10th Annual Buddy Walk

Sunday 30 September 2012

Next Sunday we'll be attending our 10th annual Buddy Walk!

Yes, Kayla is only 9, but this is our 10th annual walk. Our first walk was in 2003 when she was just shy of 3 months old. My goodness I remember jumping in to the 'world' of Down syndrome and going to our first walk. I have to admit it was just a little bit overwhelming attending our first walk so soon after Kayla was born and we were still adjusting to the news of her diagnosis. I felt like Down syndrome was a part of our lives and we might as well just go to the Buddy Walk to see what it was all about! And we've gone every year since then.

This is our 3rd year walking for the Down Syndrome Association of Lowcountry. The walk is in such a beautiful location at Etiwan Park on Daniel Island.  I'm definitely going to miss my dad's presence at the Buddy Walk this year. Thankfully Kayla will have a couple of grandmas there with her though!

We would love it if anyone local wants to come walk on Kayla's team: Team Big Blueberry Eyes! If you can't walk with us but would like to support Kayla you can use the FirstGiving link or use the widget in the top left sidebar. Thank you!
 

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"Warmth In December Pt. 3: Come Closer, Baby"

Saturday 29 September 2012

"Warmth In December Pt. 3: Come Closer, Baby"

Racing past my fears
Like I haven't had it in years.
I can't help but cry;
But I'm laughing through the tears.

Pestilence and plague.
Your love my daily swarm;
But you no longer harm.
I've never felt so warm.

Racing past my fears…………

Legs churning.
Arms burning
Half as hot as the stains
Splashed across my brain.
Branded without bandage.
Sandwiched.
Thoughts tattooed atop the bruise;
But I still choose to cruise.
Running hard for a taste.
Can't key in on my pace.
Longing for your grace.
Willing to give chase.

Like I haven't had it in years…………

Like eight days,
Nine hours
And some change
Never happened.
Like I don't think back.
Like I can't retrace.
Like I can't link tracks.
Like I can't recall.
Like I don't remember:
That night in early December
When you took me in
Like I can't brave the winter.
Like we didn't revisit.
Like it wasn't explicit.
Likened to a rendezvous
Of the clueless and exquisite.
Like I never ate it up
Just to drink the juices.
Like you never gave it up.
Love, we never tied the loose ends.

In a rush for the touch.
Full speed for the need.
We planted the seed;
And I'm still ready to feed.
You still left no lead.
Won't answer your phone.
I hope you're still home…………
…………I hope you're alone.

You just can't move on.
You can't ask for more.
I want all of your warmth.
Embrace these open pores.
Freezing from profusion.
Shaken to the core.
Not from weather but confusion:
What's with this open door?
Glass on the floor,
Drapes left in shreds,
And a body slashed and scored
Rests within your bed.

I can't help but cry…………

Wishing to ask you why;
But you won't open your eyes.
I'm searching for the grace
As blood eludes your face.
No tact. Little taste.
Limbs severed and displaced
Like a rag doll fit for waste.
Too much to replace.
Deep cuts in your wrists
Where your hands once were.
Tongue removed smooth
Like you spoke too many slurs.

Who would dare to?!
Who would bear through
Stripping you bare to
Bind and ensnare you?!
What degree of twisted fascination
Incurred your numerous lacerations?!
What hunger for satiation
Involves your gross decapitation?!

Throat sore from screaming;
So I should start screening:
Look for signs of scheming.
Man, I must be dreaming……
……envelope near your waist.
My name on the cover.
This is your handwriting:

"To my twice lost lover:

If you're reading this,
I hope it's read aloud.
I don't regret that night.
I've never felt more proud
To give you what you've missed.
Each familiar kiss.
Every indecent wish.
Moments held in bliss.
I truly did want
You to ask for another;
But after you left,
I couldn't hide my blunder.
Time alone left me to wonder
If things had really changed.
Our love so misconstrued,
My heart was always strained.
I couldn't take the pain.
I wished to end my life;
But I had to tell him first.
I was a faithful wife;
But after tasting you again,
I knew that it all would end.
Painful wounds we couldn't mend
Was more than I could fend.
I wouldn't even pretend.
It was written on my face.
I implore you. Do not defend.
You've no need to make haste.
That night when we were together,
My soul rived in sigh and swoon.
We are bound to have forever.
You will see me again. Soon."

