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I'm a hopeless romantic.

And here I thought this only happened in the movies.

what a lucky girl

home.

They say that 'home is where the heart is'; but what do you do when your heart has been taken from your home?

This week I moved out of the home I spend my teenage years growing up in. My parents have built a new, and gorgeous, log home, out in the country and since I live with them, I'm moving there too. Now, even though this new house is only 20 min away from the old one, it might as well be a different continent to me. I love my house. I knew every creak in the floor, the way the walls curved, how the old wood felt. I did so much growing up there and have so many memories, good and bad, from over the years.

And now I'm moving to a new house. A house that's foreign to me. A house that has no memories or familiarity. A house I don't even have a bedroom in yet. I'm far away from my jobs and my friends and part of me would rather have paid the rent for an apartment I couldn't really afford. So what's a girl to do?

Make do, of course. As I always do. But will my heart ever make this new house my home? I'm not entirely sure. A small, stubborn part of me hopes not....so I don't get too comfortable in this new house; so when I do get back on my feet and move on to the next chapter of my life I don't have to feel sad about leaving again. Another part of me wants to love this house though. It's where my parents are. It's where we will be making new memories and celebrating holidays together.

So, time will tell. And until then I will be unpacking and trying to make things work; hoping I can at least find a way to feel good about living in this new house.

what a difference the weather makes

Spring has truly sprung and I couldn't be happier! My shorts, t-shirts, and I have been outside as much as possible lately. I've also had my camera along for the ride...thanks goodness!

My poppop has always had the best garden!

I don't even know where he finds these things

I fell in love with these mason jar glasses at this restaurant!

the boy I nanny picked my dandelions. love.

the little girl I nanny

Emmy, Ringo, and Rocket

I'm sure there will be many more photos of sunny times to come. It just feels so invigorating to be outside again.

I feel a building up.

A building up of something I can’t quite determine. 

It may be artistic, or a good cry, or something to come this summer. I’m not sure.

But I feel it. 

Almost like seeing water begin to boil. The surface beginning to roll a little right before it reaches the perfect temperature. 

I don’t think it’s going to be bad.  At least I hope it won’t be.

But I’m suspicious of it; keeping one eye on it while my life gets closer.

Will I recognize it when it does happen? Will I embrace whatever it is or push it to the side?

I guess time will tell all. 

Until then I’ll continue to wait. Wait for those first rollings of water to push through the surface and boil over.

my weirdness

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."

~Dr. Seuss

I've always considered myself to be a weird girl so when I read this quote it struck a chord with me. Plus it's by Dr. Suess and since he is a doctor and all, he clearly knows what he's talking about. 

I just love the idea of there being someone out there who I can "fall in mutual weirdness" with.

Because Lord knows the guy I end up with will have to come with some weirdness of his own.

favorite things

Well, since I skipped last week....

• May flowers
• Being with my Mom on Mother's Day
• Spending time with my wonderful friends
• my Aviator Sunglasses
• feeling accomplished, even if it's only a little

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides - Audrey Hepburn ♥

happy song

While enjoying my morning dose on vh1 music videos today I watched what can only be described as the most bad ass video to come out in a long time. And no wonder it's so awesome, it's the Beastie Boys! That's as much as I can say....the video must speak for itself.  Enjoy!!

justice is served?

I don't need much introduction into this post. Most everyone knows that last night, the death of Osama Bin Laden was announced. As I lay in bed and watched the news unfold and President Obama address the nation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasiness about the whole thing. Now, let me preface things with the facts that 1) I'm not overly political and 2) this is just my opinion. Do I believe that Osama was responsible for the deaths of thousands of Americans? Yes. Do I believe that he needed to be stopped? Of course. But when did America appoint itself judge and jury? Are we living in ancient Babylon under Hammurabi's Code? Does killing Osama Bin Laden rebuild the twin towers or bring back the people who died? No, we are not, and it does not. Again, I don't know the details of how these things really work, but there's just a part of me that feels like there could have been another answer.
To add to my unease, every couple of minutes I see news feeds on every little detail of what happened. From the idea of there being a woman used as a human shield to "Geronimo" being the code word for the operation. I don't know why the world needs to know these things. Isn't it enough to know that he's dead? Maybe it's just me. I don't feel less American for feeling this way though.
And what about the backlash from these actions? I can't help but feel like this is just the beginning of a downward spiral. Just because their leader has died doesn't necessarily mean that Al-Qaeda is going to die with him. If anything you would think that this would only fuel them to continue and seek some kind of revenge. I don't see any way that things would just "go away" now that Osama is out of the picture.
I guess time will tell. I'm glad to know that Osama Bin Laden will no longer be a threat to my country. I pray that this will bring soldiers home. I'm hopeful that this will allow the leaders of our country to focus on other important issues like poverty, slavery, and our debt.  God Bless America.

snapshots of a weekend

May is off to a great start. And of course I had my camera with me to document the wonderfulness of it all. 

A pick-up game in Falconer Park

one of the many reasons I don't play basketball

this sign was too pretty NOT to take a picture of

 On Sunday a couple of us went to Olcott Beach, NY for some Highland Games. This is probably one of the quaintest towns I've ever been to in this area of New York. There was a little boardwalk of tiny shops on the beach and fortunately for my wallet, they were closed.

my friend and I in front of the lake

the cutest little lighthouse ever!

being brothers is more than blood

he's actually a big teddy bear