tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37975040088873240202024-02-18T18:48:57.065-08:00house with the green lighttravels, trials + pursuits through life.Valariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-79300367795092600402014-09-11T05:43:00.001-07:002014-09-11T05:43:08.703-07:00A moment of silence...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">13 </span>years ago today it happened. Around the time I am writing this post now.<br />
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It gives me chills to think about that day. Something that seems like only yesterday.<br />
There are kids sitting in middle school class rooms who weren't even alive when our home was threatened and lives of amazing, innocent, heroic people were lost.<br />
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Our hearts were broken and devastated. But we came together as a family and a nation to grow past the tragedy that struck our home. Growing stronger and stronger each year that passes.<br />
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My thoughts and prayers are with those today who were affected by the tragic events.<br />
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Have you realized how fast this freaking year has gone by?<br />
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For starters, I haven't blogged since like, what? Valentines day. That's freaking ridiculous. I need blogging in my life. But when the day turns into a week, that's now the weekend and another holiday gone out the window; who has time?!<br />
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I cant even right now. I really cant. So much has happened since February. I don't even know where to really begin. I have moved back to my home town MONTHS AGO. And I have seen a few new places here and there... I might wanna bust out those photos so you can see. Needless to say I have been distracted. I don't want to be distracted, nor do I enjoy it -- sometimes it just happens.<br />
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I'm in a place of my life right now that I haven't been before. 30 is knocking on the back door and that pretty little list I made years ago look pretty wimpy. So wimpy I don't even have the finished version on the site yet. Pathetic. But even though I have only checked off a few things on that list, I wouldn't say that I have just been sittin' on my butt. Yeah, yeah -- I maybe a little disappointed I am not as far as I would like to be; but a lot has happened, I would have never even knew to put on that list!<br />
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If you are a person of passion, as I. You might like to do a looooot of things ya may not have time for! Then one day you decide to pick up a few new things. Now you have all these hobbies and you want to do them all and you can't! If only we could win the lottery and play all day.<br />
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Having a lot of hobbies isn't a bad thing. In fact this is a quality I tend to look at strongly for the opposite sex and the friends I pick up along the way. The thing about hobbies is it shows that you are passionate. When a person isn't passionate about anything -- there's a problem. Plus hobbies keep ya busy. If you're not actively involved in a hobby, then I bet a buck, you're bored out ya, gourd. And if you're bored... you're probably going to bore me, because I like to do stuff! <br />
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I remember when I was growing up and I'd bring a guy home to meet my dad and the age old question would come out.... "So whats he like to do?" If that list was short, non-existent, or full of stuff like play-video games -- Daddy wasn't buying it. It took a few years for me to fully understand why he would get such a sour look on his face.<br />
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Wanna guess how many of those guys I am still with? NONE!<br />
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They couldn't entertain them self, let alone me. And I hope for their sake as the years have gone by they have found a few passions of their own, and aren't all red-eyed, still stuck in front of a screen.<br />
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So cheers to the hobbies we have and being too busy to blog. Sometimes it isn't always a bad thing! If I wasn't out doing stuff, then I wouldn't have anything to blog about!<br />
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<i>What are your favorite things to do during free time? Scrapbook? Garden? Brew Beer? </i>Valariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-11175875077762957802014-02-14T08:43:00.000-08:002014-02-14T09:22:10.796-08:00I will love you until the law asks me to stop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is about the people you love, not pretentious gifts. Show someone a little extra affection this day. Even if its just your cat. Give Mr. Fluffy some extra kisses and kitty treats today. </div>
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Valariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-9672453157102893082014-02-05T17:28:00.000-08:002014-02-14T09:17:17.361-08:00Come on baby, light my fire.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Now I understand there is a lot of controversy regarding this holiday and how it was created by the card and candy companies, but come on... its fun! So many different creative ways to show your love to your friends and lovers.<br />
