? the fabric i picked for it..was the one i wanted from the very beginning..the one i let everyone talk me out of. sometimes you just gotta go back to your original thought. it had been my gut feeling. i gotta good gut!<br />
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i debated on my theme in the room...not big on themes, but i like a fun color combo to base my room around..so i chose cherry and mint.<br />
the room will still take time to accessorize (curtains, tables, art, etc) and i will have to choose an accent chair..and...wait for it...a <b>fabric</b> for that....DEAR LORD HELP US ALL.<br />
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But for now, here is what the room looks like sans chaise (haven't gotten it in yet): <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(ignore the HUGE black thing on the left...my husband has been storing work equipment in MY room)</td></tr>
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It's a rough draft..but soon..all of our dreams for this room will come true!!!! ( i say our because you have been so supportive :)<br />
<br />im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-5994861643080970782012-07-03T16:35:00.000-04:002012-07-03T16:35:02.370-04:00vacation part 25 things i have learned while on vacation:<br />
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1. no matter how much i try to tan..including getting spray tanned before vacation (which is a whole other hilarious story)...my husband..will ALWAYS be darker..and he stays in the shade most of the time. life isn't fair.<br />
2. i got a little wild on vacation and drank a diet coke. crazy i know! even crazier..it was after 6pm. yeah..i regretted it. wide awake in bed for hours. kids..rebellion is not the answer.<br />
3. North Carolina is a fantastically diverse and beautiful state. i highly recommend it.<br />
4. Excessive sweat causes you to shower..every day. it is. DREADFUL. no one should shower everyday. no one.<br />
5. my husband looked at me last night and said..."we have hardly anything in common". moral of the story..when opposites attract, it is a real. good. thing. i love that man.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ridiculous. no?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">look at his skin and mine...what???</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">waterfalls are glorious</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I may have pretended i was on a call to catch this shot of the town sheriff. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my husband bought me this hat. so fun!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i conquered this mountain. but i didn't find any Mohicans. sadly</td></tr>
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<br />im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-44008841309896980092012-07-02T18:15:00.001-04:002012-07-02T18:16:53.020-04:00vacation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know what you are thinking...man..this girl takes a lot of vacations. That is partly true. However, This is the first one in a while..that i wasn't also working...ok i didn't work in madrid..but jet lag, combined with the hustle and bustle of a big city..made it not feel like vacation as much.</div>
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We are at Lake Lure with my husband's family. it is awesome. surrounded by mountains. and near a beautiful lake has made this an incredibly relaxing time, not to mention it is where Dirty Dancing was partially filmed..AND Last of the Mohicans! i'm exhausted from all the nothing i'm done. ha. i'm actually realizing how hard it is to just do nothing. but..don't worry..i'm getting very used to it. i haven't worn makeup, fixed my hair, or pretty much looked in the mirror for 3 days. it is awesome.</div>
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<br />im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-67924321189439097032012-06-27T13:50:00.000-04:002012-06-27T13:50:43.011-04:00Clothes Out Saleisn't my title so clever? it will be appreciated more so once you read this post...<br />
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i have a guest bedroom. full of CLOTHES. it is basically my closet. It is a land full of possibilities..and none of it is folded, or properly hung up. if you are anal, and organized. you so wish you could help me right now.<br />
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i've noticed i wear about 1/3 of it too. so i decided to start over. COMPLETELY. i'm selling jewelry, belts, bags, and CLOTHES. it will be insane. i'm nervous. and excited. if i were in "high school musical" my song would be titled "nervous and excited".<br />
but i'm not. so i will just say that.<br />
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i've decided a garage sale isn't my thing. i don't want some stranger discarded that perfectly beaded gem of a necklace...and discarded it like it was RUBBISH. who does he think he is. (ok hopefully it isn't a him).<br />
no, NO sir. i want my friends to enjoy these fabulous finds of mine.<br />
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So i'm throwing a Garden Party!<br />
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I plan on stringing up fishing wire around my cute little backyard and hanging my fancy finds on them. I will drape my scarves around the trees and we will dance around like little fairies with flowers in our hair!<br />
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sound fun? then you should come..and we should be friends!!<br />
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<br />im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-58042824566137655342012-06-25T20:56:00.001-04:002012-06-25T20:56:50.961-04:00music makes me lose controlim a fan of music. i love concerts. and musicians (i married one ;)<br />
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so what is better than a music festival in the summer?<br />
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NOTHING!<br />
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<br />im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-28085403687524660222012-06-14T11:54:00.001-04:002012-06-14T11:54:38.159-04:00#travelagentproblemslast week i was working 24/7. non stop. it was hot. it was sweaty. it was late hours and early mornings. oh..and...it was in st lucia :) try not to hate me...too much..<br />
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St. Lucia is beautiful, and I highly recommend it for a vacation spot. Contrary to what some people may think, I really did work while I was there. And it can be very tiring. But yet, it was in a tropical destination, and how can you be upset when you stare at this instead of your office wall.<br />
I am thankful for these problems :)im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-25977444877784622902012-05-22T13:02:00.001-04:002012-05-23T11:39:42.549-04:00i apologizeit has been a month. eek.<br />
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a lot has been going on, and i wasn't sure about continuing this blog. but..i love blogging and i will continue, it just may go through some changes over the next few months. but..they are all very good changes :)<br />
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there is something very important that i wanted to blog about today. it will be lengthy, but wonderful!<br />
