tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53118371088262938482023-11-16T10:32:39.565-08:00A Slight Nod To StyleNodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-25951487745221104732012-02-20T16:01:00.001-08:002012-02-21T09:23:18.842-08:00I've decided to continue blogging over at my old blog. Not that I've ever been a "style" blogger but this blog is just not doing it for me. I loved writing about my travels and at this point just feel more comfortable at my old stomping grounds, so you can all subscribe at <a href="http://www.thetravelingpeach.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">The Traveling Peach</a>.NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-21387127896853570122012-02-13T23:10:00.000-08:002012-02-13T23:10:58.466-08:00It was brought to my attention that I've disappeared. Sometimes life has a way of catching up to a person, making time for blogging scarce.<br />
So where did we leave off?<br />
My health.<br />
Well. Turns out, it wasn't allergies but a throat abscess (TMI!!). I feel great now, after completing week 5 of 6 weeks of antibiotics. Once I'm off the meds, the infection may come back, in which case: tonsillectomy. Yikes.<br />
Next up?<br />
I moved to Seattle!<br />
I moved up about two weeks ago after a month at my mom's and have been loving it. I lived here when I was 19 and only left to attend college in state in Oregon. It feels great to be back and I've been having fun getting to know the city again.<br />
More soon. Maybe.NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-28148193057835342662012-01-07T12:13:00.000-08:002012-01-07T12:13:49.098-08:00In which I drastically change my dietSo I've been fighting off sore throats for about two months now and needless to say it is getting old.<br />
I've gone to doctor and they can't seem to figure it out (too much travel, allergies, etc..). I recently had a doctor who, before examining me or taking my medical history, suggested an HIV test. To say I was outraged is an understatement. What type of medical professional casually throws out tests like that without going over a patient's history? She then went on to inquire if I was a drug dealer because of my traveling. Clearly she will be reported, guess that's what you get at a tribal clinic, sadly.<br />
Ok, back to my point.<br />
I think my old food allergies are rearing their ugly head again and so for about two to three weeks I am embarking on a pretty intense elimination diet to try to figure out what's wrong. This means I can't eat:<br />
Wheat, corn, rye, citrus, sugar, additives, dairy, eggs, corn syrup, coffee, tea, alcohol. Honestly, caffeine and citrus are proving to be the most difficult, one day in. Expect updates and wish me luck.NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-53639023133892715592011-12-31T20:59:00.000-08:002011-12-31T20:59:23.300-08:002011<strong style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before?</strong><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">Be present during a labor/birth.</span></span></div><strong style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?</strong><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">I can't remember what my resolutions were last year, thus the motivation to fill out this lovely little meme.</span><br />
<strong style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">3. Did anyone close to you give birth?</strong><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">My sister! </span></span></div><strong style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">4. Did anyone close to you die?</strong><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">Thankfully, no.</span><br />
<strong style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">5. What countries did you visit?</strong><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">Sadly, none. I did travel extensively within the U.S. though.</span><br />
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More stability. I would love to find a place to live that made me truly happy.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>7. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?</strong><br />
December, 8. The night my nephew was born.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1RnPJY05-L8Pco9E7s7FFjoPz4K7dQ3UN_mAGWrscCns6B2jGGCUO6zTRlDUl5OaFfjTdKSyzuaKL_XqxNjLv6IgJS8ZDQx3q57dOakuZY0GojKVOYDTnIzQmp66aB_eZAZ7QAAkpqW3M/s1600/DSC05195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1RnPJY05-L8Pco9E7s7FFjoPz4K7dQ3UN_mAGWrscCns6B2jGGCUO6zTRlDUl5OaFfjTdKSyzuaKL_XqxNjLv6IgJS8ZDQx3q57dOakuZY0GojKVOYDTnIzQmp66aB_eZAZ7QAAkpqW3M/s640/DSC05195.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><br />
