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Wed, 23 May 2012 22:58:58 -0400

5/23/12

Tonight in class, one of the most interesting and compelling professors I’ve had in my MBA program, told me that he has a tumblr. huh, how progressive. Then I tells me he had such trouble with his first blog, he could barely write it… “it was like pulling teeth.” Then it hit me, this little flash of insight. I’m so grateful for my ability to write. I may not be able to solve the world’s problems, or find the return on investment of a company, but I can express myself with words.

I’ll admit I’ve been spending a lot of time lately thinking about ~~the~~ my future. I’m 31, I’m graduating with my second degree in August, I’m getting married in the fall. I have a lot to be thankful for, but the urge to do a lot more. I want to create, I want to write. I want to get off my keister and be an author. It’s natural, it’s special and it’s impactful.

Now I get to convince myself it’s doable.

Sticks & Stones

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 14:17:28 -0400

4/18/12

It’s tough for me to blog these days. With work, school, volunteering and planning a wedding…my free time is spent managing whichever activity needs my attention. But from time to time I visit this site to pour out my feelings/emotions if prompted. Today, is one of those days.

I’ll preface this story by saying that women, in general, do not compliment each other enough. We’re too busy criticising. To that end, we spend our days spitting out hurtful comments that we assume no one hears. Today I was on the receiving end of one of those comments and I must say, I’ve learned my lesson. Sure, I participate in the occasional gossip which is how the world churns. But today I stopped in my tracks and realized the impact (heard or un-heard) is greater that the words that are spoken.

Today at work, I was mocked by two older co-workers. I overheard them talk about my dress choice. (a Knee length cotton number that covers my chest, shoulders & all but by nature hugs my booty…which by heredity is large) They mocked how I walked an marvled at the size of my rear. I was stunned. First off, because I know both of these ladies and we’re ‘cool’ if you get what I’m saying. Second, these are older (read tenured) employees engageing in childish (read assanine) behaviors.

The result? I’m genuinely hurt & had a carb loaded lunch and washed it down with a chocolate chip cookie (that oughta teach them…)

As I contemplate confronting them, I’m met with the notion that maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe, just maybe I wasn’t the topic of their joke. Then I’m reminded that I probably was, I just wasn’t supposed to hear it. Instead of being upset I’m going to listen to the childhood mantra that helped me get through so many other mean events…

Sticks & stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.

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Wed, 18 Apr 2012 14:04:01 -0400

laureola:

Pursuit of Happiness prints, cards, iPhone skins are available on society6!

Amen

breaking up is hard to do

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 21:07:06 -0400

Beautiful wedding shoes

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 20:45:41 -0500

Beautiful wedding shoes

Skinny Vegan

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 15:20:59 -0500

1/17/12

Skinny Vegans must be elusive creatures. I’ve been on the Daniel diet for 7 whole days and I’ve GAINED two pounds. PS- I cannot afford to go down this road with the wedding a mere 8 months away.

I was mentioning this to my fiance last night as I stood at our bar, shoveling a deluxe nut mix into my pie hole.

Stella: “I don’t get it, I’m eating a ton of fruits and veggies, I haven’t had one piece of cheese or meat, and I’m gaining weight!”

Fiance: “Really? huh.”

Stella: “Yes really and I don’t want to eat a ton of beans and get gas…how embarrassing.”

My fiance takes teh planters can from me, turns it around and reads the calorie content per 1/4 cup (Which at this point I’d had a 4 times the serving amount, to that end they should come with a measuring cup so you understand how few you get for one serving)

Fiance: “160 calories per 1/4 cup… I think the weight gain mystery is solved!”

Evidently, whether it’s “good fat” or “bad fat” it doesn’t matter, fat is fat. And this shit is sticking right to my thighs…

Moral of the story, skinny vegans are either starving or they are stinky.

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Tue, 17 Jan 2012 14:39:49 -0500

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Mon, 16 Jan 2012 16:16:56 -0500

Operation Cohabitation

Mon, 16 Jan 2012 16:15:06 -0500

Happy New Year's!

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:34:21 -0500

Happy 2012 everyone! My resolution is to be the best version of myself this year. Not to let challenges get in the way of that. My wish for all of you is make your mark. Live the life you’ve wished for. God Bless.

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Sat, 26 Nov 2011 11:00:18 -0500

The Straw

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 22:52:33 -0500

11/21/11

At what point do you give up trying to figure out why someone is ignoring/avoiding you and just throw in the towel? I reached that point this weekend.

If you’ve been following from the beginning you know there has been an ongoing rift between me and my tall friend from Indiana. About 2 years ago she up and decided to stop talking to me. I’ve reached out on numerous occasions, seen her out, and even invited her to my home each time to be met with a frigid response. Now I have pretty thick skin, in fact most may have given up after she dissed me when I told her about my engagement. Or backed out on a simple lunch invitation. Come to think of it, any rational person would have been long gone once she had nothing to say at a recent bachelorette party. But not me. What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment.

None of that brought me to the breaking point. Probably because I’m the gal that needs to understand why you’re pissed, and most of all I need closure. We grew apart, cool…just say it. I’ve made you mad? Then dammit confront me so we can get it over with. Morale of the story? I can’t fix what I don’t know is broken.

Through all of that I remained hopeful that this gal would come to her senses or at least tell me what the hell was up so I could stop wondering. Then there was the straw that broke the camel’s back…. this weekend we both attended a wedding for a mutual friend. Not only did she not talk to me at all before the ceremony. She didn’t bother to acknowledge my presence at all. I spoke to her mom (her date) and was met by an icy conversation. Then it hit me. I don’t know what the hell happened or what she has told her parents about it but it is no longer my concern.

I think seeing her Mom’s reaction to me really painted the picture. Evidently I’ve done something to really, really piss this girl off. Either way, she is not woman enough to tell me what I’ve done, and I don’t have the time or the energy to give a damn.

And the that was the straw that broke this camel’s back.

theanimalblog: (by ellooosunshine) OMG I have to start writting...

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 22:51:55 -0500

theanimalblog:

(by ellooosunshine)

OMG I have to start writting my children’s book again.

hello little one.

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 22:49:18 -0500

hello little one.

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Tue, 08 Nov 2011 22:48:03 -0500

wedding brain storm

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 22:41:54 -0500

11/8/11

i’ve been busy trying to cook up ways to be thoughtful about what Kevin & I can include from our relationship into our wedding. For the first year of our courtship, I would send him a postcard in the mail almost twice a month. It gave my overjoyed heart and restless hands something to do, and it made him feel special and appreciated. While almost no one knows this little fact about our relationship, I was dying to use postcards in some way shape or form.

Then….it hit me. Postcard Guestbook. I’ve been on a mission to find vintage lovely postcards. I’ve hit up Etsy and I’m dying to visit my favorite local eclectic paper store: Mongrel. To make things a little more interesting we’ll ask our guests to place their postcards in one of four vintage suitcases. These will be labeled 3, 6, 9 & 12. The numbers represent months for our first year of marriage, so we will receive our guests words of wisdom and well wishes all throughout our first year of marriage. Take a look at some of the things I’ve bought to execute this plan:

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1) Potterybarn 2) alifethroughthelens (etsy) 3) little brown pen (etsy)

-volare There is nothing better than puppies sleeping

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 12:20:35 -0400

-volare

There is nothing better than puppies sleeping

fish sandwich = my favorite meal

Wed, 26 Oct 2011 13:58:55 -0400

fish sandwich = my favorite meal