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"Getting married doesn't mean giving up your identity. You can still be you, but just happen to share life with a special someone. This is my journey of being a new wife and experiencing all that the world has to offer."
<hr color="#eeeeee" size="4" width="100%">Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-14037006076184312332015-02-02T10:30:00.002-05:002015-02-02T10:30:52.101-05:00The Main Event - Weight Watchers vs. MyFitnessPalSome people may wonder if I'm over-analyzing fitness/weight loss, but since training for a 5k and entering another DietBet, I have started tracking my progress through Weight Watchers <i>and </i>MyFitnessPal. Part of me has been curious if it is worth paying the $18.95 every month for WW if I can just as easily maintain my fitness goals through MyFitnessPal. One tracks points and the other calories. So the biggest question is - which one is better? Which strategy will help increase my results?<br />
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My recent gut feeling is "free" sounds much more appealing. For the past three years, I have been watching the $18.95 deduct out of my checking account for Weight Watchers. Spending money has been a driving force for watching what I eat. But now also tracking calories through a free app, MFP, has put me on the fence. I've been losing weight and getting in better shape and I can't tell if one method is prevailing over the other.<br />
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Below is a list of the positives and negatives of each that I have found.<br />
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<u>Weight Watchers</u><br />
Pros:<br />
1. Huge network of support from a credible source<br />
2. Point-friendly and reasonable recipes at the touch of the app<br />
3. Flexibility to get back and use "activity" (exercise) points either on the day of the work out, or weekly pool<br />
4. Ability to scan foods into the app to track<br />
5. Eat what you want, as long as within portion control (you can eat your pizza and cake, as long as within reason)<br />
6. Many foods found in supermarkets include point values<br />
7. You can find many restaurants on the app to track<br />
8. Encourages to weigh in once a week, which the app then shows graph and cheers you on as you lose<br />
9. Links up to other apps, such as Fitbit (iPhone has a Health app that helps put it all together)<br />
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Cons:<br />
1. It is not free to be a member and use the services ($18.95/mth)<br />
2. I've noticed some newer or unique foods are not found when trying to scan<br />
3. Does not factor in calories and other nutritional facts and uses formula strictly by: fat, carbohydrates, protein, and fiber<br />
4. Slightly confusing when making "smart" choices - for example, half an avocado is worth the same point value as a pop-tart<br />
5. Slightly discourages eating meats (as the protein and fat values tend to increase the amount of points)<br />
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<u>MyFitnessPal</u><br />
Pros:<br />
1. Free!<br />
2. Large network of support from credible source<br />
3. Calories are the number 1 factor, although you can also track all other nutritional values<br />
4. Ability to scan foods into the app to track<br />
5. You can search and find foods that people have already created and tracked, including certain brands and restaurants<br />
6. Have the ability to eat what you want, as long as you stay within your daily allotted calories<br />
7. Track your weight and progress whenever you want, also shows a graph of your progress<br />
8. You can save recipes<br />
9. Syncs up to other apps such as Fitbit<br />
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Cons:<br />
1. Main focus is on calorie-counting, which can be difficult when you're eating foods from for example a cafeteria, or restaurant<br />
2. Can be difficult to guess portion sizes (ex. 1 cup, 1 tbsp, 3 oz?)<br />
3. I've noticed it is difficult to track exercises if you do not know the exact amount (running on a treadmill will show calories burned, but difficult to track calories if running outside at unknown speeds)<br />
4. Only allows the extra calories from exercising on the day of, they go away once the next day hits<br />
5. Alot going on in the app, there are components that I probably don't even know about<br />
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I'm sure I could think of more for each as the day goes on, but you get the idea. They both have a lot of good and not-so-good aspects - I think it really depends on the person and what they would rather pay attention to. I'm so used to Weight Watchers and my loyalty to the brand, but one day I may decide to stop paying for it. Especially knowing I can get the same results by tracking calories for free.<br />
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I think my next challenge will be to track only using MyFitnessPal for a given amount of time to see if my results are the same, or possibly greater. Then I can truly judge which works for me. But for now, I think I'm going to stick to being slightly compulsive and tracking on both. At least until DietBet is over in a week!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-80504742865876124452015-01-29T08:11:00.001-05:002015-01-29T08:11:21.336-05:00DietBet - Lose Weight to Win CashNormally, I am a sucker for gambling. Every Superbowl pool, March Madness bracket, even last years World Cup got me entering in for a chance to win. Any type of competition where money is involved, I'm up for the challenge. Along with the sports events, last year I was exposed to a new game called DietBet. Looking at the title alone, you know there are two key components: dieting and money. But what are the terms?<br />
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My friend at work who ran our DietBet was sure to note:<i> This is not considered gambling because the outcome of your DietBet is based on skill, not luck. </i>I was extremely intrigued and read the terms. $10 dollars to join. You weigh in in the first few days with a couple photos of yourself on the scale, and then you weigh out again, same procedure. Whoever meets the terms of the bet (the percentage of weight lost in the given period of time) wins! And if there is more than one winner, you split the pot! How easy is that? Well, maybe easier said than done. But my competitive nature is what allowed me to win, and split the pot with a few other people. So in the end I won the money I entered, and some.<br />
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This year we increased the stakes at a whopping $20 to enter. The pool is up to $300 and the contest is over in less than two weeks now. The terms are to lose at least 4% of your total body weight in one month. For me, that translated to about 8 lbs, which doesn't seem like a lot. But the hardest part is if you get to your goal too soon, you must maintain.<br />
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I'm sure you are probably asking how is this regulated? For one, everything is online. DietBet is a website where you can create a profile and access all of the challenges at the click of a button. There's also a handy app for smartphones where you can track everyone's progress and weigh in whenever you want. However, the only weigh-ins that matter are the first and the last. There are judges that work for DietBet that receive your photos and approve or reject. So you don't have to worry about friends or coworkers literally seeing your pictures. You receive a code word that you must include on a piece of paper next to the scale so the judges know the pictures are actually you and that you are taking them during the right times.<br />
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You may be wondering how I'm currently doing on DietBet. Right now I have hit 75% of my goal with about 1.5 more lbs to lose before the "weigh-out" in 11 days. I've noticed a slight plateau in changes so I need to rework a few things in my diet and exercise routine. But after all is said and done, if you're looking for a fun weigh to lose that holiday weight with your friends, family, or coworkers, this has worked for me in the past and is already helping me now. It's what has put me back on track with my goals, particularly my "resolution" of running a 5k in April for Alzheimer's. I have already shaved off minutes of my 5k-time and are well on the way to running the race straight through. And what's even better, I got my husband and brother and sister-in-laws to join! We have been encouraging each other and it has been really fun doing this together. Check out the website, I'll be sure to do a follow up of my results at the end of the challenge. 11 days to go and counting!<br />
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http://www.dietbetter.com/<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-40279921939559673002015-01-26T16:18:00.002-05:002015-01-26T16:18:53.970-05:00House Hunting - On Hold?After marriage (especially almost a year and a half after marriage), most people expect one of the following from you:<br />
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a.) Have a baby<br />
b.) Have a baby<br />
c.) At least<i> try </i>to have a baby<br />
d.) Buy a house<br />
