Tuesday, May 31, 2011


A.K.A. Canoe Trip 2011.  The annual canoe trip to Sullivan Creek Camp in Indian River was a bit rainy and cold, but definitely good for the soul.  I love friends that are more banded together than some families.  Here are some photos from our wonderful trip.

Hope your weekend was just as fun and that you spent it with great people.

"Try a little harder.  Be a little better."

Monday, May 30, 2011

Forgive and Forget

Why is that concept so hard?  It's honestly physically painful to get past a moment in time when someone hurts you, harms you or stabs you in the back.  Of course though to forgive and forget is the adult thing to do.

I feel like I am always being told by my husband to, "Be the bigger person."  I always abide and indeed I try to remain on the side of maturity.  Lately though I've been thinking though...who are the people that get to act like assholes?  When do I get to act like a complete jerk and throw caution to the wind when telling someone how I really feel about them?

These of course are the jerks that you need to forgive and forget.  The ones that are unhappy with themselves or possibly just need to be involved in drama for whatever reason.  It also seems like these are the people that are constantly proclaiming their disgust for drama. 

I, once again, I am at a cross roads.  Take the road that forgives or take the road that lashes out.  I have the strongest urge to lose my cool.  I want to tell someone how I find their disrespect towards me, disgusting.  I hate being treated like garbage.  I don't deserve to be talked badly about and more importantly neither does my husband.  However I am sure that the more responsible thing to do is sit back and say nothing.  Starting a fight with an immature person is a waste.  An actual waste of time and energy.  I won't do that to myself.  I will not inflict more pain on myself when I'm already feeling disappointed.

The moral is in fact, that I will be an adult, a good person.  I will spend time with people that make me happy and do more things that make me happy, because that is the best revenge after all...being happy.

"The best way to get even is to forget." Unknown

Friday, May 27, 2011

Weekend Warriors

Memorial weekend is upon us and my hubby and I are packing up and getting ready for a fun canoe trip up north with lots of friends.  A trip to the northern woods is a good couple hours in the car and I am such a fan of a good road trip.  One of my favorite parts of a road trip is putting on some jams and singing along to pass the time.

I've been kicking it old school and making cd's instead of playlists and checking off items on my check list to prepare.  I'm so excited and looking forward to sun and fun.  (crossing my fingers for sun)  It's been a few years since DJ and I have been to the annual canoe trip that our friends take, but here are a few pictures from our last ramble to Indian River.

I'm super excited and can't wait to get down and dirty in the woods and cold and wet in the Sturgeon River.  Happy Memorial Day weekend everyone!

"People who don't care if they don't sleep, are lovers." Unknown

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

What Not To Wear Wednesday - Scrunchie Edition

Back in the day I was a big fan of the scrunchie.  Mostly wearing them around my wrist whilst matching them to my outfit, but the other day I was doing a little browsing through the mall and I stumbled upon these heinous things AGAIN.

Really?  I know that everything that was once trendy seems to cycle back around and I am a big fan of recycling what's old and making it new again, but this crosses the line.  Not everything is worth reclaiming as a hot new fad.

Please don't wear a scrunchie again.  Ever.  A theory Carrie Bradshaw once stood by was that no New York woman would ever be caught dead in a scrunchie unless using it to hold her hair back while washing her face.  I don't even think they are worth it then and although I am not a New York woman I firmly believe that no woman at all should fall victim to the dreaded scrunchie.

Instead try some stylish braids, buns or scarfs this summer.  They all seem to be wildly popular lately and I am so down with all three.




(I'm obsessed with turbans right now.  OBSESSED)


That's a whole lotta awesome hair.  Don't harness your tresses in a scrunchie.  Please.  My head will explode otherwise.

“I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.” - Carrie Bradshaw


Monday, May 23, 2011

Long Time No Blog

As usual I am a huge blogging slacker.  Last time I blamed getting married and this time I blame starting a new job, buying new car and buying a new house.  Sue me.

So, I love the new house however the stresses of moving while being a guest at 6,000 weddings in the past 2 months, training for and starting at a new job and even a little drama from some people close to DJ and I, it's all left me a shell of a woman.  OK, not 6,000, (my husband always says I exaggerate, whatever) but quite a few and I really don't feel like myself.  Now that I am working full time I feel like am not performing my wifely duties to the best of my ability.  What's that phrase, my mom always used to say?  Something about there not being enough hours in the day?  Need-less-to-say I sound like my mother is another phrase I have been repeating on the regular lately.  I know that I am not the only woman with this problem and I also know that it will only be worse once I add little babes to the mix, but I'm allowed to vent and whine until I find a balance.

More than anything else, the moving has been a major thorn in my side.  For a month or more before the move my husband and I started packing so that we could paint both the old and new place.  Therefor we were living in boxes and eating out for nearly every meal.  Ugh.  At the end of April we began moving and without fail it rained.  Every time my husband and I have moved it has rained.  Anyway, so with the help of family and friends we got the all stuff moved in to our new house and the boxes were piled high.  Moving ended on a Saturday night, followed by pizza and bedtime by about 10 pm.  Sunday probably should have been spent unpacking, but instead we couldn't move our tired asses off the couch.  Since then the boxes have slowly and I mean SLOWLY been unpacked and this weekend we even had time to work on the yard.

With all that said, here is this week's motto.

And that's the plan.  No more worrying and getting cozy in bed while watching The Bachelorette!

"Home is wherever I'm with you."  Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros