tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55571082143863636682024-03-21T04:36:33.716-04:00Lipgloss LoungeA collection of random thoughts.AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.comBlogger519125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-41024683144268417712016-11-09T19:05:00.002-05:002016-11-09T19:05:35.362-05:00Here I Go Again on My OwnWell, well, well. Here I am. I'm gonna try this gig again. <div>
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I post a lot of instagram and that's all well and good, but I want to write stuff too. And I have a lot of things to say. </div>
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Life is good. I have a new job that I love. I have a happy, little boring single girl life. That I can't wait to share with you (or probably just with myself)!</div>
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AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-22267281509046511102016-03-02T11:37:00.002-05:002016-03-02T11:37:26.841-05:00Hello...from the other side.It's 2016. <br />
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So much has changed since I last posted. I will NOT attempt to catch up on anything that has happened since then. <br />
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But I think I'm going to come back to the blog world. Soon-ish. I have some ideas.<br />
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And I'm a whole different girl.<br />
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AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-69178251718695766562014-10-20T16:22:00.001-04:002014-10-21T08:58:01.541-04:00LeavesHello out there...<br />
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It's been an incredibly busy few months. The summer wasn't the best. But it wasn't the worst either. There was a lot of transition in my life. New life challenges thrown at me. A new job, the end of another doomed relationship, questions about the whereabouts of my career, my relationships and what the heck I'm actually doing with my life. I woke up every day and tried my best to just do the best I could do each day...<br />
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Then one day, I realized the season was changing. It was becoming Fall. The colors were brought back into the world. Literally and metaphorically. Something in me changed too. Something in me brightened again. <br />
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And with each passing day of this fall, I feel better and better. Sometimes as I'm driving or walking around town, I watch the trees let go of the leaves that were a part of them fall to the ground and how pretty they look scattered about. It's messy but so beautiful. </div>
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AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-29146668347704091322014-07-17T16:34:00.000-04:002014-10-20T21:11:35.959-04:00TryingNo, I haven't forgotten the ol' Lipgloss Lounge...<br><br>
I just haven't been feeling like writing what's really on my mind these days. It wouldn't be pretty. The last month has been like a punch in the face. But I'm still here trying to make sense of things. Once again. Lots of changes have occurred lately-- new job, new situations, new feelings...<div><br>
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On Friday night I had a date with Dave Matthews Band in Saratoga. I haven't seen them in two years so I was super excited to be back at it. There is something about a DMB show that makes me feel so calm and carefree. I want to bottle up that feeling forever. <br />
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Michelle and I enjoying the concert.<br />
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And because I have to keep a record of the setlists (he played a lot of songs I really wanted to hear--yay!)<br />
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<a href="http://www.setlist.fm/stats/songs/dave-matthews-band-43d6e713.html?song=Two+Step" title="Statistics for Two Step by Dave Matthews Band"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Two Step</span></a> <br />
<a href="http://www.setlist.fm/stats/songs/dave-matthews-band-43d6e713.html?song=Stolen+Away+on+55th+%26+3rd" title="Statistics for Stolen Away on 55th & 3rd by Dave Matthews Band"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Stolen Away
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<a href="http://www.setlist.fm/stats/songs/dave-matthews-band-43d6e713.html?song=What+Would+You+Say" title="Statistics for What Would You Say by Dave Matthews Band"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">What Would
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<a href="http://www.setlist.fm/stats/songs/dave-matthews-band-43d6e713.html?song=I'll+Back+You+Up" title="Statistics for I'll Back You Up by Dave Matthews Band"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">I'll Back You
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<a href="http://www.setlist.fm/stats/songs/dave-matthews-band-43d6e713.html?song=Tripping+Billies" title="Statistics for Tripping Billies by Dave Matthews Band"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Tripping
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<a href="http://www.setlist.fm/stats/songs/sixto-rodriguez-13d7d965.html?song=Sugar+Man" title="Statistics for Sugar Man by Sixto Rodriguez"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Sugar Man</span></a> <br />
<a href="http://www.setlist.fm/stats/songs/dave-matthews-band-43d6e713.html?song=Stay+%28Wasting+Time%29" title="Statistics for Stay (Wasting Time) by Dave Matthews Band"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Stay (Wasting
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<a href="http://www.setlist.fm/stats/songs/dave-matthews-band-43d6e713.html?song=Lie+in+Our+Graves" title="Statistics for Lie in Our Graves by Dave Matthews Band"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Lie in Our
