A little over a week ago I learned of someone reading my blog and that they thoroughly enjoyed it.
I was touched by it. I can't see who reads my posts let alone know how people react to them. It makes me happy though knowing that others have enjoyed what I shared. And while this was such a nice compliment to me, I felt bad at the same time.
I haven't written much, despite how much I enjoy doing this. I do, truly, enjoy writing posts. There seem to be some hiccups though that have kept me from writing.
Sometimes I just draw a blank. I can't think of anything to say.
Sometimes I don't think others will relate to a topic or care to read about it.
Or the topic is too controversial. I'm not trying to start a war on here.
I need to be better about it all.
I need to not make assumptions of how people will react and instead just write. Take the thoughts rolling around in my head and put them to paper (or in this case the computer). It's when I do this that I tend to get the best reactions from people. And when there isn't much going on upstairs, look for things to write about it that cause me to think and come up with something.
I make a vow to hopefully be better at this blog. To dedicate more time to it since it does bring me joy. I hope to be more carefree and open.
I'll give an update tomorrow with a more filling blog post.
Till tomorrow!
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Monday, February 29, 2016
Goodbye College
Last night, at 10:10pm, I submitted my final college assignment. I'm not talking in the sense of I've completed this semester and will be back at it next semester. No, I mean I'm DONE. I have officially completed college and will graduate in May.
It was extremely odd to sign on my computer this morning and not have to log in to see what assignments were going to be due this week or what chapters I have to read. This class I just finished was the hardest I've had and it really tested whether I deserved my degree. It's one thing to take classes and pass them. It's another to take everything you've learned and apply it. That was what I had to do for this class. I had to take all my knowledge from my IT classes and apply it to a company (thanks Uncle Will). I'm proud knowing I rocked this class and that I can actually do everything I've learned. It's surreal to know that the end is here.
This is something that has been a long time coming. For those that don't know, I didn't take the usual 4 year route. This journey started back in 2009 and it's been a roller coaster. There was a time when I wasn't sure if I'd actually get to this point. Somehow, someway, everything came together and I did it. It's finally here.
I wouldn't be here though without the help of some very important people. And to those people I'd like to say thanks...
Alex - My girl... You've been there since before day 1. I'll never look at a universal remote the same, let alone a pink one. If I didn't have you by my side, I have no idea how I could have done all this. You've seen the crazy ups and downs college can put a person through and you've always supported me. Who knew that a random roommate pairing Freshman year would end up changing our lives forever. From a million whiteboards, to the Chinese delivery man knowing us personally, Harry E, concerts, cries, laughs, french fries, Gilmore Girls, Rosanne, Everybody Loves Raymond, Grottos, DP dancing, to so much more. It's no wonder you're my maid of honor and sister.
Josh - You've seen me want to throw in the towel out of frustration so many times. Your motivation and support has meant a lot. Those nights where I'm ready to throw my computer across the room in frustration and you continuously cheer me on. You're always telling me that "I've got this" and reminding me that I'm almost done. You continue to push me as I look for a full time job. Reminding me not to settle and to go after what I want and what I deserve. I love you and I'm so grateful to have you by my side.
My Family - I always appreciated everyone asking how school was going and telling me congratulations when I shared a good grade or semester. You all have always been there and supported me. Thanks!
Mom & Dad - Wow, where do I even begin. Nothing I can say here will truly express how grateful and thankful I am for you two and the continued support you've given me. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you two. You both always instilled in me the importance of school from a young age. You've always pushed me to strive towards things I didn't think I was capable of doing. You saw my nervousness of trying something new freshman year. You watched me barely stay above water when Sophomore year was complete crap and I had to move back home. Instead of thinking I was just looking for a way out of school, you trusted me when I said I needed to take a semester off and get tested for ADD. You've been patient and supportive. I didn't take the usual route and you both have never complained about that. You've always known that I could do this and you had no problem reminding me. You've allowed me to vent when teachers have been pricks or I worked my butt off and didn't get the grade I thought I deserved. Dad always knew when to bring me ice cream because he wouldn't see me for hours because I'd be up to my neck in a huge paper. You both always ask what I'm learning about and show interest, even if you don't always understand what I'm saying. You both get a sparkle in your eye and a huge smile every time I tell you I got a good grade on an assignment, test or in a class. Seeing how proud you were of me when I eased my way back into school and succeeded. That I've continued to succeed. Knowing I've made you both proud has been the biggest motivation. Most of the time, it's the only motivation I need. Making you two proud is all I've wanted to do. When I walk across that stage and receive my diploma, it'll be just as much for you two as it is for me. I guess that will be my way of saying thank you.
So where do I go from here? Many are curious if I'll go for my Masters. Unless the money becomes available for it, it isn't going to happen.
Now, it's time to plan our wedding!!! :)
It was extremely odd to sign on my computer this morning and not have to log in to see what assignments were going to be due this week or what chapters I have to read. This class I just finished was the hardest I've had and it really tested whether I deserved my degree. It's one thing to take classes and pass them. It's another to take everything you've learned and apply it. That was what I had to do for this class. I had to take all my knowledge from my IT classes and apply it to a company (thanks Uncle Will). I'm proud knowing I rocked this class and that I can actually do everything I've learned. It's surreal to know that the end is here.
This is something that has been a long time coming. For those that don't know, I didn't take the usual 4 year route. This journey started back in 2009 and it's been a roller coaster. There was a time when I wasn't sure if I'd actually get to this point. Somehow, someway, everything came together and I did it. It's finally here.