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Getting into both grad schools I applied to.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>9. What was your biggest failure?</strong></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;">Not growing professionally.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>10. Did you suffer illness or injury?</strong></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;">I had a terrible bout of strep throat and bronchitis this November, possibly the sickest I've ever been.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>11. What was the best thing you bought?</strong><br />
Plane tickets.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>12. Whose behavior merited celebration?</strong><br />
Awkward question, probably my brother. He dealt with my father's hospitalization amazingly, I'll always respect him for that.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?</strong><br />
Mine, at times and a few others.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>14. Where did most of your money go?</strong><br />
Travel expenses and savings.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?</strong><br />
Becoming an aunt!</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>16. What song will always remind you of 2011?</strong><br />
Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"><strong>17. Compared to this time last year, are you:</strong><br />
<strong>a) happier or sadder? </strong>The same<br />
<strong>b) thinner or fatter?</strong> I wouldn't say fat but a few pounds heavier<br />
<strong>c) richer or poorer? </strong>I have a few more bucks, but not much.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"><strong>18. What do you wish you’d done more of?</strong><br />
Take time to do what pleased me not others.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"><strong>19. What do you wish you’d done less of?</strong><br />
Obsessing over my body, zoning out on the computer.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"><strong>20. How did you spend Christmas?</strong><br />
In Lake Havasu with my boyfriend and his brother. On Xmas eve we had dinner and played games with some friends. On Xmas day we hung out and made dinner. Pretty uneventful.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"><strong>21. Did you fall in love in 2011?</strong><br />
Yes, with my nephew (notice a theme yet?)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"><strong>2. What was your favorite TV program?</strong><br />
Dexter, Top Chef</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"><strong>23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?</strong><br />
I wouldn't use the word hate but last January 1st one of my best friends shunned me from her life.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"><strong>24. What was the best book you read?</strong><br />
Hunger Games</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"><strong>25. What was your greatest musical discovery?</strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;">Sadly, I can't think of any.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>26. What did you want and get by year’s end?</strong><br />
Acceptance into grad school.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>27. What did you want and not get by year’s end?</strong></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;">More stability.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>28. What was your favorite film of this year?</strong></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;">I never remember movies I watch...maybe 128 hours.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?</strong><br />
My boyfriend and I drove from PDX to Seattle, we went camping by a river and I woke up to a beautiful day. I turned 28.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?</strong><br />
More money. Yes, I said it.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?</strong><br />