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Now although I know I'm not exactly mentally prepared for a, b, or c, option d has definitely been on my mind. Jay and I spent most of last fall getting to know a realtor, venturing to open houses, and even coming close to putting down an offer. But as we were leaving that very house on the corner of a quiet block, I started asking myself questions. Would I really want three bedrooms on the lower level and the master on the upper? Do I want to demo and reno? What percentage is the right percentage for a down payment? Can I see us living here for 5 years? 20 years? Our entire adult life? Is this where I see us raising a family?<br />
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This is one of those instances in my married life where I've realized that everything truly happens for a reason. After taking a large step and a deep breath back, we knew this wasn't our time. We wanted to make sure we got this right instead of making any quick and impulsive decisions.<br />
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Below are a few key lessons learned from our recent home search:<br />
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a.) Save up as much money as possible. The more to put down, the better. 20% is ideal which seems pretty impossible. I commend anyone who has ever been able to save 5% or more, period. But the worst situation to be in is if you or your spouse loses your job and all of the sudden there isn't enough money for the mortgage payments.<br />
b.) Know exactly what you are looking for. Whether it be the style of the house, the type of amenities, the layout, the work you'll want to put into it, you name it. If you are iffy on any factors, the realtor may have the ability to sway you otherwise. And no matter what they say, they're the ones making a buck or two off of you.<br />
c.) Know your expenses. Take a look at your current expenses. And then add in all the types of things a homeowner needs to include. Like maintenance on landscape, plumbing, electrical, etc. When you rent, you don't realize how all these things add up. If a pipe bursts, you call your landlord or leasing office. But when you own, you're literally on your <i>own</i>. That pipe becomes <i>your</i> problem.<br />
d.) Know your debt. When they run your credit to approve how much money you'll be granted for a mortgage, the bank takes a look at everything. And I mean everything. From student loans to the number of open credit cards you hold. A larger credit line almost looks like a liability (the more money you could technically borrow). I've been in the process myself of paying off some cards and cancelling them so I don't have as many active accounts. I'm a sucker for a good deal, but I have to remember you don't always need the "store" card to save a few dollars.<br />
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With all of this in mind, we have put our house hunt on hold for at least another year. We'll probably get the itch again in the fall and start re-inserting ourselves in the market. But at least we'll be a little bit more educated and hopefully in a better place to find our forever home. Take my advice for what it's worth, I'm no expert. But this past year has been eye opening and definitely a learning experience for us. And no babies anytime soon! Not quite yet at least..<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-57559136292674974552015-01-15T08:05:00.001-05:002015-01-15T08:05:32.654-05:00Running for a ReasonAfter almost half a month into the new year, I can proudly conclude that I am well on my way to accomplishing one of my resolutions. The motivation for it really came to me after a vivid dream with my Grandpa. He passed away in 2014 from a battle with Alzheimer's and dementia.<br />
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<i>The dream:</i><br />
It was Christmas morning and we were all in the living room opening gifts. My grandpa was there, and he was in his normal state, long before the effects of Alzheimer's took over his mind. He was wearing his signature light wash jeans and crew-neck sweatshirt. And I still remember how piercing his blue eyes looked as he stood and smiled over us. He was telling stories and laughing, and I remember thinking "wow, he really looks great." All of the sudden, I begin crying and ask him for a hug. I tell him I miss him, and he responds back, "I miss you too. But I am always with you and watching over you everyday." This must have immediately jolted me out of the dream because I woke up pretty hysterical. It felt so real and I truly believe he was reaching out to me. This was the first person close to me that I have ever lost, and I still struggle knowing he is gone. I can still hear his voice in my mind and I try to hold tight to every single memory I have of him. The dream felt so real and it makes me believe that he is out there and making sure I am OK.<br />
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After talking to my husband and mom about it, I knew I wanted to do something in his honor in 2015. When I came across a 5k event for Alzheimer's, I couldn't imagine a better way to celebrate his life. The race isn't until April 25th, so I have a good amount of time to prepare. I have already started testing my endurance by running on the tread-mill a few days a week. My goal is to get my time down to 30 minutes. That sounds like plenty to achieve 3.1 miles, but I was never a fast runner. I was always the girl who couldn't keep up with the sprinters on my soccer team, so instead I embraced my strength of kicking and potentially knocking girls over if they were in my way. Just last night I ran 3.1 in 35 minutes, shaving a minute off my initial time just a week ago. If I keep this up, I know I can do it.<br />
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This race will not only test my will and my body, but my mind as I will be thinking of one person the whole time. If my grandpa could only read this and know that I love and miss him so much. I will always keep him in my heart, and remember that he is with me. I know I will make him proud.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-61954320500065059222015-01-02T15:32:00.001-05:002015-01-02T15:32:21.444-05:00The Problem with ResolutionsYou may not remember me, considering I haven't posted anything since the end of October. Pretty lame, right? I can't put into words my writers block - life just kind of threw me into the whirlwind of the holiday season. I felt like the singer Sting at the Kennedy Center Honors, and how he all the sudden couldn't write songs anymore. Lucky for us, it didn't last forever. Lucky for me, I guess I needed the kick of the New Year to really get motivated again. Sometimes we need a life event to give us that little extra push, I'm happy mine was 2015.<br />
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Most people for the New Year decide on a major resolution. To lose weight, quit smoking, save money, get a better job. The list could go on and on. I know from my own experience that resolutions are extremely hard to keep the entire year. One would think that a single goal in 365 days could be managed and maintained. But the term "resolution" itself can be a little misleading. We tend to glorify it as this object, when to me it really is something along the lines of "I have a problem and I need to <i>resolve</i> it." That's where I think we're all going wrong. We think a piece of our lives is a bit of a problem and we must fix it or else. But I truly don't believe that is the case.<br />
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So instead of thinking our lives are troublesome, why can't we think of setting short-term goals? Goals that could eventually lead to something wider-spanned and long lived? Where we are not necessarily fixing something in our lives that is "broken," but making something better? A more enhanced version of ourselves? Where we can look back and say we didn't set these unattainable resolutions that remain to sit high on a pedestal?<br />
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And just to kick off this conversation, here are a few of my short-term goals. We have to start from somewhere, right?<br />
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1. Enter and complete a 5k by summertime<br />
2. Try my extreme hardest not to "sweat the small stuff" (I'm sure my husband will be happy about this one)<br />
3. Learn and grow in my new position at work and don't get discouraged by obstacles<br />
4. Plan a trip that won't break the bank<br />
5. Remember that everything happens for a reason and stay positive<br />
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I think that's a firm number - 5. I mean I could probably set 100 things easily to accomplish off the top of my head, but they don't say "baby steps" for no reason. I encourage anyone who reads this to remember that seemingly small thoughts can snowball into life-changing resolutions, all we need is the idea and belief that we can get there.<br />
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Happy New Year and here's to 2015!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-62582393805399085632014-10-29T08:30:00.000-04:002014-10-29T08:30:19.824-04:00Thank You For Joining Me!I never could have imagined that starting a blog would become not only an outlet to vent on life, but a <i>way of life</i> in general. Over the last few months, I have challenged myself to open up to the world and express different aspects of reality with you. For all of the bloggers reading this, <i>you</i> understand how tough it is to put yourself out there and share real-life stories. To allow others into our lives and to not be afraid of what anyone says. I sincerely commend you all for that, as I have faced my own inner battles while sitting you front-row and center into my journey as a new wife.<br />