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Here is a story about my favorite day: May 22nd 2009<br />
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it was date night. and i was supposed to dress up. my boyfriend wanted it to be special. normally, when a girl highly anticipating a ring at any moment gets a command like this...she thinks it is the night. but nope not this girl.<br />
i was clueless. after all, he had no money for a ring..this was a fact. he had just poured all his money into his new business.<br />
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it was a friday. and i was having a great hair day...score. it was the most normal of days. my boyfriend came into my office at lunchtime to bring me flowers. incredibly unexpected<br />
.. and i was seriously not suspicious, just thankful that he wanted to make the date perfect in every way. but boy did that set off alarms around my office. all the girls were telling me he was gonna propose that night. i assured them he wouldn't.<br />
i gchatted my sisters and told them that he brought me flowers. they were <strike>freaking out that he would be that obvious</strike> suspicious too. but i assured them. he wouldn't propose. i was <strike>clueless </strike>certain of this.<br />
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i went home and showered. i thought for a second...is tonight the night? nah.<br />
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he picked me up and made the statement without thinking, "you look perfect for tonight". was that when i realized it was tonight? nope. still clueless.<br />
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we ate at a restaurant neither of us had been to. and he was acted super weird. i was like..man..this guy is nuts. i texted my sister.."my boyfriend is a weirdo" no joke. i am so sweet.<br />
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he had planned to take me to a movie later on, and somehow, he figured i wouldn't want to go. crazy. we opted to go to a garden up the street from the restaurant for a walk. honestly, it is just absurd that he knew i would pick that. just absurd.<br />
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we walked around the grounds of this historic house. i had never really been there, but heard the gardens were beautiful. at one point, he paused, and got down on one knee..all of the sudden i panicked. he was tying his shoe. omg. somehow, after this point, i decided it was not happening and to stop thinking about it. and it worked..i became even more clueless.<br />
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i could tell he wanted to do something. and was acted restless, he said, "hey i have an idea"...because i know him so well i said, "if it involves climbing something or breaking and entering, i'm not interested" afterall..i was dressed up. but he looked so disappointed, so i conceded. he wanted to break into the locked garden. he knew a way in. of course he did. but blinded by love, i followed him through an opening in the hedges. it was dark and you couldn't see a thing..but you could smell the flowers. and it smelled amazing. amazing.<br />
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before i could form a thought, or words, my friend Sarah popped out of the bushes, creepily, with a candle in front of her face.<br />
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i'll be honest..my thought was...why are you ruining my date. like i said, i'm so sweet.<br />
she awkwardly said, "i have something to read to you" i was like..ok??. i turned and looked and that boyfriend of mine was literally running in the opposite direction of us. man, that guy is weird.<br />
i turned around and listened to a letter. it was the sweetest thing. she basically wrote down all the reasons why she loved me. how random and sweet! i was so thankful and was about to ask her what was going on..when things got <strike>weirder</strike> sweeter. she led me to my friend Nathan.<br />
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who just spoke from his heart and told me how much he cared about me and his favorite memories of our friendship.precious.<br />
please keep in mind that through this i was laughing and crying and super confused, not only am i sweet. but i am super smart.<br />
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after Nathan was finished, he led me to another person. it was my friend Cara, who had just gotten back from her honeymoon that day!<br />
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as soon as i saw her face. i knew. all of the sudden it all made sense. talk about emotions. she was so sweet and talked to me about our friendship, and why it was special. it was humbling, and lovely all at the same time. after she was finished, she took me to Caris,<br />
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who took me to my brother in law,<br />
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who took me to my sister Anna,<br />
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who took me to my sister Rachel,<br />
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who then took me to my parents,<br />
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My parents told me how they were proud of me, and other sweet stuff, and then said there was one last person who needed to tell me something.<br />
be still. my heart.<br />
and there he was, tears in his eye, love in his heart, and an anticipation full of passion like you wouldn't believe. <br />
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He knew me well enough to know, that what makes me feel special, are my friends. So he chose those closest to me, to just share their thoughts and feelings about why they loved me. he was adamant that they not mention him, or anything to do with marriage. but to strictly honor and love me.<br />
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we had decided early on in our relationship to not tell each other "i love you". only when he was proposing. but we knew we loved each other..it helped confirm that he loved me when his aunt said, "jon told me he loved you"...haha, thanks aunt erin.<br />
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so, sweetly, he held me, there was music playing, thanks to his business partner who was nearby somewhere. we were alone at this point. and he told me about why he loved me, and wanted to be with me forever. and then, so sweetly he said, "i have a question for you"..i was like.."uhuh" he said, "what is the square root of 27?" isn't he special?<br />
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and that was it!<br />
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JUST KIDDING. he asked me to marry him, and got on one knee, and held out the most beautiful ring. i said yes and we kissed. it was magical.<br />
the ring was his grandmothers. she had it on her hand for 52 years, and took it off and gave it to him for me. wow. i love it. it was just what i had described that i wanted to!<br />
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there was a surprise engagement party afterward, and everyone was there. i was on cloud 9. and i got to meet his grandmother for the first time!<br />
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the entire night was perfect. it really was. i am so thankful i said yes. i love that man. with my whole heart!<br />
