She Turned Nine

Tuesday 31 July 2012

After a loved one dies you have to get through a year of all of those 'firsts' that they'll miss. The first birthday, Father's Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas etc.

Our 'first' milestone event literally happened right after he passed away (July 12). Kayla's 9th birthday was July 15 (and the funeral was the 17th). And my birthday is tomorrow and I'm already missing his phone call.

I had planned a joint-birthday party with Kayla and a friend (her birthday was July 13) for Sat, July 14th. I left for FL the previous Mon. The birthday party could've gone on - Joe was here - but I felt stressed enough as it was preparing to go back to FL for a final goodbye and didn't have all those final details worked out for the birthday party yet. So instead of worrying about that on top of everything else we decided to postpone the party until we got back and things settled down.

Joe and my mom drove to FL with Kayla and Lucas on her birthday. Kayla knew it was her birthday. She kept saying she was NINE now. It was so hard having her birthday fall in the middle of all that was going on in FL; however since she was going to be in FL I still wanted to acknowledge her birthday. I wanted to at least have some cake and sing to her, but I didn't want to make too much of a big deal or celebration... because really, who felt like celebrating at a time like that? The first big event where family was all together in FL and my dad was absent? It was hard to do because his presence was definitely missed.

My extended family were all so sweet and nice though. They went above and beyond just having cake and signing to her ... she had presents to open too. Even though we were all hurting so much inside, it was nice to have those few hours of smiles watching Kayla excited about opening some gifts.

In the end I know my dad would have told us to celebrate her birthday. He would have said it was her day and she should have cake and presents. I'm so thankful for my family in FL allowing us the chance to focus on something happy and positive that night.

Happy 9th birthday Kayla ... I promise we will reschedule your cancelled party soon!
 

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Weekend Escapades... better late than never!

Now that I have the photos I was waiting for from boyfriend's dad I can recap our weekend!

We did a lot of relaxing and a good amount of boozing, too. His parents live on a lake, so water sports are a must. I can't complain.... unless he tries to drown me. Which he did once. It's cool, I love lake water shooting up my nose. Totally awesome feeling. uhem.

Here we are on a "booze cruise", also known as drinking on the pontoon boat around the lake.

His family dog, Riley, rocks the doggles like nobody's business. Seriously though, does it get much cuter?

He may live in a bigger city now but I think he'll always be a country boy at heart. I dig it.

I think this was before the incident when he attempted to drown me before I turned 25. Either way, I love this fun shot his dad got of us.

Loving on Riley.

They had a (HOLY MOLY DELICIOUS) cake, as well as way too many gifts, for me. Seriously though, they spoiled me rotten. Such great peeps. 

This is his grandma's card to me. 

I cried. In front of the whole fam. So sweet.

And that's about it... unless you want multiple photos of coronas, margs, and very full glasses of wine. See you tomorrow on my actual birthday with a massive box of goods from Jenn... which is supposed to be the polish swap post, but she spoiled me like crazy!

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"In Confidence"

Monday 30 July 2012

"In Confidence"

You say you don't know;
But I'm convinced you know better.
Your frequent freestyles
Flow fresh like love letters.
Was taught to see and believe;
But the display case deceives.
If I roll back your sleeves,
Your pulse provides premise.
Short abbreviations bred of more.
Novels galore.
Others will call it a bore.
I want to live in the store.
I want to hold hands
While we converse about past plans.
Your last man is of little importance.
Just divulge your dreams for reassurance.
It doesn't cleave to cry.
Free those eyes.
No sign of forfeit.
Loving tears trace a radiant portrait.
More or less,
I request the opportunity
to go toe to toe.
Let me challenge your stress.
No advantage is best.
No weakness is doom.
The playing field is level;
But two will leave this room.
Only darkness will remain.
You see, misery is vain.
She breaks the light switch
Because she can't clean the stains.
She won't break the chains.
She fancies shackles for bracelets,
Chokes herself with her necklace
And swears that it makes sense.
She wants your company.
You don't need to know why.
She'd prefer you didn't wonder.
Just lay down and cry;
But sunlight peeks bright
Beneath all of the shade.
Snatch off the sunglasses.
Toss them to the masses.
Exes might catch the shade
Like money shot magic.
The response will be subliminal.
It's not critical. Just tragic.
Not even worth your time.
Fine wine and expensive taste.
You're more than spare change;
So my receipt was misplaced.

