Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Me. As a kid...

I thought I'd share some not so great pictures of me as a little kid.  Only because I was going through pictures the other day, moving them from my hard drive to a flash and saw some that made me chuckle.

Me, circa 1971.  Although it looks like circa 1871 based on the state of the photo. 
 One.  I remember this towel.  Two.  Could someone empty that trash bin?  Three.  Wallpaper.
I just.  I don't know.  I have no words.  I'm the girl on the right in the sweet pink crocheted sweater.  Kelly in the one with no pants and Sherri is on the left in a skirt?  Huge pants?
The hair. What was I thinking?  Why did I BEG my mom to let me get my (very curly) hair cut?  Also.  I remember that shirt.  The elephant was this weird puffy material. And as a PSA, don't get bangs with curly hair if you go back in time where there is no such things as flat irons and anti frizz serum.  You're welcome.
 Frizzy on the right.
We look like weird cult members here.  None of us match, style wise.  My sister's dress is velour.  Velour.  And the knee socks.  Kelly looks like a farmer.  Will looks like an old man.  My mom has the sweet one side pulled back hair and I'm apparently a pretty track star with legs for days.  And knees.

You're welcome for the laugh.  I hope it makes back to school this week a little easier! ;)

Monday, September 1, 2014

Headache update...

My sister in law mentioned that I never updated you on my random headache (which I promised to update you on post appointment and never did).

Well here's the deal...

I apparently pulled a cranial muscle (yes, in my head) that ran from my ear to my eye socket (basically stretching across the top of my head).  So it was like the muscle was shortened and I had to lengthen it out so that I could be in less pain.

Oh.  And muscle relaxers.  Those helped too.

But I'm all good!  Healthy and no more headache.

Leave it to me to to pull a muscle in my head...

Oh.  And Happy Labor Day!!!!!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Color Run!

Well I did it.  I did The Color Run here in Buffalo.  And it was a lot of fun. And it was done with another adult and 4 children.  Oof!  There was a little whining, but overall they were great and walked the whole 5k.  Of course once the color started being thrown they were thrilled.  And dirty.
If I arrived at check in one second earlier my bib number would have been 111111!  Grrr!
 This is post race (and not my photo BTW, but I cannot for the life of me find the source).

Ditto on the note above.  
 After we got through the Blue Zone (clearly).  This was our first color zone so we were truly blue. Once we hit the others we ended up being a multicolored mess.
 Just before heading into the pink zone (just finished the purple zone).
 Annnnd, done.  The photos aren't the best as I took pictures with my iPhone in a baggie.  I wasn't about to bust out the DSLR at The Color Run!!!

Tons of fun, we'll do it again next year, for sure!

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

O Captain! My Captain!

I'm sure I'm not alone in my feelings of deep sadness at the passing of Robin Williams.   He holds a very special place in my heart, and in the hearts of so many.  That's how amazing he was.  None of us knew him, as a person, but his passing feels personal.  But God, when I look back at the films he was in that made me laugh and cry, and FEEL something.  So many.  So, so many.

From Dead Poets Society to The World According to Garp.  What Dreams May Come and Good Will Hunting.  Good Morning Vietnam, Awakenings, Patch Adams.  Nine Months, The Fisher King and The Birdcage.

Each role makes me smile, or think or cry.  And to think that this man, who was so very sad, took his own life.  Sad.  What a pathetic word to use.  I can't imagine the pain of living in such a dark space, while trying to make people happy.

Suicide is so heart wrenching.  So final.  So unbelievably sad.

Carpe diem my friends.  And rest in peace Mr. Williams.

If you or someone you know needs help, please, please call The National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-8255.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Summer in Buffalo (and other oxymorons*)...

That picture below?  That's pretty much what our weather looked like for an entire week here in Western New York.  
We usually have two seasons here in Buffalo.  Winter and some conglomeration of non-Winter weather.  Spring, Summer and Autumn are all short lived and tend to blend into one another (one day its 50 in May, the next it's 90 - there's no real transition around here).  

And while it seems as though I'm complaining about the somewhat lackluster summer weather around here, I'm really not.  I'm an autumn girl at heart.  Give me jeans, flips and a hoodie and I'm happy.  The only time I really want it to be hot is if I'm sitting at a pool with a drink in my hand.  Other than that, keep it in the low 70s thankyouverymuch.

Who knows what the rest of the summer holds, but if it stay like it was a couple of weeks ago (even a few rainy days), I'll be a happy girl!

*There are no other oxymorons to be found in this post.  You can stop looking.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014


So there is an 11 year old girl (soon to be 12 year old in our household).

Hold up.

How did she get to be 11 (soon to be 12)?

Breaaaathhhheee deeeep.

OK.  OK.

So anyway, Madeline is 11 (12 in September).  I, clearly, am not.  However, I find myself busting out several tweenisms on the daily.  You know, like "totes".  Or "totes mcgoats".  I thought I'd take a minute to prepare a little dictionary for you, just in case you aren't familiar with the vernacular of today's youth.

Totes - Totally
Totes McGoats - Like, um really totally
Adorbs - Super cute (see also: Totes Adorbs)
Cray - Crazy
Totes Adorbs - Totally super cute
ZOMG - OMG, only, you know, more so

Just a few words to drop into your convos.

Now go have a totes awesome sauce day! xo

Monday, August 4, 2014

Hope is my jam..

I try really, really, realllllly hard to be a positive person.  To not let the negative get to me.  It's difficult sometimes, but in the end, I think you have to always see the good in things.  To have faith and hope and believe that good things will happen.

So when I saw this illustration I fell in love.  Because it's true.  Hope is my jam.  Let it be yours too.
Illustration by Lately Lily