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However, I do have one complaint about this holiday... The whole going out to eat bullshit. Because there is nothing more romantic then going to a restaurant crammed packed full of people. It's hot, the line is an hour long, the service sucks because every server is in the weeds, and the two of you end up in some stupid fight because you are hangry (angry due to hunger). This is a cop out if you ask me. If you want to take me out to dinner on Valentines you better have a private jet waiting that is taking us to Italy or something. Not Applebees.<br />
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I want you to show me your love. Not buy me jewelry, candy, and flowers because you feel obligated to for a holiday. Now don't get me wrong. I love jewelry, candy, and flowers but I rather those things done randomly.<br />
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Valariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-5743219346545903652013-12-30T08:36:00.000-08:002014-02-14T09:18:41.175-08:00My inner child is a drunken whore.<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">W</span>ell. Well. Well. If it isn't that time again. Another year has come and gone. It is amazing how quickly the time passes. It feels like yesterday I was writing a post to bring in the year 2013. I had high expectations for this year and it sure was a good one. Lets see some of the highlights and low points of my past year.</div>
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<li>I worked on New Year resolutions.Got rid of some people from my life that were draining the energy from me. </li>
<li>I attempted to get in to shape. I went hard for about 4 months and then I met a boy... and my energy went towards building our friendship. </li>
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<li>My dads best friend passed away unexpectedly and was very hard on the family.</li>
<li>I had a killer tea party birthday party with all my best girlfriends.</li>
<li>My favorite designer, Lilly Pulitzer passed away. </li>
<li>we played an awesome game of drunk kickball.</li>
<li>Got in a fight with barnacles and cut my self all up, not once but twice.</li>
<li>Ashley, Krista and I did the color me rad 5k race. </li>
<li>I sold a book... haha yea, just one. But one is better than none. </li>
<li>Got caught in the rain during the Poker Run.</li>
<li>Got caught in the rain trying to take the boat out a few times, ending up at a bar. </li>
<li>my girlfriends Rachael and Mallory got engaged!</li>
<li>my girlfriend Gillian got pregnant and then delivered the most beautiful baby girl I've ever seen.</li>
<li>Got caught skinny dipping by the police.They let us go. </li>
<li>I moved to Fort Myers for a job in Interior Design!</li>
<li>I found a kitten and named her Harper aka Little Shit. And she is the craziest most adorbs thing you could ever meet.</li>
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I had an amazing year. I'm not sure what this next year will bring but I'm ready for it. Every year has its good and it bad moments. As long as the good out weigh the bad. Starting a new year is always so exciting for me. The new people you may meet. The new adventures you will experience! Fears you may over come. Travels and wonders, even if you only visit them in your mind. Something this new year is going to trump the latter... Now if I could just think of some resolutions!</div>
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Valariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-76902490735451230792013-10-01T23:35:00.000-07:002014-02-14T09:19:00.390-08:00Her eyes make diamonds look like loose change.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just like a human being it is the events and experiences which we encounter that make us who we are. This is what defines our beauty and our personality to outsiders. And through all the ice ages, lighting storms and wild fires she has fought through, she is just as stunning as ever.</div>
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If you haven't read my post when I visited Yosemite back in February 2012, I highly suggest that you take a glimpse at some of the photos I took and what I got to experience. I am almost positive I could go back every year for the rest of my life and not see some of those things ever again. It really makes me believe that on that day, that hour, and that precise moment... I was exactly where I was supposed to be on this Earth. For every road I had traveled had brought me to that point. I can't ever look back and say I wish I did things different. That was my sign that I have taken every correct turn and opened all the right doors up to that moment of my life.</div>
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<br />Valariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-15824783615040785622013-09-23T17:15:00.000-07:002014-02-14T09:17:37.383-08:00Where the hell was my guidance counselor that day!?!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-large;">I</span> don't know about you. But I think about a bunch of random shit. Like a BUNCH of random shit. I sometimes like to blame it on my imagination.<br />
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As most of you know I am an Interior Designer, and one of the things deal with a lot is.. COLOR. Imagine that. We as human beings love color. We strive on color, it is the bane of our existence. It shows how we feel, what we are thinking, our energy level, our living habits, just about everything. But when it comes to color, it is not truly a color, until it is named. And you know exactly what I'm talking about ladies...</div>
