January 6, 2010 by Miss

Wordless Wednesday

September 1, 2009 by Miss

You are amazing.

I was going through all the photos from Chicago, for this post, and of course I started tearing up. I miss you so much. I’m sitting here and I’m thinking that anything I say will never do enough justice to explain to the world not only how much I love you, but how amazing of a person you are. But I don’t think I need to do that.

You shine. From first impression, you can stop a room in its tracks. The second you walked into the lobby of the Sheraton, I knew. I turned towards the door and there you were, and I just took a second and I stared because I had to etch that memory into my brain. After we hugged, we just launched into conversation like we had left it behind only minutes before and we were just picking up right where we left off. The whole weekend was like that.

We have this knack for finding each other when we need each other the most and I can’t ever tell you how grateful I am for you. Yes, you stress me out. Yes, you make me want to shake you sometimes. But damn it Maria, I just can’t quit you. I’d never want to because you’ve always loved me, you’ve always held my hand, and you never let my secrets shock you, when you weren’t busy calling me out on them first. You can read me like a damn book. Thank goodness because you make it easier for me to just let it all out because you don’t need an explanation.

I miss you friend. I want you to start embracing these scary things called birthdays because the more time that passes, the more memories we get a chance to make.

Because who else could make this look as damn good as it does?

That’s straight gangster…ish.

Enjoy your third 23rd birthday beauty. You are timeless.

March 20, 2009 by Miss

… completely overwhelmed.

In my last post, I went on about how last year, my birthday just didn’t feel special.

You all must have been listening.

I can’t even begin to explain how blown away I am by all of you.

Starting on Tuesday, my birthday took on a whole new meaning. Between Tuesday and last night,  I was treated to dinners, drinks, and some of my favorite things.

I got the chances to dress up and feel beautiful. I got to eat amazing food I’ve never had before, drink delicious wine, see a kick ass blue’s band play AND chill with the band itself.

And yesterday. From two hours before midnight (from the other time zone lovers) and well into the day, I received emails, comments, twitters, DM’s, text messages… you name it. All wishing me happy birthday, a beautiful day, and positive thoughts.

I just have to thank a few people here, and I hope that you don’t mind that I didn’t link. There are far too many of you. And that in itself is overwhelming.

To my Maria… I can’t begin to describe what you’ve meant to me these days. You are my voice of logic when I am acting like a certifiable asshole. You make me laugh in ridiculous ways. You laugh at my incredibly stupid jokes. You made me cry when you wrote for me and you made me laugh in the same instance. I fucking love you, bitch. You are and will forever be my female nerd counterpart. And thanks for the Flickr pro too bitch.

To my darling Nicole… You’ve been so supportive of me during the hardest times of my life, always holding my hand, always showing me the brighter side of some of the dimmest looking outcomes. Hearing from you and the Princess and hearing her sing happy birthday to me made me cry (again). It was the perfect treat. Thank you for allowing me to be part of your life. Even if I am “that girl from the internet who wants to steal yo cash money.”

To Terra… my beautiful Canadian lovah. The flowers you sent me are breathtaking. I love explaining to my co-workers who sent them and what you mean to me. I’ve explained it a lot. We’ve gone down some crazy roads together and you’ve always been there, holding my hand. You’ll never know what that means to me.

To the always lovely Kim… You gave me such a perfect gift, I can’t even begin to explain. I love nerdy and funny shirts. Your gift card came at a perfect time. I love you for thinking of me and for being MY friend even with your life happening around you at such a pace. You will always mean something special in my heart.

To Colleen… I don’t know what gave you the impression that I love to eat, but good job! You are amazing and are such a good friend. I can’t wait to buy you a drink and give you a hug when we meet.

To Ashley… Getting your home made card in the mail was an unexpected but SO appreciated surprise. To know you took the time to make it for me, I’m just so grateful. You are probably the sweetest person I’ve ever met online and I am SO glad to be your friend.

To Mishi and Patrick… You guys both gave me something that no one can ever take from me. The gift of music. You know how much of my life is involved in music and you, in turn, shared some of it with me. I can’t thank either of you enough.

To Jessie and Elly… Jessie thank you for the new header. I’m fighting with it to resize but once I get it, I’ll display it proudly. You are a kick ass woman and I’m happy that we are friends. Elly, I DO want to take you up on your offer. You are such an astounding person, I do hope to get to know you better!

