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Last night I dreamt my hair was falling out. I was standing in front of a mirror pulling clumps and clumps away from my head and tossing them in the sink. In my dream, I wasn’t freaked out, but when I woke up, you can bet the first thing I did was reach for my locks to make sure they were still there.

According to some internet research, this dream symbolizes I am afraid of losing my youth and vitality. At 26.

I wasn’t aware I was having this panic, but hey, who am I to argue with the leading experts on dream analysis. (Cough, cough.)


About a month ago I wrote an email to a blogger who I really enjoy reading. It isn’t often I write these type of emails, but I really wanted to say it. They never wrote back. Part of me knows that being a little hurt by that is stupid and juvenile, but the other part of me doesn’t care. I guess I would have liked a response.

Which got me to thinking about all the wonderful emails I’ve received and the possibility that maybe I didn’t respond to all of them? I have a bad habit of reading emails on my phone, then forgetting to go back and respond to them.

So if you ever wrote me a heartfelt letter and I didn’t respond, consider this my officially apology. You deserved a response — a thank you. If you write to me again, I promise I”ll write back this time.


I received a Happy Anniversary tweet from this woman and nearly fell out of my seat. I adore her. Like, total blog crush. It kind of made up for the unanswered email.


A few of you asked for pictures of our anniversary trip and um, well, I didn’t take any. Mostly because it was raining the first day and the second day I just forgot until right before we left, when I pulled Michael into a gazebo to take a “proof we were here” photo. It didn’t come out so great. When your husband is 6’4″, you tend to cut out his head in self portraits. All the time.


But here’s the view from our suite last year:


And then I tried to be all artistic and take a picture of our rings with the lake in the background. Fail.


I think I’ll stick with writing as my hobby.


Yesterday I found a PostSecret-inspired secret in my library book. It read: “I used to think that my mom would be attacked by a lion in her sleep…so I started sleeping in the doorway of her room to protect her.”

I’ve heard about people finding handwritten secrets in books, and I think it’s awesome. Maybe I’ll add my own before I return it!

Today I’m thankful for:

– my husband, who did lots and lots of laundry yesterday from start to finish. Since I’m not working, I’ve basically taken over all house stuff as my job, but it still meant a lot for him to take over that task yesterday.

– the discovery that Kodiak LOVES baby feet. We’ve encountered two babies on the beach lately (don’t you just love when they’re strapped on their parent’s chest with the feet kicking?) and both times he beelined for their little toes, covering them in kisses. This is good, since I plan to fill the house with lots of baby feet in the future.

– Thanksgiving. It’s right around the corner and this year we get to celebrate twice! The actual day with my in-laws, then the following day with my family. Melding two families can definitely get tricky when it’s holiday time, but this year things worked out great. And…twice the stuffing! (My favorite.)

– Real maple sugar candy, that we stocked up on before heading home from New Hampshire.

Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin on ABC tonight. I’m a sucker for the Charlie Brown holiday specials.

What are you thankful for today?

We just got back from our anniversary-moon and it was perfect. We decided to save D.C. for the spring (cherry blossoms!) so I’ll be taking all your recommendations into account. Instead, we went back to a beautiful resort in New Hampshire and it was lovely.

What I didn’t expect, was to wake up on our anniversary with a horrible sore throat. Blah! Wanting to nip it in the bud, I drank a lot of tea and rested and hoped and hoped that it would be better the next day.

It wasn’t. It was worse. I couldn’t swallow without pain and the fire! Oh, the fire!

That’s when I remembered a homeopathic recipe my friend had tried in desperation, when she found herself getting sick again. She has the type of immune system that likes to kick you in the crotch, punch you while you’re down, then spit on you for good measure, so I figured if it worked for her, it could work for me.

The solution sounds a little wacky (and a little gross), but I swear to you, I’m a convert.

– Boil water as though you’re making tea. Just before it boils (so it’s nice and warm, but not scalding) take off stove.

– Cover the bottom of a mug with honey. You’re going to want a lot of honey. Trust me.

– Squeeze in a quarter of a lemon.

– Mix in 2 heaping teaspoons of apple cider vinegar.

Yes, apple cider vinegar is the magic ingredient here (and the reason you’ll want beacoup amounts of honey and lemon to mask the Easter egg flavor). The reason? Apple cider vinegar is known to naturally kill the bad bacteria you don’t want hanging out in your throat.

I made my first mug at 9 p.m. and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up at 11 coughing up some major phlegm, then went to bed.

This morning, I feel amazing! Just the slightest hint of a sore throat and I’m enjoying my second mug right now. (It’s really not that bad. The smell will just transport you back to egg dyeing as a kid.)

You can drink it every few hours as needed, and you can feel good about not putting any drugs into your system.

Give it a shot and let me know if it works for you!

Time is a funny thing. A year can feel so slow – like the year leading up to our wedding day. And then it can go by in a heartbeat.

Tomorrow, October 24th, we will have been married for one whole year.

In the nearly eight years we’ve been together, this has definitely been the best year yet.


We have the type of love that people search their whole lives for. I know how truly blessed I am to have found mine so young.

Michael is my best friend, my heart, my everything. He brings out the best in me always and I am honored and so, so, SO happy to be his wife.


Here’s to many more years!

I should have mentioned this earlier, but our photography was done by the super talented Scott Zuehlke Photography.







Making these posts has really been great for me, because I’m reliving such a wonderful day. Thank you for letting me share it with you.

More pictures!





Saturday is our one-year wedding anniversary. I cannot believe how quickly this year flew by and woah, what a year it was.

I thought I’d share some of my favorite wedding photos this week to commemorate. You’ve seen some of them, but I think that’s OK.

Happy Love Week!




Back in August I wrote about stopping my birth control and since then I’ve received some emails asking “So yeah, how’s THAT going?’

Actually? It’s awesome.

Look, the pill did exactly what I needed it to do for 10 years. But now that I’m not taking it anymore? I don’t miss it. Not one bit.

(I’m jumping up and down in my living room right now shouting “TMI! TMI! I’m going to talk about my period!!”

(That was your warning.)

(And the end of parenthesis.)


So yes, my period. Cycle one was…interesting. It definitely took my body a month to adjust and the first “regular” period was very short, but it was preceded by SIX DAYS of spotting. Six. Days.



Since I started charting my basal body temperature (BBT), I also knew that I didn’t ovulate until day 23. Which is a little long. Most (NOT all) women have an average 28-day cycle, with ovulation happening somewhere around day 14. This is not an exact science, and many have much longer cycles. I was pretty sure that’s what was going to happen with me.

Until cycle 2, this month, when according to my chart, I ovulated on day 13. So I guess my body just needed a little regulating.

This hormone-free thing has been great. No weight gain, no crazy hormones (the hyena never did show up), and aside from a few tiny blemishes, there was no major change.

I’ve also become so much more intuned with my body, noticing twinges and feelings I never did before. This is both very cool (I know my body!) and slightly annoying (my body is doing WHAT? What does this mean??)

So, overall, a good decision.

Yet, here’s an anecdote for you:

I trust the charts and all, but I wanted to REALLY see if they were right, so I decided to go out and buy some ovulation prediction kits (OPK). They look and work very similar to a pregnancy test. You pee on the stick, wait, and see if you have a LH surge — a hormone that is always present in the female body, but surges 12-48 hours before ovulation.

Anyway, those babies aren’t cheap. So I did some reading and found out that Dollar Tree has them for, um, a dollar, and they are just as accurate as the fancy, dancy, $18/box ones.

We have a Dollar Tree locally, so I went in, found the tests and walked up to the register with two in hand. I had them face down on the conveyor, one, because the UPC was on the back of the box and two, because, well, I didn’t feel the need to announce to all of Dollar Tree that “Hi!!!! I’m potentially ovulating!!!”

The cashier was an older woman, probably in her late 60s. She scanned the tests, bagged them, took my money, and then looked up at me with a smile.

Then in the loudest voice known to man, she asked, “IS THIS YOUR FIRST?”

My first? Ovulation test? Pee stick?



“Oh…yeah, well. No, I mean, it’s not a preg…I mean, it’s an ovulat…”

(The man behind me with the box of nails look less than comfortable.)

(I lied about the parenthesis.)


“Yeah. Ok, thanks.”


Well, at least that ordeal only cost me $2.14.

The other day my friend sent me a link to a site that totally made my day. So I want to make your day too.

We’re all familiar with Etsy, yes? It’s a site filled with beautiful handmade goods. I’ve drooled over many a thing, from art to jewelry.


Every now and then you come across something a little…odd. Or more than odd. And you have a good laugh and forget about it.

Until now.

Because of this brilliant site, you will never forget the awkward Etsy things. Although, you might want to.

Regretsy is one of my first stops every morning now and if you want to start your day with a laugh (or shock and horror), it will be one of yours too.

Like, how about some moose-poop jewelry?


Yeah. It’s real.

The site always features the seller’s actual description, but by far it’s the commentary they add that makes the site so fantastic.

Happy time wasting. And, you’re welcome.

I read an article recently where the writer basically tore anyone who had been unemployed for a year a new one. Like, really ripped into them. There was accusations about not trying hard enough to find a job, using the “time off” as an opportunity to travel, shop and all around slack off while people who really needed the unemployment insurance weren’t able to receive it.

This writer was not unemployed.

The article made me angry. I mean, here I am, almost 11 months unemployed. Eleven months of job searching, sending out resumes, reaching out to people and all I have to show for it is two interviews and a pile of rejection letters saying thanks, but no thanks, and countless job inquiries left unanswered by HR teams that are buried in resumes from people just like me.

I have a degree, work experience, people skills. I am marketable.

But I am unemployed.

Let me be clear; in the year I have been without a job I have traveled home to visit my family. I have shopped. I have even laid on my couch for hours at a time watching Gilmore Girls marathons.

But I’ve also worked my tail off trying to find a job.

I am lucky, my husband has a job that basically supports our lifestyle. And an extravagant lifestyle it is not. But we’re comfortable and fortunate to own a home and be able to afford our necessities while also being able to have a little fun once in a while.

The small (very small) amount of money I receive each weeks goes directly towards bills, or groceries, or if we’re lucky that week, savings. It’s not going to the mall.

Why haven’t I “sucked it up” and gotten a part-time retail job? Why aren’t I waiting tables or folding sweaters?

Because I didn’t have to. Not yet. Because the whole point of unemployment benefits is to sustain you while you try and find a job that will support you. And taking a part-time job that pays less per week than I’m receiving on unemployment makes no sense whatsoever.

Unless a new proposed bill passes in the next few weeks, come mid-November my “income” stops. And when that happens, I will do what I need to do to contribute to our family. My nose isn’t in the air. I don’t think I’m better than anyone else. And if the bill passes, allowing the unemployed of Rhode Island — the state with the third highest unemployment rate in the country — 13 additional weeks of unemployment benefits, you bet I’ll be taking it.

Because that’s 13 more weeks to find a full-time job.

A year ago, I might have felt the same way as that writer, because unless you’re in these (old, because you really shouldn’t be buying new ones) shoes, you really don’t know the pain, frustration and self-doubt that surrounds you each time you have to answer “no” when the automated unemployment system asks you if you have returned to full-time work this week.

You just don’t know.

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