But I'm laughing through the tears…………

Sheer hilarity.
Chock full of chuckles
As I felt his knuckles
against the side of my head.
Fell next to you in bed.
Hand clutching your love letter.
He grabs his cleaver from the dresser.
I swear I've never felt better.
I can now grin
Without having to bear it.
Broken skin scars my chin.
He forcefully tears it.
Howling heartily from my lungs
As the blood leaks out.
Surprised he didn't take my tongue.
I just cackle and shout.

What's this all about?
You honestly can't see?
I suppose not since you're gone.
I am finally free!
No longer lustful and lonesome.
No longer held hostage.
I no longer feel the bondage
Of wanting to pay homage.
I ran back to you.
He crushes my ankles.
I reached out for you.
Loose limbs just dangle
Over my side of the bed.
The bottom line?
I was already dead.
That's the punchline.
What more needs to be said?
You've killed me twice already.
I can now lay near your body
Without the tension getting heavy.
My scars sore and sweaty.
I'd get closer if he'd let me.
He just continues to displace
But this smile stays on my face.

Gave my life for your grace.
I don't regret the chase.

I'd still race past my fears
Even if it took years.
I no longer have to cry.
I'm smiling from ear to ear.

Our past was pestilence and plague;
But we always welcomed the swarm.
Now that' there's nothing left to harm,
I swear I've never felt so warm. ♥ †EVL

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

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I'm late to the party (again)...

Friday 28 September 2012

Oh, hi there. Today you all are going to be like "WTF is wrong with this chick?". I'm about two weeks late and a lot of dollars short (whatever the hell that actually means) but I'm finally getting my little ass aboard Erin's, from Living In Yellow, 'I believe' link-up train. No time but the present, eh? Let's call it fashionably late. 

Sorry for missing your party Erin, next time don't start without me. Geeze.

I believe in anything and everything that sparkles.

I believe in 90's pop music.

I believe in acting as humanly cheesy as possible.

I believe that if you can wear yoga pants to work you should do it multiple times a week.

I believe that lime juice makes water far more enjoyable.

I believe in never putting your iPhone down. Unless you're in the pool or shower, or something.

I believe that playing old rap songs is the only proper way to prepare for a night out.

Source: iwastesomuchtime.com via Bianca on Pinterest

I believe that naked nails are sad nails.

I believe in smiling at strangers. It either makes their day or creeps them out. Win, win.

I believe in blonde highlights.

I believe in the Florida State Seminoles.

I believe in laughing until it hurts.

I believe in always accessorizing.

I believe in never giving up and always being accountable.

I believe chick flicks are good for the female's soul. 

I believe wine makes everything better. 

I believe in making faces when something is awkward.

I believe that no chore is executed correctly if you didn't dance during it.

I believe in carbohydrates. Lots and lots of carbohydrates. (suck it, Atkins)

I believe in keeping secrets.

I believe in life changing love.

I believe in taking chances.

I believe in doing what makes me happy and not worrying about what anyone else thinks.

I believe in making carpet angels.

I believe in spending multiple hours on Pinterest.

I believe in the person I have become.

I believe in foot popping kisses.

I believe in blogging about whatever you want to blog about.

I believe in best friends and soul mates.

I believe in overdoing it. 

I believe straws are the only way to drink all beverages.

I believe in staying true to myself.

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Everything and Nothing

Thursday 27 September 2012

Several times a day Lucas will ask me questions like:

"How do you know I did that?"
"How could you see that?"
"How did you hear that?"
"How do you know that's what it was?"
"How do you know what I was doing?"
"How do you know this, that, or the other?" (fill in the blank)

My response has gone from "I just do." to "Because I'm a mom and moms know everything."

Yesterday I went upstairs to see what he and Kayla were up to and I immediately walked to the cottage playhouse where they were both inside. Later Lucas asked me, "How did you know we were in the house?"

This time I answered him with how I knew, "Because I could hear the songs coming from the book Kayla had."

"How could you hear that?"

"Lucas, what do I always tell you? I'm the mom and moms know ...." I trailed off waiting for him to finish my usual sentence.

He finished it with "nothing!" and then laughed.

Later he asked me, "Where is the book?"

Not knowing what he was talking about I said, "I don't know."

My quick-on-his-feet son answered, "Yes you do! You know everything!"