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Sure, there are ups and downs, but life wouldn't be as interesting if things were <i>always</i> perfect. We are tested and we prevail, even if we get kicked down a time or two. Staying positive has always been one of my biggest strengths, but the fear of failure has remained my biggest flaw. Over time I have learned that I am not always right, I cannot always have it my way, yet I can still learn about myself and those around me. I can still evolve into a woman that I aspire to be - successful, fair, compassionate, and true.<br />
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I can't stress it enough, from the bottom of my heart, that I thank you all for taking the time to follow me as I continue to change and be impacted by of all of you on Bloglovin. Here's to 100 more!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-66391506548578537062014-10-27T06:55:00.004-04:002014-10-27T06:55:41.748-04:00Following Career InstinctsI have to admit - October has put me on a slight hiatus. This five-week month has been both a reality check and an inner debate of my career path. The questions of my future<i> and</i> planning for the future. Where would I see myself in a year? In five years?<br />
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Approaching my one year anniversary at work, I started asking myself these difficult questions. I knew I was ready for the next challenge, but where would it be? For one, I wanted to stay at my current company, where there is so much opportunity to grow and thrive. But I was ready to explore other options and I began meeting with people outside of my department. This was my chance to learn more about the different areas and see if they sparked any interests. A great way to connect and research. To my surprise (as I had not been actively searching jobs), there was a position available that my instincts ensured would be a great fit. I had that "Aha!" moment when you just know and it feels right. A role that blended my past with my present experience in retail and I felt passion stirring up inside my bones again. I knew I would regret it if I didn't at least give it a shot.<br />
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After talking it over with my current manager, working on scheduling with HR, and then one long week (that felt like a year) of the interview process, I received an offer the following Tuesday. I cannot truly describe the feeling of excitement that overcame me. Hard work, determination, and the drive to be successful really can pay off. I saw what I wanted and went after it, knowing there was always a chance it wouldn't work out. But at least I tried, and even rejection wouldn't stop me from continuing to push myself in the future. We can never give up on our dreams, no matter how many doors get closed. Or how many "no's" we may hear. We can't give up on ourselves and what we want in life. Only we can control our futures. I took mine by the horns and there's no turning back.<br />
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And so, I start my new position in mid-November after a well deserved vacation that Jay and I will be taking <i>back</i> to Aruba. We are heading to where our first week of marriage began (on our honeymoon). We will be able to revisit the places we shared together as we started and celebrated our newlywed life. And what a way to kick off a new job! I'm telling you, the timing of it all could not be more perfect. It truly is a sign that everything happens for a reason. As long as we take control of our future and go after what we believe in, everything then seems to fall into place. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-72742876246228429602014-10-07T07:07:00.001-04:002014-10-07T08:26:35.145-04:00The Life We LeafThe changing of the seasons always makes me take a step back and think about the meaning of <i>change</i> in general. The leaves on the trees don't just decide one day that they want to be a different color. They turn into hues of reds and oranges because they adapt to the colder environment. They no longer need to produce ingredients that help them grow. Much in the same, we make changes because we are thrown into situations of everyday life. We wear warmer clothes because the temperature drops. We turn off the air conditioning because we can be comfortable with the windows open. But unlike leaves, we also have the ability to change when we <i>want</i> to. Because we can make decisions whether they are smart choices or not our finest moments. And then comes the caveat - we must learn to deal with the aftermath of the decisions we make that could alter the rest of our futures. It's kind of scary to think about how much power we can hold from making a choice. How a mere action or thought can steer us into one direction or another. Change can be good, but can it also be bad?<br />
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We can take the word "change" and spin it into almost any shape or form. We often hear "change is good." But what about when it wasn't<i> our</i> choice? What if it was the only way and you had to just accept it and continue to live your life? There are things in my life that I will never seem to understand. Things that I cannot control. Things that maybe I wasn't directly related to, but rippled it's way into my life and has affected me and my course. We all experience impacts like this, and I know I am not alone. Part of it makes me angry because I wish I could control the things that alter my life. I guess that's why they call it life - it's our general, random, principle of existence. We live and we learn. We exist and then we're gone. I don't mean to sound morbid, but the speck of our existence is a microscopic dot that falls into a short time-span of the world and all its history.<br />
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You see how my mind starts to wander from just the thought of change? Such a concept can snowball into something much larger than us. But what about the things we can control? And that we can change? The good kind of change? The things that make every day worthwhile? What would be the point of living if we couldn't control our existence? Questions could continue to spiral on and on. But at least I know I have the power and the right to make things happen in my own life. And hopefully those decisions don't negatively affect someone else. It's just my way of adapting to change. The best and worst. What I can decide and what I must adjust to. After all, we all seem to be leaves on a bigger tree. We just happen to have two ways of making things happen.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-61403710418437319202014-09-25T10:00:00.003-04:002014-09-25T10:00:28.273-04:00L'shanah tovahToday we will be celebrating the Jewish New Year. One of my favorite components about being in an interfaith marriage is that you get the best of both worlds. Jay and I are very firm in believing that we can mesh our traditions together. Neither one of us is religious, but when it comes to family and culture we would rather blend than choose one over the other.<br />
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Although this is the 5th year I will be celebrating Rosh Hashanah, it is still a relatively new concept. I was always so used to the New Year being an evening out on the town on December 31st, anxiously waiting for the ball-drop and kissing the one I love. But now I realize that this occasion means more than just dipping an apple in honey. It is not about resolutions for the next year, rather it is looking back on the previous and reflecting on challenges you may have faced. And how to overcome them in the future.<br />
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I feel the need to take advantage of this moment and look inward at my own journey this past year. A lot has certainly changed - not only did we get married but we moved back to New Jersey. I mourned the loss and are still always thinking about my Grandpa and my first dog Roxy. There are many nights where they appear in my dreams and I am convinced it is a sign that they are watching over me. I became an aunt to the most amazing nephew, Judd. It amazes me every time I see him, he changes. I started a new job at the end of December and would not trade it for the world. Everything has had a reason for making some sort of sense in my life, whether it is good or bad. We can't control all the events that take place, but we can learn from them and carry them with us. And mold into the shape that we will become.<br />
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There aren't key things that call out to me as mistakes I have made. Sure, I could always acquire a little more patience. I could say that I will try not to let my emotions get the best of me. But in regards to mistakes - I don't necessarily agree with the word itself. Mistakes are really life-lessons. Whether we like to admit it, they help us grow into stronger individuals. They help us realize what we need from life. I try to live with no regrets. I would not be who I am today without being tested by life itself.<br />
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Rosh Hashanah has given me the chance to really explore these feelings and take a look back at the previous year. So l'chaim, here's to life. And to change. And lessons learned. And all of the in between.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-49136105573962406092014-09-22T06:54:00.002-04:002014-09-22T06:54:27.729-04:00Decisions - What Makes Them Worth ItChange is good, or so they usually say. But we often can find ourselves struggling between making a change or taking the safer route and staying in our comfort zone. At what point is it time to cut your losses?<br />