I wouldn't be here though without the help of some very important people. And to those people I'd like to say thanks...
Alex - My girl... You've been there since before day 1. I'll never look at a universal remote the same, let alone a pink one. If I didn't have you by my side, I have no idea how I could have done all this. You've seen the crazy ups and downs college can put a person through and you've always supported me. Who knew that a random roommate pairing Freshman year would end up changing our lives forever. From a million whiteboards, to the Chinese delivery man knowing us personally, Harry E, concerts, cries, laughs, french fries, Gilmore Girls, Rosanne, Everybody Loves Raymond, Grottos, DP dancing, to so much more. It's no wonder you're my maid of honor and sister.
Josh - You've seen me want to throw in the towel out of frustration so many times. Your motivation and support has meant a lot. Those nights where I'm ready to throw my computer across the room in frustration and you continuously cheer me on. You're always telling me that "I've got this" and reminding me that I'm almost done. You continue to push me as I look for a full time job. Reminding me not to settle and to go after what I want and what I deserve. I love you and I'm so grateful to have you by my side.
My Family - I always appreciated everyone asking how school was going and telling me congratulations when I shared a good grade or semester. You all have always been there and supported me. Thanks!
Mom & Dad - Wow, where do I even begin. Nothing I can say here will truly express how grateful and thankful I am for you two and the continued support you've given me. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you two. You both always instilled in me the importance of school from a young age. You've always pushed me to strive towards things I didn't think I was capable of doing. You saw my nervousness of trying something new freshman year. You watched me barely stay above water when Sophomore year was complete crap and I had to move back home. Instead of thinking I was just looking for a way out of school, you trusted me when I said I needed to take a semester off and get tested for ADD. You've been patient and supportive. I didn't take the usual route and you both have never complained about that. You've always known that I could do this and you had no problem reminding me. You've allowed me to vent when teachers have been pricks or I worked my butt off and didn't get the grade I thought I deserved. Dad always knew when to bring me ice cream because he wouldn't see me for hours because I'd be up to my neck in a huge paper. You both always ask what I'm learning about and show interest, even if you don't always understand what I'm saying. You both get a sparkle in your eye and a huge smile every time I tell you I got a good grade on an assignment, test or in a class. Seeing how proud you were of me when I eased my way back into school and succeeded. That I've continued to succeed. Knowing I've made you both proud has been the biggest motivation. Most of the time, it's the only motivation I need. Making you two proud is all I've wanted to do. When I walk across that stage and receive my diploma, it'll be just as much for you two as it is for me. I guess that will be my way of saying thank you.
So where do I go from here? Many are curious if I'll go for my Masters. Unless the money becomes available for it, it isn't going to happen.
Now, it's time to plan our wedding!!! :)
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Twists & Turns
Wow, it's been a while since I've written. I guess that's what happens when you're so busy with life. The last 2-3 months have been crazy but not as crazy as the last week.
You know those times in life where you wonder if you can really take anything else being added to your plate? We've all said, "I can't deal with another one of these" or "There's no way I can handle another project". There's tons of scenarios. And then someway, somehow, that something else gets added to your plate.
It always ends up feeling like a test to me. A test of my strength and ability to persevere.
When that "straw that breaks the camel's back" happens, the gut reaction is to stress and over think things. Maybe I'm the only one like that. It never seems to fail tho. I can tell myself numerous times "Don't Stress" when that bomb gets dropped and I usually just end up stressing more.
Every scenario starts playing in your head. You try and imagine every possible thing that could happen next and create a game-plan for each one. Don't ask me why this ends up happening, I can't explain it. I think people take comfort in the idea that if they think of every possibility first, whatever ends up happening next can't surprise them because they'll have already thought of it.
It's one thing to be worried or concerned. It's another to over think.
Over thinking just leads to a mess. Your head isn't in the best state to think rationally. You become irritable. You're already emotional. Small tasks start feeling like large tasks. It all adds up and turns into a ball of yuck. Before ya know it, your bad attitude starts rubbing off on other people which leads to arguments and frustration. I said it was a mess, remember?
We have to learn to step on the brake and stop the downward spiral. Track records show the normal process of stressing doesn't do any good, so it's time we change that habit. Over thinking won't change whatever happens next, it's likely going to happen either way. Life will always throw us twists and turns, we just have to take them one step at a time.
Save the emotional energy to plan and tackle the actual facts, not the what-ifs. Keeping your emotions in check will actually allow you to clearly think things through when the time comes. Continue to believe in the things you know to be real and important. Focus on those things until something can actually be done.
If you did get sucked into the do not enter zone called over thinking, it's okay, we've all done it. Take the time to reflect over the last few days or however long. Things probably haven't been going the way you thought and you may have even said some things you didn't mean or didn't think through. (I told you it's hard to think rationally during all this) Apologize to those you may have hurt or offended. Try to relax and face what's ahead in a better way.
Maybe this will help you the next time a situation like this comes up. Maybe you're in a situation like this right now. Either way, stop being a worry wart.
Till next time!
You know those times in life where you wonder if you can really take anything else being added to your plate? We've all said, "I can't deal with another one of these" or "There's no way I can handle another project". There's tons of scenarios. And then someway, somehow, that something else gets added to your plate.
It always ends up feeling like a test to me. A test of my strength and ability to persevere.
When that "straw that breaks the camel's back" happens, the gut reaction is to stress and over think things. Maybe I'm the only one like that. It never seems to fail tho. I can tell myself numerous times "Don't Stress" when that bomb gets dropped and I usually just end up stressing more.