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<a href="http://www.setlist.fm/stats/songs/dave-matthews-band-43d6e713.html?song=Anyone+Seen+the+Bridge" title="Statistics for Anyone Seen the Bridge by Dave Matthews Band"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Anyone Seen
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Monkey</span></a> <br />
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<a href="http://www.setlist.fm/stats/songs/dave-matthews-band-43d6e713.html?song=Granny" title="Statistics for Granny by Dave Matthews Band"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Granny</span></a> <br />
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Encore:<br />
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On Saturday night I went to a very different kind of show. This one was the dance recital of three of my very favorite little girls. My heart was full watching them dance. And after the show I got the three of them together for a picture. This is probably one of the most accurate personality demonstrating pictures ever. <br />
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Little Eliza had such a stage presence. She was so expressive and wonderful to watch. She's a magical little girl.<br />
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And Emma. Oh, Emma! She is something else. She was running around taking pictures with my phone and being adorable. I love how miserable she looks in this picture but it was smiles all around otherwise. She's hilarious. <br />
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Besides these fun things I worked and spent some time with a new friend. I'm learning a lot about myself right now and looking forward to the future. And enjoying the moments along the way. June is off to a good start!</div>
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Before a baptism, you should always take a selfie to send to your friend that isn't there. duh.<br />
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Sweet little Emma and Sofia. I can't even. These girls are wonderful!<br />
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Tyler giving me the eyes as he awaits the baptism.<br />
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Isabel, Tyler and some lovely friends<br />
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Tyler's grandparents<br />
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I love this picture of us. I never print pictures but I want this one in a frame in my house. I am so thankful I met Isabel and have gotten to be a part of her children's lives. It makes my heart full. And when I ever doubt some of the life choices I've made in the last few years, I am reminded that if I hadn't made some of those unfortunate choices--I wouldn't have met some of the people that I treasure in my life now. <br />
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The incredible cake. It was beautiful and tasty.<br />
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And every once in awhile a picture is taken that captures a true moment. I was pretty damn happy in this moment. It was a great afternoon! And I may be slightly biased but Tyler is the cutest!<br />
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After the baptism fun was over, I went to a BBQ for a bit to see some friends. Here is a great picture of Sabrina and Shawn. So cute!<br />
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On Memorial Day I hung out in the sun and relaxed with friends. It was a nice day!<br />
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<br />It was a great weekend filled with some of my favorite people! I feel very thankful for every one of them! </div>
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Happy Wednesday!AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-30376825508029616842014-05-19T14:16:00.000-04:002014-05-19T14:16:17.213-04:00Yay for May!Well, as you might have guessed, I've taken a little hiatus from blogging. My last post caused a little drama in my life. BUT it was exactly the drama I needed to end a very ugly chapter of my life for good! I am very thankful for my very good friends Angie and Sabrina. They've seen me through the last two years as I've struggled with a bad situation and little do they know, they were the ones that finally closed the door to the past for me. That was on May 1st. <br />
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And ever since then, May has been pretty great. I've had the kind of days that I smile all day long for no reason. I'm laughing even more than usual. I'm excited to wake up in the morning. I love my friends. I feel great even though my life is pure chaos. I'll catch you up a little...<br />
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Got to hang out with my work wife outside of work. She's the best part of going to work. I get to sit next to her and laugh all day. I swore I wouldn't make any friends at this job, but damn it. I did.<br />
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My Dad and I had a lunch date one random Sunday. It was so fun to spend time with him. I adore that he participates in these selfies.</div>
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Tyler is officially the cutest boy in my life. Went to his follow up appointment with Isabel. The little guy is doing great and SO handsome!<br />
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Got to spend time with the woman that has spent the last 10 years mothering me. We worked together every day for 8 years. So now we have to plan for special nights to get together to catch up. She has been through some really important stuff in my life with me and I'm always thankful to have her to talk to because she keeps it real. Mother style.<br />
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Watched some of my favorite college students graduate this past weekend. Ashley is my favorite BBW associate. She just gets me. I will miss her when she leaves. I don't even want to think about it...<br />
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Celebrated Jessica's 30th birthday this weekend. <br />