 

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Step in to Ella's Office {A Lifeguard Press Review}

Hello, sweet friends. Today I am faced with a new challenge here on my blog. A beautiful company, by the name of Lifeguard Press, has been so sweet and sent me a some goodies for me to review here. (yay, goodies!) Why is this a challenge, you may ask (bitch, you just got free stuff... stfu)? Well, I have yet to figure out how to review a product without sounding like a used car salesman. 

So, I decided to hand the reins over to my educated K9 companion, Ella, to help me out with this task.

Because she knows a lot about shopping and darling preppy items. After all, she was a Florida State girl with me.

Step into her office, wont you?

From what I've been able to decipher, Ella's thoughts towards this sweet Lilly Pulitzer notebook and matching pen are all positive and upbeat.

She really enjoys the durable feel to this fancy pen, as it rests against her thumbless paw, and how nicely she can jot down all of her HTML coding notes for blog designs in this handy dandy book.

Yeah, you all thought I was the mastermind behind Gettin Whitty With It didn't you? (suckaaas)

Homegirl buys her own dog food and supports her uneducated little brother. She's really going places.

In addition, I pick up the vibe that she is loving the designs on each page and how fun they make writing on a new page. 

Ella also appreciated that she can bring her notebook along to the dog park and doesn't have to worry about the cover getting messed up because it's nice, hard and protected.

That Lilly thinks of everything!

Lilly Pulitzer A Day In The Life Journal   |    Lilly Pulitzer Ink Pen

We give Lifeguard Press a big thumbs up (well, I let Ella borrow one of my thumbs so she could) and think you should go spend your paycheck this week at their store. Ella's thinking about spending her paycheck on some things from the Dylan's Candy Bar section of their shop.

Can't kick that dogs sweet tooth.

Anywho, that's all we've got for you today, friends. Happy it's-almost-Friday-day!

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"Warmth In December Pt. 2: Let's Try Again"

"Warmth In December Pt. 2: Let's Try Again"

It's been a week.
One week,
an extra day
and nine hours.
wind chill on overkill.
My fifth cold shower.
Uncomforatble heat.
Tingling feet;
but no numbness.
Just pain.
Smashed my window pane.
Still on my brain...............

Insane? Hardly;
But I'm on the brink.
I can't have a drink
or even dare to blink
without you sitting there.
Over there.
That chair.
It's not fair.
Threw it out two days ago.
Dug it out yesterday.
Always found a way
to make sure that it stays.

That chair.
That's where you would embrace me.
You would say "Just face me, baby."
and then proceed to taste me.
Whiskey on that dresser
that you used to chase me.
You consumed me whole,
took three shots and said "So tasty."
You complicate me.
You make me hate your guts.
You make me miss you dearly.
I'm not thinking clearly.

Of course there is no discourse.
We used to keep in touch.
Never could forget the rush.
Caught up in the rapture
of one willing to run faster
for nights of love and laughter.
I would move at blistering pace
just for moments dipped in grace.
Dredged, dunked and splattered
like upholstery never matters.
Such a lovely mess.
Onlookers were impressed.

I can't break away.
Called you yesterday
and three nights before.
Maybe you had chores.
I'm even a fiend
for your answering machine.
Prince may become rogue.
King misses his Queen.
Couldn't be much further.
I want back what we once nurtured.
I'll do away with the charmer.
I want us to be warmer.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

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Generations of Red Sox Fans

Wednesday 26 September 2012

Last year, in a post about my grandfather, I explained why and how I became such a big Red Sox fan. I mention my father's love of the Red Sox in his eulogy. In fact, my father chose his outfit that he wanted to be buried in and it was no surprise that it was a Red Sox jersey and hat. (On a side note, I can't believe both my grandfather and father are now gone.)

Last year, as part of the 100th Anniversary celebration, the Red Sox had a brick program where fans were offered the chance to order engraved bricks, to be placed in Fenway Park.

What a great surprise this would be for my dad. It took me awhile to come up with what I wanted to put on the brick; and of course I was limited on space and how many characters.

I finally came up with this:

The Beausoleils 
Generations of
Red Sox Fans

My dad never got the chance to see the actual brick where it lies in Fenway Park, or a picture of it. But he did know about it - he received a replica brick last year. I think he was pretty proud of it.

