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10 Feb

Just a quick reminder/ask to vote for Becky’s husband, Ben to help him win a contest and jumpstart his career. Do it! What are you waiting for?  Go to this link. Click on “Support Ben,” via the Facebook button. The website will email you when to vote; both views and votes count! Thank you in advance for your help and support.

 I’m kind of in a happy, bubbly place lately thanks to, well, loving life and everything and everyone around me (and well, the fact that many of my friends have awesome happy, bubbly things going on for them) so I’m sharing some of my favorite quotes and sayings I’ve stumbled across lately….



What’s inspiring you lately?



9 Feb

**** Before I share my Florida trip, I have a shameless plug for Becky’s fabulous husband, Ben! He has entered a contest that could really help his career and get his artwork in front of the right people. In Ben’s words: “The winner gets flown out to pretty much the biggest comic book convention and introduced to all the bigwigs in the comic book, video game, and toy/statue industry which will jump start my career in comics and everything else!  I am so freakin’ excited about this it’s not even funny!  The voting ends on the 14th so it’s a very limited time in which to decide the winner so everything has to be a concentrated effort.  Thank you so much for the support.” So how can you help? Go to this link. Click on “Support Ben,” via the Facebook button. The website will email you when to vote; both views and votes count! *****

So, Florida.

Apart from the chaos that ensued before we actually got there (in a nutshell: Knight’s flight getting canceled, him having to juggle to get on my flights out of StL, dealing with a flat tire in the ghetto of STL, arriving at 1am) and the fact that we got no sleep the night before (hooray for 24 hour amazing breakfast places to kick off the trip), our first vacation was totally ah-mazing.

There was nothing but hugs, love, laughs, holding babies (hers, not mine… duh!), drinking, eating our way through North Florida, laughing some more, watching ridiculous reality TV (hello, Jersey Shore. Nice to meet you, finally. And I may be hooked.)

There was not lovely weather by any means but it was still warmer then this stupid midwest. Like by a lot. And it rained, warm rain. The good kind of rain, you know?

I wore flip-flops and short sleeved shirts. I slept in. I cuddled with Knight and my niece. I sat with my childhood BFF (she needs a nickname, seriously) and laughed, smiled and cried over the pictures and memories of us from the last five years. We hung with my niece and had good life chats. We sat in silence at times and it was more than ok.

I put my toes in the sand despite the insane fog that was covering the Jacksonville beaches. I had to talk to a cop in order to get into the bar since I was a dunce and left my license at home (it worked). I took shots to celebrate my childhood BFF’s birthday, the attainment of my Masters, and friendship and love in general.

Future trips were planned. Tears were shed when it was time to leave. Bonds were strengthened. Knight and I spent five days and six nights together; the most in a row since we’ve met one another and were left hungry for more.

My soul is rejuvenated (again). My heart is soaring (still). There is a smile plastered to my face (like usual). I’m in love with Florida all over again. I fell more in love with myself, with Knight, with life.

When was the last time you fell in love with yourself, your life, your loved ones all over again?

Holiday Week: Wreath Making

6 Dec

Happy Monday and welcome to what I’m calling “Holiday Week.” Between all my holiday parties, holiday traditions and general excitement about the “most wonderful time of the year,” I decided I’d dedicate this week to all things holiday.

I’m kicking off Holiday Week with a recap about the wreath making class that Darling, my dad, Gram and me attended last Thursday night. This year it was drastically different in terms of methodology though still just as fun. The usual way that we make the wreaths involves a wreath frame, lots of pine, and wire so that we can keep the pine on the frame. (See last year’s recap here).

After we drove about 30 minutes south of STL, listening to Christmas music and chattering about our present wishlist, we arrived at a historic log cabin type home complete with retro-fitted heat, a warm fireplace, and a very random mix of people. This year we took a more natural approach as per the theme of the class. All of the trees and accessories for our wreaths came from the areas surrounding STL and apart from the wire frame, there are no additional materials needed to make these wreaths. Basically the technique was something like this: weave-a-wreath. It’s a lot harder than it sounds: I left the event with several splinters in my thumb, hives all over my hands and a bunch of gashes and cuts. The end result is so worth it though.

That’s me, focused and intent on making this wreath work! Weaving pine branches into a wire frame? Really not as easy as it looks.
Taking a few moments of time away from my wreath with my gram. It was her first year at the wreathmaking event and she loved it. Hers came out looking like something from England in the early 1900s.

Three generations of women; photo taken by my dad and he wanted to show the ambiance of the log cabin where the event took place this year.

My finished product! I love it. It’s much different than the ones I’ve done in the past but I have to say I’m kind of in love with the look of this one. It will soon be hanging from our balcony to add some color and flare to our Christmas decorations.

Have you ever made your Christmas/Holiday Decorations by hand? Anything in particular you’d like to read about during Holiday Week 2010?

