Friday, March 30, 2012

Celine

Today is Celine Dion's birthday. 
In case you haven't figured it out... I love her. 
We made the trek to Vegas last summer to see her and that was one of the better decisions I've made in my life.
I understand it's a random obsession but I've discovered many of my friends with the same adoration for her. 


A month or so ago I had control of the music in the car with Jason and naturally I picked Celine and as I tried to explain my love for her I'm pretty sure I was near tears. And I'm pretty sure Jason was wondering what the heck he was doing with this psycho who was obsessed with Celine Dion. Oh well, I'm proud of the fact that I cried for the first 15 minutes of her concert . 

Happy Birthday Celine! 
Celine on Oprah
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It's also National Cleavage Day. But that's a whole other story. 

Thursday, March 29, 2012

March Madness

Surprise, surprise- I'm feeling sentimental about where I was a year ago.
Our March Madness consisted of a month of crazy travels. We hit Paris, Wales, Ireland, Belgium, Northern France and Portugal all in one month. Time of my life. So indulge me as I reminisce March 2011:





But this year....
March Madness consists of lots of basketball, buffalo wild wings, a mound of papers to grade, Jason's birthday, spring weather that prompts me to purchase a lot of Sonic drinks during happy hour, 3 class presentations (all in a week), Hunger Games- finished the book 10 mins before leaving for the movie (jackpot.), and all the seasons of Prison Break. 

... and I don't have pictures of a single thing. FAIL

I should also brag that I've made dinner for Jason and I twice this week. It's a new record. I have one well fed boy on my hands. I'm so domestic.
(insert sarcastic eye roll here)

Bring it on April! Maybe I'll take some pictures to prove I have a life. 

Sunday, March 18, 2012

St Patty's

 Last year we were galavanting around Dublin on St Patricks Day:
This year I wore green and didn't do too much else to celebrate. And that's okay!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

For My Heather:

This is my friend Heather:
We had a rough first day in Ireland last year, she's usually pretty happy. This was right before our meltdown on a street corner. oh what a mess we were.

Anyway, this is the text I got from Heather this weekend:

She also threatened me on her blog. So fine. Here you go Heather. I'll be mimicking Amanda's version of Tagged

The Rules:
- Post these rules
-Post a photo and eleven random things about yourself
-Answer the questions provided by the one who tagged you
-Contact those you chose and let them know they've been tagged (for those of you who will follow exactly, I will not be tagging.)


  1. Jason and I have a new addiction of Prison Break. I had a dream last night that I got framed for a crime and subsequently got arrested. We may have to dial it down a little bit to avoid more nightmares.
  2. I am a picky eater but have tried numerous new things lately. I'm secretly really surprised and proud of myself for it. 
  3. Pinterest inspires me to become a master baker and cook but I have yet to put it into action. I don't see it happening anytime soon either.
  4. I am a planner. I lack spontaneity in my life and I'm mostly okay with that. Except for when I feel supremely lost when I leave my day planner at home, I could do without that feeling.
  5. Cinderella is easily my favorite disney princess. So much so that when I was little I forced my dad to play my prince charming over and over again. Thanks for being my prince dad. 
  6. The Biggest Loser gets me every time. Thankfully I've gotten the tearing up during the transformation moment under control.
  7. A pet peeve I have is when people put their coats on the backs of their chairs and it is in my way.  Silly, I know.
  8. My hair is constantly shedding in massive amounts. Like so much so that I'm surprised I still have as much hair as I do on my head. Jason is constantly finding it on his clothes, sorry!
  9. Sometimes I miss London so much I could cry. But I don't. 
  10. I'm horrible at keeping in touch with my friends. Unfortunately if you aren't near me- I'm terrible. Please be patient with me everyone, I still love you.
  11. My journal is my most precious item at the moment. It contains my life from London to now, what a roller coaster it's been. Let. Me. Tell. You. I will treasure that thing I am certain.
Now to answer Heather's Questions:
1. What's your favorite movie?
I hate this question. I just love movies but I do love 27 Dresses, You've Got Mail and My Best Friend's Wedding.
2. Most Embarrassing Moment?
Once I not so discreetly pointed out some inappropriately shaped chocolates in Belgium to Julie. Oh and Professor Dursteler caught me and probably would still make fun of me for my immaturity.
3. First Impression of Heather?
FIRST impression? I just don't know! When I think of Heather I think of her "Official Adult" homemade t-shirt, wild hair, sleeping in my bed probably dreaming of Justin Bieber. The girl is so funny and entertaining- always a good time and friends with everyone.
4. What's your favorite holiday?
Christmas but more specifically Christmas Eve. Traditions, friends, family, food and pj's.What's not to love?
5. Favorite day of the week?
Friday. It just feels so good to finally reach the weekend.
6. Least favorite chore?
Walking the dog. Who wants to pick up his poop? Noooooot me.
7. Favorite book?
Another question I hate. Rather than picking one specific book I will choose a genre- memoirs. 
8. First crush?
Billy Nixon. I'm pretty sure our parents are still plotting our eventual union. He was Aladdin for Halloween and I was Cinderella- he was sorely disappointed I didn't choose to be Jasmine. 
9. Must do before you die?
I just want to travel and see beautiful places and eat fabulous food. The feeling of exploring a new place is just an indescribably amazing experience. Living in London forever changed me in that way- it just created this "travel bug".
10. Favorite vacation spot?
Either New York City for the hustle and bustle of shopping and eating or our beach house in the Outer Banks.
11. Something you can't live without?
In a literal sense? My contacts. I am not one of those people who can pull off the glasses look but I am blind. Thank youuuuu contacts. I'll love you until I get laser eye surgery and never have use of you again!

For those wanting to participate, here are your questions:
1. What is your all-time favorite meal?
2. What is one of your guilty pleasures?
3. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried?
4. What's your favorite childhood memory?
5. Who is someone you admire and why?
6. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
7. Who was your best friend in elementary school?
8. Why did you start a blog?
9. If you won a date with a celebrity, who would you want it to be with?
10. What is one thing you can't live without?
11. What is your favorite article of clothing?

Happy Heather? ;)

Thursday, March 1, 2012

the hairy situation

Since I was a little girl, people have gawked at my hair. I still remember my childhood hairdresser Yooni and her raves over my hair, "your hair so pretty!" I have always threatened with bodily harm if I were to ever color it and have been told that my hair is a hairstylist's dream. 

But if I'm being honest- which is kind of the point of this blog- I didn't like my blonder than blonde hair until I was like a senior in high school. It was too blonde and I wanted to have beautiful strawberry blonde hair. I toyed with the idea of "lowlights" but was always too chicken. 

Now that I love the color, I'm super particular about the cut. I love when my hair is long long long. If it is cut near my shoulder- no way. I cut it before I went to London and hated it until I got home and it finally grew out.
crazy face and hair in Oxford
But here's the dilemma- when my hair finally reaches the desired length, I'm due for a hair cut and I have to start the cycle all over again! I go to get a "trim" where I want "just one inch off" and I end up with a shoulder length hair do. Come ON.

My hair is nearing that point where I need a "trim" and I'm scared.
Please don't take away my hair...


And to give you a good grin on the topic of my hair- I get these curls when I'm at the pool or especially the beach. My dad sure gets a kick out of them. And I obviously hate them. But they're pretty classy. 

Check out them curls (also, i'm not naked. promise.)

I also can't talk hair without putting up this picture of Heather and I. She is the queen of crazy hair and we love her for it.