You say you forgot about it;
But recall it all the same.
Barely chill. Hardly tame.
Lost the will to fight your flames.
Best believe I peep game
Without using the cheat codes.
I call it clairvoyance.
The kids call it beast mode.
Some women sharpen tone
In response to such things.
Others use warp zones
Searching for gold rings.
You crave me?
You want me
To enslave thee?
Pace it, baby.
Time is of the essence
And I know we're growing old
And I know that momma said
Eat up before it gets cold;
But let's savor the vittles.
Slow simmer before we sizzle.
Dial it down a little.
I just love to nibble:
Napkin rests upon your lap
As we exchange table scraps:
Misshapen morsels of mishap,
Fragments of flavored fancy,
Sherry and brandy spilled
Over a table stained with thrills.
Smitten with your glamour.
Warm from sips between banter.
You fit the crease of higher seams:
Closely knit within your dreams
Double stitched with aspiration.
How you peak my fascination.
Reluctant glances at my wrist.
I guess it's time to resign.
Would've fancied a kiss;
But a hug is just fine.
Peace signs exchanged.
We go separate ways.
A week passed by.
Spirits still high.
Bitters still bottled.
Room still glows.
Recent moments are never hollow.
My battery stays low.
Fell asleep atop my sheets.
Pillows strewn everywhere.
Subtle hints of your fragrance
And a hand full of hair.

So fervent.
So fair.
So beautiful.
You confide in me.
You request atonement;
But I'll never condone it.
No need to displace.
Nothing to erase.
Quit hiding your face.
Shame no longer stains it.
Display that loving grace.
Don't you dare contain it.
I stare at your smile
And get lost for awhile.
It resembles a vintage view:
Memories retraced and renewed.
Times of tranquility dashed
By such a dark past.
Lovely longing eyes.
Somber sighs.
Left hand cups your face.
Can't turn away from grace.
Soft skin grazes the fingertips
That gently trace your lips.
Illuminated scene.
Air crisp and serene.
Floor cluttered with worries
Cast among the jeans.
Remember when?
Me neither.
No need to recall
Anything past these halls.
We lay within these walls
With no salvaged regret.
Rest well, love. Never fret.
Live to forgive. Learn to forget.

It's been so long
Since I've heard your love song.
Guitar strings of neglect,
Piano keys worn and wet
From liquor spilled and slung.
Fell from a thousand rungs
Just to climb another ladder.
Thank me in the latter.
It's the morning after.
Just enjoy the laughter.
You feared love like the rapture;
But light shines from the rafters.

When the past is tragic,
We cultivate destructive habits;
But as long as you are willing,
I'll show you that life is valid.

I promise. †EVL

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

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I have to fund my online shopping somehow...

Hellloooo Monday. I'm feeling a bit of writers block today, as I can't update about my weekend yet because I'm waiting on a few more photos to be sent over from the boyfriend's daddio. We had a really fab weekend but you're just going to have to wait until this week to hear about it! I know, don't all cry at once.

So, the writers block was finally put to rest when I found myself on Kate's fabulous blog, reading her post to a link-up about what she actually does at work. It's kind of fun to see that I'm not the only one who is forced to sit my happy ass in an office chair for 8 hours a day, playing grown up. Emphasis on "playing".

Technically I have two jobs. Or, a job and a career, if you want to look at it that way. By day I am an assistant for a commercial real estate photographer, who also dabbles in professional office portraits (the really boring, serious, lawyer photos where they usually look angry). On most days I prefer to classify my job title as "Photoshop expert" because I'm usually being put to the test to digitally fix something that sounds near impossible. Last week I had to replace all of the windows on a glass building with new windows without glare. Equally as tedious as it sounds and I'm pretty sure I developed carpal tunnel in my right hand soon after.

