my weekend

involved crafting up a fabulous guestbook for my sister's wedding,

making some necessary clothing purchases with mom for wedding day and weekend (boyfriend did too),

running errands with and for mom for the wedding,

a trip to newport with the boyfriend for necessary/appropriate wedding day attire,

hair trim for wedding (seeing a pattern here yet?)

and fantastic evening of dinner and dessert with boyfriend

wedding is in less than 2 weeks now!

p.s. momma bought these fantastic gourds today

forgetting to remember and remembering to forget

My Soul is the Sky (a lovely blog favorite of mine)

I need to forget you so I can remember me. I mean it's only right because I have to live with me every day and I no longer get to live with you being a part of my life every day. I still have conversations with you in my head. Of course most, if not all of them, are completely one sided. That one side being me. It's funny, because it's now the opposite of how it was when we were together...

I remember you far too often, reliving memories from our past lives together. I also too often have dreams of you. Every time I feel as if I've come a long way on the road to recovery, I'm reminded of the you that was, the us that was, the me that was and I'm back to missing you and hating myself for the things I've done and the pain I've caused you and myself these past few years. Yes, I'm recovering from you. Still. I'm trying to get over you still. Trying to move past you and the past...

They all tell me that I'm better off without you. They also told me that from the start. I didn't listen then so what makes them or my heart think I will even listen now. The truth of the matter is, I miss you. And not in a whenever I'm lonely or sad or terribly blue I miss you out of habit. I miss you when I remember the fun times, the happy times. When people, events, days remind me of you and the things that we did and the conversations we had and the things you said, oh the marvelous and beautiful things you would tell me. Exactly what I always wanted to hear. And that should have been my first clue into the real you...

I need to forget you so I can remember me. You see, there's someone new. Someone who deserves my full attention, thoughts, undying love and beauty. Someone who is slowly beginning to see my true self, my true worth. This person has been waiting patiently for quite some time for me to return. To return to solid ground. It's time I gave me the respect and love I deserve.

It's time I forgot you and remembered me.

It's time I understood what love is truly all about.

It's time I forgot you because deep down I know you've already forgotten me.

And what's the point in loving someone who never truly loved you?

little miss. perfect

Could someone please paint this on my ceiling so when I wake up every morning it's the first thing that I see?

i think this describes me perfectly. miss. perfectionist here just waiting on perfection to happen in and to every aspect of my life. and let me tell you miss. perfectionist and miss. impatient do not get along well. been trying my darndest to accept the simple fact that i have everything i could possibly need right here and now. why is this concept so hard for me to grasp?

hobby or potential career?

Above are some sample pages from the guestbook/scrapbook I made for my Uncle Craig and Auntie Suzanne's wedding (June 2010). Now I am working on my second one. This time it is for my big sister's wedding this November. I have to say, I'm not really the scrapbooking type so this combination of scrapbooking/leave empty spaces for people to sign, really works for me.

sundayEvening

I wish I could say that I made both of these delicious treats Sunday evening, but alas I did not. My amazing Momma did. Mom made our sour cream coffee cake from Grammie's cookbook and then these chocolate brownies (from a box, but still!). Isn't she the best. :0)

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful ee cummings

I love the rain. It's a great excuse to wear my cute zebra covered rainboots and curl up in a huge, body engulfing armchair, with something by Dosteovsky, and a warm beverage (well I suppose only when it's a cold rain) and just smile. I'm a total puddle jumping, walk through them and not around them person. I mean what's the point of wearing your rainboots if you're going to purposefully avoid the puddles? Come on now. That's what they are made for.

Well, I must be honest with you, and admit one thing I don't particularly like about the rain. I love the rain but simply can't stand getting wet. I'm the raincoat wearing type, not the umbrella type. Umbrellas are useless in Boston, especially in the downtown wind tunnel. Also, my hair is quite a mess on it's own without the added bliss of rainfall, so a hood is a must. Not a flimsy umbrella. So, I guess what I'm saying is I love the rain when I don't have to go out in it. When I can enjoy it from the indoors, while it's happening and then partake in the aftermath, the glorious, sometimes mud filled, puddles.

have a happy thursday everyone!

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looking for the strength and the courage to contend with this world

i aspire to be a woman of great character, spirit and strength. a woman of charm, elegance, beauty and reckless abandon. an impressive lover and outstanding kisser. moral compass, beauty and grace, wit, talent, determination. inner peace, spirituality and tranquility. a force to be reckoned with. happiness, smiles, warm embraces. kindred spirit, soul of a sailor. proud, emotion, balance and equilibrium. one without borders or limits.
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