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Boy walks in... "Wow babe, that orange skirt makes your ass look like a fruit filled muffin I wanna just take a big bite out of." </div>
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You heard nothing of this compliment of him comparing your ass to a sweet diabetic treat. All you heard is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">orange</span>. As you scoff, "Ugh, ACTUALLY *swiveling your neck and rolling your eyes* its kumquat sorbet... NOT orange!"</div>
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Of coarse these names have to go further than the classics once we get to a certain point. When you have 6 shades of white, eventually you have get creative. Then with every 6 shades of white, there is 50 companies out there creating that shade. They just have different names so you always purchase their color vs the other brand when your head board slams up against the wall one too many times, and knocks the paint off. This is to insure it is the perfect match.</div>
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But who exactly gets this job and how do you apply for it? Then what lucky S.O.B. actually gets that job? Is there specific qualifications?! Do you need a degree? or just a diploma? I'm not sure where my guidance counselor was that day, but sometimes it makes me feel like I got the short end of the stick. Here I went to school to do more with color, but how cool is it to be like "yea bro that paint shade in your living room, its called 'Moroccan Whore' because I said so!" Yup! I officially want to be your best friend, lets go out for margs and we can totally bounce ideas off each other.</div>
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So, it probably seems sorta silly, who would wanna name paint colors for a living, it must get boring you say. But think about it. Your nail polish for example. "Oh girl! I love your nails. What color is that?" you reply, "Its the new Essie color, I just named it 'Inebriated Ivory! its in every fashion magazine on the shelf." And sure enough. Every bitch in every fashion magazine has Inebriated Ivory on her nails for the Summer or 2029 season. And you named that shit.</div>
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Color me silly if you must. But all my designer friends and I, have all thought about naming paint swatches. It kinda makes things interesting. Who can come up with the most creative name. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">W</span>ell the time has come! I made the move down to Fort Myers this weekend, and today was the first day of my new job! It's not bad so far. I have kinda been enjoying my self to be honest. The build up the past few weeks has been extremely nerve wrecking. So many changes all happening at once. A post or so ago I spoke about taking the scary road vs. the smooth road. I had great reasoning for that. I am starting to believe that my instinct was right. And even though I did make the conscious decision to take the rougher route, I still needed that extra little push to get me there. I always knew deep down inside, this was the way it was going to be.<br />
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I have one thing to do for the next 12 months, and that is to be a sponge. A shiny, squeaky clean, brand new sponge ready to take on the world of design. To learn everything that I didn't learn in school. And if there is one thing that couldn't be stronger it would be my support team cheering me on and standing behind me. You know who you are. You are all my rock. My family, my best friends, even some people on the side lines that are cheering me on. I am where I am today because of you all.<br />
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Once again I have embarked on a journey and it gives me great pleasure to share with you all the wonderful things that come along. Todays journey -- A drug test! .... music please!<br />
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I hear my name called. As I look up I see the nurse. She directs me to the side door where I enter and follow her down the long corridor. She asks me for my date of birth and proceeds to hand me a cup. She shows me on the cup with her finger about an inch up from the bottom where I should...<br />
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Let me stop. I wouldn't do that to you... or would I???<br />
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I gently remove the cup from the nurses hands, and proceed through the bathroom door....<br />
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never mind.. this has clearly gone too far....<br />
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Oh! B-T-Dubs! I have pictures of the new place! It's absolutely adorbs. I shall get you them no later then the weekend! Hope everyone had a great Labor Day, and a great 4 day weeeeeeeeek!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">T</span>his week has been extremely taxing. I have had to make a very large, and very hard decision.<br />
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The fork in the the road. Right or left? The road with sun rays and fuzzy creatures hopping along the side, or the road with dark black clouds and scary trees.<br />
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I took the latter and I am terrified. But I think in the long run the two roads are disguised as the other. What I thought was dark and scary ends up being beautiful and fulfilling, as the one that looked great would really be my eradication.<br />