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my wedding day was great, it was perfect as well. but..i had to plan a lot of it, and the stress level was high. so when people ask what my favorite day was...it was this day, 3 years ago.<br />
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i love you Jonathan. thank you for making me feel like the most loved woman in the world :)<br />
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<br />im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-27658438125388702752012-04-26T14:51:00.003-04:002012-04-26T14:51:57.621-04:00my spanish stomach<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;">i'm posting about Spain. true story.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">this post is all about the food. my <strike>favorite part</strike> nutritional cultural experience. i lost weight surprisingly while I was there, mostly from the walking i'm sure...but don't be worried..i most def gained it all back..and then some..yikes.bikes!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">One of my favorite nights was when we went to this restaurant. It was very indie. and it was freaking insane. It was called Delic..kinda like DELISH. maybe they abbrev there too? nah...</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">one of my favorite things was that your water came in such an aesthetically pleasing way..no plastic bottles here.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my favorite thing was when the meal was ordered for all of us, and out came just about everything on the menu. we all would just share and taste. such a great way to try it all!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is just about the most spanish food you can get. i am very aware of how strange this looks. on the left is a traditional spanish tortilla. i know. weird. it was a cross between a quiche and an omelet. it was basically egg and potato. and YUM. on the right is also a traditional sauce for potatoes or french fries to be dipped in..also fantastic. none of this was healthy. i loved every bite.<br />
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Good morning world!<br />
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this is how i am currently starting off my saturday morning. which started at 8am. because when you are an adult...8am is sleeping in...oy vey.<br />
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but at least we are preparing ourselves for children and early mornings..right?? (insert really nervous laugh)<br />
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Saturdays are typically the day i have a million and 1 things to do. but today..i haven't committed to a thing. so i sit here..eating my fruit salad and drinking my STRONG coffee with dark chocolate almond milk. planning on planning nothing. maybe it will included this:<br />
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whatever happens...<br />
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my day will be Pearfect hope your saturday is too!<br />
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one day..i will show you Spain according to me...one day :)im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-89028234798918526202012-04-18T10:03:00.003-04:002012-04-18T10:21:04.493-04:00this is NOT a post about Spain..i'm sorryI just can't seem to get around to blogging these days. 1. i'm SO tired. is it even possible that after a week and half i'm STILL jet-lagged?? 2. i have so many pictures i want to post..it is kinda overwhelming..ha<br /><br />anyway..i am pretty super stoked about this little ditty i picked up from this adorable shop<br /><a href="http://fancyfrenchcologne.com/">Fancy French Cologne</a><br /><br /><header role="banner" class="clearfix"> <a href="http://fancyfrenchcologne.com/"><img src="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0075/6442/t/3/assets/logo.png?106295" alt="Fancy French Cologne" /></a></header><div role="main" class="content clearfix"><br /><article class="clearfix"> <section id="images"> <ul class="clearfix"><li><div id="wrap" style="top: 0px; z-index: 99; position: relative;"><a style="position: relative; display: block;" href="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0075/6442/products/IMG_54434344.jpeg?106295" class="cloud-zoom" id="zoom1" rel="adjustX: 13, zoomWidth: 359"><img style="display: block;" src="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0075/6442/products/IMG_54434344_grande.jpeg?106295" alt="UTA Necklace" /></a></div></li></ul> </section> <section id="overview"> <h2><br /></h2> <span></span>I am kinda obsessed with jewelry..and when i find unique pieces like this one..i literally have muscle memory to reach for my wallet...(i think this would be something some people shouldn't/wouldn't admit..but i keep it real here)<br /><br />you can use this link and get 25% off, just because i purchased this necklace and i call you my friend!! how great is that???<br /><a href="http://fancyfrenchcologne.refr.cc/FP8RCX6" target="_blank">http://fancyfrenchcologne.<wbr>refr.cc/FP8RCX6</a><br /><br />i am loving some of the following items on here:<br /><a href="http://fancyfrenchcologne.com/collections/accessories/products/libby-convertible-backpack-satchel">This</a>, oh and <a href="http://fancyfrenchcologne.com/collections/clothing/products/mila-dress">THIS</a>, <a href="http://fancyfrenchcologne.com/collections/clothing/products/mason-open-back-top">this</a> as well, and lastly <a href="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0075/6442/products/FCC_July24_2011-6345_adj.jpeg?106295">this</a><br />but..for now..i'll just wait for my necklace to arrive..with a LOT of anxious love!<br /><br />you are welcome :)<br /></section></article></div>im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-91971818792561619362012-04-13T08:11:00.004-04:002012-04-13T08:37:15.059-04:00hysterical moments in the life of mewe interrupt the scheduled madrid posts for some <strike>historical</strike> hysterical moments you should hear..straight from the horses mouth (this reference makes me feel teethy)<br /><br />my skin can be a little sensitive sometimes...this is a more recent development in the last few years...it all started with mono. the DREADED bout of mono. i had it for a YEAR. but not only did i have the worst possible case of mono, i also had a large rash all over my body..which also lasted about 6 mths.<br />ya'll..i felt like life was ending. but during the rash i had to throw out everything i knew about skin care at that point (please in your head reference mitch hedbergs joke about slip covers..google it if you don't know it)<br />i tried everything. expensive crap too..and eventually it just disappeared..right before spring break..THANK THE LORD.<br /><br />Since then, i've still been careful. i am obsessed with coconut oil currently. i am a greased up animal in that stuff...and i love it...my skin has never felt/looked so great (tip:any type of starter tan you may have will last much longer with your skin is hydrated from the inside out so lots of water to drink plus coconut oil)<br /><br />which brings me to this hysterical moment in my life recently:<br />there is a pretty great hand lotion a lot of my friends/coworkers use<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5OZhKS_BBfwbTh1ogeBBdBaYpOsDt6jYituNe71IbX3mejiLiC_cQUzWh3HXwbsmUoxrPKfv_IpTixFuguHg6alxRcG6L3f11AByMFQpJDSycNq6u7rTF18pcwp-dUrFVMP8TEPFP0mo/s1600/BBWSheaCashmereHandCream.