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| Went through my "save it box" from over the years & found [1] sandals from Costa Rica [2] signed Avalon poster [3] tennis folder with game scores [4] cubbies vest [5] baby calendar |
Monday
may 30th
Sunday
Friday
Tuesday
Monday
Sunday
may 20th
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| Julianne got the complete package: hair & nails done by her big cousin [mwa] & an evening filled with Animal Planet man-eating fish, karaoke, & Pippi Longstocking. |
Saturday
may 19th
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| Southwest, I have been missing out! You are by far the best airline I've ever flown with. Thank you for the complimentary pita chips & honey roasted peanuts... the key to my heart. |
Wednesday
Tuesday
heartache four months overdue is still heartache
i'm almost tempted to leave this post blank for fear of writing slam poetry or hateful thoughts. i've complained my heart out only to hold down the backspace button until it all disappears. having a pity party does nobody any good, especially the hostess. so, rather than copy & paste song lyrics that seem to portray my current feelings [rolling in the deep, anyone? adele is a mastermind]... well, i'm not sure what i'll do instead. not sure what i'm doing even writing this post, because i know i'll just embarrass myself further. but... what the hey, it's a chance i'll take.
what i have been experiencing is something i never imagined in a million years would happen to me. funny how we have a perfect little life planned out for ourselves & then --BAM-- in an instant, it's shattered. gone. nothing more than a memory. God's way of reminding us that He has control of the wheel... i'm just along for the ride [total cliche, but carrie underwood did a fine job, don't you agree?]
nothing could have prepared me for the aftermath. sure, people go through this all the time. change is inevitable & heartbreak is expected. but still... the pain & loneliness is almost too much for my little self to handle. and the part that hurts the most? [thank you, rascal flatts for asking that rhetorical question which i feel compelled to answer]. feeling stuck in the same spot while the world moves on without noticing. it's like a continual slap in the face. but the funny thing is, people don't seem to realize [and/or care??] they're the ones doing the deed. it's at this point in my self-indulging buffet that i ask myself, does it even matter? why bother keeping up with those who have obviously moved on without me? they're happy & content... i have just as much a right to do the same. anddd there i go complaining. let's move along [courtesy of the all american rejects].
so much easier said than done. healing can be such a long process... but the road there is the journey that shapes us into who we are. it's what makes us unique, like snowflakes & puzzle pieces. the path left behind & the steps ahead are full of laughter, joy, pain, & sorrow. to fully experience joy, one must first face the fire. although complete opposites, they kind of go hand in hand. so, let's join hands & fight this battle together.
though my heart is so broken it seems impossible to pick up the pieces & make it whole again, i hold on to the hope that one day, i'll find joy. a happiness so vibrant it's contagious.
but a small part of me will always belong here... & every once in a while, i'll come back for a visit.
what i have been experiencing is something i never imagined in a million years would happen to me. funny how we have a perfect little life planned out for ourselves & then --BAM-- in an instant, it's shattered. gone. nothing more than a memory. God's way of reminding us that He has control of the wheel... i'm just along for the ride [total cliche, but carrie underwood did a fine job, don't you agree?]
nothing could have prepared me for the aftermath. sure, people go through this all the time. change is inevitable & heartbreak is expected. but still... the pain & loneliness is almost too much for my little self to handle. and the part that hurts the most? [thank you, rascal flatts for asking that rhetorical question which i feel compelled to answer]. feeling stuck in the same spot while the world moves on without noticing. it's like a continual slap in the face. but the funny thing is, people don't seem to realize [and/or care??] they're the ones doing the deed. it's at this point in my self-indulging buffet that i ask myself, does it even matter? why bother keeping up with those who have obviously moved on without me? they're happy & content... i have just as much a right to do the same. anddd there i go complaining. let's move along [courtesy of the all american rejects].
so much easier said than done. healing can be such a long process... but the road there is the journey that shapes us into who we are. it's what makes us unique, like snowflakes & puzzle pieces. the path left behind & the steps ahead are full of laughter, joy, pain, & sorrow. to fully experience joy, one must first face the fire. although complete opposites, they kind of go hand in hand. so, let's join hands & fight this battle together.
though my heart is so broken it seems impossible to pick up the pieces & make it whole again, i hold on to the hope that one day, i'll find joy. a happiness so vibrant it's contagious.
but a small part of me will always belong here... & every once in a while, i'll come back for a visit.
--never be sad for what is over, just be glad that it was once yours--
Monday
may 16th
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| Matthew loves hedgehogs so we decided to make hedgehog cookies. Ours ended up being flat & black but just as good as fat white hedgehogs right? |
Sunday
may 15th
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| Hipster glasses have joined my world. Other guilty pleasures: I bought 3 bracelets today, organic granola is currently my favorite food, & Adam Lambert has been on repeat when I work out. |
may 14th
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| Matthew's a beast on the soccer field... scored the first goal! I'm one proud sis. He can also rock the beanie visor & still be intimidating. |
Friday
may 13th
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| Friday the 13th is my favorite day ever. And not because Taylor Swift's favorite number is 13. She copied me. |
may 12th
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| These were the scariest/meanest looking glass people figures I've ever seen... no wonder people are afraid of church :( |
may 11th
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| At last a homemade dinner! Spaghetti with sausage, onions & mushrooms, provolone cheese & pestoooo. Thanks mum! |
Wednesday
Monday
may 9th
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| I've inherited my dad's mad packing skills... but explain to me why I packed all my necessities in bags that will be Fedex-ed to my house in 5 days?? Having one pair of underwear & no toothbrush may get interesting. |
Sunday
may 8th
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| A snapshot of my desk: [1] Two protein bars, completely different brands but both called Balance. Creative. [2] My new watch my friend didn't want anymore. Score. [3] Dear John DVD that has been sitting in the lounge all year unclaimed. Finders keepers? |
Saturday
Thursday
may 5th
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| You know when you're out in public & your mom/grandma/other embarrassing adult just HAS to document the occasion via photo? Totally played the part tonight. I'd say I captured their embarrassment quite well. |
may 4th
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| So Long Arletta. note to self: if you can't even sound good with a synth mic, then you shouldn't be performing. So long, Arletta. |
Tuesday
Monday
Sunday
may 1st
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| Being part of the Wedding Planner Society certainly has its benefits: free cake samples. [This cake had an S on the top. I knew it was meant to be.] |
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