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I can only hope it is the right decision. But I guess there is only one way to find out. Sometimes you have to break out of your comfort zone. Time to close one chapter and open a new one.<br />
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I have two weeks to relocate my life two hours south of where I am.<br />
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Let the games begin.Valariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-8417461885936833492013-08-13T20:28:00.002-07:002013-08-13T20:31:46.613-07:00Thou shall not take shit.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">S</span>ometimes we have to grow up. Not because we think it is time. Not because we hit some milestone in life. But because life has decided to align all the stars in the universe and play one big mind fuck on us. But like I said in my previous post. Everything happens for a reason. We are given these trials at times when we need them the most.<br />
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I am really dealing with this right now. Being given all these different problems. Some good, some bad, but still new conflicts in my life that I have to figure out how to solve. Of coarse the solution is no where near easy.<br />
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I have been challenged with life happiness, finance and relationships. Mother nature has sent a tornado to weed out the unnecessary aspects in my life. A final sacrifice to find out who is the love and who is the knife. I hope I prevail and flourish.<br />
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I can feel the growth inside of my heart. It hasn't been an easy few weeks, but I know this specific cluster of problems is what will chisel my personality and well being.<br />
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I shall never be the same person again.<br />
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everyone can go fuck themselves. =]<br />
xoxoValariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-13351392467988600552013-05-23T10:31:00.003-07:002014-02-05T17:43:05.331-08:00be young. be dope.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-large;">T</span>hese are a few of the motto's I like to live by. Life is too short. I am sure a lot of people think I am crazy, and a little too spontaneous, but it makes me who I am. And to be completely honest, sometimes I think I could live a little harder. But no matter how hard or soft I think I live, I don't think I could live with my self if I tried to slow down.<br />
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You are only young once, and when opportunities come up, you may never get that chance again. So what I am tired, and hung over the next day. But more times then none, those spontaneous decisions I make end up being the most fun... ever.<br />
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I work a shit ton, I have three jobs and none of them are in the field I went to school for. I'll get there. Thats something I also firmly believe in -- everything happens for a reason, and everything will happen when its time. You try to force something to happen, it either wont, or will make you ridiculously unhappy. But when you wake up with the fire of determination in your eyes, thats when you make shit happen.<br />
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I took a day off work the other day because one of my good friends needed to be picked up from the airport. Her flight got delayed so I decided to lay in the pool. I didn't even read. I put on Lana Del Rey radio on Pandora, and just sat; and sat some more. I cant even begin to tell you the last time I have had such a wonderful time sitting by my self soaking up the sun just letting my brain suck in the music, and thoughts.<br />
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I had a rough weekend, full of drunk kickball, jumping off boats, getting all cut up from barnacles, and blacking out. Some people may frown on theses actions. And maybe at one time I may have felt shame for acting so ridiculous. But who are we to judge. I obviously do these things because they make me happy. To keep my life spontaneous and real. I am still young. I am not tied down, and I do not have children. I would never change a thing about my journey through life, and where I am today. I can only hope it flourishes even more.<br />
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Sometimes we get over whelmed, don't loose the child within. You can only regret what you do not do. It is easy to get caught up thinking you're old, and you can't do things you once did. You can. It is all mental. Thinking negatively burns the soul, and kills us slowly.<br />
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Be young. Be dope.<br />
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<br />Valariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-83227414024099582312013-04-24T19:04:00.000-07:002013-04-24T20:37:28.008-07:00Started. Started from the bottom, now we here.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">I</span>f you'd like to purchase a copy of my book, it is $10 off right now with the promo code SHARING10. So go ahead and get that copy you've been waiting for!!! This offer doesn't last long. So get your copy before May 2. Your library or coffee table will thank you. And I will love you!<br />