Every scenario starts playing in your head. You try and imagine every possible thing that could happen next and create a game-plan for each one. Don't ask me why this ends up happening, I can't explain it. I think people take comfort in the idea that if they think of every possibility first, whatever ends up happening next can't surprise them because they'll have already thought of it.
It's one thing to be worried or concerned. It's another to over think.
Over thinking just leads to a mess. Your head isn't in the best state to think rationally. You become irritable. You're already emotional. Small tasks start feeling like large tasks. It all adds up and turns into a ball of yuck. Before ya know it, your bad attitude starts rubbing off on other people which leads to arguments and frustration. I said it was a mess, remember?
We have to learn to step on the brake and stop the downward spiral. Track records show the normal process of stressing doesn't do any good, so it's time we change that habit. Over thinking won't change whatever happens next, it's likely going to happen either way. Life will always throw us twists and turns, we just have to take them one step at a time.
Save the emotional energy to plan and tackle the actual facts, not the what-ifs. Keeping your emotions in check will actually allow you to clearly think things through when the time comes. Continue to believe in the things you know to be real and important. Focus on those things until something can actually be done.
If you did get sucked into the do not enter zone called over thinking, it's okay, we've all done it. Take the time to reflect over the last few days or however long. Things probably haven't been going the way you thought and you may have even said some things you didn't mean or didn't think through. (I told you it's hard to think rationally during all this) Apologize to those you may have hurt or offended. Try to relax and face what's ahead in a better way.
Maybe this will help you the next time a situation like this comes up. Maybe you're in a situation like this right now. Either way, stop being a worry wart.
Till next time!
Monday, January 4, 2016
2016
Let me start off by wishing everyone a Happy New Year!
Yes, I know it's already January 4th, but better late than never, right?
A new year is an exciting thing. Many see it as a fresh start. For me, it makes me reflect more on the year that just ended versus the one that is starting. 2015 was a great year for me. The list is so long I can't even put it all here. So many changes, lots of love, happiness & things that are just downright good. There were even things that didn't involve change. Sometimes consistency can be just as rewarding.
People seem to always associate a new year with major changes. You all know what I'm talking about...new year's resolutions.
I've seen it all over social media the last few days...."New Year, New Me".
Really?!?!
We all know how new year's resolutions really end up... You make this list of everything you're going to change and do differently this year but in about a month you've probably already forgotten about that list. I'm not trying to be rude but I'm almost certain statistics on the subject would agree with my statement.
Don't get me wrong...I'm all for changes and wanting to make improvements in yourself, but why does that only have to take place at the start of a new year? What makes that day any better than today or tomorrow?
You should want to improve yourself every day. We are given every day to wake up and make the best of what's in front of us. Sure, it's a new year. But guess what, today is a new day and tomorrow will be too. Same concept, you just don't have to wait 365 days to get to it.
Make your goals realistic and attainable. Start small and work up to larger goals if you need to. Often we set ourselves up for failure at the very beginning by being too vague in what it is we want to accomplish or we pile too much on our task list. Remember that there are only so many hours in a day.
I hope you make the best of the year that's ahead of us. More importantly, I hope you make the best of every day. Of course I have things I'll be working on this year. This isn't a "don't have goals" post. Most of my goals are to continue ones I'm already fulfilling or taking the next step on goals I've been working on. I don't need to start from square one to feel I've accomplished something this year. As long as I'm progressing, happy, and healthy, I'll know I'm moving in the right direction.
I wish the same for you! :)
Yes, I know it's already January 4th, but better late than never, right?
A new year is an exciting thing. Many see it as a fresh start. For me, it makes me reflect more on the year that just ended versus the one that is starting. 2015 was a great year for me. The list is so long I can't even put it all here. So many changes, lots of love, happiness & things that are just downright good. There were even things that didn't involve change. Sometimes consistency can be just as rewarding.
People seem to always associate a new year with major changes. You all know what I'm talking about...new year's resolutions.
I've seen it all over social media the last few days...."New Year, New Me".
Really?!?!
We all know how new year's resolutions really end up... You make this list of everything you're going to change and do differently this year but in about a month you've probably already forgotten about that list. I'm not trying to be rude but I'm almost certain statistics on the subject would agree with my statement.
Don't get me wrong...I'm all for changes and wanting to make improvements in yourself, but why does that only have to take place at the start of a new year? What makes that day any better than today or tomorrow?
You should want to improve yourself every day. We are given every day to wake up and make the best of what's in front of us. Sure, it's a new year. But guess what, today is a new day and tomorrow will be too. Same concept, you just don't have to wait 365 days to get to it.
Make your goals realistic and attainable. Start small and work up to larger goals if you need to. Often we set ourselves up for failure at the very beginning by being too vague in what it is we want to accomplish or we pile too much on our task list. Remember that there are only so many hours in a day.
I hope you make the best of the year that's ahead of us. More importantly, I hope you make the best of every day. Of course I have things I'll be working on this year. This isn't a "don't have goals" post. Most of my goals are to continue ones I'm already fulfilling or taking the next step on goals I've been working on. I don't need to start from square one to feel I've accomplished something this year. As long as I'm progressing, happy, and healthy, I'll know I'm moving in the right direction.
I wish the same for you! :)
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Doubt
Why is doubt such a profound thing in most lives?
Why do we think we aren't good enough? Or smart enough? Or capable? Why do we always feel the need to compare ourselves to others? Why do we look at them and automatically assume that they're better than us, that their life is 100% perfect? Why is judgment something that is so easily given?
