If I've Heard It Once, I've Heard It A Thousand Times

And I heard it all weekend long.

"Hey, you'd look good with one of those."

Really? My ovaries had no idea. Talk to me again in 5 years.

(But really, my niece is cuter than your niece.)

A Tribute

To a friend that has been:

My shoulder to cry on.
My voice of reason.
My boost in confidence.
My comic relief.


June 2008, Celebrating our birthdays at Max & Ermas :)

Anna,

I don't think I could ever truly express to you how much your friendship means to me. You welcomed me into your home last year when I couldn't face my own. Even though you have a husband and child to care for, you have always made room for me in your life.

You listened to me sob on your back porch last fall and again a month ago without ever saying "I told you so". You were the friend that helped me bounce back when I first saw her with him, dragging me out and telling me not to let this bring me down (and not caring how many times I played Carrie Underwood on the juke box). You encouraged me to start dating again and didn't criticize me when I played with fire. You giggled right along with me to text messages, glad to see me smiling.

You agreed that now I need to focus on me and I'm not afraid to be without a "special someone" because you're only a 5 minute drive away. Thanks for being my So You Think You Can Dance buddy. A guaranteed spot on your couch every week to feed my obsession. Thank you in advance for spending my birthday with me tomorrow. My first birthday "alone" will go down in the history books as a night filled with so much dancing it made our heads spin.

Some day I hope to be half the mom that you are. You are raising a fantastic little boy with a big personality. His smile has brightened many a day for me lately (and his "WOW"s and "Dude"s). Oh, and by the way, I'm sorry for his new obsession with sunglasses ;)

You are a wonderful friend. Thank you for being there for me when I needed someone the most. I hope you know I would do the same for you in a heartbeat.

I love you girl!

~Michelle

p.s. Wii bowling rematch?


Christmas 2006, you were pregnant with Drew then! It doesn't seem like that long ago does it?

New Life, New Beginnings

As some of you already know, on Friday afternoon, my niece was born. My weekend plans to stay in Columbus for Memorial Day quickly changed and after a night of drunken debauchery on Friday (which will be discussed later), I headed to Erie and Buffalo.



My niece's name is McKenzie Marie (or M&M for short) and she was born one month prematurely weighing 5 lbs. even. She is still in the NICU so our contact with her was brief, but she is doing well. Hopefully, the proud parents will be able to bring her home soon.

I did learn one thing this weekend: my brother is going to make an awesome dad. He was so attentive to his daughter. Kissing her forehead constantly, which made her face scrunch up every time - it was adorable. I hope when I find my future husband, he loves kids as much as Kyle does.



My brother's description of the birth (which was REALLY quick):

"She came out, said ABC, 123, hand me my backpack I'm ready for school." He even added in the little motion like she was throwing the book bag over her shoulder. Hilarious.



I can't wait to watch her grow up, and be a part of her life. It's going to cost me a fortune in gas, but I'm going to visit all the time!

It Was A Hoppin' Good Time

Highlights from my Easter weekend:

• Easter egg coloring with Clancy on Friday night. Feeling like a kid and proclaiming, "Oh babe! Look at this one!". Completely in awe of my three colored egg skills. (And you'll notice in the picture below the very shiny egg - that's what you get when you mix boys and egg coloring. They break out the unconventional methods - spray paint.)
  
  
  
  
• Bringing my grandma Easter dinner in the hospital. Listening to my dad, his sister and my grandparents reminisce about "back in the good ole days" when there were no seat belts and my dad's head hit the radio dial in the car after an abrupt stop. We've had a lot of stitches in our family. The stories kept coming.
  
  
• Visiting with Rachel and hubby Brian. And meeting the newest member of their family - baby kitty Tycho :)
  
  
• TWO Easter dinners where there was ham. And lots of it. I may in fact be hammed-out.
  
  
• Spending time with my brother. He never fails to make me laugh. His latest success - playing the new rap track that he recorded with a friend. Properly entitled "Cankles".
  
  
• Scattergories, Yahtzee Turbo and Uno Stacko tournaments.
  
  
• The fact that I'm not too old for Easter goodies. Pictured below: the "Easter basket" from my mom full of my favorites - Jelly Bellys. And the grass? Totally edible. Also, totally tastes like cardboard.
  