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Valariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-1907820232552799552013-04-21T19:14:00.000-07:002013-04-21T19:15:01.003-07:00B-b-b-b-b-b-baaaaad to the boneI can't believe it has been exactly a year since I have been home from Cali. Time has been flying by. However at the same time it feels like it has been ages since I was there. The past few days I had been thinking about how it was just now coming up on a year that I have been home and it seems like it has been a much longer time than that.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;">-- Drum roll please!!! --</span></div>
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I have sold my first book! I was tickled pink to see that my house mate from San Fran was the first to purchase a copy, besides my self of coarse. Thank you so much for supporting me Daniel, I can not express how much it means.<br />
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The book has huge sentimental value to me. Not only is it my first book. Yes I said first... but it is from one of the biggest, and most important trip of my life. The amount of ooohhh's and aaahhh's I have received just from showing my friends and family -- or even just telling people that I have a book has been remarkable. To know that people enjoyed it so much that they want their own copy fills my heart with true happiness.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; line-height: 17px;"><b>"I hope the cops search every square inch of the great city of Boston. I hope they look in every nook, corner, cranny, doghouse, outhouse, henhouse, crackhouse, whorehouse until they find the worthless scum bag who did this. Then I hope they drag him out by his scruffy neck, stomp his cowardly ass and beat him within an inch of his pathetic life. I'm fed up with the evil that lurks. Hang 'em high in Kenmore Square. Lets make a piñata out of this bastard!"</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">I have goosebumps because of this. To know that you can no longer enjoy anything without the fear of some shit poppin' off. You can't go to school, you can't go to the movies, and you sure as hell can't run 26.21875 miles without the chance of being blown the fuck up... </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">You guys are super cool, blowing people up and all. I can't wait to hear about you being caught in the next couple days and that you will most likely leave this world from your own hand pulling the trigger like the pussy you are. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">My heart bleeds in Boston today. Time to pick up the pieces yet again, and count the many blessings. It could have <i>always</i> been worse. </span></span>Valariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535129108258043682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797504008887324020.post-3780782021248116252013-04-12T07:55:00.002-07:002013-04-12T08:35:44.446-07:00I don't always make offers... But when I do, you can't refuse.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-large;">S</span>o its Friday, we made it! And I've decided to swear off men again. Funny I know. Plus it is probably not the best time of the year for me to do so, seeing how the weather is warming up, annnnd all the cute puppies will be home from school in a month or so. But for now no boys unless you're on this list:<br />
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<b><span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">C</span>onsideration</b> <i>n - </i><br />
1. Careful thought, typically over a period of time.<br />
2. A fact or a motive taken into account into deciding or judging something.<br />
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This word has been easily forgotten by men recently. Not all men. But a good majority of them. But you know some women are to blame for this behavior. This is such a wide topic, I am going to try to keep it to a minimum because I am sure I could vent forever.<br />
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What is dating? Dating is when a man wants a court a female and take her out and "fluff his feathers," show the woman a good time so she may give the said boy another chance and hopefully they fall in love and then have lots of babies.<br />
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Is traditional dating even still around? I think this question is a double edged sword. There are some men who were raised and court the girl and all that good stuff. Open doors, throw a coat over a puddle, all that stuff we saw in movies. But today there is this weird twist on everything. I think Drake said it best in the song <i>Doing it wrong</i>. He said "We live in a generation of, not being in love, and not being together. But we sure make it feel like we're together, because we are afraid of seeing each other with somebody else."<br />
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I bring up the definition of consideration today because I have come to find that we do not make dates ahead of time any more. It is always spur of the moment. But the other party isn't doing anything to break this habit. We get a call or text saying "hey wanna come over" and the other party goes. Because why would we turn someone down that we like?<br />
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It is 9:00 pm I just got done working out and I'm getting in the shower. I get a text "Wanna come cuddle?" Me being the asshole I am bitching about would normally go, however, not todayyyyyyy motha suckaaaa! When I decline the offer the other party gets upset. This is when I chime in. "I find it flattering that you thought of me and would like for me to come over, however I wish that I had more notice to be able to plan my night better. It is 9:30 and you want to just ask for me to come over right now and it is not fair"<br />