Over the last few weeks, doubt is something that continually became more and more present in my thinking. I don't think there's a single answer for why. Often there are multiple triggers that start the ball rolling and I think that's what ended up happening. It often turns into the snowball effect. Something small gets planted and then something else gets added to it, and before you know it, you're overwhelmed by something ginormous.
I'm not saying I'm a "debbie downer". In fact, I'm usually a very happy person.
But every once in a while, I fall into one these funks. The kind of funk where you're your biggest critic.
And I can't be the only one who goes through this. I'm human. I'm not perfect. But the society we live in often tells us that perfect is the only acceptable thing to be.
I'm writing this today because everyone deserves to be reminded that they are good enough and that they don't need to compare themselves to anyone. You don't have to be perfect.
(And no, I'm not asking for personal praise here)
Everyone is on their own journey. They each started at a different time and they will each progress at different rates. Just because you're not at the same point as someone else, doesn't mean you shouldn't be excited about your own progress.
Here's a great example...that girl has abs and you don't. What you don't know is that that girl has been working for those abs for 2 years where you've only been working towards them for a few weeks or 6 months. Why not give yourself a round of applause for accomplishing those few weeks or 6 months? It's more impressive than you're giving yourself credit for.
When we tell ourselves that we can't do it before we even try, we're automatically setting ourselves up for failure. This saying says it all...
Most of the things we "wish we had" or admire in others, are things that we can have too...as long as we're willing to work for them. By taking the time to work for them, we're telling ourselves we can!
Here's a personal example regarding this. In the last few weeks, I've really questioned my decision to become a Beachbody coach. I've seen so many other coaches soar lately and it just hasn't happened for me. I started wondering if it'd ever happen for me. But then I realized something...I wasn't doing everything I could to make it soar. I had to remember why I made the decision to become a coach in the first place. And now that I remember my why, I'm ready to work my butt off to achieve the goals I have.
A friend has recently started her fitness journey and I'm so proud of her. She started off small with the things she knew and she committed to it. As she's becoming more comfortable and confident, I see her commitment intensifying. She even joined me for a workout this past week and totally kicked butt! Her enthusiasm motivates me! She's working hard for the things she wants.
Let's look at a few more...
You wish you had that girl's wardrobe... Ok, so work hard, save up the money and then purchase a few of the items you just can't live without.
You wish you knew how to style your hair like all the other girls... Look up YouTube videos with tutorials and keep practicing the styles you like. Someone else has done the hard work for you, you just have to keep practicing. You'll eventually get it.
The list can truly go on and on here people!
Everyone deserves to be happy, both in life and about themselves.
It's time to stop the "what-ifs" and the "I wish I could". It's time to turn them into "it happened" and "I did it".
Embrace who you are. Take the time to better who you are as a person. Find your passion and go after it. Put in the work. Get back up and push through after every time you're knocked down.
I hope anyone that reads this has a little extra pep in their step now. Don't be afraid to go after your goals. Know that you'll always have me cheering you on and believing in you!
Why do we think we aren't good enough? Or smart enough? Or capable? Why do we always feel the need to compare ourselves to others? Why do we look at them and automatically assume that they're better than us, that their life is 100% perfect? Why is judgment something that is so easily given?
Over the last few weeks, doubt is something that continually became more and more present in my thinking. I don't think there's a single answer for why. Often there are multiple triggers that start the ball rolling and I think that's what ended up happening. It often turns into the snowball effect. Something small gets planted and then something else gets added to it, and before you know it, you're overwhelmed by something ginormous.
I'm not saying I'm a "debbie downer". In fact, I'm usually a very happy person.
But every once in a while, I fall into one these funks. The kind of funk where you're your biggest critic.
And I can't be the only one who goes through this. I'm human. I'm not perfect. But the society we live in often tells us that perfect is the only acceptable thing to be.
I'm writing this today because everyone deserves to be reminded that they are good enough and that they don't need to compare themselves to anyone. You don't have to be perfect.
(And no, I'm not asking for personal praise here)
Everyone is on their own journey. They each started at a different time and they will each progress at different rates. Just because you're not at the same point as someone else, doesn't mean you shouldn't be excited about your own progress.
Every time you reach a milestone that you've set for yourself, no matter how big or small, it should be celebrated. If you keep reaching goals and don't ever stop to harvest the crops that you've grown, you're going to work yourself into the ground because you'll be too busy creating a living to actually live your life. - Chalene Johnson
Here's a great example...that girl has abs and you don't. What you don't know is that that girl has been working for those abs for 2 years where you've only been working towards them for a few weeks or 6 months. Why not give yourself a round of applause for accomplishing those few weeks or 6 months? It's more impressive than you're giving yourself credit for.
When we tell ourselves that we can't do it before we even try, we're automatically setting ourselves up for failure. This saying says it all...
Most of the things we "wish we had" or admire in others, are things that we can have too...as long as we're willing to work for them. By taking the time to work for them, we're telling ourselves we can!
Here's a personal example regarding this. In the last few weeks, I've really questioned my decision to become a Beachbody coach. I've seen so many other coaches soar lately and it just hasn't happened for me. I started wondering if it'd ever happen for me. But then I realized something...I wasn't doing everything I could to make it soar. I had to remember why I made the decision to become a coach in the first place. And now that I remember my why, I'm ready to work my butt off to achieve the goals I have.