  
  
  
• UPDATE: My favorite radio station has proclaimed this week "Peep Torture Week". Even though I love the candy, I find this hilarious. Watch today's torture video below.
  
  
  
  From Crackle: Peep Microwave
  

I definitely enjoyed my weekend. What did you do?

Because I Knew You

I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason. Bringing something we must learn. And we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them. And we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you...

It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime, so let me say before we part. So much of me is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me like a hand print on my heart. And now whatever way our stories end, I know you have re-written mine by being my friend:

Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you: I have been changed for good.

-from Wicked, the musical (song in the sidebar if you want to hear it!)


You always made me feel good about myself. That I shouldn't doubt my talent, it was real. I had a new-found confidence that has stuck with me, in one way or another, throughout my life. Because I knew you.

You weren't in my life for very long, taken before your time. I miss you and the laughter you would bring to any room. And the pictures you would let me take of you, even though at six years old I had no idea how to work a camera. That childish smile lives on in me. Because I knew you.

You taught me to be myself. Stand up for what I believe in. Not to conform because I thought I should. But to be different because I could. That has forever been instilled in me. Oh, and the fact that I'm liberal. Because I knew you.

You were my best friend. I learned from you the ultimate life lesson: sometimes people grow up and out of each other at the same time. I miss you, but I know that if we were to become friends again it would never be the same as it was. But I look back on our hundreds of sleepovers, "Be Fri" and "St Ends" necklaces and realize my life at that time couldn't have been any better. Because I knew you.

Unbeknownst to you, you taught me the most about love. Or rather, how different what I have now is from what I had with you. Immature vs. mature love. I never thought I would carve initials in a tree trunk. I mean really, so cliché right? But I did. Because I knew you.

You brought out a work ethic in me never to be seen again. Part guilt, part pride. What would have been a job to anyone else, was a home away from home for me. Even in the mundane parts of life, you showed me how to have fun. And I still do. Because I knew you.

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With you, I can be myself. No makeup, my favorite Adidas hoodie and windpants, or a new black print dress, cable knit tights and stilettos. When I have my blonde moments and claim that antipasto salad has pasta in it, or when I blow you away with my brilliance on a few Jeopardy questions. When I can't stop giggling at your Bruce Willis jokes, or when I'm crying and scared and just need you to make it better. You love me no matter what. And I couldn't be happier. Because I know you.

Does Exchanging Recipes Officially Mean We're Old?

Ten years ago as a freshman in high school, I was lucky enough to meet some of the best friends I will ever have. And this weekend, I was lucky enough to get to spend time with all of them. And it was nothing less than fabulous.

Ironically as I exited the highway, on the last part of my hilly journey, I passed both a street and shopping plaza with the same name as my high school. Hours from my hometown, I had to smile at the coincidence.

Sure it was just a weekend trip, but it's such a rare occurrence when we are actually all able to get together that I was really looking forward to it. I was the first to arrive and tour the newly purchased home of my friend Lisa, where we all stayed. Gorgeously decorated to say the least. Wedding pictures on every wall. It was definitely a reminder that it's been a long time since pop quizzes and cafeteria lunches.

But no amount of time or maturity could keep us from getting together at the mall and doing some serious shopping. Isn't that what all high school friends do? After hours spent in and out of fitting rooms, IKEA and of course a few shoe stores we had had our fill. We were ready for a night out on the town, but who knew that after arriving back at the house and opening a few bottles of wine, there would be no interest in bar hopping after all.

Just six friends around a dining room table; sipping wine, going through old yearbooks, reading notes about boys, and best of all - laughing our asses off. Some of us hard enough to almost knock over the china cabinet.

Pizza and Superbad at one a.m. capped off the night (But only after a few calls to Lisa's hubby to figure out their entertainment center; I swear they have sixteen remotes!)

And if skipping a night out on the town isn't enough proof we're not in high school anymore, I think exchanging recipe and meal ideas over coffee the next morning definitely sealed the deal. As anxious as getting older normally makes me feel, this simple realization was actually reassuring. Knowing that our friendships change as we get older. And rather than grow apart, I hope we all grow closer as more time passes.