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Please correct me if I am wrong for have blogging about this, but it really isn't fair and we are all spoiled now a days. We all want instant gratification. I think that men and women should plan a little further in advance. Spur of the moment is fun, esp if you had nothing to do in the first place. But when everything is just spur of the moment it almost starts to seem like that person is not thinking about you ahead of the time and just right then. Esp when you know them fairly well.<br />
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I do not have time for the games anymore. And I know I am partially to blame for entertaining the games. But not no more. I am getting too old for the silliness. Time to change somethings.<br />
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The only thing I wish was that the full affect of the candle lit table was able to be captured by camera. It was breathtaking and the highlight as the sun went down. All the candle flames flickering and bouncing off all the crystal that cluttered the table in such an elegant manner, as the sun set lower and lower into the horizon. The girls and I swooned over the soft ambiance of light flooding our surroundings.<br />
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The party was absolutely delightful. I was so impressed with how everything came out. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect night.<br />
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The only thing now is... how will I ever top this.<br />
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Thank you so much to all my wonderful friends for helping, and being apart of such a special day. You all really truly helped turn 27 from a cruddy thing, to the most amazing birthday I could ever ask for.<br />
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I worked on my Unbirthday for a month. Collecting all the pieces I needed was the most difficult part. Plus naturally, I wanted to spend as little money as possible. Making your fantasy come to life on a budget can be tricky. I only wanted to spend 100 dollars not including food or alcohol. And I did a pretty damn good job. I haven't crunched any numbers yet, and honestly probably never will. But I came close to it. The most expensive things purchased was stuff from the party store (plates, table cloths, cutlery) and lights that I strung around the house. Originally I bought 4 strands, hoping to do more with them. But we only used two. So those will be heading back to the store. Jackpot.<br />
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Everything else I borrowed from friends and family. Wine glasses, and extra tables and chairs. Which can get expensive. Plus what am I supposed to do with 20 wine glasses after the party is over, if I was to go purchase my own. I don't have storage space for that. It's bad enough I have like a billion teacups now.<br />
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The teacups were one of the most important pieces to the party though. My aunt was super sweet and went and got them all for me. I was super impressed when she knocked it out in a day. It would have taken me 3 or 4 days to do it, plus I wasn't looking forward to tea cup shopping either. I really don't like shopping in general. But I needed them. I needed as many mismatched teacups as I could get. And she hit the floor running and did a wonderful job. She didn't spend that much either. I think the most she spent on a cup was a few bucks... good to know for the future -- Like i'll EVER need any more teacups then I have right now.<br />
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In the midst of getting my teacups, and my party planned and put together, one day another Aunt sent us a thank you letter. Of all the thank you letters she could have sent that day it just happened to be one of Alice's tea party. My dad gave her a call, and she had absolutely no idea that I had been planning this party. Just sheer coincidence.<br />
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So on my birthday, she sent me a teacup that my Nana had collected back when she was a teenager. The most beautiful teacup I have ever seen in my life. She included a little candy/nut bowl along with it. Both of them age over 70 years old. They both attended the party. Including a teacup from Germany that was my Great Grandfathers. I couldn't have a party that these family heirlooms were not included in. However, they left the party earlier then others, in fear of being broken.<br />
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Everyone was such a help, my cousin letting me use her printer so I could do invites, the banner, and all the eat me, drink me, and try me signs. Krista with helping me decorate. Jenn helped me make the photo props. Everyone stepped up when I needed help. </div>
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Oh and of coarse my wonderful kitty for helping eat the cup cakes when I walked away for ten minutes to watch Grimm in between icing them... what cat doesn't just LOVE strawberry icing?</div>