A friend has recently started her fitness journey and I'm so proud of her. She started off small with the things she knew and she committed to it. As she's becoming more comfortable and confident, I see her commitment intensifying. She even joined me for a workout this past week and totally kicked butt! Her enthusiasm motivates me! She's working hard for the things she wants.
Let's look at a few more...
You wish you had that girl's wardrobe... Ok, so work hard, save up the money and then purchase a few of the items you just can't live without.
You wish you knew how to style your hair like all the other girls... Look up YouTube videos with tutorials and keep practicing the styles you like. Someone else has done the hard work for you, you just have to keep practicing. You'll eventually get it.
The list can truly go on and on here people!
Everyone deserves to be happy, both in life and about themselves.
It's time to stop the "what-ifs" and the "I wish I could". It's time to turn them into "it happened" and "I did it".
Embrace who you are. Take the time to better who you are as a person. Find your passion and go after it. Put in the work. Get back up and push through after every time you're knocked down.
I hope anyone that reads this has a little extra pep in their step now. Don't be afraid to go after your goals. Know that you'll always have me cheering you on and believing in you!
Monday, August 10, 2015
Boston
Oh how this city has a newfound place in my heart.
If you don't follow me on Facebook, then you aren't aware that the first weekend in August, Josh and I traveled to Boston!
For Christmas he'd told me we'd be visiting Boston at the end of this summer so that I could attend Patriots training camp. I'm a die-hard Patriots fan so I was ecstatic. The beginning of July, training camp dates were released, so we booked our hotel.
We woke up at 5am Friday morning and were on the road by 6.
It didn't seem like it took 6 hours but at about noon we arrived in Hingham, MA. We decided that we'd take a little detour and visit Wahlburgers on our way up. If you haven't heard of Wahlburgers, here's a little background. Mark Wahlberg, Donnie Wahlberg, ever heard of them? Yeah, well they have a brother, Paul, who is a chef. The three of them started this restaurant and even have a TV show about it. (Now back to the regularly scheduled program, my trip.) The restaurant was close to the water front and despite the popularity we didn't have that long of a wait. We sat at the bar and each ordered an "Our Burger" with a side of fries and onion rings. The atmosphere of the place was fun. The food was phenomenal. Paul is there every day but was across the street while we were there. I did, however, get to meet Mama Wahlberg (Alma)! Such a sweet lady and you could see the joy she gets by seeing so many people enjoy her family's place. She was more than happy to take pictures with anyone that wanted.
After Wahlburgers, we headed to check in to our hotel. After weaving our way down side streets, avoiding potholes, people in the street and taxis, we pulled up to a beautiful building, the Omni Parker House Hotel. If you haven't heard of this hotel before, it's absolutely amazing. I was so glad we found an amazing deal to be able to stay here. The history and design of the place intrigued both of us. Founded by Harvey D. Parker in 1855, the Omni Parker House is the oldest of Boston's elegant inns and the longest continuously operating hotel in the United States. The hotel was home to the Saturday Club, which met on the third Saturday of every month except in summer. It included literary luminaries such as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., and John Lothrop Motley. Charles Dickens resided in the Parker House for five months in 1867-68 in his own apartments and first recited and performed "A Christmas Carol" at the Saturday Club at the Parker House. Generations of local and national politicians - including Ulysses S. Grant, James Michael Curley, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, John F. Kennedy, Colin Powell, William Jefferson Clinton, and Deval Patrick - assembled for private meetings, press conferences, and power breakfasts. JFK actually proposed to Jackie in the hotel's restaurant and later had his bachelor party there. The Omni Parker House kitchen is also one that's made history books. Their bakers and cooks invented the famed Parker House Roll and perfected the Boston Cream Pie. Their kitchen and wait-staff has included greats like Emeril Lagasse, Malcolm X, and Ho Chi Minh.
Friday afternoon and evening we spent exploring. We visited the first few stops of the Freedom Trail and then made our way to the Seaport World Trade Center. We didn't realize it until we got to Boston, but Comic Con was happening. We're both geeks at heart so it was cool to see all things comic book. Friday night we made our way to a pub right down the street from our hotel called Beantown Pub. We fell in love with the place. During dinner we overheard one of the bartenders explain that this was the only place in the world where you could drink a cold Sam Adams while looking at a cold Sam Adams (he's buried in a cemetery across the street). Of course we ordered a Sam Adams right after we heard this. The staff was awesome and treated us like we were locals that came in regularly. We met an awesome guy named Sean who we hung out with the remainder of the evening. The place was so great and we had so much fun that we returned there Saturday night too (I'll get to that later).
Saturday morning we allowed ourselves to sleep in (a little) and then grabbed a quick breakfast and started our trek to Foxborough, MA, home of Gillette Stadium and the New England Patriots. I could not stop freaking out as we arrived. I couldn't get over how big it was and the fact that I was there. Despite controversies, scandals, and suspensions, this is my team. To actually be there and see these players, in-person, and have Tom Brady be five feet away from me at one point, it was awesome. I did some shopping and got some shirts to remember the occasion, after all this was the whole point of going to Boston (or so I thought. I'll explain I promise). It was such an amazing gift from Josh. I could not stop saying thank you the entire time. And for being an Eagles fan, he did really well with not making too much fun of the Patriots while we were there.