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I've not had much I wanted to blog about lately. Mostly because I've been taking a thoughtful pause in life. It's been good for me. </div>
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A few weeks ago, I was in a twist over some things that really bothered me with people and my state of being. Details of those things aren't really that important to put here but I will say that I was angry. I don't enjoy being angry. It's poison. To some degree it was good that I've reached the anger stage. But still, I don't enjoy anger. I was angry that I was angry. Even worse. </div>
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I unloaded on a very wise friend. She shared with me a loving-kindness meditation exercise to try (that shit ain't easy, folks). I modified my facebook settings so I could ignore unpleasant things. I've spent time alone thinking. I've enjoyed the simple and happy things that are in my life. And since then, I realized I only have a few choices when it comes to this type of anger. I can address it. I can ignore it and pretend it doesn't exist. Or I can feel it and try to understand the reasons and then let it go. </div>
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I've been trying to do the latter. It's hard but I feel like I've made some progress. This weekend I realized I'm not quite as angry as I was. Oh, it still flares up, make no mistake. BUT, I've found myself trying to focus on me. on the sun shining (when it does around here), on the wonderful interactions I have with random people. on the belly laughter that erupts every day while I'm sitting at my desk at work. on the hope that someone may just find me amazing one day. on a really good song playing loudly in the car. on a moment with someone in a bar. on a really great cup of coffee. on a run. on smiling over absolutely nothing. and mostly, on figuring out that I may just be amazing right now, in spite of everything else that seems so imperfect in my life at this moment.</div>
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Happy Tuesday!</div>
AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-85764538251256801962014-04-21T16:10:00.000-04:002014-04-21T16:10:32.983-04:00warmthEaster came and went. It was a bummer of a day. I did get to be outside for most of it. Here's to a more festive one next year though.<br />
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And warm days that require my sunroof to be open with a big beautiful sky.<br />
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My office is festive. A group of ladies that are always down for a celebration. This week was no exception. On Tuesday we celebrated an award that someone received so we brought in some snacks. I tried out this chocolate covered strawberry (to look like carrots) situation. The chocolate I used wasn't so good. But you get the point...<br />
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<br />Then Wednesday we celebrated our students for Student Staff Appreciation Day. I contributed these carrot veggie things. (Crescent rolls with veggie cream cheese) I don't like cream cheese so I didn't taste them but they turned out pretty cute. (MUCH better than the strawberries).<br />
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I brought in a guessing game of how many bunny tails were in the jar for the week on my desk. Today the winner received the jar and a Dunkin Donuts gift card. The winner guessed EXACTLY how many were in there. Impressive.<br />
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And these are the treats for all my coworkers. Little ice cream cones filled with candy. They turned out pretty cute!<br />
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Whew. It's been a festive and busy week in the office. I'm looking forward to going home and relaxing. No plans tonight and no real Easter plans either. I'm going to dye eggs and do something fun. I was thinking of how fun it would be to have an Easter basket again. Or make one for someone else. I don't really remember ever getting too many Easter baskets in my life so I'm always a little envious of the families that do fun things like that. And Easter egg hunts. I really like those. </div>
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IF I got one this year...I'd want this to be in it (a new anchor Alex and Ani bracelet that I currently love) And my Nike watch. And maybe some new running socks. hahaha. And coffee gift cards. Okay, Okay, and a chocolate bunny (just because it's rude not to have that) Now that would be one FUN Easter basket, huh?</div>
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Have we discussed my fondness for Jimmy Fallon? Well, let's.</div>
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And then yesterday it hit me. I want to go see the Tonight Show for my birthday this year. It's filmed in NYC so...perfect. I looked up tickets but you can't reserve that far in advance but trust me...I'll be stalking tickets as soon as the calendar rolls around to October. Who knows where I'll be living then--but I can assure you that I will give my best effort to get there around D9. <br />
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Maybe DMB will be the musical performer that day. <br />
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Happy Wednesday!AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-54956251061451261682014-04-07T13:07:00.001-04:002014-04-07T13:07:55.771-04:00Unplugged<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This weekend was super boring. Like SUPER boring. When I wasn't working I was at home. I cleaned my house on Friday night. And got stuff that I have wanted to do, done. Not much to blog about really. But I got that list from my last post all sorts of crossed out. With my physical space in order, I spent time relaxing and thinking about life.</div>
