Sentence of the day –

Get Shit Done.

It has been a while since I even thought about my blog. But starting a new chapter in life can make one feel a little nostalgic. I guess for me that means continuing a goal of telling the internet snippets about my life. Today I am going to get shit done. Note of caution; I said that yesterday too. We will see how it goes.



End of night wedding photo! September 7th, 2014

So first of all I would like to say I am bowing out of my own September Post Challenge. I really don’t have that much to say every day that wouldn’t read like a diary, which seems pretty boring for anyone reading this besides myself. Maybe I’ll partake on a 30 day yoga challenge and then write a post about it. If I did things like that more often I might have more to write about.

Secondly it is my one year wedding anniversary to my Man! It has been a good year and gone by surprisingly fast. It’s hard to believe that one year ago we were getting ready to say our vows while trying to fight the whether so that our wedding guests could make it! We have had the most fabulous year full of new adventures and lots of traveling and exploring. I have no complaints with my Man thus far! Sounds like a pretty good deal right? I think so!

This next year is going to be even more exciting and full of adventure as we embark on another new location where I have to enter the job market again and try to make new friends. A brand new start all over again. I think it is exciting!



Hiking in White Mountain National Park, New Hampshire

xoxo, e.

September Challenge Continues: Post 4

Welcome to day 4! Today I went to the gym in the evening. This is something that I have not done before as usually I go right after work around 2:30 and never stay longer than one hour. Let me start by saying that I believe the gym to be a strange place, full of people all attempting to do the same thing.

My gym can be divided into three groups of people. The elderly who are there to get their heart rate up and stay alive, the blow-hards that talk really loudly about how many reps they did or that strut around in sports bras and spandex shorts, and then there are the people like me; just trying to get in and out as fast as possible and not be noticed. I will make a point to say that I am not attractive at the gym and I do not want to make friends at the gym, nor do I want to know anyone that goes to the same gym as me. Why people join gyms to make friends is something that I will never understand.

Anyways, today was my first evening gym experience, right after rush-hour, the busiest I have ever seen the gym. What I couldn’t understand was the amount of people that are involved in this new gym culture that I’ve been exposed to shouting across the room to each other, chatting about classes, or just walking around and not exercising. Can someone explain to me how this type of culture exists? Perhaps people aren’t sweating as profusely as I am while at the gym, not necessarily because I am working harder, but just because I sweat a lot, possibly more than normal humans. So once I am done sweating I usually try to leave as soon as possible to go home and take a shower.

I work out so I can eat as much ice cream as I want without feeling like a fat-ass all of the time. Perhaps I am just being negative towards a really awesome gym culture that I am misjudging, or perhaps this is a type of culture that is confusing all on its own to people who need to work out in order to eat ice cream.

Who knows… I realize there isn’t a whole to this post, but I find it a funny and intriguing topic.



Post 3: Success!

Success! I have started my third post on the third day of my self made challenge. I could stop writing now and call it good, but I will provide a little “meat” as one might say.¬†This is particularly difficult because I now want to go to sleep and am staying up to write this post. It isn’t even that late, but I’m bored and it’s dark out so that means bed time.

Tonight I went to this City Arts event in downtown Hartford (or some sort of CT art organization) at City Steam Brewery. I paid $10 to what I thought would be a nice, fun, artsy, young crowd, drinking beer and doing screen printing. But what I walked into was a nice, older, predominately female, wine drinking crowd judging me for wearing animal print shorts. How was I supposed to know that it was a young professionals introduction meeting to start a new group of young professionals? There are so many organizations for young professionals in Hartford that I can’t really be bothered to keep them all strait. I did get to hang out with a friend and drink good beer and take home my screen printing pieces so all in all it was a positive experience.

On other news, my cat is really rude and keeps attacking my arms and legs as I am typing so I must give up this post and tend to my cat.


until tomorrow!