Once we arrived back to the hotel we figured it'd be smart to make a game plan for the rest of the night. We knew there was still a lot we wanted to see of the city so we scheduled a Trolley tour. These things were awesome. You bought your ticket for the day and it had a total of 20 stops. You didn't have to continually ride, you could get off and on at any of the stops. We were able to see so much in such a short amount of time. It was cheaper than a taxi, wasn't as tiring as walking, and we even got to hear great narratives and facts of the things we passed. We saw MIT, Cheers, Fenway Park, the Observation Deck at the Prudential Building, Berklee College of Music, and so much more. We exited the tour for the evening at Stop 1, which was right by the aquarium and the Boston Harbor Cruises. Through the Boston Harbor Cruises, we'd signed up to take a sunset cruise. At 6:30 we boarded the boat and at 7 we were off. It was such an informational ride with such great views. We truly hadn't realized how much of Boston is man-made until we saw it from the water. The sunset was gorgeous over the city. We even got to ride by the naval yard at sunset for taps and a cannon firing. It was a relaxing and enjoyable ride. I was able to capture tons of photos too.
We arrived back at the pier at the end of our sunset tour and Josh suggested we walk to the end to get a few more pictures before heading to dinner. I wasn't complaining at all. Photography is one of my hobbies and I always enjoy getting more pictures of the two of us. There was a great spot at the end of the pier right under the flag pole that had a spotlight. It was just enough light to be seen without ruining the city lit up behind us. Josh didn't want us to do selfies so luckily we found a kind lady who was willing to take them. She got a few regular shots of us and then Josh turned to face me. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was in complete shock. People want to know if I had any idea it was going to happen and the answer is simply no. I truly thought it was just my Christmas trip, I had no idea he had had all this planned too. Tears started running down my face the moment I saw him drop to one knee. I was speechless. In fact, it wasn't until he stood up after putting the ring on my hand that I'd realized I hadn't said yes. I quickly said yes and could not stop hugging him. I'm so grateful to the lady who took all the pictures. I'm so happy that I have that moment captured. In that moment, my life changed forever. From the moment I met Josh, I knew he was different from everyone else. I could not be more excited to spend forever with him. (I love you handsome!)
We started making our way back to the hotel and I was in freakout mode the entire time. It's that moment where you really can't believe what just took place. I kept staring at my hand and people probably thought I was crazy with the gigantic smile I had on my face. I got to call my best friend and share the news (I think it was a mixture of screaming and crying). I don't think it'd hit me on the pier that I was engaged. Telling someone though made it pretty real. I had a fiance and there was a ring on my hand.
The rest of the night was great. We did dinner at Hard Rock Cafe (we try to visit them in each city we visit). I stared at my hand A LOT. Josh made fun of me for staring at it a lot. We went back to Beantown Pub to celebrate because little did I know, Josh had shared his news the night before. We were welcomed with open arms and free drinks. They made it feel like we were home and celebrating with close friends instead of 6 hours away. Sean (guy we met the night before) was there again and he kept reminding us that last night we were just boyfriend and girlfriend but tonight we were fiances. It was awesome! Josh and I were both exhausted from such a busy day but the adrenaline and excitement of everything kept us out way past midnight.
While I crashed hard when I hit the bed, the excitement later got the best of me. I was wide awake at 7:30am. While Josh soundly slept next to me, I saw the sparkle on my finger and was reminded of everything from the night before. I laid there, thinking of how lucky I am to have found this amazing man. We now have a wedding to plan. We have a future to plan together. He's officially my forever and always.
After breakfast we hit the road home. The General Manager of our hotel even sent us off with a parting and celebratory gift, a miniature Boston Cream Pie. He told us it was an early slice of wedding cake. One thing is for certain, Boston turned out to be so much more than I expected. On its own, it really is a great city and I recommend visiting if you ever have the opportunity. With the memories I now have there, it's probably top of my list. It holds a particularly special place in my heart. It was "wicked awesome" as Josh would say.
Now, we have a wedding to plan!!! :)
If you don't follow me on Facebook, then you aren't aware that the first weekend in August, Josh and I traveled to Boston!
For Christmas he'd told me we'd be visiting Boston at the end of this summer so that I could attend Patriots training camp. I'm a die-hard Patriots fan so I was ecstatic. The beginning of July, training camp dates were released, so we booked our hotel.
We woke up at 5am Friday morning and were on the road by 6.
It didn't seem like it took 6 hours but at about noon we arrived in Hingham, MA. We decided that we'd take a little detour and visit Wahlburgers on our way up. If you haven't heard of Wahlburgers, here's a little background. Mark Wahlberg, Donnie Wahlberg, ever heard of them? Yeah, well they have a brother, Paul, who is a chef. The three of them started this restaurant and even have a TV show about it. (Now back to the regularly scheduled program, my trip.) The restaurant was close to the water front and despite the popularity we didn't have that long of a wait. We sat at the bar and each ordered an "Our Burger" with a side of fries and onion rings. The atmosphere of the place was fun. The food was phenomenal. Paul is there every day but was across the street while we were there. I did, however, get to meet Mama Wahlberg (Alma)! Such a sweet lady and you could see the joy she gets by seeing so many people enjoy her family's place. She was more than happy to take pictures with anyone that wanted.