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I need to limit my social media. For real. I don't need need to feel tense when I open FB or Insta. Those should be fun, right? But more often than not I see something that I don't want to see. I realize how connected we all are. There are several groups that I'm a part of that use FB as the primary source of contact. And there are people that I want to connect with on there. So I don't want to swear it off completely. I don't want to delete my accounts. There are good things that I do want to see. (pictures of my friend completing a half marathon, kids that I love, news stories, updates on Syracuse basketball, etc)</div>
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I think about it. On. The. Daily. <br />
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Here's what I'd like to see:<br />
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<li>gets up in the morning and runs or gets a good work out in</li>
<li>has time to make myself pretty and have a very pulled together outfit on (complete with good hair, nails and shoes)</li>
<li>heads to work with a cup of coffee and kills it in the office</li>
<li>continues to kill it in a part time job or whatever social thing is on my calendar</li>
<li>come home and make sure everything is set for the next day...dishes done, clothes picked up, things are in order</li>
<li>have a little time to relax a little (read, do nails, watch Jimmy Fallon, etc)</li>
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Yeah, that sounds great. And I <em>almost, kind of</em> do these things. But recently I've felt it's more like this:<br />
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<li>get up and check the weather, see how much more I can sleep before I would miss my window of running and getting to work on time. </li>
<li>depending on how much I left myself snooze before my run--do my very best at making it look like I'm not a frazzled mess. <em>Do I REALLY need to wash my hair? What outfit makes it look like I tried?</em></li>
<li>rush to get a coffee QUICK before I am exactly on time for work and roll in and wish that it was 4:30 because I'm tired and I have a million things to do at home.</li>
<li>head to the part time job and do my very best at making it look like I'm engaged in helping customers or head to whatever social thing I have and hope that people don't think I'm a raggedy mess.</li>
<li>come home and immediately put on my jams and get into bed and fall asleep without doing anything remotely productive or relaxing.</li>
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And then there are some days that I KILL it and feel like I have my shit together. Those are few and far between. I get things done. To the naked eye I may appear that I'm pulled together. In reality though...it's an illusion. I'm constantly thinking about the things I need to be doing and spending the time I have just trying to take care of the bare minimum. When do I have time to do laundry, or go grocery shopping or finish making a blanket for Tyler? Let's be serious, I do a lot of really fun things. I'm lucky in that regard. But sometimes, like now, I really want order and structure. I crave organization like some people crave peanut butter. I want to be the girl that can make it look effortless. "Oh, it's your birthday...don't worry I got your card in the mail 3 days ago" I want to be able to be efficient AND productive...while looking fantastic. Is that too much for a girl to ask? <br />
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This morning I got dressed to run. I walked outside. The air was lovely and perfect for the 4 miles I had planned. But instead of just going I went back inside and got back in my bed and fell asleep until 7:45...woke up and RUSHED to get myself together and get to work by 8:30. All the while, cursing myself out. Ugh. <br />
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That got me to thinking...you can't change anything until you change something. SO fueled by my gas station coffee (haha...puns happen) I sat down at my desk and decided to get back to basics. I'm spending the morning making a list of ALL the stuff I need to do to make me feel more in control of my days. <br />
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I'm coordinating the office pool so I've been busy getting my co-workers picks entered into our group on line. I've completed three brackets on ESPN.<br />
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Since I can't resist an excuse for a theme, I decorated my desk.<br />
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complete with plastic basketball eggs, swags, a pom pom...<br />
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And ORANGES with fun things written on them. <br />
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And what thing in my life would be complete without an outfit to coordinate? <br />
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One of my "secret" dreams is to coordinate game day apparel choices. I think there is a wide market of women that are looking for ways to show their sporty spirit in a professional manner. Without the obligatory t-shirt and jeans, that is. I just have to figure out how I can make this a reality. I'd love to style people up for their favorite teams on game days. The possibilities are endless. </div>
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Prior the the green festivities, I got to have some good relaxation time. I ran 4 miles on Saturday morning---I really like this program my Nike app has me doing. I ran alone. Outside. It was wonderful. I'm actually starting to really enjoy the run as it's happening and not just after it's done. <br />
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On Sunday I went to yoga and had coffee with my friend, Isabel. It was such a nice way to spend a morning. Yoga was hard but great. We actually met on St. Patrick's Day two years ago so it was cool to hang out to commemorate that. We are makeup less in this picture but whatever. Gotta remember the little moments in life.<br />