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I found myself asking these questions as I waited over an hour to get my tire changed. My car was almost six years old and she'd been through a lot with me. But many little things were seemingly falling apart on a routine basis. I was putting more and more money into something that lost its luster. Why should I invest in this when I could put it towards something to possibly love? It became a tug of war between the girl I was and the young woman I have become. I laughed as I realized that one itty bitty flat tire snowballed into getting a new car. And by Wednesday last week, Jay and I were sailing home in a new Chrysler 300. </div>
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Now that I've had a few days to let it sink in, I knew it was the right decision at this point in my life. Who knows, maybe a year or so down the road Jay and I will be ready to expand our family. Maybe then we will<i> need </i>more space, so why not get some practice now? I mean this car is practically a boat, with an engine that is larger than my torso. And man does it glide. I feel so safe when I get behind the wheel, and not to mention badass.</div>
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My main point to this whole ordeal is that maybe we don't always feel like we're ready for change. But we roll with the punches, and we take opportunities when we can. I am a firm believer in working hard and enjoying what you earn. I am proud to say that I did this on my own (outside of Jay's fabulous negotiation skills). The fact of the matter is that I didn't have to depend on anyone to make this dream a reality. And although we may be nervous when things are new and different, we must remember that everything happens for a reason. We get tested and we pull through. We work hard and we reap the benefits. We live our lives and try to enjoy every moment. And in this moment, I'm enjoying my new whip. But now all I need is to give her a good name - I will gladly accept suggestions, as long as they are within reason. Here's to new beginnings!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-36859333873058302512014-09-15T14:46:00.000-04:002014-09-15T14:46:01.402-04:00Flat Tire FabHappy Monday! Of course there is no better way than to start off the week with a flat tire! Luckily for Jay's planning and Allstate roadside assistance, I was back on the road in no time. However, this morning's events did get me thinking about "bumps in the road," and little parts of life that are unexpected that we have to encounter. And conquer. Whether it's fixing a tire or dealing with a larger issue, we must be ready to face the world.<br />
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I think the key is staying patient. And if you don't have patience (like myself), this task can be easier said than done. Take my example of the flat tire - they told me 45 minutes but I really ended up waiting almost an hour and a half. If I didn't keep my cool, the provider may have received more than a $10 bill. More like my attitude and a "see ya never, bye."<br />
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In times of need, we need to have a tight support system. I wouldn't be half the person I am without my husband. Forget about making decisions on a tire! He is there for me at the drop of a dime, I know I can trust him to make important decisions that could impact my safety. I also have the most amazing friends who will not only listen to me vent unconditionally, but will pick me up and take me to work. And I can't deny that my family is <i>always</i> there, no matter how messy the situation.<br />
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Last but not least, we need to believe in ourselves. One of my favorite quotes of all time enlightens, "The road to success is always under construction." And how appropriate for this scenario! We are continuously tested each and every day, from the tiniest of mishaps like a flat, to the dilemmas that never seem to resolve. But there is hope, my friends, as long as the person you depend on the most is yourself. Keep truckin!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-2367250471081186272014-09-12T06:57:00.002-04:002014-09-12T06:57:44.620-04:00How Habitual Are We?You never really know someone until you live with them. And in all actuality, if you are even compatible to live together. I always thought moving in with a man would be easy, especially one that tended to be a neat-freak. When I was the one who didn't mind leaving dishes in the sink, or unopened mail fanned out on the entire counter (although this isn't the case anymore, how the tables have turned). But as your styles blend, so do your habits. Sometimes they clash more than they mesh and you have to learn to adapt. Other times you accept there are things you cannot change, including the things that you yourself are guilty of doing. It is a complete life adjustment and like most things, takes time. It's always entertaining to look back and poke fun at the little quirks that make us who we are. Are we truly creatures of habit?<br />
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For this post, I am trying to keep in mind the dictionary definition of a habit. "An acquired behavior pattern regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary. Customary practice or use."<br />
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A few of mine for example, some of which I have hinted at before. I am not particularly proud of these and admit that I am mildly compulsive. One - I absolutely HAVE to lock the door as soon as I step foot in the apartment. God forbid someone breaks in the building for that split second and I can save myself from getting robbed! I mean get real, I know in my head it won't happen. But the locked door always wins this battle. Two - I like to have a cup of tea after dinner. For some reason, I like to leave my mugs just about anywhere, with the teabag still in and drying up long after the tea is gone. They sometimes miss the dishwasher being turned on and have to wait for the next run. Three - Hair, hair, and more hair. No matter what I do, there is always a stray strand that was missed and left behind, usually on the bathroom floor. Or by the sink. Or shower. I'm sure most women can relate that it is impossible to keep up with how much we shed. Four - I now have my own particular way to make the bed. Which pillows go where. And the crease I like to karate-chop into the middle of the decorative ones. These are only a few to name, the list could ramble on but I may start to embarrass myself.<br />
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Let's not forget about the men. My husband has his habits, too. And not to put him on the spot, as I'm sure he wouldn't be happy knowing I was divulging all of his patterns. I'll just share a few that are light-hearted and non-humiliating. One - he looks in the fridge right before he leaves the apartment and right before he goes to bed. Nothing is changing and no new food is appearing, yet he likes to take a look at what's there (and possibly have a snack). Two - Even when he's watching one of his favorite shows or sporting events, he still needs to see what else is on TV by clicking the guide button and scrolling during commercials. Which always makes me worried we'll miss part of the show! Three - Leaving shoes just about anywhere. More than likely in the exact spots where they came off. And don't get moved until usually someone (me) picks them up. Or perhaps we have a shoe fairy?<br />
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Although most of the habits I listed above are the silly things we notice in the day to day, there are also good patterns so important to our routine. Things like never going to bed angry, saying "I love you every night" before we go to sleep, and giving each other a kiss before leaving for work in the morning. Habits don't have to be about cleaning, chores, and tangible items. The way we treat our significant others and our emotional demeanor can speak leaps and bounds. Habits can be characteristics and qualities that we possess that make us who we are. Like patience, kindness, and compassion. And if there are little things you and your man could live without (like that drawer that <i>always</i> seems to be open), you could always work at breaking the pattern. As long as you're both willing!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-68308797080474775212014-09-10T08:47:00.000-04:002014-09-10T08:47:02.349-04:00Last days at the VineyardAlready on the third full day back at home, but definitely not adjusted into my regular routine. I am hoping that the nostalgia of this last photo diary will bring me back to the place I was only last week.<br />
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One of the best beaches we visited is called Moshup. The cliffs are layers and layers of clay and sediment. I've never been to the Grand Canyon, but this beach always reminds me of its rich, red hues. You walk down a long path from the dirt parking lot to stumble upon the most beautiful shoreline I've ever seen (no filters necessary in these photos).<br />
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The only thing that throws me off each time I visit this beach - the closer you get to the cliffs, the closer you are to the nude beach so beware!</div>