 Last week my sister had the opportunity to attend a game at Fenway Park (we won't talk about just how jealous I was of that!)

I sent her the location of the brick: Dave Roberts section, Gate B, Section 12B and she found it for me.

One of these days I am going to get my kids to Fenway Park for a game.

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Wash, Rinse and Never Repeat

Hello, friends. Can we talk about laundry for a moment today?

Laundry.

I hatez it.

I am the girl who waits until she is completely out of articles of clothing to do laundry.

I may, or may not, also be the girl who has worn bathing suit bottoms as undies on occasion.

(not just in college)

For me, laundry is the biggest pain in the ass chore you could give me. I will never be that housewife you come home to find ironing and folding clothes.

(apologizing in advance to my future husband)

Shit, I'm lucky if my clean clothes even make it to my closet and drawers. 

These two hooligans thoroughly enjoy that I lack the laundry gene. 

They make beds on my dirty clothes and it's slightly disturbing, if we're being real here.

 Also, even more disturbing, they enjoy eating panties. When I do actually take the plunge to do a load (or 10) I have to dig under my bed to find the majority of my underroos.

Gross.

If they were grown men I believe they'd have multiple ads on Craigslist, "seeking a young girlfriend".

These $90 velour Juicy sweat pants?

One of those sweet faced (future Craigslist creepers), little cutiekins up there have managed to digest not one but three pieces of $90 Juicy velour in their lifetime.

I know what you're thinking, I'm not even mad - that's amazing. Yeah, me too. 

Or not. 

They're lucky I had to learn to sew during the process of obtaining my degree in Fashion Design & Merchandising (which I use so often now).

Maybe if I actually got around to doing laundry every once in a while this would not be an issue.

Moral of this story... Well, I'm not really sure. I just needed to rant about all of the dirty clothing I have on my bedroom floor right now that I need to wash. I'm on the verge of being out of bathing suit bottoms which means it's either do a load or freeballin - which I tend to try and stay away from. Anyone want to come over and help a sister out? I supply wine and lots of it.

One last thing before I leave you for the day and not do laundry.

I lost my phone for about 45 minutes last night and later found it in my fridge...

Maybe I need to lay off the vino.

But if I did that I never would have found it. Riddle me that.

Hash tag catch22.

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"Warmth In December Pt. 1: Old Time's Sake"

Tuesday 25 September 2012

"Warmth In December Pt. 1: Old Time's Sake"

Can't help but listen.
Smooth emissions.
Acute addiction
To this new edition.
Thought my latest mission
To be born of dilemma.
Caught crazy signals
From your chopped up antenna;
But I've always been fond
Of the fuzzy transmissions.
Eloquence only comes out
When I visit the dugout.

I greet you from the outside
With wet hair and cold air.
I know it's warm inside.
I've been there before.
I've come back for more.
When you open doors,
Clothes crash to the floor
As you embrace my pores.
Such a lonesome chore
Just trying to stay at bay
Especially when your efforts
Won't force me to turn away.

Passion still mean.
Procedure messy but clean.
Skin smooth as cream
And I'm ready for the milk.
Sheets dress the scene
And it's not even silk.
Thought I was gonna dry off;
But you let me ride off:
Moving about familiar plains
Like this land has no name.
I still follow suit;
But it doesn't feel the same.

Was inclined to believe
That a woman's water works
Contingent upon the harder work.
What is this that you purport?
Barely even a slight graze
And I could swim for days.
Nothing found of malaise;
But you're so easily dazed.
Lips slick and glazed.
Passion fruit so tender.
Couture leaves your contour.
I lay deep within the river.

What the past delivers
We find ourselves willing to claim
Between lips that quiver
And remaining articles maimed.
I've missed you so much.
Please don't stop now, baby.
Out there I chase lost times.
Herein lies my lately.
Against the same walls
Where pictures still fall.
On the same counters
We once roved between showers.

Home isn't mine.
Never felt so fine.
This isn't my place.
Feels good not having to chase.
You don't have to cry.
Never said goodbye.
Those dismissive sighs
Won't mask yearning eyes.
Even the sun itself
Won't quell the sting of winter;
But at least I got to feel
A night of warmth to remember.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

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WTF BOGO?

Good morning, my sweet lovers. Today I have a little bone to pick...

with myself. 