Uh, really? Can't say I had one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5iIyZHp7zUzg1UvX_adv-WZXeTdbogm5nRItazyY-M8YvlHkBeTBlTZiavIEu9clhsTiH3g0umZ3Fg1xEN5Ajy-oaa9LaO5hyyNLDx9aWpTy42K9HJN2rIPhUiOWoidcMx_qlqvofp24/s1600/Photo+64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5iIyZHp7zUzg1UvX_adv-WZXeTdbogm5nRItazyY-M8YvlHkBeTBlTZiavIEu9clhsTiH3g0umZ3Fg1xEN5Ajy-oaa9LaO5hyyNLDx9aWpTy42K9HJN2rIPhUiOWoidcMx_qlqvofp24/s640/Photo+64.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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My therapist.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?</strong><br />
Ryan Reynolds. Yes, I went there.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>34. What political issue stirred you the most?</strong><br />
I can't believe I can't think of an answer. I'm ashamed.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>35. Who did you miss?</strong><br />
Long lost friends D, Aid, G</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>36. Who was the best new person you met?</strong><br />
Oddly enough, my sister's doula Alethea and a German girl, Conny. I haven't bonded so quickly with women in years.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011.</strong><br />
Easy does it, but do it. </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><strong>38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.</strong></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;">Every day I'm shuffling</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0.4em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: left;">Happy New Year, Everyone! Let 2012 be full of joy, health, happiness and peace!</div>NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-43675071747571642112011-12-26T17:04:00.000-08:002011-12-26T17:04:47.244-08:00...Big BearWe drove up to Big Bear, just east of LA on my boyfriend's birthday. Unfortunately, it was raining and we hit traffic (in LA, imagine that) and didn't make it to the base of the mountain till dark. At that high altitude it turned into a full blown snow storm and chains were required. After purchasing them and chaining up we headed up the narrow, steep, snowy road. It took us a couple hours to make it about 35 miles, it was quite the adventure.<br />
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</tbody></table>Once at Big Bear Lake (a small resort town) we headed straight to the bar to celebrate his birthday with some friends. I was immediately pulled up for some Spice Girls karaoke and handed a beer. The night progressed into one of the most fun in months. Great new friends in a great setting. That night we stumbled home to crash with our friends and woke up way too early the next day.<br />
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My boyfriend was in LA for a few days so I changed my ticket from NYC to LAX. Unforutnately, it was pouring down rain during our stay putting a slight damper on my excitement to be in LA. But it was nice to stay a night back on the West Coast.<br />
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</div>NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-37180549785664491172011-12-22T20:11:00.000-08:002011-12-22T20:11:15.511-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Earlier today while facebooking with my mom, I mentioned I really wanted to come home for a week or two to rest and build my immune system as I have had a cold for weeks on end, never fully recovering with all my travel. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">A few hours later, I open this email from my mom:</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"I invite you to Mom's Health Spa for a 7-day Healing Retreat. Day 1: Juices for health, Day 2: Herbal foot soak, followed by a relaxing foot massage, Day 3: Yoga at Vital Current Yoga {my good friend's yoga studio}, Day 4: Herbal facial (herbal hot towel wrap and face & scalp massage), Day 5: Yoga at Vital Current Yoga, Day 6: Herbal hand soak, manicure and hand massage, Day 7: Yoga at Vital Current Yoga. Retreat is located on the rugged and isolated Oregon Coast. Other activities include: Napping, beach walks, napping, movies, napping, reading, and more napping. Retreat features home-cooked vegetarian or vegan food, herbal teas, and fresh-brewed coffee. All at no cost to you!"</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Excuse my bragging, but my mother is seriously the most amazing woman!</span></span>NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-70086590390418825292011-12-22T10:26:00.000-08:002011-12-22T10:26:52.600-08:00After staying up for hours on end, lounging in the hospital with my sister, making trips up and down Manhattan, I was beat. My heart ached to leave but I knew it was time to get back to my boyfriend and life after 3 weeks in the city.