I get to wear whatever I want to wear, hence the whole yoga pants thing... if you're new here... and I listen to a lot of Pandora radio. Usually ridiculous stations containing 90's pop hits.

 This would be my desk. So clean and organized (we're really busy right now, shut it.). It's big and it's all mine. Ah, the perks of being the only employee. 

I get to use a lot of Sharpies, which makes me really happy. Yes, I'm easily amused like that. Usually I'm in the office alone, my boss travels a lot and sends me images as he shoots so we can get them to clients fast enough to stress me out and force me to drink heavily by 5pm. But really, I like it here. I go about my day as I please, most days, and my boss treats me well.

When I'm not being a Photoshop queen for my boss I'm at home being a Photoshop wench for my own clients.

This is when I'm most happy... photographing peoples in good ol' L-O-V-E! Unless, of course, they're a pain in my ass (dammit!) and then I'm back to drinking heavily. And much earlier than 5 pm.

The rest of this job is pretty self explanatory, I believe. I'm not really one to blab about my photography business here on my little blog, it's just not my style. Or maybe I get enough of it from all of the other photographer bloggers on the web to get my fix. Yeah, probably the last one.

What do you do all day long at work? Go link-up with the bargain blonde! 

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Almond Breeze Review and Giveaway

Sunday 29 July 2012

Congrats to the winners: RK, Mom24, and Kim!

With all the traveling we did over the past month it was inevitable that upon one of our trips home we would be without some essential ingredient. Of course that would be milk and it was discovered on the morning that Joe planned to make pancakes for breakfast.

Then I remembered I had some Blue Diamond Almond Breeze in the fridge that I needed to try for a review from Moms Meet and this was a perfect opportunity. I received a sample of the new Coconutmilk (Unsweetened) blend.

I've tried the Blue Diamond Almond Breeze a few years ago (Original and Vanilla) and liked the nice creamy taste. It is a great alternative for dairy and soy milk. The Almondmilk is calcium-enriched and contains only 60 calories per glass (half the amount of 2% milk). No one in my family has a dairy allergy so I'm in the habit of picking up regular dairy milk; although I'm going to start buying the Almond Breeze more often after being reintroduced to it.

The Coconutmilk blend is a blend of almonds and real coconut that is also available in Original, Vanilla and Unsweetened Vanilla. I didn't prefer this variety straight out of a glass, and probably wouldn't like the flavor in my cereal, but it worked fine for the pancakes Joe made and in the smoothies I've made since then.

If you're looking for some ideas on what else to use the Almondmilk, or Coconutmilk blends with there are plenty of recipes available from smoothies to breakfast items to soups! All of the products come in refrigerated or shelf-stable and are free from dairy, soy, lactose, cholesterol, peanuts, casein, gluten, eggs, saturated fat and MSG. The products are all natural with added vitamins and minerals.

I have 3 coupons for a free carton of Blue Diamond Almond Breeze to give away to 3 readers. Leave a comment, making sure I can contact you if you're the winner, stating whether you already use Almond Breeze. If you don't, check out the recipes and leave a comment of which one you'd like to try with the Almond Breeze.

Disclaimer: I received this product for free from the sponsor of the Moms Meet program, May Media Group LLC, who received it directly from the manufacturer. As a Moms Meet blogger, I agreed
to use this product and post my opinion on my blog. My opinions do not necessarily reflect the opinions of May Media Group LLC or the manufacturer of the product.

 

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It's Friday and I've got some letters to write!

Friday 27 July 2012

Can I get a freaking AMEN to Friday?! Finally. Frickity frick!

I'm, once again, linking up with Ashley for some Friday letters.