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And last but not least... Pinterest for helping us all come together with ideas... in the end it looked like pinterest threw up all over my party. Which I am quite impressed that everything actually turned out as wonderfully as it did, because if any one has yet to try anything off pinterest, they know it works maybe 1% of the time.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">G</span>o shawty its your birthday!!!! Last year I was woken by an earthquake in San Fran. This year I was woken to my phone going off every 5 minutes from all the love my family and friends were sending my way. Thank you so much for everything. I love you all!!! I am so lucky to have everyone in my life! I guess 27 isn't so bad after all.<br />
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T</span>his has been a little motto of mine for as long as I can remember. But just recently I have been living it up a little more and more each day. It has been 27 years that I have been on this earth, and they go by faster than I would like. If there was one thing I could have it would be to live my life to the fullest.<br />
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I don't need to be famous, or but superly, overly, constipated rich, I just want stories. Stories are what last the longest than everything thing else on this earth. Passed down generation by generation. And ya know what, even if my stories only make it one generation, at least I will have fun telling my kids or my friends kids all the crazy shit we used to do. How we got away with it, and how we are still fucking alive.<br />
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Life is too short to hide under a rock. Too many people get so stuck in their comfort zone they never leave the country, if even their state... let alone the city they were born and raised in. It boggles me.</div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page."</span></b></div>
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But I'm not even just talking about traveling I am talking about getting out of your shell. For example Saturday night I had went to the Waterin' Trough for a friends birthday. Not a place I normally hang out. But it was all good but I was trying to behave because Sunday is my only day off and I had so much stuff I had to in preparation for my tea party this upcoming Saturday. So I leave at a decent hour, and while driving home I received a call from my friend about a party he was at and that I should come out.</div>
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So here is the dilemma. If you know me... You know I love to party. If you know me... When I say I'm going out for 2 drinks, and I am going to be really good tonight... I most likely end up partying for 4 days straight. </div>
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Then I remember that my birthday is right around the corner. I am turning 27, I have no kids, and realistically I need to continue to have fun for as long as I can because I don't know the day that it all will change. And lets not forget... Do it for the story.</div>
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So I go to the party where I anticipated to only know one person, and I ended up knowing about half the party. People from elementary, middle and high school that I can honestly say I haven't seen since we were in school together. That means the most recent people I still have not seen since 2004. </div>
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I didn't get home till about 6, and was woken up by one of my really good girlfriends around 10:30 whom she was just getting home from the night prior. Same thing -- She is 30 something years old, had a wild night doing stuff that a normal person maybe ashamed of. But we laughed and exchanged stories that most people would probably curl up in the shower, and cry over due to how humiliated or used they felt after the fact. </div>
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No regrets baby. None-what-so-fucking-ever. </div>
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We told our stories with big ass smiles on our faces and laughed till our little girlish cheeks hurt. </div>
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Who really wants to sit in the safety of their house every night watching reruns? Not this girl.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-large;">E</span>very girl does things growing up. Plays house. Has tea parties with stuffed animals. Plays with dolls. Pretends she is a princess stuck in a tower. But it is when we become big girls we tend to make these things happen in real life.<br />
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My 27th birthday is knocking on the back door. I am not very pleased with the age I am about to turn. But it is inevitable and going to happen regardless. But one night I am laying in bed thinking about this awful age, and decided what better way to turn this yucky birthday into a magically wonderful birthday and have a Very Merry Un-Birthday party for my self.<br />
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It was decided at that point. I shall have a girls world Mad Hatters tea party with all my closest girlfriends. Where we shall drink wine and champagne, eat sweets and parade around in little party dresses. I don't think I have ever been so excited in my life to throw a birthday party. It has been coming together piece by piece the past few days, where I continuously get a little more excited then the day before.<br />
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I absolutely cannot wait to post pictures, and see how everything turns out! Eeeek!<br />
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