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I ran errands all afternoon and then met up with some other friends for drinks. These ladies are just so great and fun to be around. A good way to end my lovely Sunday off. <br />
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I went home to get prepared for the green festivities that were happening in my office. I made these shamrock chips out of spinach wraps. <br />
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I made these pots of gold for my Bath and Body ladies.<br />
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And for my office co workers I made these cards with a pocket hand sanitizer that says lucky to work with you. <br />
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My office is really fun so we had a little contest to see who could be the most spirited st. Patrick's outfit. Of COURSE, I meant business so I busted out the boa and the big green bow. <br />
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Here is some of our office staff showing our spirit. <br />
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We also had a green potluck in the office. Everyone brought something green in to eat. It was so fun and so yummy!<br />
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And then I won a shamrock plant for being the most spirited green person! Ha. My supervisor and I are competitive so I took this picture for her just to rub it in. We truly have so much fun in our office and I love that we do these theme days. <br />
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After work, I headed out for a drink with a few girls I work with. It was a fun time. Sometimes I worry that I lead the most boring life ever. But I guess I pretty much have fun no matter what I'm doing. Life is good. Happy Tuesday!<br />
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Celebrating our only win of the season at volleyball league on Wednesday night. We have good players but it's taken awhile to get it together to actually win a game. <br />
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Last night the book club got together and hung out. No book discussion but good food and good company. <br />
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I'm not looking forward to working tonight/tomorrow but AM looking forward to having all day Sunday to myself again. </div>
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AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-4029815003766976102014-03-11T11:08:00.002-04:002014-03-11T11:08:36.527-04:00Weekend StuffThis past weekend went quickly and was surprisingly relaxing. On Saturday I went to my friend, Sara's baby sprinkle. It was a lovely little celebration. <br />
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She's having a girl so there were lots of cute little clothes to oooh and ahhh over. And cute pink decorations. <br />
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Angie, Me and Sabrina during the present opening.<br />
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After the shower me, Sabrina and Isabel got together at Angie's to do a "craft project". It was really just time to hang out. I got to spend some time with Tyler. He's going to have a surgery on March 18 so it was good to get Isabel out of the house to get her mind off of that. He sure is cute! And he's appreciating my Alex and Ani bracelets in this picture. <br />
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He started screaming at some point and Sabrina came to the rescue and got the poor little guy to sleep. <br />
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Sabrina was content to snuggle the baby on the couch while he slept. This picture is just so sweet. Three of my favorite people in one picture. <br />
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I had an unexpected day off on Sunday--meaning I thought I was working but wasn't scheduled so I was pretty excited to have the whole day off. I got up early and met friends at the latte lounge, walked a bit and then had coffee. I headed to a really great yoga class mid morning and then sought out a place to watch the last regular season cuse game. Turns out I could only get it on my phone so I just stayed for a beer and stared at my phone at the bar. My phone died at half time so I ran home and got into bed to watch the second half. It was lovely. After the game I took a 2 hour nap and woke up and decided I needed to get my car washed in honor of daylight savings time. I cleaned up the kitchen a bit and then headed to bed early. It was a good way to spend a day off. Nothing exciting but really relaxing. I could use another day like that soon. <br />
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AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-91233333167470002862014-03-02T10:58:00.003-05:002014-03-02T10:58:54.157-05:00Clean It Up!So I'm doing a new 21 day slim down challenge. I'm about a week in and it's going really well so far. I lost 3lbs this week. I am still doing ww but wanted to get myself super motivated again so I thought doing the challenge would help that. I have been stalled for awhile now because I think it's so easy to get comfortable after you've had success with weight loss and fitness. It's like my brain is like..."Dude, you've done well. Let yourself have a breather" BUT that's exactly the opposite of what I need to do. I need to push through and keep my eye on the prize. Which is hitting my goal weight and running a 10k.<br />
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So with that said, I have been trying to eat "clean" and track all my food. That's the key. I did try some new stuff this week. <br />
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Kefir. It's so disgusting to deal with but it's supposed to be so good for you. So I gave it a whirl. I threw it in my morning shake and it's not bad at all. It still freaks me out that I have milk sitting out on my counter. All I see is sour milk. Blech. BUT it's pretty easy to do and the kefir seeds are multiplying so much that I'll have several jars very soon and be able to share it with others that may want to try it.<br />