After Wahlburgers, we headed to check in to our hotel. After weaving our way down side streets, avoiding potholes, people in the street and taxis, we pulled up to a beautiful building, the Omni Parker House Hotel. If you haven't heard of this hotel before, it's absolutely amazing. I was so glad we found an amazing deal to be able to stay here. The history and design of the place intrigued both of us. Founded by Harvey D. Parker in 1855, the Omni Parker House is the oldest of Boston's elegant inns and the longest continuously operating hotel in the United States. The hotel was home to the Saturday Club, which met on the third Saturday of every month except in summer. It included literary luminaries such as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., and John Lothrop Motley. Charles Dickens resided in the Parker House for five months in 1867-68 in his own apartments and first recited and performed "A Christmas Carol" at the Saturday Club at the Parker House. Generations of local and national politicians - including Ulysses S. Grant, James Michael Curley, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, John F. Kennedy, Colin Powell, William Jefferson Clinton, and Deval Patrick - assembled for private meetings, press conferences, and power breakfasts. JFK actually proposed to Jackie in the hotel's restaurant and later had his bachelor party there. The Omni Parker House kitchen is also one that's made history books. Their bakers and cooks invented the famed Parker House Roll and perfected the Boston Cream Pie. Their kitchen and wait-staff has included greats like Emeril Lagasse, Malcolm X, and Ho Chi Minh.
Friday afternoon and evening we spent exploring. We visited the first few stops of the Freedom Trail and then made our way to the Seaport World Trade Center. We didn't realize it until we got to Boston, but Comic Con was happening. We're both geeks at heart so it was cool to see all things comic book. Friday night we made our way to a pub right down the street from our hotel called Beantown Pub. We fell in love with the place. During dinner we overheard one of the bartenders explain that this was the only place in the world where you could drink a cold Sam Adams while looking at a cold Sam Adams (he's buried in a cemetery across the street). Of course we ordered a Sam Adams right after we heard this. The staff was awesome and treated us like we were locals that came in regularly. We met an awesome guy named Sean who we hung out with the remainder of the evening. The place was so great and we had so much fun that we returned there Saturday night too (I'll get to that later).
Saturday morning we allowed ourselves to sleep in (a little) and then grabbed a quick breakfast and started our trek to Foxborough, MA, home of Gillette Stadium and the New England Patriots. I could not stop freaking out as we arrived. I couldn't get over how big it was and the fact that I was there. Despite controversies, scandals, and suspensions, this is my team. To actually be there and see these players, in-person, and have Tom Brady be five feet away from me at one point, it was awesome. I did some shopping and got some shirts to remember the occasion, after all this was the whole point of going to Boston (or so I thought. I'll explain I promise). It was such an amazing gift from Josh. I could not stop saying thank you the entire time. And for being an Eagles fan, he did really well with not making too much fun of the Patriots while we were there.
We arrived back at the pier at the end of our sunset tour and Josh suggested we walk to the end to get a few more pictures before heading to dinner. I wasn't complaining at all. Photography is one of my hobbies and I always enjoy getting more pictures of the two of us. There was a great spot at the end of the pier right under the flag pole that had a spotlight. It was just enough light to be seen without ruining the city lit up behind us. Josh didn't want us to do selfies so luckily we found a kind lady who was willing to take them. She got a few regular shots of us and then Josh turned to face me. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was in complete shock. People want to know if I had any idea it was going to happen and the answer is simply no. I truly thought it was just my Christmas trip, I had no idea he had had all this planned too. Tears started running down my face the moment I saw him drop to one knee. I was speechless. In fact, it wasn't until he stood up after putting the ring on my hand that I'd realized I hadn't said yes. I quickly said yes and could not stop hugging him. I'm so grateful to the lady who took all the pictures. I'm so happy that I have that moment captured. In that moment, my life changed forever. From the moment I met Josh, I knew he was different from everyone else. I could not be more excited to spend forever with him. (I love you handsome!)
(The flagpole which Josh proposed under)
The rest of the night was great. We did dinner at Hard Rock Cafe (we try to visit them in each city we visit). I stared at my hand A LOT. Josh made fun of me for staring at it a lot. We went back to Beantown Pub to celebrate because little did I know, Josh had shared his news the night before. We were welcomed with open arms and free drinks. They made it feel like we were home and celebrating with close friends instead of 6 hours away. Sean (guy we met the night before) was there again and he kept reminding us that last night we were just boyfriend and girlfriend but tonight we were fiances. It was awesome! Josh and I were both exhausted from such a busy day but the adrenaline and excitement of everything kept us out way past midnight.
While I crashed hard when I hit the bed, the excitement later got the best of me. I was wide awake at 7:30am. While Josh soundly slept next to me, I saw the sparkle on my finger and was reminded of everything from the night before. I laid there, thinking of how lucky I am to have found this amazing man. We now have a wedding to plan. We have a future to plan together. He's officially my forever and always.
After breakfast we hit the road home. The General Manager of our hotel even sent us off with a parting and celebratory gift, a miniature Boston Cream Pie. He told us it was an early slice of wedding cake. One thing is for certain, Boston turned out to be so much more than I expected. On its own, it really is a great city and I recommend visiting if you ever have the opportunity. With the memories I now have there, it's probably top of my list. It holds a particularly special place in my heart. It was "wicked awesome" as Josh would say.