Dear Boyfriend,

Thank you. Thank you for spending these last 8 months with me. I can't think of anyone else in the world I'd rather fall asleep next to every night and wake up to every morning. I hope for many, many more months (and years) with you. Thank you for drinking boxed wine with me. Thank you for singing me made up country songs when you're in the shower and I'm doing my make up, I proudly provide backup vocals sung in my powder brush. Thank you for always reenacting the construction worker dance from that Cheetos commercial whenever I ask you to. Thank you for putting up with nail polish fumes on a daily basis even though I know they make you cringe. I know one day you will learn to love watching So You Think You Can Dance with me, so thank you for that too. Or maybe you won't. It's ok though, you're still pretty fab.

Dear 25th Birthday,
I really can't believe today is the start of your celebration. I guess I should thank you for falling on a Wednesday, smack dab in the middle of the week, so I have a legit reason to celebrate this weekend and next weekend. I've always loved my birthdays and, I guess, I'm warm to you now. I mean I don't know much about fine wine, considering my version of fine wine comes from a plastic bag housed in a cardboard box, but I've heard it gets better with age and dammit, I'm going to be like the wine that is housed in pretty glass bottles with real corks. Bring it on and let the good times roll, baby!

Dear Bride in the Photo Up There,
Thank you for your patience and your kind soul. I've never had a client make me feel so appreciated before. You are just as beautiful inside as you are on the outside... and you're really, really beautiful on the outside. I would kind of hate you if you weren't so damn nice.

Dear Twitter,
That disappearing act you pulled yesterday was not cute. Not only did you leave me in a slight panic, you made me feel really, really lame. I knew I was addicted to you but now, thanks to that little stunt you pulled, I can see just how addicted I really am. I have nothing to say for myself.

Dear GroopDealz.com,
Stop offering deals on so many cute things. I have little to no self control when it comes to online shopping. Also, please stop offering cute things for babies, causing me to want one. There's no room for baby fever in this 25 year old's life currently. Not to mention, I'm clearly not capable of being responsible for a small human at this point in my life. Seriously, I fear for my future offspring. Anyways, stick to the stuff I can purchase for myself. You know, like that oversized "child's bow" I purchased yesterday. For myself... because I'm 5, not soon-to-be 25.



Alright. Time to whip this workday into shape so I can get out of here and get my drink on with the boyfriend and his family. (no, seriously, his mama and I get down. she's amaze.) Have a great weekend everyone! See you Monday with, hopefully, a boatload of pictures from my birthday celebration #1! :)

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If you really knew me...

Thursday 26 July 2012

I see this little blog trend going around and I'm hopping aboard because I've really loved reading others I've seen!

If you really knew me you'd know that...

this is a totally accurate portrayal of my personality. I love to laugh, joke, and be as silly and nerdy as humanly possible. 

most of the time I'm way too loud and say silly, sarcastic things, which some people consider bitchy. Really though, I'm just one of those strange seeds you have to get to know to understand. 

I was adopted by my dad when I was 7 years old. Had my last name changed, the whole shebang. My mom is my birth mom and it was just the two of us in a one bedroom apartment for the first 7 years of my life. She's my hero! 

I quit every sport growing up but dance. In high school I belonged to a competitive dance group, outside of my high school, and we traveled the country doing competitions. Very much like Dance Moms. No joke, psychotic teacher and all. They were some of the best times of my life, crazy devil woman and all.

my boyfriend is the first guy I've let in since I had my heart broken by my high school sweetheart 6 years ago. I've been in a few relationships since but he's the only one that I lifted my guard for. I honestly have no control over it but I'm really glad I finally found someone to let in. It's a really amazing feeling when I felt so shut down for so many years.

I hate to wash my hair and I swear every time I wash it I'm ruining it. Really though, it takes my hair a good 3-4 days to become unwearable so I only wash it 2, maybe 3, times a week.

I once went through a phase where I was obsessed with the liquor Hpnotiq. Yes, the light blue, fruity shit that people like Lil John rap about. It was the summer after I graduated uhemhigh school and I tore that mofo up. Until my 18th birthday when I became violently ill from it before midnight struck and I was being wished "happy birthday" while hugging a potty at my own party. I guess that's what happens when you don't start partying until you graduate high school. Class, class, class. In my defense, I haven't touched the stuff since that night. Even the smell makes me want to vom.