There was talk of a big move, career changes, family planning, doggie purchasing, and falling in love again. Seems we have a lot to look forward to. And I've seen some of these girls walk down the aisle already; I can't wait to be present when the others follow close behind.

Thanks for a wonderful weekend girls. Glad we decided to make this a tradition - here's to many more! Columbus next?

xoxo

It's A Girl!

So I found out that my brother and his girlfriend are having a girl! I'm going to have a niece!!! And she's due right around my birthday so that's exciting too.

Holy cow my little brother is going to be a dad...

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I don't know why but this whole situation makes me feel ancient. Grown up. Is this really happening? I guess I always thought I'd be the first. The first to settle down. Get married. Have children. I don't want to say I'm jealous, because the situation for him isn't ideal and I'm nowhere near ready for that kind of responsibility, but it just feels odd. Why is it that we believe our lives and the lives of the people we love have to follow a certain path and if we stray off that path things just don't seem right?

I remember the call when he first told me he was going to be a father. I was sitting on the bed watching something on TV, drinking a caramel apple spice from Starbucks that Clancy had brought home for me, unsure of where my life was headed. I was sad about the breakup, sad that he may never be part of my life again. There I was being selfish, thinking about me while my brother was probably nervous, scared and excited all at the same time. I wasn't there for him like I should have been and I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for the reaction I had.

"Did you guys plan this? What are you going to do?"

Horrible, right? That was months ago, and we've had conversations about it since. I've been the supportive sister and aunt-to-be that I should have been in that first phone call. I've told him I'll support him and his new family as much as I possibly can. I've told him I'll be the best godmother that anyone could ask for. Because I will.

I love my brother to death and I can't wait to share in this huge moment in his life. I will be right by his side as fast as my Scion will take me when I get that phone call. And you know what? I can't wait.

Hanging Out With Married People...

...made me laugh so hard I almost peed.

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Saturday night. At Anna & Jeremy's house. Rumbling tummys. Pizza? Chicken wings? We think so.

Anna (on the phone with Pizza Hut): We'd like to place an order for delivery.

(Insert back and forth banter here about what's on the pizza. Yes, we want deep dish. Blah, blah.)

Anna (responding to what kind of chicken wings we wanted): Bone-out.

(Jeremy and I glance at each other. Silently expressing the hilarity of what she just said. Slight giggling.)

Me (whispering): Anna, I think you mean boneless!

(Laughter breaks out. Who knew ordering chicken wings could be so provocative?)

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Well, OK - it was funny to us. We have the maturity level of teenagers, what can I say?

In case you were wondering, we ordered plain ole pepperoni. But I enjoy Hawaiian as well (ham, pinneapple, cinnamon). Or an all meat pizza. Sausage is pretty much the best topping ever. Last night it was a Garlic Chicken and Bacon stuffed pizza from Papa Murphys. What can I say, I like pizza.

What do you like on yours?

Home For The Holidays

Today after work I'll be making the 4 hour drive home to Erie, Pennsylvania. The city where I was born and raised, smack dab in the middle of the snow belt. Remind me why again? Oh right it's Christmas weekend. Despite my ho-hum attitude towards the holidays this year, I really am excited to see my family and friends.

This will be my first Christmas in TEN YEARS that I've spent without a significant other by my side. It's going to be strange to say the least. But for once I'm not worried about whose family we're going to see which day and for how long, and ultimately who we're going to piss off. I get to be selfish and spend the whole 4 day weekend doing what I want to do.

I'll be staying at my dad's house. This is always a huge debate since the divorce. I always feel like I'm choosing sides or something. But my dad's house is the house I lived in from 8th grade through college and feels the most like home. My room is still painted the same lilac purple with navy stripes along the top of the wall. My canvases and drawing boards shoved under the bed. Sketch books and unfinished paintings in the closet. It's like being back in high school again. Like I never left.

Except at the end of the hall the room that used to be my parents' no longer houses my mom's abundant wardrobe and numerous perfumes. My stepmom lives there now and seeing her always brings me from my high school mind set back to reality. My brother won't be doing pull-ups on the bar hung in his doorway across the hall. I won't hear him grumbling when the alarm goes off. My stepsister (and probably her on again off again boyfriend) sleeps there during the holidays. Don't get me wrong, I love the new members of my family. It's just strange that there isn't a place that feels completely like home anymore. There are reminders around every corner that life has changed.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to Christmases past, especially ones when my grandfather was still alive.