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The last beach we explored on Friday is State Beach. This is known as the baby beach because there are literally no waves and the water is shallow, perfect for the little ones. Also perfect for me to add shells to my collection (probably one of the dorkiest things I do, but I love it). Jay made a little throne in the sand for our nephew, Judd.</div>
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That night was Jay and I's early celebration for our one-year anniversary. Where better to eat than the famous Black Dog? We split a clambake for two, which came with chowder, mussels, clams, two 1 1/4 lb. lobsters, potatoes, corn, and some thing that looks like kielbasa (I can't remember the name - something like linguisa). </div>
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With full bellies, we were on our way to the last full day on the Vineyard. Judd rode the carousel for the first time and we ate lunch at Nancy's for their fried clams. Sunday made its way and we were on our way home. </div>
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Looking back, it was an amazing vacation. Full of family time and adventures. One of the best ways to kick off the month of September, which you know is the month of our anniversary. I am already eager to go back next summer and revisit the place that is so dear to my heart.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-34989080831814288702014-09-08T06:52:00.002-04:002014-09-08T06:52:48.704-04:00Happy One Year Anniversary - 9/8/13Although I still have some photos left to log from our week at the Vineyard, it is necessary to pause and remember what today was for Jay and I exactly one year ago. September 8th - this day will always hold its concrete imprint in my heart and in my mind. It is the day we vowed to spend the rest of our lives together.<br />
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And so I dedicate this post to my husband, my best friend, the love of my life. We said I do, moved back home, became an aunt and uncle, and began the rest of our life as one. We have accomplished so much together and I am so proud of every decision we have made as a team.<br />
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Jay - my love has grown each and every day as we grow together. You are the strongest, most compassionate person I have ever met and I am honored to share my life with you. Happy Anniversary, here's to a lifetime of happiness and companionship.<br />
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With this post, I also want to share my exact vows that I wrote and renounced during our ceremony. I meant every word, you have my promise that this will always hold true.<br />
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<i>I vow from this day until forever that my heart belongs to
you. My love for you continues to grow
and evolve each day, no matter what the circumstance. You have showed me what
true and unconditional love is, and I am so grateful to have you in my life. </i></div>
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<i>You make up for my imperfections, you make me a better
person. I never thought I would meet my husband on the first day of my very
first job. And look where we are now,
three and a half years later. You are my
best friend and I trust you with all of my heart. </i></div>
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<i>Sometimes I can’t believe how alike we are. We share the same
passions and can practically finish each other’s sentences. We have the same
level of patience, which isn’t that high, yet you still always bring out the
best in me. I am a stronger and better person with you by my side.</i></div>
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<i>I promise to support you through whatever comes our way, to
appreciate all of the things you do for me. I promise to respect you and put
you first. I will be there to laugh with you and lift you up when you are down.
I promise to encourage you and inspire you, as you do for me every day without
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<i>I am so excited to start the beginning of the rest of my
life with you. Each day is a new adventure and I’m honored to know that you
will experience it with me. You have made me a believer in true love. I love you."</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-56588636713950848752014-09-04T10:34:00.001-04:002014-09-04T10:34:08.609-04:00Vineyard AdventuresWell, we are now on day 5 at Martha's Vineyard. Slightly tanner and feeling good as the weather seems to get better as each day passes. The morning fog is gone and the sun is shining.<br />
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The past couple days have been full of sweat and sand. Tuesday we went to South Beach, where the waves are rough and you need to get the timing just right to run into the ocean. I made sure of this considering I watched a girl wipe-out and roll up onto shore - she got hit by a wave and the next thing I knew, her feet were in the air with no body in sight.<br />
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Notice how there isn't anyone really on the beach. Jay said this is how he remembers it when he was little. Before all of the hype of "this is where the Presidents go on vacation," because a lot of people didn't really know about it. It was their hidden gem that became popular as they aged. But after Labor Day weekend and school opening, the island has felt like the old days. Less people and more room for us to breathe and explore. </div>
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That night we went into town for dinner at the Sweet Life Cafe. A little french bistro with tables outside and Christmas tree lights all dwindled up in the vines. </div>
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Each night has ended with more ice cream than I normally can bear, but I figure, why not? I'm on the vineyard after all.<br />
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Wednesday morning, Caryn and I went for a run on the bike path. We surprised ourselves when we realized we went 3 miles! I am feeling it more so today as the soreness is seeping though my muscles. It was also the morning the men went to play golf, so my mother-in-law and I decided to take a trip to Glassworks. They literally blow and melt glass into any shape and size. Wednesday, they were making pumpkins.<br />
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The top of the stairs was the home to their art gallery, full of light and glass figures (very pricey but that is fine art for ya). We went back downstairs, paid for my pumpkins, and were on our way back home to get ready for the beach.<br />
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The choice of the day was Long Point, a wildlife refuge where you ride 3 miles on a dirt road before you park next to two paths. One leads to the fresh water pond and the other to the beach. We took the beach route (the pond was nearly another mile of a walk). It was already 3 in the afternoon and only a few people left by the water.<br />
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These pictures were taken around 5pm, and by then everyone else was gone except Jay and I. We waited until the sun napped behind the clouds and walked back to the car. Dinner was Jay's famous mussels dish that we are excited to compare to the original recipe at the Black Dog when we go for dinner on Friday. Another day closer to our anniversary! September 8th will be here soon enough, and will mark our first year of marriage. This week has definitely been an amazing way to lead up to our day.<br />
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Are the rules different on an island? Can we shut off our minds from the everyday life and just go with the flow? I have to admit, it took me some time to realize I was on vacation. But now onto Day 3, especially knowing the Labor Day crowd has taken the last ferry off of Martha's Vineyard, I can steam ahead and enjoy my time off.<br />
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Jay and I had an early start on Sunday morning. We finished packing up our last minute items, double-checked the apartment and said "see ya in a week." The drive wasn't even as bad as we anticipated but we made sure we gave ourselves some extra time.<br />
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After about 3 1/2 hours of a drive, we arrived at the Woods Hole Steamship Authority. Lucky for us, there was open space to hop on an earlier ferry, so we drove onto the small freight boat and set sail for the Vineyard.<br />
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The rest of the day went by pretty fast as we met up with Dave, Caryn, and Judd (my brother and sister-in-laws and nephew), and Sherry and Steve (my mother and father-in-laws). We scoped out our house and the surrounding area. I cooked my mom's recipe of penne vodka for dinner and with full bellies we slept soundly. Excited for what tomorrow would bring.<br />
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Monday's adventure would be bike rides and fresh seafood. I took a short ride with Dave and Caryn while we waited for Steve and Jay to come back with the famous apple fritters. Keep in mind the size of this thing is about 10 x 6.<br />