I have this strange OCD against finishing things. Not projects or tasks, nothing like that... but bottles of hair product, body wash, shampoo, drinks. It's really weird and I have no idea why I do it, but it kills me to use the last of anything.

I have my bachelors degree in fashion design and merchandising and I've never used it a day in my life. I loved my classes but I fell in love with photography along the way and it just, kind of, took over.

I hold grudges like nobody's business. If you betray my trust or stab me in the back there's a good chance I will write you off forever. There have been very few times in my life where I have let someone back in.

I only cry (for sad reasons) when no one's looking. If you've seen me cry because I'm sad you truly know me for me. This doesn't count when I get emotional watching a chick flick and shed a glistening tear. I'm talking mascara ruining, ugly face making tears. 

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Military Funeral

Wednesday 25 July 2012

Writing can be cathartic and I need cathartic right now.

While I don't mean to over-post on my father's death I do want to write about his funeral. I feel like this is the final chapter in my journey of saying goodbye to him. I need to finish this chapter before I get back to life blogging about our vacation to Denmark (no I still haven't finished those posts!), and the NDSC convention and whatever else comes our way.

I have been a part of the military since the day I was born. My dad served 20 years in the Air Force and I knew a military funeral, steeped in tradition and ceremony, would be so very emotional. As if a funeral for your parent isn't emotional enough on it's own accord. I knew there would be an honor guard, a flag-draped coffin, the folding and presenting of the flag to the next of kin, the volley salute, and the playing of Taps.

I saw my father take his last breaths. I saw him in the casket at the viewing the day before the funeral. I was numb. It was, and really still is, surreal.

Seeing his flag-draped coffin being taken out of the hearse by the military honor guard somehow made it that more real.

Even though it was the same casket in front of me during the funeral service, when I saw it at the cemetery it hit me harder and I kept thinking, "That's my father. That's my father in that casket. This is really happening."

I wasn't prepared for those emotions. And I most certainly wasn't prepared for the emotions I felt when I glanced over at my brother. My brother, who was enlisted in the Air Force and then the Reserves, and who, a couple of years ago, commissioned in to the Army...my brother in his Army Dress Blues. He was standing on the path the honor guards were walking with the casket and he was saluting. (As was Joe, in his Air Force Service Dress). It wasn't that they did anything unusual, because of course they would be saluting a flag-draped coffin of a veteran; standing at attention and rendering respect and honor for the deceased. But this was my brother, and he was saluting our father's casket and it hurt my heart to see that, because I know that he was struggling with composure just as much as I was. The unbelievable-ness that we were burying our father much sooner than we ever thought we would be.

After the somberness of the flag-folding and presenting to his wife I prepared myself for the volleys they were going to fire.

Each of the three shots made me cry harder than the last. Each of the shots made it more final. I wanted to scream out "no!" with each of the shots. I just wanted my father back.

When the playing of Taps started I thought my knees were going to buckle. I wanted nothing more than to crumble to the ground and sob until I had nothing left. I didn't want to be standing there, having my father honored with the playing of Taps. I wanted to be back at his house talking about the Red Sox. This description of Taps couldn't be more accurate, "There is something singularly beautiful and appropriate in the music of this wonderful call. Its strains are melancholy, yet full of rest and peace. Its echoes linger in the heart long after its tones have ceased to vibrate in the air.        
                      - from an article by Master Sergeant Jari A Villanueva, USAF

I described the witnessing of a military funeral for one's own father as "poignantly beautiful, knee-buckling, and heart-breaking all at once."

 

 

May you rest in peace now Dad, your body free from the pain of cancer, and knowing that you gave it one helluva fight for nearly 3 years. Goodbye, Dad, I love you.

 

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So What! Wednesday - Merry Christmas to ya!

Well friends, it's another Wednesday and I'm, once again, linking up with my girl Shannon for some So What! action. I can't seem to hop off this link-up lately but it's cool, I'm ok with it.

Saying "So What!" is fun and this week I'm saying it if...