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5OZhKS_BBfwbTh1ogeBBdBaYpOsDt6jYituNe71IbX3mejiLiC_cQUzWh3HXwbsmUoxrPKfv_IpTixFuguHg6alxRcG6L3f11AByMFQpJDSycNq6u7rTF18pcwp-dUrFVMP8TEPFP0mo/s400/BBWSheaCashmereHandCream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730859872208559122" border="0" /></a>It is pretty awesome for dry hands during the winter...well during christmas sales i scooped up some "body lotion" of the stuff..i was thinking..i mean this stuff is awesome for my hands..why not my WHOLE body??<br />I was a little apprehensive to use it..but i went for it anyway..what happened was quite disturbing. i put it on after the shower a few times..and this strange filmy scaly skin started to happen. and it was itchy..i freaked and immediately stopped using it..after time the SCALY skin went away...so gross.<br />So, i being the sweetest friend ever..offered said lotion to my roomie Kelly.<br />Her response, "you are generously giving me your lotion that made you scaly?? how sweet" i realized after she said that, how it appeared. IN my defense, i knew her skin wasn't sensitive like mine and SOMEONE needed to enjoy this luxurious skin softener. As i explained to her why it didn't work for me..she points out something pretty helpful...the "body lotion" was in all actuality, SHOWER CREAM. yep. you put it on your body..and WASH IT OFF.<br />which would explain why IT GAVE ME A FILMY RASH.<br /><br />you would think that i would pay more attention to what i rub all over my body.<br /><br />oh well. anyone want it?? :)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5OZhKS_BBfwbTh1ogeBBdBaYpOsDt6jYituNe71IbX3mejiLiC_cQUzWh3HXwbsmUoxrPKfv_IpTixFuguHg6alxRcG6L3f11AByMFQpJDSycNq6u7rTF18pcwp-dUrFVMP8TEPFP0mo/s1600/BBWSheaCashmereHandCream.jpg"></a>im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-59296766895416509192012-04-12T08:28:00.008-04:002012-04-12T08:54:42.498-04:00Retiro Parksince i've been home i've been dealing with a difficult question.<br />everyone is asking it. and now i've been asking myself....<br />"What was your favorite thing you did?"<br />oy vey the pressure to say something remarkable is upon me everytime!<br /><br />ok. honestly...my down time with Clemence was by far the best. sitting and laughing and talking about life..hearing her <span style="font-style: italic;">very different</span> perspective on life, and just being besties.<br /><br />BUT. this hasn't sufficed the masses who have asked me this question. because, after all, i did just spend a week vacation in Spain.<br />So, my next few posts will be about my favorites in no particular order..or fashion :)<br /><br />Retiro Park sits in the middle of Madrid..basically it is their version of Central Park...but it was definitely there first :)<br /><br />Crystal Palace:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOk-lJbBwgihbIllg3jDTsGBYwjAe4sUprxQQji6LGLuOBsbqTmZjqDgd8Vc4nfVjBS8ox0EQzuUmADBLYy73-ri38Orn_foLiJCuggaB5JuIAU1avNdyfBhuQX53PwqnvaMe8_w1ehUY/s1600/photo1"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOk-lJbBwgihbIllg3jDTsGBYwjAe4sUprxQQji6LGLuOBsbqTmZjqDgd8Vc4nfVjBS8ox0EQzuUmADBLYy73-ri38Orn_foLiJCuggaB5JuIAU1avNdyfBhuQX53PwqnvaMe8_w1ehUY/s400/photo1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730492634926919874" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdxrA8dauvRV4Xvz37PAdzHX0Mdat8tNt9Vdh0N7f_TB75lh0Bex7XvGphzsgfBoZq4HrUakCuHKUdSZD_iL7jnG6BI3oyk641F9UAfGPt3eogVBKeTO38GXsXLMeWwYWZU-b0W3_Q0I/s1600/photo3"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdxrA8dauvRV4Xvz37PAdzHX0Mdat8tNt9Vdh0N7f_TB75lh0Bex7XvGphzsgfBoZq4HrUakCuHKUdSZD_iL7jnG6BI3oyk641F9UAfGPt3eogVBKeTO38GXsXLMeWwYWZU-b0W3_Q0I/s400/photo3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730492934823361954" border="0" /></a>This inside was covered with this strange paper..i thought it was so protection from the sun or something...Clemence laughed and said it was simply "art"..oh..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj9ba13o3TNk3dpUOKH06Ay-j72Tbe4NZzqoiT9mhNDSALIyXavOKF1ALHNb8-bsbQOd1j3QNNNbhdxa4EqDJ5chiqhvbCTzCzRvrrBs68j4NomzpB2kgupe_u269CVefpSB4OTWiFP6U/s1600/photo4"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguU-B2PUq6zhmnkOi9ZozZokp6x35wQUeRZ_hvVmHvUSFRCZAjxqWTSEKRILwD09eFwgm-IkBpsEEm6rC3IV8z7Mkvyc1HcWgPjOyHfRO0NTA9RiXwxVOteOPSMntT6xqEOjfEH8YSIG4/s400/boat" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730495761928447090" border="0" /></a>more difficult than i'm making it appear...way.more.difficult. we could not stop laughing. nor could we figure out how to stop going in circles.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiuFDSrb4Khsoy1_Cl5HIjFDLtKwahYFsKm03i6h_aZf9vP0g5cUHUADtdazSHv47Ujg7CdxdRVB7uy4_ChmmdSmsR-enIwE5uoIGwGAw8zaBnEpOYEX9nWrb0rxdyAcwFmiS4yQeXFBs/s1600/me"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiuFDSrb4Khsoy1_Cl5HIjFDLtKwahYFsKm03i6h_aZf9vP0g5cUHUADtdazSHv47Ujg7CdxdRVB7uy4_ChmmdSmsR-enIwE5uoIGwGAw8zaBnEpOYEX9nWrb0rxdyAcwFmiS4yQeXFBs/s400/me" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730496123189246754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">*i'm sure you see how beast i am in this pic. i mean, look at those ripped arms. so rowing this boat should have been easier...yeah..*</span>im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-34108100606316525592012-04-10T08:17:00.002-04:002012-04-10T08:26:02.811-04:00if you are wondering.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYpXn9LhEHGg9cphNUpTkj5fdI8S4Ap9wcV46dfK3GzuENJBxCiAAhyphenhyphenaYdyOM5M4Ya361-0gQyziTydT3EiALKUXyKinIrNpTSME9ExEefRTJvYfqrkt23vQqnWRnLYyoNvikaHL7UvA/s1600/540204_10100647870324600_12911586_50744963_507089760_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYpXn9LhEHGg9cphNUpTkj5fdI8S4Ap9wcV46dfK3GzuENJBxCiAAhyphenhyphenaYdyOM5M4Ya361-0gQyziTydT3EiALKUXyKinIrNpTSME9ExEefRTJvYfqrkt23vQqnWRnLYyoNvikaHL7UvA/s400/540204_10100647870324600_12911586_50744963_507089760_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729747299430617762" border="0" /></a><br />where the heck i am in this world...<br /><br />i am home. trying to figure out what time it is. my body has gone a little crazy.<br /><br />annnnnd...i have a cold. thank you recycled airplane air.<br /><br />Madrid was fantastic. we did everything and nothing. i have a ton of pictures to prove it.<br /><br />i'm sorry i didn't blog while i was there, and kept you all in such great suspense...BUT..<br /><br />i mean...how can one sit in front of their computer when the great country of Spain was before them???<br /><br />yeah...i thought you would understand.<br /><br />So..Stay tuned as i hold you in suspense yet again...<br /><br />posts about Spain are to come!!!im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-45985591879870193222012-04-01T17:16:00.018-04:002012-04-01T17:59:06.693-04:00hola!2nd full day in Madrid..i'm exhausted!<br />i have no idea how to even cover my trip with words and it is only the 2nd day! Soooo here are some pictures!<br /><br />Drive into the city:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXKpsdGlwqqutsyzQca9Qsb66pZZ1l3gXbPyQRMNbXsd8IPjAvdi93PmMLrw7zQehkkceM-7kpGD9IBKucS8EAkh1uJx9jsm4YyzBqywiulMEn3Eps6uOGAs03Wbe_egg13-m-QNrtYA/s1600/street"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXKpsdGlwqqutsyzQca9Qsb66pZZ1l3gXbPyQRMNbXsd8IPjAvdi93PmMLrw7zQehkkceM-7kpGD9IBKucS8EAkh1uJx9jsm4YyzBqywiulMEn3Eps6uOGAs03Wbe_egg13-m-QNrtYA/s400/street" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726547335242417666" border="0" /></a>Spanish Nightclub:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ3T-0_xl9VM6uhbP2mlSf7ohlKc_CmiqTpSO9Ypy8UaJi3DoRszu2wevncyJaAkd0_YcG6D1nj1G_rJZ3MTUuEUqeZHsVj4QdQ6JiMd3DyCZ70DqKjRSIoTVY3PL323Yeg4jNwI8jnEg/s1600/nightclub"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ3T-0_xl9VM6uhbP2mlSf7ohlKc_CmiqTpSO9Ypy8UaJi3DoRszu2wevncyJaAkd0_YcG6D1nj1G_rJZ3MTUuEUqeZHsVj4QdQ6JiMd3DyCZ70DqKjRSIoTVY3PL323Yeg4jNwI8jnEg/s400/nightclub" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726547805078225874" border="0" /></a>Strange and wonderful vintage shopping:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRd9nuqrobsa8nSFgpFkbAg5H-c-0h0L3-vaXJJSkitV-o3rtk6-LaqL8MLSTKOxmCl_nb1NBKau5SvSaRlg3WwGCY6SsHjg5r_hheuDG2ZPHMOJ3osJBX4EaJPGy0GqdMkPXWOZSNVpg/s1600/birdcage"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRd9nuqrobsa8nSFgpFkbAg5H-c-0h0L3-vaXJJSkitV-o3rtk6-LaqL8MLSTKOxmCl_nb1NBKau5SvSaRlg3WwGCY6SsHjg5r_hheuDG2ZPHMOJ3osJBX4EaJPGy0GqdMkPXWOZSNVpg/s400/birdcage" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726548410404369362" border="0" /></a>Abandoned looking buildings....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrlUOXzvO42LOzk8EwtjFD6yZpq6PbZQd6G-BM_y_4_Glu8LN8le2EGYKd4lpkEKNIX849h0u3Zv_UZ4NzGruKqTBu9_C1BHj81NmLFmXSOFSeL1m_pWFvRACisf_q9pGhTgLJJgE8YE/s1600/restaurant1"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrlUOXzvO42LOzk8EwtjFD6yZpq6PbZQd6G-BM_y_4_Glu8LN8le2EGYKd4lpkEKNIX849h0u3Zv_UZ4NzGruKqTBu9_C1BHj81NmLFmXSOFSeL1m_pWFvRACisf_q9pGhTgLJJgE8YE/s400/restaurant1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726549087045406786" border="0" /></a>That lead to magnificent rooftop restaurants:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0ndZTrQdiKztSdWaSFOPn0PgCN1KAwrf3axUlXFx6LDcGly0FwC4ZSnj76Otvqslr_coYJI1siyrhuTj2OPrXVV7CtVC1cfB0_sVsoD16f8mdHCHyoIKU8z3omtzoPzahVl_lrSruT4/s1600/restaurant"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0ndZTrQdiKztSdWaSFOPn0PgCN1KAwrf3axUlXFx6LDcGly0FwC4ZSnj76Otvqslr_coYJI1siyrhuTj2OPrXVV7CtVC1cfB0_sVsoD16f8mdHCHyoIKU8z3omtzoPzahVl_lrSruT4/s400/restaurant" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726554797489359890" border="0" /></a><br />Where you order "scrambled eggs with ham" and get a friend egg on top of lima beans, with french fries decorating the top?:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQER2Pv3jndimCnQm8K8nzKSt1D9xSse6NYMwFF0CB3vSiGQDmrvHBonut9VholCsi28hLncC7L_5niumL9SvssR0ApWlRchElgxtynGTMqHAjj1n4vyzPpGmc7OwJ23aBleMTqG7W2Yw/s1600/food"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQER2Pv3jndimCnQm8K8nzKSt1D9xSse6NYMwFF0CB3vSiGQDmrvHBonut9VholCsi28hLncC7L_5niumL9SvssR0ApWlRchElgxtynGTMqHAjj1n4vyzPpGmc7OwJ23aBleMTqG7W2Yw/s400/food" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726548707938226226" border="0" /></a>Museum for a history of Ballet exhibit:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiUw630i8Sc5TpuW9bekCrBU7DBaqlbj9bqje0JbCh97PEDdv7gnqrgqvYrFEHV3IX-l3srL08JnFrYgT4E_qJqcWTHB66hc4yjk141p2Nfnpn6NiPc-uiq9CRMhEqXpvXNA0zMmdVJQ/s1600/museum"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiUw630i8Sc5TpuW9bekCrBU7DBaqlbj9bqje0JbCh97PEDdv7gnqrgqvYrFEHV3IX-l3srL08JnFrYgT4E_qJqcWTHB66hc4yjk141p2Nfnpn6NiPc-uiq9CRMhEqXpvXNA0zMmdVJQ/s400/museum" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726548904948248066" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiauAQi-VN1v0IjpgHahVzbdogiZCW_222S0a32PyxqoQ-j7HEmjDXRLyxr4q9-SSrjphEKGA5BkeTeMuBCaScDe6LXzFMoP2rQRU-ndtIultonjgmJc4MqOfQz0kXzkQP_jdNvxvRlT70/s1600/ballet1"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiauAQi-VN1v0IjpgHahVzbdogiZCW_222S0a32PyxqoQ-j7HEmjDXRLyxr4q9-SSrjphEKGA5BkeTeMuBCaScDe6LXzFMoP2rQRU-ndtIultonjgmJc4MqOfQz0kXzkQP_jdNvxvRlT70/s400/ballet1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726552075001305874" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_J2Wg_Qoz6RBBHcZmsphwDe8U9nlyB8yh-FOrouSPzMq-BDA33j5HbUPz2ampEi79QwW3Z_maMcO4Y6_QPFY6V91zBy5mOpzQNg2cmAuajuMGtr9TgJdruFPcplAENXQBzBDhziK0Yc/s1600/ballet"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_J2Wg_Qoz6RBBHcZmsphwDe8U9nlyB8yh-FOrouSPzMq-BDA33j5HbUPz2ampEi79QwW3Z_maMcO4Y6_QPFY6V91zBy5mOpzQNg2cmAuajuMGtr9TgJdruFPcplAENXQBzBDhziK0Yc/s400/ballet" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726551867226285394" border="0" /></a><br />Museums with REALLY bright bathrooms:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcD4CFQBZFPqKCKHcj4PXyQHVxqEs3Up-apkklbgfX2rnkmm1k7SKY05u0VPI1DHPZNKinTfgiS4RLyxao0HdlMZ23_aTGGpsddVEn_C1x_n8Kv5HY9Xhs4lelitS2zC0hyRQg94ij0oI/s1600/bathroom"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcD4CFQBZFPqKCKHcj4PXyQHVxqEs3Up-apkklbgfX2rnkmm1k7SKY05u0VPI1DHPZNKinTfgiS4RLyxao0HdlMZ23_aTGGpsddVEn_C1x_n8Kv5HY9Xhs4lelitS2zC0hyRQg94ij0oI/s400/bathroom" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726552468412949202" border="0" /></a>Museums that also have garden walls:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJe45hMvqL0OUrphRX9Bv3-3Kz27dVMGp49q2Kh6AMuhcpnxw44XvQRJjBYZJlzMPdHhC78YRn1QqaNOtxjDfl06oHXzzrIPjeejGj_aB5d5kI5dZ88meYnwGciUmhE7KcaybPuJk0lbI/s1600/garden"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJe45hMvqL0OUrphRX9Bv3-3Kz27dVMGp49q2Kh6AMuhcpnxw44XvQRJjBYZJlzMPdHhC78YRn1QqaNOtxjDfl06oHXzzrIPjeejGj_aB5d5kI5dZ88meYnwGciUmhE7KcaybPuJk0lbI/s400/garden" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726553403007746034" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZD34jSbiPZ0Z-GKBq0h8fjl9PT6qpHwLOIbJaiu9LbQLABj0yuk6SydMOMH0J9OyV_zSlYtpH4i17cqjKQvXTK3-q8RSMgs5p8sFjV_z7P6iU5vpq4Jm_fQkoSfjZ8qA96USa6IDoII/s1600/garden+wall1"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZD34jSbiPZ0Z-GKBq0h8fjl9PT6qpHwLOIbJaiu9LbQLABj0yuk6SydMOMH0J9OyV_zSlYtpH4i17cqjKQvXTK3-q8RSMgs5p8sFjV_z7P6iU5vpq4Jm_fQkoSfjZ8qA96USa6IDoII/s400/garden+wall1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726553408645657618" border="0" /></a>And naturally...a bull fight:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5u_xIVKZlBiINw-teVLRPIX3yOy1zQpIkQliGqDkNi7U__wIWM-NP-kotqYxTAezZs6n2D4xGrJq2oSpvtO9JMdPDoe-mVwBI2soGmner4XeKfMgO6qOVxLA8jeMmZ7tS91T-CxzptY/s1600/bull"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5u_xIVKZlBiINw-teVLRPIX3yOy1zQpIkQliGqDkNi7U__wIWM-NP-kotqYxTAezZs6n2D4xGrJq2oSpvtO9JMdPDoe-mVwBI2soGmner4XeKfMgO6qOVxLA8jeMmZ7tS91T-CxzptY/s400/bull" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726553851159754514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6ruSK4fcbn_5KO5O-UW0tNBik2lmlSaCI97y2MrZ-NnyVJupOVY1XG4kcwxK_eaadTrFpwjfrn455_Uq8nly2Cpggd0VbQfN1HiyTmsjDOec0RPk94QMR33sfvSsG602uSzslmTTmhk/s1600/bullfihgt"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6ruSK4fcbn_5KO5O-UW0tNBik2lmlSaCI97y2MrZ-NnyVJupOVY1XG4kcwxK_eaadTrFpwjfrn455_Uq8nly2Cpggd0VbQfN1HiyTmsjDOec0RPk94QMR33sfvSsG602uSzslmTTmhk/s400/bullfihgt" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726547052458520130" border="0" /></a><br />(**<span style="font-style: italic;"> i was incredibly appalled by the bull fights. I would just like to clarify that i HATED it. it was grotesque, inhuman, and just downright disturbing...but i am thankful for the experience)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span>im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-90912319197451255762012-03-28T08:01:00.008-04:002012-03-28T08:30:17.507-04:00things you need to know....to improve your life...jk<br /><br />1. if i don't squeeze this kid every 48 hrs...something inside me dies.