To Sarah… You are a wonderful person with a huge heart. Thank you for your words. I can only hope that one day we can meet and I can give you that hug you deserve. Thanks for helping me get dressed on Wednesday.

To You (you know, the one that everyone keeps doubting and I keep denying existence?)… You blow me away. You’ve shown me what happens when we take risks, tempt fate, and what taking chances actually means. You’ve given me movie moments, made me feel beautiful and funny, and you’ve improved the quality of my life, you do every day. You always say you’re lucky, but I’m going to have to say that I’m the lucky one here, for having you in my life. Despite what you may believe to be flaws, thank you for being you. I could not ask for more. (And I ain’t telling you bitches shit. Just smile and say aww ok?)

Seriously. If I think too hard about the last couple days and what you all have done for me, I start to cry. Not that I doubted any of you, but it is all very unexpected. That’s my own self worth talking, or I suppose, lack there of. I don’t see myself as worthy of the love and friendship you all have given me. Especially because I can be quite the bitch.

I don’t deserve any of you.

But I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

February 22, 2009 by Miss

I sat here for 4 hours trying to write for today.

I did write, I did publish, but I just took it down.

In the last post, I said that fear wasn’t going to hold me back. But I suppose it is.

The funniest thing is that the words I wrote, I can easily share but *I* am not ready to see them. Does that make sense?

Some things are just too special to risk, even with a teeny tiny bit of something that could be taken the wrong way. Because in my fucked up mess of a head, it would be.

Maybe you’ll see it one day. When I’m more sure of myself.

So there.

Today. What a day.

January 19, 2009 by Miss

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate, without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldnt fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change, so do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it’s comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you are very lucky, a plane ride away.

-SATC, Season 4 “I Heart NY”

People think I”m crazy for driving hours to sit with a friend who’s had a rough day, or to spend time with people I love, just because they need someone to listen. I think that makes me blessed to know that the people I love can not only count on me, but I can count on them too.

Are you that lucky?

I hope so.

January 7, 2009 by Miss

The only chat application I ever really use is gmail chat. I have the application on my phone so it’s like if I need it, I have access to my girls whenever I need them. It’s been useful in certain situations, trust me. I have all the other applications, I just never really use them. The only time I get on yahoo is to have 3 ways with hot chicks.

And that is exactly what I was doing tonight when another chat box popped up. Inside that little box was my brother. What’s that? You thought I was an only child? Oh yea, I still am (as far as I know… family history and all that. Heh.). No, Jer is one of two of  the closest people to me that I’m not related to, that I consider to be like a brother to me. The other is our friend Matt, who I’ve known almost as long. But Matt’s another post for another day.

We’ve been friends since we were 8 years old. He is my oldest friend.

He was my first crush. He had a mullet. Obviously, my tastes hadn’t quite developed yet. He lived right up the street from me growing up and I spent a lot of time at his house. Sleepovers, meals, we even had a club house there. We rode bikes, played basketball, had pine cone wars, and pretty much ruled the block all day long.

He made my childhood out to be what it was. Fantastic.

It wasn’t until high school that we went to school together for the first time. Between him and Matt and some of the other guys we spent time with, changing schools between 8th and 9th grade was easier. We were close all throughout high school.

After, he went off to the military and I went off to get knocked up. It was insanely hard to maintain any kind of relationship outside of my marriage for many reasons. He was sent to Iraq and is there now for the 3rd time. He’s also married, and has a one year old son who, as he tells it, is already trouble. Which is understandable if you knew him.

I feel so blessed tonight, to know that even though its been about 4 years since we’ve talked, we can still connect. He crosses my mind frequently, as does his new family. I’m happy to know that he is safe and happy makes me happy.

How old is your oldest relationship?

November 22, 2008 by Miss

Aren’t you glad you came here today?

POW.

Courtesy of my good friend Huck, I am pulling the card. It’s just one of those days. Saturday Street Fair will return next week lovelies. *muah*

November 13, 2008 by Miss

Two very lovely ladies of mine, HuckDoll and Red Lotus Mama are inspiring people. Inspiring people to think about the simple things in life that make us happy. It’s so basic, and so easy that we really should be embracing this. So here I go.