Skip Day 2, Here’s Day 3

It appears I have already failed my own September Challenge. But, as I am the creator of the challenge I can thus challenge myself again to write two posts today to make up for not writing one yesterday. So, here is my first post, or rather yesterdays post. The thing that really gets me about not writing yesterday was that I had so many things I wanted to write about, at least three different topics. The first being about Ernest Hemingway. I was reading the BBC and they had an article about Hemingway and about how, he, as a literary and war icon is diminishing from our memories and from the ideal ‘American in Paris’ writer. “Hey, Hey, Hey”, I thought, “this can’t be true, as I would love to be sitting in little Parisian cafe’s writing all day and drinking all night”. The problem is that now-a-days we have a bit more common sense and almost anyone who is writing probably has to pay off student loans and can’t just bum around Paris. Since when really has anyone really been able to “bum around Paris”.

The second topic I was going to talk about was the relationship of nanny’s/babysitters to their employers. I’ve recently taken on a second job as a part-time babysitter and while I feel appreciated, I also feel like I’m considered “the help”. There also doesn’t seem to be a line these days between a babysitter and a housekeeper. Both do different things, and both cost different amounts of money. Why do people not understand this. Perhaps if I advertised myself as a housekeeper/babysitter I could get paid more, but I don’t really like the idea of cleaning up after someone else when I can hardly clean up after myself.

There was a third topic, I’m sure of it. Because right before leaving for Bar Trivia I was debating what sort of topic to contain into a blog post. It seems to have escaped me. Well, in other news, I finished reading my fictional novel about Zelda Fitzgerald. While before I felt like I knew the Fitzgerald’s, now I am sure that I didn’t and I am also not sure that I would have wanted to. I’ll just have to content myself with trying to find a copy of Zelda’s book, Save Me The Waltz. 

See you this afternoon!

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September Challenge

I’ve noticed a lack in my blog writing consistencies over the past few months. Initially I was writing once a week, now I’m lucky if I get a post in once a month. Part of this has to do with trying to appreciate summer and do outdoorsy things and travel as much as possible on the weekends, but my main excuse is simply because my computer is on its last leg. Broken leg really, crawling along towards the computer hospital, clinging for life. It is a miracle that it still works most of the time.

In efforts to write more, and to be a better writer in general, I am challenging myself to write every day for the month of September. Thus, “The September Challenge” begins. My posts may end up being silly or late at night/early in the morning, short, like a dairy, or plain stupid, but I believe it is something important that I can do.

I will start with an update of how fall is starting out to be. Today was 82 degrees and the Man and I went golfing. It was lovely and hot and sweaty but at least I spent the day outdoors! So far fall is turning out nicely. Doesn’t everyone just appreciate the beauty of the weather? (Cue sarcasm).

On another note, I am reading¬†Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald by Therese Anne Fowler. It is okay, not worth going out and buying immediately, but entertaining enough to borrow from a friend should you need a new book and have time to waste reading something un-phenomenal. I am going to start “reading around the world” soon with some friends. Basically we are following another blogger’s list of books she found from authors around the world. We start in Afghanistan and I will give updates periodically.

So, I have started this challenge today, September 1st, Labor Day, Monday, the start of fall, and it appears to have taken the focus of nothing in particular.

See you tomorrow!
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The Beach


Camping crew at the Beach!

Let’s start off by making one thing very clear; the West Coast and the East Coast are incredibly different. Of course this may be obvious to most (including myself) but it still doesn’t account for the fact that the first time I went to the East Coast beach, Hammonasset Beach, I was expecting a similar coast line. I may have been disappointed but I will never tell you to what degree.

I’ve grown up on the California coast, living there and then going every summer after tragically moving away from it. I remember the salt wind, the sometimes scary but mostly thrilling waves, the soft sand that gets everywhere, and the feeling that the ocean was alive and was meant for me. Let’s just say that the East Coast, specifically Hammonasset Beach, is a little lacking in those things.

Not to complain, I had a lovely time at the beach for our camping trip. But I felt like I was swimming in more of a salty lake than the ocean, I’m sure that is mainly because there are no waves but also because the beach is actually located in the Long Island Sound and not a direct link to the Atlantic. No waves, pebbly sand (our area was nicely sanded but some areas were rocky), and overly salty water. See, BIG difference. I still spent 90% of the day swimming in the water. Quite a bit away from the shoreline as the children were a tad out of control. The salty water made it so easy and relaxing to float around.

If the beach were closer you can bet I would be there a whole lot more often.

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