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Feeling refreshed from breakfast, I convinced Jay to come back out with me for my second bike ride. Little did he know we would end up riding all the way into Edgartown and back (about a 12 mile hike). The way there seemed alot shorter of course, and by the end we had the speed settings down low to prevent our legs from collapsing (at least they felt like that).<br />
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We went all the way to the spot where we got engaged two years ago. It felt like it was yesterday, even though the nostalgia seemed to seep in as we heard other people talking about how this was the spot where "he proposed." It must be a popular destination for a man to put a ring on his girl. We sat on the very bench in awe and noticed that people were coming out of the lighthouse. I had never gone down the path, so we decided to investigate for ourselves.<br />
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A woman was sitting at the bottom at a little table and told us that for $5 would could go to the top. Jay chose to watch me explore and take pictures from the bottom, so up to the top I went. The stairs spiraled like the inside of a seashell. Then, once you got to the top, a ladder waited for you to climb out onto the balcony. I could hear the wind howling and got a little nervous, there was no turning back. I had come this far after all!<br />
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I now saw the world around me in a panoramic view. I held tight to my phone and water bottle so I could snap a few photos, take a deep breath in, and go back down.<br />
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What will we do today? Once the morning fog clears, we are hoping to head to the beach and catch some rays. Dinner reservations are for 8:30pm at Sweet Life so we will have plenty of time to spend outside.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-56877188036596042962014-08-29T08:47:00.002-04:002014-08-29T08:51:54.225-04:00Literally, A Trip Down Memory LaneWho's eager for the long weekend?! 5pm can't roll around soon enough. But at the same time, I need to keep reminding myself that I took a full week of vacation from work to join the Delinko's on our annual vacation to Martha's Vineyard. That last day of work always seems like a big ball of stress - trying to button up as much as I can while remembering that work will still be here when I get back.<br />
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Yesterday I read a post from newly-followed blog Simple Capacity, that inspired me to kind of just "let it go." That's what vacations are, right? To get away from your current reality, to try new things and see what life is all about. We get so caught up in the everyday - the get up, go to work, come home, cook dinner, watch TV, shower, sleep, repeat. Day in and day out. I am so excited for a week-long getaway to revisit a place that is so dear to me. The place where Jay and I got engaged back in 2012. And it will be our one-year anniversary when we return! I have a feeling this trip will be just as, and if not, more meaningful than ever.<br />
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Once we hit that ferry Sunday afternoon, I will let all my worries and anxiety drift away in the distance. This trip will not only put me on a metaphorical island, away from it all - Martha's Vineyard is literally an island. So I will definitely take advantage of the space between. Jay woke me up this morning and whispered (half in his sleep, with one eye open), "..one more day." One more day of work, and then we are smooth sailing!<br />
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I am going to try to document this trip as much as I can - I hope to relive the steps we took as we walked to the cliff overlooking the lighthouse where Jay proposed. I will make sure to divulge in all of the amazing food one can get near the ocean. Fresh-caught fish, lobster, the works! And let's not forget the fritters, which are about the size of two fists, but the bellyache will linger for days. That is OK in my book because they are the most incredible fritters I've ever had. Not like your old Dunkin Donuts fritter. This thing is sold like drugs out of the backdoor of a bakery. You can buy them late at night and wait in line for probably an hour. But it is so worth it!<br />
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This may be a great opportunity to try out the whole photo diary that I see people doing on bloglovin. What's better than telling a story through pictures? And Martha's Vineyard will do itself justice.<br />
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Here are a few flashbacks of our last trip. Hope everyone has an amazing long weekend!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-7817157906423021802014-08-27T06:55:00.001-04:002014-08-27T06:55:14.444-04:00Perks of Work - Finding Love on the JobNew to the working world and eager to make an impact; Fresh out of college and excited to take on the world. I was young and pretty clueless when I started my first full-time job in New York City. Those few weeks in the beginning put me in a whirlwind of buses, bustling people, small offices, expensive lunches, and an even longer ride home. The commute from New Jersey into the City was almost as confusing as the passengers on board. Nobody wants to help you out and no one cares that you exist. You're lucky if you even get acknowledged with a quick glance or a nudge down the aisle. What was I getting myself into? I remember the feeling so clearly. A mixture of nerves and anxiety, but the good kind of anxious. When you don't really know what to expect but you know your life will never be the same. How will my first day go? Would I make friends? Would I even make it through Port Authority? Lucky for me, I had probably the best first day a young woman could have. And the best thing I got from it all was my husband.<br />
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Yes, this is the story of "Us." This is where it all began. I was fidgety as I sat at my new desk in an attempt to try and let it all sink in. And get passed that overwhelmed state where you get introduced to a million people but can only remember one or two names. Then, this confident (but not cocky) young man in slacks and a button down, with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, waltzed over to me and introduced himself as Jay. The usual small-talk came next, "Where you from?" and as I answered Parsippany, a smile came to his face. Something along the lines of "No way, I'm from West Orange," and as he finished his sentence I realized he only grew up maybe 10-15 miles down the road. A 20 minute drive on a bad day. I remember thinking what a coincidence it was that I trekked all the way into NYC and met someone that I could have passed driving down the highway hundreds of thousands of times. We realized we had a lot in common and the rest is history as our friendship evolved into a relationship.</div>
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I look at all the dating world has out there today, whether it is online, a bar, or even a quick stop at Starbucks. Why count out the place where you reside from 8-5? People used to snark, "I don't know how you guys work together. Didn't you get sick of each other?" My honest answer was always "no," which sounds crazy. But it worked for us. And I'm not saying that it will stand true for everyone. Jay and I were able to diverge ourselves in our jobs and keep professional. I wouldn't even see him for most of the day unless we made a point to have lunch together. It's actually one of the things I miss now because we recently went down our own paths at two different companies. Since moving back to New Jersey, Jay commutes into the City (oh how the tables have turned), and I drive myself to the other side of town. But at least I know I'm coming home to the same person that I met over four years ago on the first day of my very first job. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-82147446149097255282014-08-25T06:57:00.001-04:002014-08-25T06:57:07.594-04:00Learning From a Little One - Becoming An AuntWhenever I declare that I'm not ready to have a baby, majority of the response I receive is, "You're never really ready. And then when it happens, it becomes second nature." If that is the case, I think Jay and I will take our time. In reality though, I think it is impossible to be prepared for any major life change, whether it's becoming a mom, or even becoming an aunt. I never knew what to expect when my first nephew came into the world eight months ago. It's hard to believe that so much has changed in under a year. How much one tiny human being has had such an impact on the person I am and who I eventually will become. All it took was one look, which eventually turned into a smile, and Judd Harrison had my heart.<br />
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I have to admit, when Judd was born I was deathly afraid to hold him. I hadn't been around babies since my brother (and I was only 5 at the time). The anxiety kicked in when it was my turn to hold him. But I knew all I needed to do was sit incredibly still and everything would be alright. Judd's calmness eased my fears as I held him in my arms (although I was awkward as hell). I remember he was sleeping for most of the visit, but for that one moment, he opened his eyes and looked at me as if he knew who I was. I knew my life was never going to be the same. At that moment, I decided I would be that role model for him as he gets older. I want to be there to support my brother and sister-in-laws whenever they need me. To stop by, babysit, or even just be there if they need a familiar adult face. It is so important to me that I be in his life and I wouldn't change it for the world. And I know when it is mine and Jay's turn, Judd will be the cousin that our child can look up to. And play with, and take family vacations down the shore. It is an unbreakable bond and it will be cherished forever.<br />