(Side note: WTF does that statement even mean? Pick a bone? Must have gotten it from my dad. Sounds really stupid. Moving on.)

I need to admit something to you all. Publix BOGO. I lovez it. I am incredibly mildly obsessed with roaming the isles of Publix every Thursday in search of the newest BOGO deals. Not even for the deal, not even slightly. Coupons? Yeah, I can wish to be one of those women with a stockpile of toothpaste I'm never going to put in my mouth but lezbihonest, your girl doesn't have the patience to sit down and go through a Sunday paper. Shit, I don't even know where I would obtain a Sunday paper.

BOGO = Buy one get one free.... for those of you who aren't familiar with my grocery store love, Publix. Or "Club Publix" as my local Publix in Tallahassee was referred to when I lived there. (I miss college. wah)

You bet your ass this girl was never caught dead at Club Pub in yoga pants back in the day. Nope, you don't ever drop by that Pub after a trip to the gym. 

Anyways, enough about my days as a college student. 

My problem obsession...

5 packages of Kraft macaroni & cheese.

We all need 5 packages of the classic blue box (or some rendition of the blue box) on hand at all times. What can I say? I'm a sucker for the powdered cheese (and Disney Channel character shaped pasta, duh).

You know, in case this ancient company decides to discontinue said product.

Shit goes on BOGO at least once a month, if you can't tell.

My bad.

As if the carbohydrate overload above wasn't enough for you, I'm the neighbor you want to visit if some sort of rice-side-conocotion famine goes down.

I may not have milk for you...

but I've got buffalo chicken flavored rice which you can conveniently prepare in under 5 minutes. 

You're welcome.

Having a BBQ? I'm your girl.

Not only do I have three bottles of Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ sauce in my pantry, I've got two more bottles in my fridge.

BBQ sauce is the new ketchup, no?

Or maybe I just have a legit problem.

Yeah, let's go with the first. No problem here.

Spaghetti sauce, I've got three.

And two more partially used jars in my fridge.

I want moreeeeee.

(name that Disney movie)

Clearly the distinction between five cheese sauce and three cheese sauce is reason enough for my multiple purchases.

It's very common in this household that the boyfriend will come home and let me know he's just not feeling cheese number 4 or 5 and so he needs the three cheese.

Oh, wait...

I've got a sea of tuna fish in my pantry for those of you who are interested in a month long supply of tuna sandwiches.

Or maybe you have a cat? This is the place for you.

I honestly have no idea what even prompted this purchase or when I will ever put a decent dent in 12 cans of tuna fish.

Heres to hoping for a hurricane party?

I have enough pizza sauce to start a pizzeria. 

I just don't know when I'm going to have time to open Yoga Pants Pizzeria.

Or where I will find enough dough and cheese to mix with this pizza sauce.

I've got big plans for this one though guys, I promise.

Remember my pasta sauce collection up there?

I've got more pasta than pasta sauce. 

This shit is legitimately always on BOGO and for some absolutely unheard of reason, I continue to cave in to this purchase.

I really don't have any words for this display of carbohydrate affection. 

Oh, but don't get the "Healthy Harvest" pasta. That shit tastes like cardboard. Ew.

Boxed wine.

I have a stock pile of the shit. It always goes on BOGO and I can't stop stockpiling it.

I really hope you didn't believe that.

If Corbett Canyon, Franzia, or any other member of this family goes on BOGO, you bet your ass I will start my first and only stockpile.

I'm going to go make a turkey sandwich for my lunch now and use absolutely nothing that I listed in this post.
Have a fab day. I'm out!

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Pink lips and football games.

Monday 24 September 2012

Gooood morning, lovers! I am DRAAAAAGING this morning. I think I got about 2 solid hours of sleep last night and I'm feeling it bad... I've got to get on board with this melatonin thing so many of you ladies seem to be loving. My plan is to get on that TONIGHT. I needz my sleep.

This weekend flew by and I can't believe this is the last week of September. WHERE has 2012 gone?!

On Friday we went to happy hour and I rocked some hot pink lips. We are extreme homebodies so I'll use any excuse to bust out my current fav lipstick. 

Anyone else loving this bright lip trend going on right now? I can't get enough. They make me feel so Khloe Kardash. 

Side note from happy hour... we had fried banana peppers. Can we please talk about this for a second?! So delish. These were a close relative of my love, fried pickles, for sure.