My nose is a little beat up in this picture. I was 3 and apparently attempted to carry my favorite chair down the stairs on Christmas Eve, only to tumble to the bottom, chair first.

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday weekend. Enjoy the time off of work, time spent with family from out of town, time reuniting with friends normally scattered across the country that will be home to celebrate, time recognizing how wonderful it is to be surrounded by people that love you. I know I will.

Merry Christmas!

The OC Experience :: Part Two

Part One if you missed it.

And I apologize for the length of this post in advance. Normally, I keep them a reasonable length, but I didn't want to forget anything about my trip!

SATURDAY NIGHT
Where did we leave off? Oh yes, we were watching European condom commercials. YouTube videos weren't all we squeezed into our Saturday night. I had been told about this place called The Goat on several occasions. That night I got to check it out in person and holy shit did we have a fabulous time. Sarah, Swaaaan and I met up with a few of their friends to get our drink on. Normally I'm a cranberry vodka kind of girl. No beer for me. Liquor is my friend. But Sarah and Swaaaan swear by the bar's pear cider, so I gave up my usual to try something new. Yeah so worth it.

We moved to the smoking area because "we only smoke when we drink, we only drink now and then, now and then when we're tired of being let down by men." It was pretty hilarious because California has the no smoking in public places law, same as Ohio. However this part of the bar was basically still joined to the rest of the place but covered by a porch like contraption (therefore it was technically "outside" - way to find loop holes). And this contraption leaked. All over our booth. Literally a stream of water started running like a river onto our table. So much for finishing that cigarette...

We spent the night chatting. Talking with the girls about love, heartbreak, hott "midwestern" boys that were playing shuffleboard, stalkers, random text messages, boys that can't make up their minds, and then laughing about how hypocritical I was considering I'm "dating" two guys at the same time and can't make up my own mind (well at least they have the same name right?). Talking with the guys about wrestling, politics, space, and that "really guys don't only talk sports - we swear".

I managed to not spend a single dime the entire night. Not that plenty of alcohol wasn't consumed. Trays of shots were making their way over to us far too often. Pitchers of pear cider were drained. Photos were taken with my camera that I don't remember. Ladies and gentlemen, we were hammered*.



Two o'clock rolled around and we were stalling at the bar. Swaaaan was "catching up" with an old friend and we weren't quite ready to leave. After obscenities were shouted into the loudspeaker we decided it was time to go. On our way out I was stopped by a guy I had seen earlier in the night. One that tried to pick me up, but thankfully R & P had managed to get me out of the situation. This time he approached me and put his hat on my head and then his sunglasses. Alright, so we may have taken a picture for proof of what this p-i-m-p made me wear. I looked thrilled right?



On the way to the car, Sarah managed to score us a cigarette. As I'm smoking, Swaaaan finds it appropriate to tackle me from behind to get the cancer stick away from me. Not because she was concerned for my health. No, she wanted it all to herself. This led to an all-out girl brawl in the middle of the parking lot. Arms flailing, laughter and butt smacking (my butt not hers).

The night ended with Sarah's roommate making us all mac & cheese, watching Eddie Izzard and drinking wine. Fun doesn't even begin to cover it.

SUNDAY
Slightly hungover + incredibly starving = greasy food from Ihop. And what a meal it was. I'm drooling just looking at the picture.



Over the course of the weekend I had become obsessed with palm trees. How many different kinds there were, how gorgeous some of them were, I even missed cute guys Sarah would point out as we were driving because I was oogling at them. So when we walked out of Ihop it was only natural that I was itching for a photo shoot with my new obsession.



Hollywood Boulevard was the next stop on the tour of California. We hadn't done much sightseeing, so I decided this was the one place I had to see before I left. Walking up and down the street I was busy observing. So many people were milling around, the movie premier of P.S. I Love You was taking place that day so there was a lot going on. Several costumed characters made appearances including the Cat and the Hat, the oldest Cinderella I have ever seen, Snoopy and more. Spongebob Squarepants was there as well and decided to hit on me even though tons of kids were around. Is it bad that I considered running away with him? I mean Spongebob is so damn cute.