Now, we have a wedding to plan!!! :)
Founded
by Harvey D. Parker in 1855, the Omni Parker House is the oldest of
Boston’s elegant inns and the longest continuously operating hotel in
the United States. It was here where the brightest lights of America’s
Golden Age of Literature—writers like Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, and
Longfellow— regularly met for conversation and conviviality in the
legendary nineteenth-century Saturday Club. It was here where baseball
greats like Babe Ruth, Ted Williams, and David Ortiz wined, dined, and
unwound. And it was here, too, where generations of local and national
politicians—including Ulysses S. Grant, James Michael Curley, Franklin
Delano Roosevelt, John F. Kennedy, Colin Powell, Thomas “Tip” O’Neill,
William Jefferson Clinton, and Deval Patrick—assembled for private
meetings, press conferences, and power breakfasts. - See more at:
http://www.omnihotels.com/hotels/boston-parker-house/property-details/history#sthash.HFJePpdf.dpuf
Founded
by Harvey D. Parker in 1855, the Omni Parker House is the oldest of
Boston’s elegant inns and the longest continuously operating hotel in
the United States. It was here where the brightest lights of America’s
Golden Age of Literature—writers like Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, and
Longfellow— regularly met for conversation and conviviality in the
legendary nineteenth-century Saturday Club. It was here where baseball
greats like Babe Ruth, Ted Williams, and David Ortiz wined, dined, and
unwound. And it was here, too, where generations of local and national
politicians—including Ulysses S. Grant, James Michael Curley, Franklin
Delano Roosevelt, John F. Kennedy, Colin Powell, Thomas “Tip” O’Neill,
William Jefferson Clinton, and Deval Patrick—assembled for private
meetings, press conferences, and power breakfasts. - See more at:
http://www.omnihotels.com/hotels/boston-parker-house/property-details/history#sthash.HFJePpdf.dpuf
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Mother's Day
Today is Mother's Day. My Mom has been working all day and before I see her this evening I wanted to put something together that is just for her.
I saw something recently online that felt appropriate with Mother's Day approaching. It said:
I saw something recently online that felt appropriate with Mother's Day approaching. It said:
Age 10: I love you, Mom!
Age 14: My mom is so annoying!
Age 18: I want to leave this house.
Age 25: Mom, you were right.
Age 30: Mom, forgive me?
Age 50: I don't want to lose my mom.
Age 70: Mom, I love you so much!
While I haven't reached each of these ages I know that my mom and I have gone through some of these different stages already. Growing up, Mom was the one I always turned to. We did everything together. I wanted to be so much like her that my first pair of glasses were red because "my mom has red glasses". I wanted to be a teacher because Mom was. We spent weekends at the beach soaking up the sun during the summers. During the winter she was taking me up to the Poconos so that I could ski with the other family members. She was my girl scout leader and taught me things that I'll be able to use the rest of my life. She stayed up to ridiculous hours of the night helping me to finish projects because I was a complete procrastinator. She supported me in everything I did and made a real effort to be a part of the things I was involved in.
As I've gotten older, there have been some bumps in the road though. I didn't have any siblings and Mom was usually the one I'd end up fighting with instead of that sibling. There have been times when I've felt she's been too nosy or strict. We've butted heads on some major things in life. She's never stopped loving me though, even if she didn't agree with a decision I was making.
She's held me when I've cried after breakups. She's let me make decisions and learn from them instead of insisting on doing it her way. She's pushed me out of my comfort zone in different ways. She was the one who pushed me to live on campus my freshman year of college even though I was so against it. That turned out to be one of the best and worst years of my life. She's the one who patiently waited and caught me when I fell with my depression and eating disorder. She's bitten her tongue more than a few times when it comes to saying "I told ya so". She's comforted and cared for me when I'm sick. And still even at almost 24 years old, my mom is who I want when I'm puking at 3am. I get my craftiness from my mom. I've never known someone who has a natural artistic ability the way she does. I'm excited to say she's helped me learn how to make a quilt. She designed more than a few dresses for me too. She was known as Mom Reed by all of my friends growing up. They all thought she was cool. She knew the words to "Low" and what apple bottom jeans were. They wanted to call her when in a car accident instead of their own parents. (That actually happened). Mom has stood up for me numerous times. I was bullied in school and faced some not so great situations. She made sure the situations were addressed and I didn't get pushed around anymore. She's taught me how to be a thrift shopper and taking advantage of a good deal. She wouldn't admit it but I think I got my shopping obsession from her. She's always told me the importance of following my gut. When I spilled my guts about Josh to her, she was the one who said follow what you're feeling, you're feeling it for a reason. Mom usually takes more on her plate than she's up for. She works two part time jobs that are both physically demanding but she still does it. She volunteers for many groups and organizations and rarely has time to do anything for herself. Like her own mom, she doesn't know how to say no to people. She constantly wants to help others in whatever way she can.
I think Mom is the reason why I've always had the desire to be a Mom. I don't think it's something I need to go into too much detail about. I just think I've seen how much she's done for me and provided me and I want to be able to provide that to my own children. I've come too close to losing Mom
too many times. She's faced some scary health issues over the years and it's been hard to watch her face them. She's stronger than people know.
too many times. She's faced some scary health issues over the years and it's been hard to watch her face them. She's stronger than people know.
It's been hard on her that I'm not living at home anymore. She doesn't see me as much and we don't talk as often as we used to. It's a part of growing up that's taking her some serious getting used to. I'm still around Mom, don't ever forget that.
I just want to take the time to say thank you, for everything you've always done for me. Sure, I didn't always understand at the time where you were coming from. As I get older I'm starting to have a better understanding of it all though. I love you more than words can express. You will always be my best friend. "Loves you me"
I'd also like to take the time to send a special Happy Mother's Day to Josh's mom. I've had the privilege of getting to know her this past year and she's an amazing woman. She's strong and caring. She's faced some difficult times this year but has continued to hold her head high and be the bigger person. She's also become a grandmother. The way I see her with her granddaughter makes me think of the way she probably was with each of her kids. You did an amazing job raising all three of them. Thank you for becoming like a mom to me too :)
To all Moms out there, Happy Mother's Day! You all are amazing!
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