After happy hour we went home where I proceeded to drink 2 more glasses of wine and fell asleep by 9. Your girl can't hang anymore and it's starting to get slightly embarrassing.

Saturday was game day aka my favorite excuse to day drink! We met up with my favsie honey boo boo, Kate and her hubz to watch the Gator game. I was the long ranger Nole fan but it's cool...  Garnet and gold are much more attractive colors. 

Once again, I came home from the bar and took a nap. I'm telling you, 20 year old Whitney wouldn't even know this person I am anymore. Not too long from now I'll be going to get fitted for some orthopedic shoes. Here's to hoping they have pink ones with sparkles.

Once I woke up from my hibernation nap it was time for my Noles to whoop some Clemson ass. They did not disappoint and I was one happy Nole fan!

Throwing this cutie in here because she looks like a munchkin waiting on the stairs for me to let her out in the morning. 

Yesterday I got to hang out with my mama for a little lunching and shopping. She finally convinced me to buy my new case for my iPhone 5 since we got shipping confirmation on Saturday. So ready for my new phoneeeee. Come to mama, Siri.

Which reminds me... I'm having a harder time deciding what I want Siri to call me than I did choosing a new case... which was really way more difficult than it should have been.

And with that, I think I'm done with my rambling for today. I warned you all, I'm running on little to no sleep. If you have feelings and thoughts on melatonin feel free to give me your two cents. I'm desperate for some good sleep without having trippy dreams and feeling like I'm a zombie in the morning.

Have a lovely Monday, all!

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Kayla's Picture in Times Square

Sunday 23 September 2012

We weren't able to make it to NYC for the NDSS Buddy Walk. I really wanted to see Kayla's picture when it showed on the Jumbotron in Times Square, but with everything we had going on this summer (and now that school has started) we just weren't able to make it happen.

Thank goodness for great friends! My friend Laura was there to see her son's picture and was able to take this picture for me.

I love it! I bet it looked amazing up on the Jumbotron!


One of these years we're going to get to NYC for the Buddy Walk!

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Getting down on Friday.

Friday 21 September 2012

Am I the only one who wakes up with lioness hairz? Some mornings when I look in the mirror I wonder how people with hair like mine ever survived without irons and product. Just a thought since I actually took the time to tame this wild beast today. A special Friday treat, if you will. 

You're welcome, humans who are forced to come in contact with me today.

Anywho, let's write some letters. It's been a while since I've done a link-up and I'm already in happy hour mode, so the chances of my writing something with more substance is slim to none.

Dear Dogs, I'm thrilled you love sleeping in a king sized bed as much as I do but, for the love of Honey Boo Boo child, you both are a whole 12 pounds combined. How the HELL do you manage to take over my entire side during the course of the night? Oh and Ella, mommy does not appreciate you kicking her so you can stretch out and take up more of her space. It's pretty rude, if were being honest here. Dear Boyfriend, it's been quite a week. Yes it has. Our hula hoop party in the bathroom this morning was a blast. Also, I'm sorry I just shared that we pretended to hula hoop while we were brushing our teeth this morning. I love your sexy face. Dear Pumpkin Spice Bagels, DAMMIT you're so delicious. I've had one of you every day this week and I'm starting to feel you in my arse. We may need to break up - but I'm not convinced yet. Dear NYC, I can't even believe I'll be on a plane headed your way 2 weeks from today. I'm sooooo excited to show the boyfriend how amazing you are. PS. Please have weather in the 70's for me so I can wear scarfs and cardis. Dear Budgeting, As it turns out, you really do work, imagine that. Color me impressed. Dear Samilicious, You my girl, blue. Also, I was serious about us dancing in the rain together. Who do we consult about our states moving slightly closer?

Dear Readers, A sweet, misinformed, soul named Kayla invited me to take over her blog today. Read at your own risk. I explain my ambitions to be a reality star and also how I obtain free medical care. 

Have a fab weekend, lovers. I'm out!

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Copenhagen and The Little Mermaid

Thursday 20 September 2012

We spent our last day in Denmark in Copenhagen which included seeing the statue of the Little Mermaid.

Kayla enjoying a quiet moment with my cousin's husband.

My cousin asking Lucas which car he would pick.

Getting ready to take a boat taxi around Copenhagen.

Cousins!

 

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