My plane left at 6 so our last stop was to grab a bite to eat. I was told that I had to have an In and Out burger. For fast food it was pretty damn good. But what's up with the employees wearing diaper pins on their butts? I tried to get a picture, but didn't want to offend anyone.



COLUMBUS BOUND
I was definitely sad to leave California and head back to the chilling Columbus weather. I'm thinking Sarah didn't want me to leave either because we got lost on the way to the airport and I made it with only 1/2 an hour to spare before I had to catch my flight. We hugged goodbye and I dashed (literally) to my gate. The return flight wasn't too bad. I managed to catch a lot of z's. However, a certain passenger was keeping me from my slumber at the beginning of the flight.

On Skybus you are able to choose your seats (it's first come first serve seating), so when I scored a window seat in an empty aisle I was excited. But then someone took the aisle seat in my row. I look over and he's rather attractive, so I decide it's OK. He asks if I'm from Columbus or California. I told him Columbus. He's a student at OSU, so we proceeded with chitchatting about local bars, sites, etc. When we landed he asked to be my Facebook friend. I had to laugh, because what a world we live in now. Instead of exchanging numbers it's here's my name, find me on the internet. I haven't decided if I will yet or not. He's 22 but in boy years that's about 12.

After a rough landing due to fog I was SO ready to get off the plane. I turned on my phone and was greeted with 2 texts and a voicemail from FF wanting to get together. Our "relationship" has been so casual I hadn't even told him I was in California. Let's just say I cashed in my raincheck last night. Which could be the reason for my delayed post (sorry Swaaaan).

I LOVE California and can't wait to go back! I'll leave you with some more palm tree pictures. And how cool is it that there was a Michelle street?!



*DISCLAIMER: Michelle is normally not a smoking, boy-crazy lush. She was on vacation!

The OC Experience :: Part One

To sum up this weekend: California was a BLAST. Oh you want more details? OK, OK ;)

FRIDAY
The anticipation at the airport was high. GQ (C4 just wasn't working so Sarah and I came up with this nickname over the weekend) waited with me until I had to go through security. Kept telling me I would be fine and not to worry (and we may have shared a picture-perfect airport goodbye kiss). After all was said and done I think I was the most anxious before I even set foot on the plane! Take off and landing were sort of exciting and seeing both Columbus and Burbank lit up through the clouds was one of the coolest things I've experienced.

The flight was long, 5 1/2 hours due to strong headwinds. And on top of that we had a 2 hour delay so our original arrival time at Burbank airport of 5 p.m. ended up being 8. I exited the airport to find Sarah waiting for me, and of course had a SQUEE! moment. I thought I would be nervous meeting her for the first time, but it was more like reuniting with a long time friend. Hugs, laughter, making fun of me for overpacking and of course the palm tree discussion. They reminded me of something a little on the hairy side, but later in the trip my view was swayed. I may even be obsessed.

After landing, I had a voicemail from my high school friend Nate saying he knew I was flying in that night but couldn't remember when. He was having a small get together at his apartment and invited us over. We made the trip to Hollywood for a night of Superbad, burned popcorn, microwaved metal bowls, WINE and snakes. Yes, snakes. Normally I hate snakes but this one was sitting in his roommate's lap like a domesticated animal. Sort of adorable. Well, as adorable as a snake can be I guess. It was so good to see Nate, and we parted ways knowing we'd see each other again at Christmastime.

SATURDAY
Sarah and I had ourselves a morning of pampering at Rosey Toes, a nail salon on Balboa Island. Manicures, pedicures and girl talk. I wish I would have taken a picture of the inside of the shop. It was decked out in pink and black, and I swear in miniature it would have made a perfect Barbie house.



We made our way to Laguna Beach for lunch, but not without visiting "The Hills". I was amazed at how the houses are stacked one on top of the other. The road seemed to go on forever but the view at the top was breathtaking. I know what you're thinking, they're just mountains right? Cut me some slack - Ohio is one FLAT state.



Lunch was delicious. BBQ chicken pizza from BJ's and a cookies & cream pazookie (a cookie baked in a pizza pan). TO. DIE. FOR. Let's just say it was devoured in no time flat.