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Judd is special in so many ways, but one in particular that I adore is that he shares the same birthday as my dad. And Christmas Eve at that! There will be so many things to look forward to this winter. By that time, I have the feeling Judd will be walking. He's already crawling, but in a downward dog position on his feet! I've never seen anything quite like it. The kid is strong and boy, is he quick. I spent my Friday off last week with my sister-in-law Caryn and the Juddster. To my amazement, he was picking himself up on the safety gate all by himself! And not only standing, but bobbing up and down like he was dancing. If I didn't know better and met a baby like Judd on the street, I would think he's closer to ten months old. He is so smart and eager to observe the world around him. He even looks different each time I see him - I notice the smallest of changes, like more hair on his head and new facial expressions. It has been a journey to watch him grow and I don't even know what to expect in the next week, or the next month even. But I do know that I'm loving every minute of it.<br />
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Judd has also helped me realize that I <i>will </i>be a good mom someday. And although I may not think I'm ready for it, I could evolve into that maternal figure. For now, I can enjoy witnessing all of his defining moments. I can learn from Judd just like he can learn from me. Practice makes perfect, after all. And there is nothing better than learning from your own nephew.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-71566540787756808362014-08-22T09:28:00.000-04:002014-08-22T09:28:07.632-04:00Quick Re-Read: The GiverTwo book posts in a row? Is this girl nuts? It may seem slightly over-achieving, but not when I picked up Lois Lowry's <i>The Giver</i> for a second time. I got my hands on this small paperback in middle school and dreaded the read because its sole purpose was for summer curriculum. We were forced into this selection as we would field discussions and quizzes in class come September. But <i>The Giver</i> was different then as it is now. It was probably one of the first books I ever completed for school and actually enjoyed. To read in a second run was even better - I literally opened to the first page on Monday and finished last night.<br />
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Most of you I'm sure know that the movie came out on 8/15. I recently joined a book club and this was on our list. Eager to see if I would remember anything, I dove in quickly and was shocked that I had no true recollection of the plot. The story takes place in a utopian world where there is no pain, no feeling, no emotion. Lowry refers to this living state as Sameness. The communities are regulated by a council with organization so superior that it is the norm. The main character, Jonas, is about to learn his fate when his occupation is assigned to him as "the Receiver" during the ceremony of the Twelves (twelve-year-olds). I guess in this society, they believe you are an adult at the young age of twelve. Could you imagine what life would be like if your fate was handed to you at twelve? I couldn't even make a mature decision of my own at the age of 21, let alone 12! As the Receiver, Jonas bears the burden of taking in all memories of the past from the previous Receiver, now known as the Giver (how original). He witness the "before Sameness" when things were much different. The good memories and the bad. He discovers what life could really offer and questions the only state he has ever known.<br />
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I do not regret my decision on re-reading <i>The Giver.</i> I am actually surprised that they chose this book for a 6th grade summer read, because it was graphic at times and explored topics that I probably wasn't ready to face as a young adult. It made much more sense reading now and I really hope the movie doesn't spoil the true message behind the tale.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-31257458324185859962014-08-20T09:02:00.000-04:002014-08-20T09:02:22.433-04:00Book Review: Gone GirlOne of life's biggest challenges is finding extra time in each day. And once we realize we have a spare second to relax, how do we use that time? More recently than ever I've picked up reading again. When it becomes an elective pastime instead of school curriculum, we can find things that we enjoy and read for leisure. I tend to stray off the bandwagon until a novel has long fell off the radar from when it first came on the scene, and one I had been hearing a lot about Gillian Flynn's <i>Gone Girl. </i>The cover image is slightly intimidating with frail, red lettering and a black background. Was I setting myself up for trouble? Would this book be disturbing and keep me up at night? It was worth a shot to at least begin reading to see if it sparked any interest. And as the days went by and I got deeper and deeper, I couldn't stop. I was actually sad when I turned the last page, but looking back I am pleased that I spent that sought after extra time reading this tale.<br />
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I don't want to give too much away, especially to those who are considering to read <i>Gone Girl</i>. It is one of those stories where you bounce back and forth from side to side, hearing the tale from two narrators, who just happen to be husband and wife. It is easy to follow because each person alternates chapter by chapter. It begins with the love story of how the duo met in the Big City (NYC). Then, flashing forward to the hot, southern backdrop of the Mississippi, Amy Dunne goes missing on their fifth wedding anniversary. The reader is questioning "who done it?" over and over again. It is difficult to speculate even though we all have our theories; Was there a motive for Nick Dunne? Did he want to escape his marriage? Is it someone from Amy's past? You end up playing games in your mind like a game of chess, when really the easy answer isn't always the right and obvious one.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-3621834173438104842014-08-18T07:00:00.002-04:002014-08-18T07:00:17.815-04:00Facing Our Faces<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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I have never been one of those people to use anything more than SPF 30. Hell, I'm lucky if I use 15. Like most of us, we enjoy building that summer glow as we bask in the sun and pray for a cloudless day. Even after my last annual trip to the dermatologist; I didn't need a little old (but adorably sincere) man stress the importance of wearing a tee shirt as I sit next to the pool. "You have an over abundance of beauty marks on your shoulders, arms, and chest. Make sure to use that SPF 50!" Okay doc, thank you so much (in my head I'm laughing and thinking yeah, right)! Aren't they called beauty marks for a reason?! Now I'm really starting to believe they are equivalent to the rings inside a tree trunk. Every ring equals another year of life. Maybe the more beauty marks we have, the more "wise" we are? However we try to spin it, we need to keep in mind that we're not suffering the consequences now, but we may in the future.<br />
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Getting back to my initial proposition: what is the right age to anti-age? The answer is really up to the individual. I'm not going to sit here and say that I regret slabbing baby oil on my body as my only means of protection as a teen. I may have waited until 27 to start taking new measures, particularly for my face, but here are some of the best products I've used (some of which I currently include in my daily regimen). It's true, the price of healthy skin can start to accumulate, but it may just save us the trouble later on. So I will do what I can with what money I have and hope that the future me will say thank you.<br />
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1. <u>Clean & Clear Dual Action Moisturizer</u> - Around $7.00 a bottle, this lotion was my go-to for majority of my life. Oil-free is one of the key components I look for, not to mention it's acne fighting ingredients. However, as I've gotten older, I've realized I may not need to focus on acne and more about the preservation of my skin.</div>
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2. <u>Hawaiian Tropic Face</u> - This is a newbie that goes for $9.99 and has really made a splash this summer. I literally had to order from Amazon because I failed to find it in stock at several pharmacies. It's light-weight feel is perfect for summer and also protects your skin with SPF 30. And the smell is delicious! Whenever I know I'm going out into the sun for long periods of time, I use this as my moisturizer. </div>
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3. <u>Estee Lauder Collection</u> - A line that has literally stood the test of time. I was introduced to Estee Lauder by one of their most loyal customers (and one of the most beautiful), my mom. Found in almost every department store, these lotions can run more expensive than the drugstore brands, but most people swear by the long term effects. </div>