• My little guy. He makes me NUTS daily, but damn how I love to see that kid smile and laugh. Such innocent pure joy. I want to bottle it up.
• My iPod. Well, we have a love/hate relationship. She likes to torture me sometimes and play some stuff that I don’t need to hear at certain times. Plus she’s a man stealer. But I love her.
• My Crackberry. Oh gawd. My addictions are fed DAILY with this thing. I can’t even begin to explain. Yea sure, sometimes there are glitches (bah) but 99% of the time, its ALL good.
• The way the day feels between 9 and 10 in the morning. It’s just crispy and light and so easy to breathe in.
• Photography. Mine, yours, every ones. Which is why I was compelled to start Just One Look.
• Sweaters. I have some kick ass sweaters this season and I love them. I love being warm and cuddly.
• Which brings me to my blanket. Oh how I love my blanket. It belonged to my grandma and I’ve had some excellent times under this blanket. (Believe it or not, that’s NOT just meant to be dirty)
• Frogs. I’m all about frogs right now. They make me smile like you wouldn’t believe. I dont think I’ve ever been attached to a certain animal before but I am now. I’m looking for one that turns into a Prince.
• Good smells. There is just something about good smells that make me happy.
• You. All of you. Your kind words and friendships have meant so much to me. You get me through some dark times. You bail me out when I am in desperate need of help. You make me laugh and smile and gasp in so many good ways. Thank you. Thank you for being such a simple pleasure in my life.

You should do this. Really. Go to Red Lotus Mama’s and leave your link here. Oh and share some of your own if you dont want to blog about it!

November 3, 2008 by Miss

If I had my own world
I’d love it for all that’s inside it
There’d be no more wars, death or riots
There’d be no more police, packed parking lots,
Guns, bombs sounding off

November 4th marks an epic day in the history of our country. I cannot remember an election that has meant more to me personally than this one. I feel that our country is in such a rut, that any change will be good for us.

I don’t talk about politics here. I’m voting for Obama which, given my personality, I would assume would have been obvious. I have my reasons, as does every person who will be visiting the polls tomorrow does. I don’t think I need to get into them here and I’m just far too busy to start a war with any Rebulicans right now. I’m not all hatin’ on McCain supporters and I’m not in the business of changing anyone’s mind. I mean, its too late for that now. I just hope that when you do go vote tomorrow, you believe 100% that your choice is the right one. That’s enough for me.

I believe in Obama. I believe that he can help this country in ways we cant even imagine yet. I’m very hopeful for change, hopeful for a better time. I have to be. This life is not just about me anymore. My son deserves a better country than what we have now. I cant give him that. But I can help us get there by voting.

If I had my own world
I’d show you the life that’s inside it
The way that it glows when you find it
The way it survives with it’s families,
Friends or it’s enemies

Let me feel you, carry you higher
Watch our words spread hope like fire
Secret crowds rise up and gather
Hear your voices sing back louder

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*This song to me describes the hope that Obama gives me. I hope you enjoy it. And happy voting!

August 21, 2008 by Miss

I don’t cook often, but when I do, I take pictures of it.

On the Menu: Drumsticks and Mac and Cheese (I’m all about nutrition here)

Getting started:

Kid’s got his juice, and mommy has hers.

The chicken needs to be baked with something on it right? *shrug*

I’ll just melt this butter here…. what about spices?

I dont know what any of these are. Can you tell they aren’t used in this house?

Melted butter and Lawry’s Seasoning Salt. Shit goes with everything.

Pour mixture on chicken.

Do not ask me why that bottom drumstick looks like it has a vagina on it. A really awful vagina. Vagina chicken.

Cook. 30 minutes @ 400 degrees. 30 minutes? Nice…

Break time!

Yes, I was lighting my smokes with that.

Break time is over (boo) and its time to make the box Mac N Cheese.

I cant make this stuff with my eyes closed.

Chicken time!

Oh yea, I made that potholder. Potholder WIN.

Should we use these to eat? Authentic WIN.

Presentation:

JD? Goood.
Mac N Cheese? Goooood.
Chicken? Is it supposed to be pink inside?

And this has been… cooking with Miss.

I don’t know what happened. Usually I can cook chicken. I guess that if you don’t cook for a while, it shows. Jim, ZJ… sorry if I made you guys cry a little bit. I told you both that I suck at cooking.