What is a vacation without shopping right? Shoes, sweaters, purses, new winter coats. Yeah, it was heaven. A few hundred dollars and tons of new clothes later, we decided we had worked up an appetite. Sarah's long time friend, Swaaaan met up with us for dinner at Island's (I'd just like to cut in here and say she is freakin hilarious and I'm so glad we met!). They have the biggest burgers I've ever seen. We knew we had to eat up because we had a long night of drinking ahead.



With our stomachs full and some time to waste before our bar escapades began - we laughed our asses off to some YouTube videos. Condom commercials in Europe are hilarious.

Tomorrow I will post Part Two! (Look forward to palm tree groping, drunk girl fights over cigarettes, Michelle as a pimp and my fling with Spongebob Squarepants - GOOD TIMES, GOOD TIMES.)

Why A Daughter Needs A Dad

Front: Just a hug... for you
Inside: Just Because. Keep smilin' Michelle! It really does help. Love, Dad.

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Because he knows when she needs a pick-me up without her even telling him.

(And whenever I say "Daddy..." he responds with, "Alright Michelle, how much do you need?")

Giving Thanks

Well, it's the time of year when all the Pilgrims gather together with the Indians and give thanks for the great food offered to them and also for the Mayflower that allowed them to steal the land from the natives.

What am I thankful for this year?

I have somewhere to spend Thanksgiving. There are so many people who have lost touch with loved ones, no longer speak to their family or simply can't make it home for the holidays. I am one of the lucky ones.

I have a wonderful family to spend it with. Sure we're not the Brady Bunch, but we make each other laugh. My brother might pull my hair and I'm sure my cousin will put my brother in a headlock at some point, but we love each other. Really, we do.

I have friends (new and old!) that support me 100%. Even though the last month was the hardest part of my life, it was also the most uplifting. I realized that even though life had gotten in the way of some of my friendships, when I needed them most they were all right there beside me. (Helping me rack up my $527 phone bill this month!) I hope all of you know that I would be there for each of you at the drop of a hat. No questions asked.

I have a great place to live. There are so many Americans without a roof over their heads. I'm so thankful I found this wonderful place when I did. It was the last condo left and I was lucky to snag it! My mom was a HUGE help with everything and my dad is helping me with bills until things get back to normal again. Thank god I have the understanding parents that I do and that they have the means to help me through this hard time.

I enjoy blogging and all that comes along with it. Seriously? 85 comments? Thanks you guys. It has really helped having this "little" blogging community here by my side through all of this. Getting it all out has been an interesting therapy for me - and has also saved me a ton of money in the long run! And also having those friendships transfer into real life! Meeting Kari last night for happy hour was awesome, cheers to new friends!

I get to see THESE LOVELY LADIES in T minus 7 hours! A night on the town with some of the best friends I will ever have is just what the doctor ordered! Booze, boys and booty shaking!



What are you guys thankful for?

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!! (And I'll see you on Monday)

What Makes Me Happy :: A Photo Essay

1. Going out to breakfast with one of my best friends, Rachel, while I was home.
   Damn that pumpkin muffin was goood.
   
   
   
   
   
   
2. My new RED! HAIR!
   I almost forgot - my hair dresser told me I looked like Addison from Grey's. He's a keeper. ;) Oh and you can sort of see my manicure that my mom gave me. A pretty deep fall red. Toes are done too! Woot!
   
   
   
   
3. A SPOOOKY lunch
   One of the many reasons I love my job. We also watched the Thriller video on the SmartBoard in our Board Room.
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
4. Care packages from wonderful friends!
   Sarah sent pumpkin bread too, but ALAS it's all gone! I wonder how you all knew I liked pumpkin foods....hmmm. Oh and the book she sent is It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken.
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
5. Receiving the Totally Fabulous award for this post ~ Thanks, Lisa (I think you're fabulous too!)
   
   
   
   
6. My babies!
   
   
   
   
   
   
7. Alynda passing on some Blog Lovin'! Thanks my dear, I love your blog too!
   
   
   
   
8. The recipe book I designed for work. I entered a recipe in it too! :)
   
   
   
   
9. And this jacket my mom bought for me while I was home last weekend! Heart <3!!
   
   
   

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!