<br />no joke.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqN6Rc8NkTdJaroNhWabtzBhjgMFcoaEJzxP0IkymyEUNmAt4tZWHEGnh1A-jMzgQUz3TWFJpXqXzo5L9hVOdx08dKDN6HQqfecgseVfZ8LWJdyDSIqAVPU05jb3dkBrXyJ_dvInnvUM/s1600/536369_10100623816089480_12912325_50616682_2009969909_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqN6Rc8NkTdJaroNhWabtzBhjgMFcoaEJzxP0IkymyEUNmAt4tZWHEGnh1A-jMzgQUz3TWFJpXqXzo5L9hVOdx08dKDN6HQqfecgseVfZ8LWJdyDSIqAVPU05jb3dkBrXyJ_dvInnvUM/s400/536369_10100623816089480_12912325_50616682_2009969909_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724917410133281106" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZAbUeas-FU5q7kvpah6KejjAQUO7O1XM9OMykCcmIKvQrC3VgrjFGUHAg92vyLa-aZvFy9SWo7hHKYMEKAjpDmbrORAFMLHYu1QSAogMBfchBZWS9DEtl7VqOyBHPWkqOwwBmMWb0vI/s1600/562640_10100630327670220_12912325_50651327_1623482196_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZAbUeas-FU5q7kvpah6KejjAQUO7O1XM9OMykCcmIKvQrC3VgrjFGUHAg92vyLa-aZvFy9SWo7hHKYMEKAjpDmbrORAFMLHYu1QSAogMBfchBZWS9DEtl7VqOyBHPWkqOwwBmMWb0vI/s400/562640_10100630327670220_12912325_50651327_1623482196_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724917986390310290" border="0" /></a><br />(cutest little ginger niece. ever.)<br /><br />2. i was supposed to leave for Madrid tomorrow. but due to some unforeseen airline strikes...i'm leaving friday now instead. this is crazy...especially because Clemence didn't know/forgot, i was flying in Friday morning...she thought i came in Saturday morning...and NOW I AM. it's like the twilight zone. basically.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdqJQh2oeUvyIZAieqdjgYqNj6BdKOXkl0bfxFr-QhN078xBSqArZS0VHNq6-B4lsHmDp1YQ9RiWUvrFHCEikps4UULmk0zoXF-1spIInYZDJM-80tS0yUwQaJsY4_MlJ0Lwde1hfnls/s1600/flight"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdqJQh2oeUvyIZAieqdjgYqNj6BdKOXkl0bfxFr-QhN078xBSqArZS0VHNq6-B4lsHmDp1YQ9RiWUvrFHCEikps4UULmk0zoXF-1spIInYZDJM-80tS0yUwQaJsY4_MlJ0Lwde1hfnls/s400/flight" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724921093939977042" border="0" /></a><br />3. my friends have been pretty great at understanding that i'm not ready for little bebe's yet. i really love being auntie to 3 beautiful new babes. but it is even more wonderful when your besties says, "i'm glad you aren't having a baby yet, because i'm gonna need a year to figure this kid out, so that i can give you 100% of my focus during your time". that my friends, is love. pure love. it is also great because i plan on being a diva.."you there, hand me my robe and slippers and that carton of ben and jerry's! now take me shopping clown!" (jk?)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi27CyUVe91UXxdpD8Pb030FW69zzEXlKab6l0052K-YLMBJoerQOdPk0Yz4kTaqYFV-NLLA03y_LmYxfn8g1zewkuOCPuzDF7W0tj0X-A2-DLzxgBWXv5YDRsuhhi6fZmiu2bDi1prG6c/s1600/A6E5C85E1B6782632C59D62C1D3C9438.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi27CyUVe91UXxdpD8Pb030FW69zzEXlKab6l0052K-YLMBJoerQOdPk0Yz4kTaqYFV-NLLA03y_LmYxfn8g1zewkuOCPuzDF7W0tj0X-A2-DLzxgBWXv5YDRsuhhi6fZmiu2bDi1prG6c/s400/A6E5C85E1B6782632C59D62C1D3C9438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724924202532599874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />4. march madness is cray cray. but seriously. where i live. it is nutso. not to mention our team is in the final four. this means, after games, my husband confuses himself with a baller. drives to the store, buys a basketball and forces kelly and i out to the park at midnight to.. "ball"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVpNdo5QkVyknsUFVv-QfNzYDTV69s7SKWP9VzsAQAslCmfJTPEyUKevdaiKN91F74pusCXj9DY6plemWIORP-zLuedxYhmWb7k-GeJIXv0a0u4C1tEXJ6Ed5iuVSeAgfznhEoJkCxt4/s1600/ball"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVpNdo5QkVyknsUFVv-QfNzYDTV69s7SKWP9VzsAQAslCmfJTPEyUKevdaiKN91F74pusCXj9DY6plemWIORP-zLuedxYhmWb7k-GeJIXv0a0u4C1tEXJ6Ed5iuVSeAgfznhEoJkCxt4/s400/ball" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724921796689995778" border="0" /></a>(yes..i am wearing sandals. that is how baller i am)<br /><br />5. this is what a model looks like after giving birth:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSAXYhjsPuAxuZpFThlnVPvAi99qs_Ffz7b2QZTSsP49c_tKEbgMOXkYg681VzGyFlHNL_pDjAL-M_v_KzebywLAUioODHsbKAxWGrljykpap7kaekB42xXJ-Wow7sFEVParmKa6UjlY/s1600/cara"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSAXYhjsPuAxuZpFThlnVPvAi99qs_Ffz7b2QZTSsP49c_tKEbgMOXkYg681VzGyFlHNL_pDjAL-M_v_KzebywLAUioODHsbKAxWGrljykpap7kaekB42xXJ-Wow7sFEVParmKa6UjlY/s400/cara" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724922274408572770" border="0" /></a><br />ok..she isn't a model. but she fools everyone. i mean..seriously cara? but not only is she tan all year round, consistently smells of coconuts and vanilla beans, doesn't wear a stitch of makeup on her face, and pushed that 8 pounder out without an OUNCE of drugs... she is the most compassionate and giving person i know. after all, she is the one who wants to give me all her attention :)<br /><br />ok..that is all for today. i hope you learned a thing or two from this post. if you haven't...read it again...and again...and again...until you have really come to grips with your life.<br /><br />You are welcome :)im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-50636440868121784492012-03-26T09:18:00.000-04:002012-03-26T09:18:30.991-04:00i hate packing.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdTkdV6No4FSUzjO0yXLfk_bWFhjAnY_6-dBxEBmHLD2ksT2AXqxjmW6Q_isQjUEWInNtsNAiw_uvspwZarTUPaw_Og-jDYxdMRJvwSbBR6Xkqdu7OpIx0OTy-r9frpfIFPEuPL4b5JQ/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdTkdV6No4FSUzjO0yXLfk_bWFhjAnY_6-dBxEBmHLD2ksT2AXqxjmW6Q_isQjUEWInNtsNAiw_uvspwZarTUPaw_Og-jDYxdMRJvwSbBR6Xkqdu7OpIx0OTy-r9frpfIFPEuPL4b5JQ/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724191488040606082" border="0" /></a><br />this may surprise you...but, i don't take a lot of time to get dressed typically. those who have lived with me may try to argue this. but when i am getting ready with someone..i will take longer.<br />but overall, i get dressed pretty fast.<br /><br />is there a problem with this? no..not really..it's great...except when it comes to packing.<br /><br />when i am getting ready..i have either thought/planned ahead and know what i'm going to wear. throw something on last minute..or put on an outfit i've worn before..because i know it works.<br /><br />but you can't pack when you get ready like this!<br /><br />i asked my sweet friend <a href="http://www.beingfran.com/">Fran</a>, who is a flight attendant to give me a few helpful hints...but one of the hints was just not going to work for me:<br /><br />"<i>Resist the urge to pack a ton of shoes</i>."<br /><br />uhm. i have to bring a ton of shoes. i have so many cute pairs...but also..i have to bring my shoes to represent redemption.<br /><br />lets take a look back to 2007:<br />backpacking adventure of the decade with my bestie Caris. Caris tells me to buy chacos. maybe the worst looking footwear known to fashion. i hated them. i bought them. it was practical. and dumb. wore them to Paris. what were we thinking? fashion capitol of the world. we were stared at, on the metro. apparently you aren't supposed to look at anyone on the metro. oh...but we were STARED at. Clemence picks us up....and makes us take off our shoes. how dare we defile that beautiful Parisian ground with those things. she is mortified. but probably not as mortified as yours truly.