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0a-yluUZIEolPRATJYeXuMGIgTXKoSY6bdpKS1lntTtrAu0YTEbrPe0b4EphvDt33vhPZqY14CEUwlTKePALJVBEAhvo5GLcHeW7EwW0YRUr3WGqd4qajhpSpCLJiKB5JFoIQb5dBhHid/s1600/DSC05224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0a-yluUZIEolPRATJYeXuMGIgTXKoSY6bdpKS1lntTtrAu0YTEbrPe0b4EphvDt33vhPZqY14CEUwlTKePALJVBEAhvo5GLcHeW7EwW0YRUr3WGqd4qajhpSpCLJiKB5JFoIQb5dBhHid/s640/DSC05224.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>After some last minute snuggles, many tears and helping the new family out of the hospital, I flagged a taxi to JFK. Traffic was insane and I ran into the airport 20 minutes before my flight was set to leave. Luckily, I was ushered to the front of security, ran through the terminal and made it just as they were preparing to lock the door. I made it to my seat (passing Jimmy Smits on the way) and set off for one of the least stressful flights of my life. Maybe I'm getting over my fear of flying?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUux_vQ9q8xD8MWrZ1Ih6BaYjC-gGo1K7dgxLUXNgM0nYQkEDVRAVXWDgs9kwjVxyW3LML64TozTq5qAyvo-uW3Cpwh2SFt2izWU90jt4bTyH3p1G99icKlqCVC0pTgZeS7jk5FACl4tn3/s1600/DSC05144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUux_vQ9q8xD8MWrZ1Ih6BaYjC-gGo1K7dgxLUXNgM0nYQkEDVRAVXWDgs9kwjVxyW3LML64TozTq5qAyvo-uW3Cpwh2SFt2izWU90jt4bTyH3p1G99icKlqCVC0pTgZeS7jk5FACl4tn3/s640/DSC05144.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Good bye, beautiful city. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-6128978241185372202011-12-20T16:31:00.000-08:002011-12-20T16:31:30.488-08:00December 8, 2011After 30 hours of labor and a c-section my little nephew was brought into the world! My sister is amazing and strong and I am so thankful to have been a part of little A's birth.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkKz_RTdZocth0gA3XncGVBXWeP2X6CvcLU1luw1itPDT_qjQD1ySvxwUJ2QvhLvXnE8G7o7kXPTO_pOAwCEnPsJnI5mGAqVhQ6pMyM9qsW2JtZDCty4AAdWxLXrjqGF9XNSW5ncKsBIf/s1600/DSC05216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkKz_RTdZocth0gA3XncGVBXWeP2X6CvcLU1luw1itPDT_qjQD1ySvxwUJ2QvhLvXnE8G7o7kXPTO_pOAwCEnPsJnI5mGAqVhQ6pMyM9qsW2JtZDCty4AAdWxLXrjqGF9XNSW5ncKsBIf/s640/DSC05216.JPG" width="480" /></a></div> I don't have kids and have never been a big kid person, but this little boy stole my heart. It's a feeling I've never experienced to hold someone who just came into the world and feel overwhelming unconditional love. I know I'll love him for the rest of my life and that is a powerful thing!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLZfQ5_Cmoa7B8N2i1fKbOBbpdmdmUh7yvQBiRODVgBUdyop71gJXO-1dTFPvFZ8zZvpaTQbxnJj3WeeLhMrRewaQcP74yj1xE85DPP6HGK8kx9IoIfpgAsJupxLScCDY3PGDtqFSBkCQ/s1600/DSC05279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLZfQ5_Cmoa7B8N2i1fKbOBbpdmdmUh7yvQBiRODVgBUdyop71gJXO-1dTFPvFZ8zZvpaTQbxnJj3WeeLhMrRewaQcP74yj1xE85DPP6HGK8kx9IoIfpgAsJupxLScCDY3PGDtqFSBkCQ/s640/DSC05279.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>My sister labored both at home and at the hospital with her husband, me and an amazing doula by her side. I drove their car home (after a 4am rush down the Hudson Parkway to the hospital) and crashed for about 4 hours, went back to the hospital and was up for another 20+ hours. We were all exhausted but it was well worth it to be there for my sister and my brother-in-law and to be a part of such a special moment.NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-25672060226079521672011-12-19T16:58:00.000-08:002011-12-21T21:05:53.676-08:00NYC New York ColorA few weeks ago I signed up for <a href="http://www.influenster.com/" target="_blank">Influenster</a> where "trendsetters" can answer questions to receive certain badges. If you qualify you are sent a VoxBox filled with sample products. I was happy to receive the holiday VoxBox! I love getting mail and to find this goody box waiting for me when I returned back from traveling was a nice welcome home surprise.<br />
In my VoxBox I received a <b>Chocolate Lara Bar </b>that I proceeded to eat immediately, it was delicious. In addition, I was sent:<br />
<b>Softsoap Coconut Scrub Bar Soap</b>-I have yet to use it but I do love coconut so I'm sure I won't be disappointed.<br />
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<b>imPress Press-On Manicure by Broadway Nails</b>-I rarely do my nails but I'm excited to try this pale peach color...maybe for the holidays.<br />
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What I wore today:<br />