• I spent my entire work day yesterday streaming Christmas music through Pandora and it was fabulous. The Mariah Carey (Holiday) station, to be exact. It's like Xanex for your soul. Try it, you know you want to. If you don't like it, come over my house with a box of wine and I'll change your mind. Think dance party. 

Xtina's This Christmas... What's not to love about that song?? 

Yes, my inner teeny bopper still lives. Step off! 

• I don't think I have the "meal planning" gene in me. Seriously though, it seems so simple but all it does for me is make me cop a serious tude. What if I don't effing want chicken parmesan tomorrow night? Or what if I just don't feel like cooking that crap from scratch after my long day at work, dammit?! Just because this cute little graphic tells me to cook it doesn't mean I want to. Go away. Over it. Moving on.

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• I'm fairly sure that I spend more time on the clock at work roaming blogs and other social networks than I do actually working. My boss must really think I'm a very slow worker. My bad.

• I'm this close to purchasing these adorable pink corduroy TOMS for Fall and Winter right now. I mean, I need time for them to stretch out and get all comfy and stuff, right? I think yes. Yes, definitely. 

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• I've mentioned wanting Friday to be here already about 20 times on Twitter. I need a vacay - even if it is just going to my boyfriend's parent's place, it's on a lake and so relaxing (not to mention, I adore his parents a tonnnn). I'm ready... and then I need next Friday to come so I can be sippin' on some fruity, alcoholic concoctions (yes, plural, as in many) on a beach in Key West with my boo. 

Seriously though, my man knows how to make a girl feel loved. Can. Not. WAIT!


And that's that. I'm going to go back to my Christmas jams now and continue to wish Friday would stop being such a tease and come to mama already. Have a lovely Wednesday!

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Tutorial Tuesday!

Tuesday 24 July 2012

Good morning! Today I'm going all nail polish on you. A lovely group of ladies and myself decided on doing a tutorial Tuesday challenge and that day is today! 

I chose to try out Nailside's cloud tutorial. At first I was really intimidated by this mani but once I got the hang of the basic stroke it was a breeze, which was a nice surprise. In her tutorial she says to literally let the polish drip off the brush. I was skeptical but of course she was right. Worked like a charm!

The polishes I used for this mani are: 

Base: Duri Rejuvacote

Wet n Wild - I need a refresh-mint (love LOVE this color on it's own). 2 coats.

OPI - Your royal shine-ness. 2 coats.

OPI - Alpine Snow. 2 coats.

Top coat: Seche Vite

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"Scrape The Sky"

Monday 23 July 2012

"Scrape The Sky"


After hours in the grass
and I form fingertips;
pretending to capture images.
So used to this kind of intimate;
but not so much with you.
I wish to uncover you;
tiring of laying beneath
what keeps you so discreet.
I earnestly reach up high;
gently parting the clouds
as lovers would their eyes
in hopes of a better view.


I can't recall your countenance
or key in on what you resemble
but what happens in confidence
let's me know my hands are nimble.
I graze your fine skyline
like thread and thimble.
Your shape so fairly feline
but your skin smooth and simple.
Complex mental means and mixed dreams.
No solid semblance or scene.
Just faint reminders of slates unclean
sitting where the grass is green.


How poorly my memory serves me.
Truly unnerving.
Lord have mercy.
Forgive me.
I live lean;
leaving room for your saturation.
For the sake of fawn and fascination,
I ignore those who question maturation.
Some say you're a fabrication.
They claim that you aren't real;
but you transcend imagination.
I won't deny what I feel.


I let my hand linger
in the air like Gospel singers
or scorpions with sharp stingers
before I lick you off my fingers.
Such an amazing feat
I would proudly repeat
because your warmth greets my palm
with what tastes like expensive treats.
A milky way larger than Mars
better than milk chocolate marzipan
laced with maraschino marshmallows
dipped in Merlot and Moscato.