<br />i will forever hate chacos..to infinity now.<br /><br />enter 2012 skype date with clemence:<br />"don't bring your ugly shoes, madrid is very fashionable"<br />oh. you.mean. she .didn't. forget?. nope. and neither will I.<br /><br />i am a firm believer in taking fashion risks. but Chacos, even in there wonderful comforts, are not a risk. they are fashion suicide.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*if you thought that being a travel agent makes you a good packer...you would be wrong*</span>im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-51528044195982734342012-03-22T21:39:00.003-04:002012-03-22T21:43:44.457-04:00i'm a late bloomer.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgF2a_Cq4mr9JUyhVABWMpFaUIbJntfz3P9AGppmhepN2JGHjRQUcjXlO90SKWPO3BnlWIfVYoIIwYUI7scl8T4j2J_5jTug-tHAPBzTOjFs0p2sU7xGjjQhfw5I7v4VvvzGbuzLiAJo/s1600/url.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgF2a_Cq4mr9JUyhVABWMpFaUIbJntfz3P9AGppmhepN2JGHjRQUcjXlO90SKWPO3BnlWIfVYoIIwYUI7scl8T4j2J_5jTug-tHAPBzTOjFs0p2sU7xGjjQhfw5I7v4VvvzGbuzLiAJo/s400/url.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722902193974567170" border="0" /></a><br />guess who's wisdom teeth are making a surprise, unexpected, unwanted visit!<br /><br />MINE.<br /><br />this is not cool...not cool at all.<br /><br />I had a mild panic attack when i found out. i made an immediate appt with my dentist..yeah they hadn't seen me in a few years...<br />apparently you should go more than once every 4-5 years. oopsies.<br /><br />anyway..i need all four out.<br /><br />ALL FOUR!!!<br /><br />i'm 27. not 17. i don't want chipmunk cheeks.<br />but i wouldn't mind a few days off...(says the girl who leaves for a 9 day vacation one week from today...)<br /><br />ONE WEEK! yowza..i need to go pack...oy vey. packing..the demise of my vacation experience...im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-73784979951679410772012-03-19T22:07:00.004-04:002012-03-19T22:43:03.099-04:00it's the elephants...so the other day i crept..oh so quietly and creepily into my roommate's closet. it is kinda my closet too..not just because it is my house...but because what's hers is mine...right kel? right. cool.<br />in a quick attempt to pull together an awesome last minute ensemble, (naturally), i pulled out a fun/flowy blouse with tiny elephants on it.<br />i don't typically wear outfits with little animals on them..like seriously..pants from jcrew with those little creatures.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccT4T75bxmHflZiSe2fpYYP3-D1OCC2EhOmobVbY_1kB-7uhQe73bDsh3hVaDPCW93DihpM1CuDC7iTGozU2n8FvY5jde7Emej4IfKW87niC7gWHcwfwqmRDZ0EMIkl00tE6NO3T7CK0/s1600/marlin1_4+Bermuda+Styles+Preppy+Pants.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccT4T75bxmHflZiSe2fpYYP3-D1OCC2EhOmobVbY_1kB-7uhQe73bDsh3hVaDPCW93DihpM1CuDC7iTGozU2n8FvY5jde7Emej4IfKW87niC7gWHcwfwqmRDZ0EMIkl00tE6NO3T7CK0/s400/marlin1_4+Bermuda+Styles+Preppy+Pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721797705084240594" border="0" /></a>barf.<br /><br />i tried to get over my fear of these little elephants staring up at me..judging me..and honestly..i didn't have enough time to change.<br />i came downstairs and said to my roommate..."i'm not sure how i feel about this shirt..i don't typically wear animals on my clothes" her response.."those aren't animals..they are (as she leans in closer to HER shirt)..oh they are elephants." haha.<br />i walked into work..immediately i received compliments, "love the shirt", "what a cute shirt"..my reply..ever so akwardly.."i don't do elephants".<br /><br />anyway..the whole day i was OFF. like weirdly off. forgetting peoples names, missed calculations (i even use a calculater), sending emails to the wrong people..i mean weird. i had plenty of sleep the night before, i had an accurate and efficient amount of coffee..i had a great energy charged breakfast. so what was wrong?<br />i went into the kitchen to grab some hot tea, and my co worker jokingly remarked.."how's the elephants working out for you today?" and then it hit me!<br />my off day...it wasn't due to any strange misalignment of the cosmos...it was the elephants! i'm convinced that they were working their hardest to keep me off my game since i was hatin on them.<br /><br />elephants aren't supposed to forget anything...and they can balance on tiny balls and stuff like that...but for me...they are the demise of my work day flow.<br /><br />blast you elephants...blast you!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafX_6gZTavruVZbVONP7jTvbj3sieExg-GrO-ZJYDyrRA2Ut4sxgVFjQT5hJD9Xu5bCnnXvxY4T79KRMcbNhw_ATd6-8aOS4qZbHlDGsFM9xw9311hX2N6xZSQCM03fsMNok3ILUzHPs/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafX_6gZTavruVZbVONP7jTvbj3sieExg-GrO-ZJYDyrRA2Ut4sxgVFjQT5hJD9Xu5bCnnXvxY4T79KRMcbNhw_ATd6-8aOS4qZbHlDGsFM9xw9311hX2N6xZSQCM03fsMNok3ILUzHPs/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721803401743664306" border="0" /></a><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">disclaimer: if you wear clothes with tiny animals on them..go for it, more preppy power to you! you have bigger balls than me..(inappropriate? nah..)</span>im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-61861582004592857752012-03-16T08:22:00.007-04:002012-03-22T21:44:39.396-04:00now think about your dad...what's your dad like...my title is from a very very silly, but favorite, youtube video. it seemed like a good title for this post. i know i said i was going to post about cargo shorts...but in light of some news i received this morning...it didn't seem fitting.<br /><br />i received an email this morning that a very dear friend of mine lost her dad. he had been fighting cancer for some time now. my heart broke.<br />i'm not the type of person who can you be ok just sitting thousands of miles away from this friend while she is hurting. i need a plane to France. stat. anyone?? i want to be there...helping, hurting with her..and hugging.<br />i have had several close friends lose their parents. it is devastating. some were expected. some were unexpected. either way...whether you were "preparing" for it, or not...it is equally crappy in every way. of course..this is what i'm told. i have not lost my parents.<br /><br />this isn't supposed to be a depressing post, but i don't care what you think..i can't just be ok posting about anything frivolous today, when i have loved ones who are hurting.