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Love this MIA/Blaqstar Song. Listen to it.<br />
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Shit Girls Say. It's funny 'cause it's true.NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-20533467821104152552011-12-07T17:51:00.000-08:002011-12-07T17:51:41.520-08:00Come on, babyWe are still waiting for my nephew...<br />
In the meantime, here's what I've been up to while I hang out with my sister and do what ever she wants (with pleasure!)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNEKSVDIyv9wlD3t4vLR7iXl39FyEulDJ2iA0GjiaUlNLQVeY4QczBFwGxzIRSdt-FMfii3dtVNv9mt4EeB-ht-Y3KxKvFV4BGqlBSAjym9rw6dectCae8x_WHvNffofh7sDAY0QueUew/s1600/DSC05112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNEKSVDIyv9wlD3t4vLR7iXl39FyEulDJ2iA0GjiaUlNLQVeY4QczBFwGxzIRSdt-FMfii3dtVNv9mt4EeB-ht-Y3KxKvFV4BGqlBSAjym9rw6dectCae8x_WHvNffofh7sDAY0QueUew/s640/DSC05112.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lot's of walks and dance parties to get that baby moving.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbbRN25cKk69fWfwbkGpppe1Ev2bEUtLOUhQSfZrNq-irsJTTfBkBpgvQZjC1RBcW9Tkm9l6CuG_7z8rAjM59-Xq8MNawY3aU3d750bJGSYbW9Fkflg2EIMTNn87ADZqOYwIISk6jU5Pm/s1600/DSC05053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbbRN25cKk69fWfwbkGpppe1Ev2bEUtLOUhQSfZrNq-irsJTTfBkBpgvQZjC1RBcW9Tkm9l6CuG_7z8rAjM59-Xq8MNawY3aU3d750bJGSYbW9Fkflg2EIMTNn87ADZqOYwIISk6jU5Pm/s640/DSC05053.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Lunch dates in Union Square.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZUS0FxlyyAvcYa8bB5QspEI5SPwkrrlKhirIylpJCEzNS8MK8IHXPN89uS7Vf7Mr1HmZxYCFhSyokmSfVPcWUuB6L2hRYP9KiaKqF-z9SKiVRttJ5aKfwAjpIcwNnxrzdkzSa7-PyY2w/s1600/DSC05054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZUS0FxlyyAvcYa8bB5QspEI5SPwkrrlKhirIylpJCEzNS8MK8IHXPN89uS7Vf7Mr1HmZxYCFhSyokmSfVPcWUuB6L2hRYP9KiaKqF-z9SKiVRttJ5aKfwAjpIcwNnxrzdkzSa7-PyY2w/s640/DSC05054.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsxSM3uUYwe7HUfknqO084HkTcwmb56_gXNAIjZGtHiZVpMvgEcYwydgkRPjpbBDoVj7Qfw2cHbcm5gxtSCfZ2hV9UyFaTMG9wBLK9cEU9GmTII1yY2qulT9TJZE4WigA3KAy4HP1xtLo/s1600/DSC05057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsxSM3uUYwe7HUfknqO084HkTcwmb56_gXNAIjZGtHiZVpMvgEcYwydgkRPjpbBDoVj7Qfw2cHbcm5gxtSCfZ2hV9UyFaTMG9wBLK9cEU9GmTII1yY2qulT9TJZE4WigA3KAy4HP1xtLo/s640/DSC05057.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Taking care of this guy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAyr_u93Y23m1X-xBVs6Aa6RYkBVbST-zQ69quBRIczPkZuHSHM1j_sW-ensLvyoveLCo4vic8c8zicdV75awgz_fhEn42DM634DOEE040bsiGmVsXx2WSM6JIoffyhnm23OC7BjP6BBo/s1600/DSC05062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAyr_u93Y23m1X-xBVs6Aa6RYkBVbST-zQ69quBRIczPkZuHSHM1j_sW-ensLvyoveLCo4vic8c8zicdV75awgz_fhEn42DM634DOEE040bsiGmVsXx2WSM6JIoffyhnm23OC7BjP6BBo/s640/DSC05062.JPG" width="456" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Finding a nearly deserted Occupy Wallstreet (seriously, where is everyone?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJe2rtC72sxRV9Gn126jupPy27FUG1c_TI_EfxB9oo835EkdQwUEdnLi7f_9u2VJNvHMvh6zDSoRDt8VxYfCVJsR0DRaELF1fZu210wj-SSvh3G9qogCAGpnfh7ebmaS9ZWNL33zHHGLEe/s1600/DSC05116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJe2rtC72sxRV9Gn126jupPy27FUG1c_TI_EfxB9oo835EkdQwUEdnLi7f_9u2VJNvHMvh6zDSoRDt8VxYfCVJsR0DRaELF1fZu210wj-SSvh3G9qogCAGpnfh7ebmaS9ZWNL33zHHGLEe/s640/DSC05116.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Awkward picture taking.</div><div><span id="goog_1811970476"></span><span id="goog_1811970477"></span></div>NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-39873699837193372942011-12-03T09:03:00.000-08:002011-12-03T09:03:48.753-08:00George Washington Bridge<div style="text-align: center;">I needed a day off from friends and subways so I decided to do something I've wanted to for years: walk across the George Washington Bridge. I'm staying just a few blocks always with a beautiful view of the Bridge and the Hudson.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbyiHHiM0YokKTZ4N_kOyhcr_WHCMUBnEXAj5dmo_vPqIvxk2vcScDcjm_UDqMDCfzD8Oxzyqo7leYELwmzsXVsOGa95VRwbgy3LSV4n2Q0Z3KDw-tWwWF6RKu1psj9V_NJSXpPeMgs4y/s1600/DSC05066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbyiHHiM0YokKTZ4N_kOyhcr_WHCMUBnEXAj5dmo_vPqIvxk2vcScDcjm_UDqMDCfzD8Oxzyqo7leYELwmzsXVsOGa95VRwbgy3LSV4n2Q0Z3KDw-tWwWF6RKu1psj9V_NJSXpPeMgs4y/s640/DSC05066.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I walked around the neighborhood and then made my way across the bridge. Lucky for me the south side was open so I was able to see a stunning view of the city. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRbcCkFpBskikFwKzurTnIBHTE7S6vPfYwcDu8GLWwhKftGsfXst8eJdXcmUu3S3OyBmIpT9apEoTpDWPS5REj5Z2IgHQrqcYrwKAWskvxMwMsTokxUcElkHJY7qqde0AagBQ1-nNNX7j/s1600/DSC05095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRbcCkFpBskikFwKzurTnIBHTE7S6vPfYwcDu8GLWwhKftGsfXst8eJdXcmUu3S3OyBmIpT9apEoTpDWPS5REj5Z2IgHQrqcYrwKAWskvxMwMsTokxUcElkHJY7qqde0AagBQ1-nNNX7j/s640/DSC05095.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2B3Lk6m8_8rWz45RgUzQAzaqXkVuPszMhwULTtsJsIgW4vilZzMAwt6RVXfH9-bpVzoXLWmUqdV5LCx5nuLnMhuRaJ-Fck6N2W9kNB1FqpkFTgOTkP0EHQAUNuQ4U3dfn9tJsEmxBdIG/s1600/DSC05097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2B3Lk6m8_8rWz45RgUzQAzaqXkVuPszMhwULTtsJsIgW4vilZzMAwt6RVXfH9-bpVzoXLWmUqdV5LCx5nuLnMhuRaJ-Fck6N2W9kNB1FqpkFTgOTkP0EHQAUNuQ4U3dfn9tJsEmxBdIG/s640/DSC05097.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">There were lifeline phones in the middle of the bridge which is fantastic but also a sad reminder that people do use the bridge to end their lives. It is daunting to look way down onto the Hudson as the bridge shakes and vibrates from all of the traffic. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQvDkKuY8tEdncxZ4oQTD0O1mkbxioEQmouJDS1LKH-g7sEAclbU_S6MN5rUtmin_yXMfdNgAS8D5AiICPvH1JA4f0LEvAQt2GdIvS_m58ZKnLm0MT8gC9MlhEH7kafDClKjQenKOMvme/s1600/DSC05101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQvDkKuY8tEdncxZ4oQTD0O1mkbxioEQmouJDS1LKH-g7sEAclbU_S6MN5rUtmin_yXMfdNgAS8D5AiICPvH1JA4f0LEvAQt2GdIvS_m58ZKnLm0MT8gC9MlhEH7kafDClKjQenKOMvme/s640/DSC05101.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0P2cUsywfdTNwyM4mgdKX0uaMdjl_YJcp_DWgfEz1RT93hnVXULk_hGP65v3D18s8nJafcciXOdaB6bUc-MGTfysbSAjdVSNP9sGh3pCqYGm9Dze1oqZkJ8hHRKMjmgEkOIpNGCd8ebk/s1600/DSC05107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0P2cUsywfdTNwyM4mgdKX0uaMdjl_YJcp_DWgfEz1RT93hnVXULk_hGP65v3D18s8nJafcciXOdaB6bUc-MGTfysbSAjdVSNP9sGh3pCqYGm9Dze1oqZkJ8hHRKMjmgEkOIpNGCd8ebk/s640/DSC05107.JPG" width="502" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you want to walk across the south side path start at W 177th and Fort Washington Ave and follow the signs!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDnE1P21UWY101aVYdQdWkYtIliNppcrW_Yaiqa01H4jikc8cpASMqdcBgUQQs8uPLsNINEX9tTxg-7lLDAKsvgIoJuVNpbPDK-guuSqBLTBb5uRvwIp19n4jfepr0oLGS2kUetmjaiKV/s1600/DSC05100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDnE1P21UWY101aVYdQdWkYtIliNppcrW_Yaiqa01H4jikc8cpASMqdcBgUQQs8uPLsNINEX9tTxg-7lLDAKsvgIoJuVNpbPDK-guuSqBLTBb5uRvwIp19n4jfepr0oLGS2kUetmjaiKV/s640/DSC05100.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-73738273026332079792011-12-02T10:29:00.000-08:002011-12-02T10:29:13.450-08:00Feeling The LoveBeing back in this wonderful city surrounded by my mom and my beautiful pregnant sister I feel wrapped in a bubble of love. I had such a profound and peaceful dream last night that I feel like I've been floating throughout the day high on happiness. Maybe I'm reading too much into, but I think my nephew will be making his appearance shortly.<br />
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Easily one of the most beautiful songs.NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-66270521793052157662011-11-10T20:16:00.000-08:002011-11-10T20:16:08.674-08:00Make Up FreeGrowing up, my mother never wore make up and so I missed out on the experience of learning to love make up by watching your mother primp. My sister got me started with some cheap make up gifts for a birthday, probably in Junior High. Then I went through an activist hippie stage where I didn't wear any. After that, I went through an unfortunate borderline goth look. In college, and since then, my go-to look is foundation, mascara and sometimes blush. Baring it all here is not so hard for me but that would be another story if I wasn't having a good skin day. I have fairly bad skin so foundation is usually a must. But here you have it folks, my clean slate.<br />
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I drove to the trail head at Sara Park south of Lake Havasu, read the warnings for rattlesnakes (fantastic) and headed on my way.<br />
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Not only was this hike exactly what I needed to fill my day but I'm trying to get back in the habit of exercising everyday and this was so much more fun than going for a jog! I was so sedentary in Portland with my office job that I'm really trying to make a commitment to work out ever day. Bonus: my pants might actually fit again. Anyone have any exercise motivation?<br />