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Then there's quinoa. I had never tried it and I found a recipe in my clean eating guide that sounded good. I mean, since I never had it I imagined that it would be good. I made it yesterday and it was DELICIOUS. A little shredded chicken, some oranges, cilantro and seasonings....YUM. Can't wait to try new recipes with it. <br />
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And I've never been much of a grapefruit eater but my Dad's rotary group sells fruit every year as a fundraiser so I thought I'd try it out again. I got my 1/2 case of grapefruit and oranges and let me tell you...I am in love with grapefruit now. I could eat one with every meal. YUM!<br />
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Dad and I after he delivered my fruit. Clearly, we love oranges!<br />
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All in all, after really trying to clean up my act and not eat processed foods, I feel like I have more energy and am not craving the stupid empty calories as much. I don't know if it's just mental but I feel better and am motivated to get to my goals! Fingers crossed!</div>
AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-87417733346946367022014-02-21T16:03:00.003-05:002014-02-21T16:03:43.088-05:00Making ItStill feeling the February blahs. I hate it when I start to question things.<br />
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I've been keeping busy with work and the usual grind...and making stuff. I've had a sudden burst of wanting to be creative (read as watch some tutorials on line and recreate the stuff I like).<br />
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I did up these Dollar Store water cups with a ribbon and personalized them for my volleyball team. (we haven't won a game yet so we need to have cute things)<br />
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Made up some sugar scrubs for my coworkers for Valentine's Day. (coconut oil, sugar, lavender and pink food coloring). This scrub is amazing! I 1use it on my face daily. And use coconut oil for moisturizer. It's so much better than any pro44duct I have ever used. <br />
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I wanted a fun theme valentine's outfit and found a cute t-shirt with a heart but it was $40. Um, I'll spend money on good clothes but not on a t-shirt for one day. So I found a blog that had a tutorial about how to make a J Crew inspired sweater that retailed for $80 last year. So I had this sweater in my closet (it was about to go to the consignment shop) and made a felt heart and sew it on. And I only spent $1 on the supplies for it. BOOM.<br />
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Last weekend I met a girl that had the cutest bow in her hair while she was shopping at Bath and Body. She said she had made it. So it became my mission to figure out how to make cute bows like this. You know how I love to wear ribbon bows in my hair (especially on game days). I spent some time with pinterest and found a few tutorials that I liked. I have a lot of scrap fabric at home so I played around and was able to get it down. I love how they turned out. And they would be good for bow ties too. So if anyone needs bows...let me know. I'm making some today for a friend and her little girl. <br />
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What can I make next? <br />
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Happy Friday! Beat DUKE!<br />
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AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-14283283008364081982014-02-10T15:19:00.001-05:002014-02-10T15:19:22.971-05:00BlueI'm feeling blue.<br />
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Like the kind of blue that makes me want to sleep. A lot. <br />
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I kind of know why...<br />
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But then it seems so dumb that I think "this can't possibly be why".<br />
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I spent the weekend in seclusion. It was either the best thing I could have done or the worst. I went to work on Sunday and did my best academy award winning performance of "the girl that always has fun" came home and went directly to bed. Today did not start out any better. I wanted to cry within an hour of being awake. <br />
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I want to turn it around. I know something good has to come of today so I've...<br />
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1. Read some feel good stories of the Olympics<br />
2. Read about an inspirational little girl on a blog<br />
3. Drank some tea.<br />
4. Checked the basketball rankings and Syracuse is still #1<br />
4. Noticed how nice the sun shining outside is<br />
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(Note: all of this done at my desk)<br />
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I know that bad days come and go. I know that there are a lot of things to be thankful for. But I just feel blue. <br />
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I think it's time to make a new game plan for the rest of this week. Hopefully I'll turn it around and feel more like myself. This is an odd post but I needed to write it down.<br />
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Happy thoughts welcome here...<br />
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AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-19745498689334839122014-02-03T12:43:00.001-05:002014-02-03T12:43:13.940-05:00For the WinThe only thing that mattered from this weekend: <br />
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Syracuse beat Duke. <br />
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Happy Monday!</div>
AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-69959233866450874982014-01-21T11:18:00.001-05:002014-01-21T11:18:20.747-05:00Red <div>