<br /><br />love on your parents today. if they are still alive, thank the Lord for his provisions....and don't miss any opportunities to love on them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Vp5HdxRXGl-gUUXAUGgSYPz3E6jodIxWRThSwiDHq-cToTYTjBwkjuZpgE6Aa8aX1Z_Dv-JmebIGToGT33qaWWletoQvSNUS6WwNmiMJKEDEZUUFNL67TIdV8VpEy4l3TImGsXSHvDY/s1600/dad1"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Vp5HdxRXGl-gUUXAUGgSYPz3E6jodIxWRThSwiDHq-cToTYTjBwkjuZpgE6Aa8aX1Z_Dv-JmebIGToGT33qaWWletoQvSNUS6WwNmiMJKEDEZUUFNL67TIdV8VpEy4l3TImGsXSHvDY/s400/dad1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720472587988581074" border="0" /></a>(this pic was taken at disney world...right before each of us dropped our light up toys in the pond..all 3 of us did....my dad was so mad...hahaha...i think he should have been mad about his all white outfit)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4NW1tjl3_a9aQCReTx0nXmkC2iN_ooQE2QGAK7AWLufzuhiwO4hwb-b6kXSekE8pT_d44Kt8E9jBcH27mW2HNMhhwjtBQqhPks9okr6hsN73T3gUC-5FD4jxtjs5rgphbGE-A28Goo8/s1600/dad"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4NW1tjl3_a9aQCReTx0nXmkC2iN_ooQE2QGAK7AWLufzuhiwO4hwb-b6kXSekE8pT_d44Kt8E9jBcH27mW2HNMhhwjtBQqhPks9okr6hsN73T3gUC-5FD4jxtjs5rgphbGE-A28Goo8/s400/dad" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720472513543825586" border="0" /></a>(my dad wanted boys..but he got 6 girls instead..this is during one of our "roughing" up sessions..he would wrestle with us so he wouldn't raise "sissy's" yes my dad is that guy. he raised some pretty sissy girls anyway :) )<br /><br /><br />i will be with my friend in a few weeks, but i would trade that trip in a heartbeat to be with her right now.im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-89849992999119599872012-03-15T08:26:00.007-04:002012-03-15T09:05:11.702-04:00my date with lee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwdI_Cv9Nz6e84M-_p3ka3a82WwRbBj7zqmjZw5s_f_5_GPlbDz7B-VRZwSwZQdDoA473qYM3cFQvzKdY3S1Yan2Tbgj1yq62_XHuIYl7nmQ3GRhQD84fn53L2gXZAWvIvSJBgLPIYbw/s1600/Catch+Up.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwdI_Cv9Nz6e84M-_p3ka3a82WwRbBj7zqmjZw5s_f_5_GPlbDz7B-VRZwSwZQdDoA473qYM3cFQvzKdY3S1Yan2Tbgj1yq62_XHuIYl7nmQ3GRhQD84fn53L2gXZAWvIvSJBgLPIYbw/s400/Catch+Up.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720109179514788306" border="0" /></a><br />have you ever spent an ENTIRE day with a best friend? vacations don't count.<br /><br />like you literally were together from sun up to sun down? probably very rare.<br />well that was what i did on saturday with lee. she was in town for only a few days.<br />so we had to make the most of every moment.<br /><br />i picked her up saturday morning, and we went and grabbed coffee. and we sat and talked<br />and loved and drank. it was fabulous.<br />then we went to target. who doesn't love target?? we just walked and shopped, and talked.<br />one time, the day before her wedding, we went to target to grab a couple of things..fast trip, in and out. we ended up standing in target and talking for 2.5 hrs. woopsies.<br />when you are with a friend like that, where you have a deep connection with, 2.5 hrs just flys.<br />especially when you are hundreds of miles a part 99% of the time.<br /><br />we literally did just whatever came to mind. we forgot to take pics most of the time. or the pic turned out bad...so we couldn't post it..but here are a few:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLHLt2Jjp3hgA2dUlRA3NsEa9pzmYpc-jasV9UxDkiO7Z2VTE_h6_OkKIeou6UXgwXJn0Ep87RWYBEstjQWctwhKogelO4Sw946GBA0_iM1qfi6PTbH259U6PvSoHqY98blq-0pPQhyphenhyphen4/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLHLt2Jjp3hgA2dUlRA3NsEa9pzmYpc-jasV9UxDkiO7Z2VTE_h6_OkKIeou6UXgwXJn0Ep87RWYBEstjQWctwhKogelO4Sw946GBA0_iM1qfi6PTbH259U6PvSoHqY98blq-0pPQhyphenhyphen4/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720101193965337442" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyVlP46m3Yvt64Ar_LyifGe1bDFlvZK1kb9vFE5WWcR4_LdXxPCYqIEfINVSEkioa5bPsuVrhuoOXGtu6pwvURwc3lbJdMgog7TMPaxUtn_12GI7kd74avi2rmZ8ibHr_KLd-U73hNKs/s1600/laugh"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyVlP46m3Yvt64Ar_LyifGe1bDFlvZK1kb9vFE5WWcR4_LdXxPCYqIEfINVSEkioa5bPsuVrhuoOXGtu6pwvURwc3lbJdMgog7TMPaxUtn_12GI7kd74avi2rmZ8ibHr_KLd-U73hNKs/s400/laugh" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720101429165986834" border="0" /></a> (this is an example of ones that didn't turn out..we are actually laughing at how bad they were!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciNG_CXN1I-UOn98eRNJkgsKFN0jg4nOJyjvfuesEeqYDxLJ-NlCPxDuG46W5fxcVDyX2_vEla2xZwamPASx5rwGwLaMhgMbkmc0U64lbFXy1UNPNH7klZnZEEvxeifhGNvl86FKdHRg/s1600/choc"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciNG_CXN1I-UOn98eRNJkgsKFN0jg4nOJyjvfuesEeqYDxLJ-NlCPxDuG46W5fxcVDyX2_vEla2xZwamPASx5rwGwLaMhgMbkmc0U64lbFXy1UNPNH7klZnZEEvxeifhGNvl86FKdHRg/s400/choc" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720101607672204322" border="0" /></a>most of our day did consist of eating. buuut this last pic is of lee eating dark chocolate with cayenne pepper...it was weird..yet fascinating. also. can we discuss the girl in the background??? maybe another time? ok..<br />we also got makeovers at Sephora..well i did. ha.<br />Lee had told me about some makeup she had gotten samples of at Sephora, called "make up forever"...which is muy $$$. but worth it (still working on feeling this way). a girl there had me take my makeup off and she redid it with the MUF. it looked awesome.<br />but here is the thing..1. it's expensive. 2. i am pretty sure it is called make up forever because it takes FOREVER to put on. seriously..it has like 6 steps.. moistuizer, primer, foundation, concealer, setting powder...etc..so they gave me samples of all of that stuff..for FREE! woo hoo. if you want some free new makeup...go to sephora, they will hook a sister up!<br />i used phrases like, "i really want to buy new makeup, but i'm not sure if i want to commit from just one use..." (free samples will be thrown at you).<br /><br />the rest of the day consisted of sad movies (the vow), spicy thai food (we literally killed parts of our tongue...it was so great!), and cuddling on the couch.<br /><br />lee, it was perfect in every way. missing you mucho today!<br /><br />stay tuned for tomorrow's post..it's about the ever offensive: Cargo Shortsim breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621418906029579611.post-73824024307004747892012-03-14T08:38:00.005-04:002012-03-14T08:46:32.564-04:00cinnamon almonds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUCEl_EnMVHCfcb4khT1Mr5GTniTyIdT8Z8NIsyia8l0SjawhZKXk4uwq4jROP1_8hTF8IIX3v-kGv77gzmxd1ZAUe_3TJIOiHFZOv-MijlOd6jliCNtsvE4oL06DxT1GvMUzxV53OBU/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUCEl_EnMVHCfcb4khT1Mr5GTniTyIdT8Z8NIsyia8l0SjawhZKXk4uwq4jROP1_8hTF8IIX3v-kGv77gzmxd1ZAUe_3TJIOiHFZOv-MijlOd6jliCNtsvE4oL06DxT1GvMUzxV53OBU/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719731691522637266" border="0" /></a><br />this is kelly. you remember, by freakishly organized roommate? the one who discovered my love for buying butter and keeping receipts??<br />yeah well she is also a dietician. but don't let that fool you. in her hand she holds a few cinnamon almonds....i found some on sale when i was at the grocery. so as i fixed dinner she munched on a "few"...i didn't pay much attention, but i heard her say..more than once, "erica, these are so freaking good..eat some" well..this is how i found kelly after about 37 almonds, curled up on our couch:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybgnUdb4gGigza-WHovhWVnA9qnjL1nwLnOrYkdqGui8PeAr1dSt3ISxkflvTBNc0GoV3vLGT4McP4y4jYs5kOMJZNHU2MJZGAmxpjlNmM_YZQT8nhuLKSecwVztgd4xma7pDbNf5AMQ/s1600/photo1"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybgnUdb4gGigza-WHovhWVnA9qnjL1nwLnOrYkdqGui8PeAr1dSt3ISxkflvTBNc0GoV3vLGT4McP4y4jYs5kOMJZNHU2MJZGAmxpjlNmM_YZQT8nhuLKSecwVztgd4xma7pDbNf5AMQ/s400/photo1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719732677068818498" border="0" /></a>"does anyone else feel really weird and sick to their stomach?" she was feeling a little rough.<br /><br />did i mention she was a dietician?im breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02692306492830181111noreply@blogger.com0