On Turning 27

29 Sep

See those pictures above? Yup, that’s Toddler Nora. Born 27 years ago in New Jersey (oh, yeah, that’s right, I’m a Jersey Girl) in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm which is likely the reason I love rain so darn much.

So today I’m 27 though I’m tempted to call it 26 Part Two, not for any particular reason other than I prefer even numbers.

I don’t have any fabulous words of wisdom to share or fancy reflections from the past year. Instead I’m looking forward with no grand designs or expectations other than to go with the flow, continue to be positive and enjoy whatever new adventures come my way.

And with that, more random photos from various time periods in my life and a birthday request to delurk (if applicable) and ask me any question you want me to answer about anything (school, work, living at home, my dog, past boyfriends, whatever!) in upcoming posts.


Sometimes… (the photo edition)

28 Sep

Somtimes when I’m feeling lonely, I look up at the sky and remember that we are all in this together, all under the same moon, the same stars. That I am not alone.


Somtimes I wish I still lived in Orlando so I could go to Disney anytime I wanted. I have so many amazing memories from my time in the Disney parks both as a kid, teenager and young adult and some days I crave reliving those moments.


Sometimes I wish I was the couple in photos like this (and then I remember how tough dating is lately):


Sometimes I would rather eat ice cream for dinner.

Sometimes I wish I had enough money to start my own bookstore (and cupcakery).

 Sometimes I forget how content with my life I really am.

What are your “Sometimes…” thoughts today?

(Photos via weheart it. Starry Skies, DisneyCouple,  Ice Cream,  Bookstore,  Content)

Cheers! (aka Tales of Bar Crawl & Lessons Learned)

13 Sep

This past weekend I embarked on a charity bar crawl: Five Bars. Three pitchers per bar, split among seven friends. One hour at each bar.

We dashed in between rain drops to get to the second bar. Thankfully looked to the sky when the sun came out. Played card games (aka drinking games) at one of the bars. Declared that next year we would wear wigs as part of our team uniform. Shared high fives with other teams on the street because they liked our gray shirts. Reminisced about high school, college and birthday parties past. Took a shot (or two) of some new purple vodka, which tastes a lot like children’s medicine.

(Above:  Me and two of my very best friends from high school)

We sang Journey. We ate greasy bar food. We (well, me, since my gal friends were with their husbands) scoped out the cute guys that were on the bar crawl. We sang the Star Spangled Banner at one of the bars in honor of our country and 9/11. I ran into friends from college that I haven’t seen in years and made promises to see them sooner rather than later.

The day ended a bit abruptly with a teammate declaring he was more than ready to go home, at which point I was tasked with grabbing lots of water and bags for the car ride home, “just in case.” Moments later, one of my other teammates manage to spill water all over me, leaving me with a soaked, really cold pair of jeans in the most inopportune spot for the 30 minute car ride home.

A few lessons learned/reminders from Saturday’s event:

* There are so many causes and charities that need support; this was a new event for me and I can’t wait to get involved with more volunteering and charities after October 15th!
* I have amazing friends and as soon as grad school is done I will be spending a lot more time with them. They feel like home to me, even after 13 + years.
* If I want to see cute boys I have to go to Soulard. They are always there, without fail.
* StL is a scarily small world. You’ll always run into someone you know.
* I can drink all day and be totally fine but apparently when I stop drinking there is trouble. Suffice to say I forgot how much I hate hangovers. Thank goodness for water, goldfish crackers and greasy food the next day.

Any bar crawl stories you have to share or lessons learned from your weekend?

Lessons Learned on a Girls’ Weekend

3 Sep

Things Learned on a lovely girls’ weekend in Minneapolis…

… the merits of dating older men (they die faster), that it’s possible to move your shoulders in three different directions and look awesome while doing it, and that if you want to hold a chicken, you just have to be confident.

… you are never too old to go to an all children’s bookstore. Ever.

Lisa makes a damn good margarita. Kyla brings the tastiest treats (ketchup potato chips!!). Mandy’s laughter is totally contagious.

… Oreo ice cream is the best invention known to man. That is until you try a cheese curd and Sweet Martha’s Cookies at the State Fair. Then those become the best inventions known to man.

… French Gypsy Calypso Jazz is rather catchy.

… laughing until your sides hurt is one of the many benefits of having friends who truly get you.

… Music Bingo is a fabulous invention and probably my new favorite game.

… two-story Targets are incredibly impressive but sadly they do not have chocolate animal crackers.

… the view from the top of the Guthrie Theater is gorgeous, the Farmer’s Market smells of nature and goodness, and Minneapolis is far more progressive than STL.

… Listening to “Let It Be” performed live under the stars, standing next to three fabulous women, tears are going to fall, possibly from your own eyes. Moments like this remind you that life is really good.

… soaking up the moment and really living is so freeing, so worth it.

… the moment you get home, you’ll want to turn around and do it all over again.