Dredged in syrup too sweet
for pancakes or waffles.
Dripping wild and free for me.
Deliciously coating fruit trees.
Magnificent decadence.
Such edible elegance
brings me to my knees
with an appetite Heaven sent;
So I've never had enough.
There's so much love to savor.
Extended hands are hardly labor
when reaching for your flavor.


I'll gladly be your skyscraper.
Keep me in your favor.
Time will never die.
With moist or dry eyes,
I will raise hands without shame.
I've no proof to claim.
You might not have a name;
but I love you all the same.
Thoughts of you shine bright
like street lights before the sun.
Even amid it's rays, I draw closer.
Make me your beholder.


Desire rests upon my shoulders.
I swear this air is colder.
The loneliness of weather
makes me wish I had feathers;
but I can only hope for wings.
This cold rain soaks and stings.
I'd relinquish worldly things
just to hear God's angels sing;
yet you just dangle on an angle.
At least that's how it appears.
I've stood on sheetrock and shingles
and I still can't see clear.


When I look up high,
can I scrape the sky
past the clouds that float
and the birds that fly?


When I look up high,
can I scrape the sky?
Collaborate with constellations
for a path drawing nigh?


When I look up high,
will you glance down low?
Will the planets align?
Will the galaxy glow?
Would God grant permission?
Would he allow you to go
to witness heartfelt renditions
of what I'll always show?
Can I show you forever?
With shoulders covered in feathers,
would you navigater weather
so we could be together?
If you have to leave,
will you ever come back?
I've rolled back my sleeves;
ready and willing to catch.


A gentle hiss flows
as the wind blows.
The softest of any kiss
never perched upon lips.
Dreaming of your hips.
Imagining your thighs.
From grassy plains, I take trips.
Mind slips and heart flies.


Onlookers will forever wonder why;
and until the day I die,
I'll chase that loving sigh.
Manipulate,
Navigate,
Excavate
till my life itself evaporates.
In search of you, I'll scrape the sky.


Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

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Weekend Escapades.

Here we meet again, Monday. Let's hope this week goes by fast, I'm ready for my birthday festivities to begin and they start on Friday! Ok, must stop dreaming. Let's talk about last weekend, shall we?

Friday night was fairly low key. Ok, really really low key. We went to Outback for drinks and a little din din and then we came home and relaxed. It may sound a little lame-ville USA but I was so down with laying low this weekend. Really, it was fantastic having little to no plans. 

This is the only picture I have from Friday night... My bad.

Saturday morning we woke up and decided to head to a little breakfast spot, which happens to be a staple in the little city that we live in. Seriously though, chickens just roam around this place like they own the city. It's real country and real delish. I tore up some biscuits and gravy... which I later learned was a huge mistake once the boyfriend suggested we hang by the pool for a little bit. Oops.

This little beauty showed up in my mailbox on Saturday, which was such a fab surprise! I ordered this case off Etsy a few days ago and it is just as stunning in person as it was online. Love my monograms. L-O-V-E my monograms.

Here's the Etsy store I ordered it from. So many adorable things in that shop!

We ordered Chinese food delivery Saturday night. If you don't know how happy this made me, let me explain that I love nothing more than a relaxing night in with my boyfriend, Chinese delivery, and some boxed vino (don't knock it til you try it).

This would be the fortune that one of us got in our cookie which caused one of our heads to grow too large to fit in our house. (hint: one of us isn't me) ;)

We also snuck in a little season 1 Jersey Shore marathon that was happening on MTV2. Guilty pleasure. Don't judge. 

Yesterday I got to play cheerleader while I watched my good looking boyfriend in his softball game. Who would I be if I didn't do my nails up for the occasion?

1...2...3.... awwwwww! LOVE!!

Ok, done with the obnoxious girlfriend thing... for now. 

PS. How funny is their team name, Pitch Please!? 

Nail polish lovers alert!! Walgreens has Sinful Colors polish on sale for $0.99 this week. Go get your sale polish on... 

I tore it up last night.

Alright, time to pretend I'm a productive employee for another week. Come onnnn, Friday. I'm ready to party like it's my birthday. Because it is, duh. Ok, lame. Sorry. I need to stop now. 

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