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1. <b>100 Years of Solitude</b> by Gabriel Garcia Marquez<br />
I don't need to think about this one, it is by far the most amazing and beautiful book I've ever read. You really need to get past those first 50 pages and then you will be hooked. It is the story of a family in South America throughout several generations. It is magical realism and has the most amazing stories like when the whole town is plagued with insomnia and slowly loses their memory. <br />
2. The "<b>Little House</b>" series by Laura Ingalls Wilder.<br />
Maybe I'm cheating by listing a series, but I love them all. I spent so many days lost in the stories of Laura Ingalls. Her books inspired me to love writing and lose myself in a story.<br />
3. <b>East of Eden</b> by John Steinbeck<br />
I could add almost any Steinbeck to this list but I'll choose this as my favorite. It loosely follows the story of Cain and Abel and is really phenomenal; as always Steinbeck does not disappoint with plot and character development.<br />
4. <b>The Autobiography of a Yogi</b> by Paramahansa Yogananda<br />
I read this book the first time I backpacked Europe and it was beautiful. This book instilled a love for India and Yoga and brings me back to a peaceful mind time and time again with stories from this Yogi. It is exactly what the title suggests, the autobiography of a Yogi in India.<br />
5. <b>Way of the Peaceful Warrior</b> by Dan Millman<br />
I really recommend this book. I first read it in Junior High and it opened up my mind. I'm still not sure how much is real but it is the story of a young man who finds his "guru" in a gas station and his road to spirituality and enlightenment. <br />
So there you go, my list. Typically I reach for novels but two of my favorite books are stories of real people working towards enlightenment, so I'm not sure what that means. What are your favorite reads?NodToStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13637963969510868866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311837108826293848.post-69322793841540196802011-11-02T09:22:00.000-07:002011-11-02T09:22:16.854-07:00The CliffsLast night, we hopped on the motorcycle and rode north of Lake Havasu to a place known only as, "the cliffs". We made it just in time for a sunset hike to the Colorado river. Sunset is a magical time in the desert, I say it every night.<br />
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I know this is so overplayed right now, but I am just repulsed by Kim Kardashian and her seemingly staged wedding. Is it really to the point where she (and her family) are so money/fame hungry that she will sacrifice love, marriage and her image all in the name of another Seacrest Production?<br />
10 million dollars.<br />
The cost of one faux wedding. OR the construction of schools in poverty stricken areas. Mosquito nets for every region with malaria. Scholarships for young people who don't have the resources for college. The list could go on for days. Imagine what could be done with that money.<br />
Kim (allegedly) earned millions of dollars from her wedding and divorced 72 days later, but really gays ruin the sanctity of marriage. WTF is wrong with this picture?<br />
I, for one, plan a one person boycott of all things Kardashian. No shows or magazines that promote their skewed lifestyle. Instead, maybe I'll spend that time/money working towards marriage equality for all people.<br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Arizona, thus far, has been quite nice. My typical knot of anxiety is decreasing and the hot sun on my skin feels so good. I joke that i am in early retirement. The highlight of the day is sunset and missing it is to be avoided, my boyfriend and I call each other for sunset like we would dinner, "quick, come outside, it's sunset!" I realize how lucky I am to have this freedom and I am not taking it for granted. Lord knows I worked and saved like crazy to have this time off.</b></span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>With free days, Wojc and I have begun some yard work for his parents (we're staying in their vacation home.) You know you're in the country when removing a stump is the excitement for the day. But damn, we worked for days on that stump. Success. Yes, I realize I'm thrilling you right now.</b></span><br />
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