To those of you who know me this may come as a surprise....when I was little I hated my red hair. It probably started at a bus stop one day when some sixth grade boys called me Strawberry Shortcake. Ouch. I was so embarrassed. In hindsight it wasn't even an insult. But I didn't think Strawberry Shortcake was cute. I liked the blonde haired girl (what was her name again?) I thought the golden haired character was prettier. So began years of wishing my hair was any color other than red. I had BIG blotchy freckles and my hair was short (like a boy) so I was pretty unfortunate looking. Let's not forget the huge gap between my teeth. ugh. Oh wait, the pale skin. Oh, the pale skin. And sunburns. And more freckles. And the rules of colors. "redheads shouldn't wear red, or pink, or anything that a girly girl would love" I remember being in my aunt's wedding and I got stuck wearing yellow while my dark haired cousin got to wear the pink. (for the record yellow is the ONLY color I will not wear as an adult--it's horrible on me now. And was then too but apparently a redhead wearing pink was not permitted) (side note--why were my aunt's color pink and yellow anyway? yikes!) <br />
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Then as I got older having red hair posed new problems. Let's just say I endured the question "Does the carpet match the curtains?" WAAAAAAAY too many times by boys on the school bus. I tried to make my hair blonde by putting straight peroxide in it and used a lot of my babysitting money on Sun In (do they even make that anymore?) All of those efforts were to no avail. My hair was red. Period. I was pale. And I had a million freckles. <br />
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By high school/college I started to realize that having red hair was kind of interesting. People always remembered me. I was unique. I didn't hate it anymore. Boys seemed to like red hair. And I got a compliment every time I got my hair cut. (Is this your natural color? People would pay a lot of money for hair like that!) And the rest of me caught up too. My freckles calmed down into a less blotchy situation and I discovered self tanners. <br />
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Now I feel lucky to have red hair. It's unique and interesting. I never feel boring even on my most boring outfit days. I always have a pop of color. Now I crave freckles. I think they make me look healthy. Now it's just how I'm identified in any group. It's just a part of who I am. <br />
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The reason for the back story is because a month ago I was researching redheads with eyelash extensions and came across a whole website dedicated to being a redhead. <a href="http://howtobearedhead.com/">How to Be A Redhead</a>. Of course I followed this on Facebook and Instagram. I couldn't believe it. I would have LOVED to have this when I was younger. There are beauty tips, role models, and fun stuff about the joys of being red. One of the cutest things recently that caught my attention was this:</div>
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A children's book written about a little girl that hated her red hair. And her mother tells her about all the beautiful things in the world that are red. I ordered it and it's ADORABLE. Anyway, there is a contest called "Red is the Color of..." You're supposed to take a picture and instagram/facebook it with a picture and a sign of what the color red represents to you. I entered last week and used this picture:<br />
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I always talk about my orange love but I wanted to represent my undergraduate alma mater too. I just love this and think it's such a cute and empowering thing for my fellow gingers out there. Because we all spent too much time thinking our hair was ugly. And now that I think about it there has to be something to the fact that I can't think of that blonde character from Strawberry Shortcake. The only one that people remember is Strawberry herself. </div>
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A redheaded victory.</div>
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Happy Tuesday!</div>
AGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16649922895293600997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557108214386363668.post-12728234713817174162014-01-20T09:45:00.002-05:002014-01-20T09:45:57.342-05:00On the RunMonday morning already and another busy and nice weekend to speak of. <br />
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On Saturday morning I got up early and met two friends for a 4 mile run. Last week the running group that I'm associated with (I say that because I so rarely run with them) posted a story about a woman named Meg that was killed last Monday while out for her morning run. By a drunk driver. At 8 am. It was so sad. I thought it was a good reason to get up and run with the thousands of others that had planned to do it too. Then the next day my sorority posted that Meg was a Sigma and told her story. I knew I had to run in her honor. It's sad to know that she had 3 little kids and a husband left behind. It's so tragic that something like that could happen. <br />
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I was pleased that I was able to run 4 solid miles (thanks to Angie and Kacy for running with me). There were others from the running group that met at 7 am so we took a quick picture before they left.<br />
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Angie, Sarah and Jenni had a joint birthday at the bowling alley so I headed there after I worked all day. It was fun to bowl and to hang out. What a fun idea for something different to do for a birthday! I spent all day yesterday sleeping and relaxing. I haven't had the chance to do that in a long time so I was excited to spend the day in my jams catching up on sleep and stuff at home. Mostly sleeping though. I'm thankful for a life that keeps me so busy and happy. Hope you all had a good weekend too!<br />
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