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4. <u>Loreal Revitalift Double Lifting</u> - I discovered this in CVS in the fall of last year, interested in the packaging and wondering if it works. For about $18, this lotion claims to firm and tighten the appearance of your skin using both a moisturizer and gel. I definitely can agree that it aids, however you seem to run out of the gel much faster than the moisturizer. I ended up only using this around my eyes after I apply my regular moisturizer in the morning. </div>
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5. <u>Algenist Firming & Lifting</u> - This is definitely one of the most pricey products I've used, almost $100 a jar, but it lasts a long time and you don't need to use much. Since adding this to my morning and night routines, I've noticed my face looks firmer and less sunken in (as I've continued to drop lbs on Weight Watchers). I have oily skin and I really don't see this effecting breakouts. Also, most firming creams separate a morning cream and night cream which can tend to increase your cost so using this for both is beneficial. </div>
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I'm curious to see what other suggestions you may have out there. In the end, I believe women should choose to prevent aging when they deem it necessary. There is no set age because we are all exposed to different amounts of sun, pollution, etc. I just happened to start over the past year and I'm already seeing the positives. Let's face it, it is OK to age, as long as we stay smart about it and true to ourselves. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-49289994369459374012014-08-15T10:50:00.002-04:002014-08-15T10:50:56.561-04:00Happy Half-a-Century Meredith (aka SolelyMer) !When I was little, I couldn't stand the mini-me trailing behind me in every step I took. "Are you twins?" "You look like twins" "Really, you're not? Who's older?" The years would pass, and our nappy hair would continue to grow longer and knottier. Sure, we all had our tantrums as children growing up with sisters. Pulling hair, stealing each other's barbies (and popping off their heads), "borrowing" clothes (or wearing the same outfit on purpose). But as we got older, the age gap of two years seemed to close. This little sister of mine was no longer little - she had matured into the young woman that she is today. I have watched her grow from her ear-piercing screech to an eerily identical (and nasally) interpretation of Britney Spears. In all seriousness, Meredith is one of the most beautiful people I know inside and out and today is her birthday! Not just any ordinary birthday. SolelyMer is 25! A whopping quarter of a century. I know this sounds intimidating, especially to spring chickens such as herself, but she has no idea how her 25 years of life have impacted mine.<br />
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Firstly, I need to thank Meredith for massively improving my sense of style. It would probably be non-existent if she did not step in and demand that I stop wearing clothes that did not flatter my curvier figure. Before I would go out, I would seek her stamp of approval (which I almost never got on the first attempt). Let's just say some of us need more guidance than others! Meredith has always had that instinct of what works and what doesn't. Her eye for fashion and beauty was self-taught and is always evolving.<br />
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Second, and more importantly, she has ALWAYS been there for me. Even when I moved to Buffalo for 2 1/2 years, even when I was over 600 miles away, I knew I could count on her. I realized that relationships, even if you don't talk everyday, can still be just as strong and loving as any other. She is basically my twin, after all, so we must have that 6th sense. Whenever I need advice or a jolt back into reality (considering we all know how OCD I can be), or just a hug, I know I can count on Meredith. The past couple years have definitely had their ups and downs, a few tests of our own strength, and we have been able to stick together through it all.<br />
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She has one of the biggest hearts of anyone I've ever known, and I would do anything to make sure she is happy. I will be there for her in all of life's moments, as she was there to fluff my gown and hold my bouquet when I said "I do."<br />
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So Meredith, I hope you have a Happy Birthday and are enjoying the beach and sun in Wildwood today. Thank you for being the best sister and friend I could ever asked for. I am proud that we are family and today celebrates you and only you! Love you!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-15034422167528298712014-08-13T08:55:00.000-04:002014-08-13T08:55:25.664-04:00Happy Birthday Rocksters!Today my little man (and by little man I mean cat) turns 3! For my fellow cat lovers, or pet lovers in general, we know how important our fur babies are in our lives. I can't help that I am obsessed with his little face and whiskers. Rocky may only be three years old, but I have enjoyed every minute watching him grow from a time where he used to fit on top of the cable box without a foot or paw dangling over the side.<br />
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I may be a little bias, but Rocky is one good looking cat. Although Jay believes in his heart that Rocky is really a tiger - when we signed the lease to our apartment, we had to include the details of our pet (breed, color, etc). Jay jotted down without hesitation, "orange with black stripes." Now either Jay is colorblind, or he really believes that our feline friend is a tiger. Either way, Rocky has been the best addition to our family and one of the best things we took out of Buffalo.<br />
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So, Happy Birthday to my sweet little Rocky. Here's to three years of life and many, many more!<br />
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These are a few of my favs, from the first year we got him. :) Meow!</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06807233189023478497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532237153543189086.post-46449662252311554712014-08-12T13:00:00.002-04:002014-08-12T13:00:37.757-04:00Are We Who We Say We Are?Ahh, young love. We all remember what it's like when we first start dating someone. The constant butterflies, the need to be with that person at all times. And if we're not, we're either thinking about them, texting them, or calling. Getting to know someone is usually the best part - we find out things in common, favorite things, dislikes, phobias, habits. But are we <i>really </i>getting to know them?<br />
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I admit, when Jay and I first started dating, I wanted to seem a lot more interesting than I really am. I definitely was more laid back and "go with the flow." I was always up for new adventures and taking risks. Sneaking into the wrong (but closer) section to the field at the Yankees game. Walking into the VIP of just about any venue. On the outside I seemed cool and collected, on the inside I was paranoid as hell that we would get caught. But I did it anyway because I wanted to impress my man.<br />
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If Jay asked me tomorrow to sneak into anything, even a movie theater - I would deflect. And probably cause a scene if he tried to force me. He knows how I am now, and nothing inside of me has really changed. I'm just letting him see how I really feel. The real me. Without my hidden agenda of keeping the cool factor.<br />
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This exact thought really got me rationalizing - who are the people we fall in love with? Are are we ourselves but in a different form? My friend tells me, "It's like Chris Rock says - we begin by dating a representative of the person." And you know what? I actually agree. There is too much at risk in the beginning. You don't want to freak that person out because maybe you're a little OCD about locking the apartment door as soon as you get in the house. Maybe you like peeing with the bathroom door open, regardless of the time. Maybe you insist on checking to make sure the door is locked before going to bed. Even if you're husband says it's locked and assures you it IS locked. We don't show all of our habits because we don't want to scare men away. And if that's just us, do men do this too? I will more than likely ask my husband later today, but I can almost guarantee that they do..<br />
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I just want to note this disclaimer if my husband reads this - Jay - I am who I say I am. It's not that I've changed, I've just let you see every side of me. I'm sure there are things you kept from me in the beginning as well, and that is OK. We probably wouldn't be here, 4 years later (one of which being married, well, almost one year in September) if we didn't keep those little nuisances to ourselves. You first met me as a 22 year old girl, who is now a 27 year old woman. I've been through quite a bit in my life and I knew what I wanted. And that is you. So either you take this creepily or hopefully love me more. In the end, you have me, along with the good and the bad, and most certainly the true me.<br />
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Here's a throwback (note the timestamp) of a time where I'm sure we cut a few lines to get into the bar at the W in Hoboken, NJ. ;)</div>
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