tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74144804452145573102024-03-13T01:42:10.843-04:00Break Up Bucket ListI read with every broken heart we should become more adventurous.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16148399298472797453noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414480445214557310.post-78096599653429059112013-06-26T14:04:00.002-04:002013-06-26T14:04:29.886-04:00Goodbye Break Up Bucket List <div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I can't believe I haven't blogged in
over a year and oh what a year it has been! I moved to a bigger city
away from home, started a new career and gotten involved with my
community. But the one thing I missed was blogging. This past year
has been an adventure and I am still on it so the best way to do it
is document it! I am no longer the girl getting over a bad break-up
but I am still a girl figuring out who she is.
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So here comes the revamp of “The
Break-Up Bucket List” as much as I love the name I think it is time
for a change so coming soon will be a new blog of my adventures but
this time I am going to include projects I have been working on,
recipes and other things I am learning along the way. I will still
use the blog to talk about the emotional roller-coaster that I ride
on because I think it's important for people to know the struggles
everyone goes through.
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Thank you for all the supported me and
read my blog in the past. I hope that you continue to do so as my
blog changes pace. Stay tuned for big changes.
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If you have ideas for a new blog name
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So this week’s new dish was Shrimp Tacos. They were overall simple fast, healthy and really tasty. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The only I left out was the pico de gallo because I wasn't in the mood to make fresh and didn't like the looks of it at our local grocery store. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I used frozen shrimp too but it seemed to turn out okay although I would have liked to use fresh shrimp. I also substituted the corn tortillas for whole wheat tortillas with a "fiesta" flavoring and I really enjoyed those. Everything else was what she used, I even found the same brand of tomato sauce which is rare in the these parts. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So one of my goals on my 27 before 28 list was to cook new meals once a week. I have been doing it but have not been posting them so I decided that I will start posting the new meals. This week was a simple meal that I made up last minute. I read a lot of recipes about making your own chicken nuggets or tenders so I decided to have a go at it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I made a mixture of Panko breadcrumbs and just a little bit of grated parmesan cheese. I dredged the chicken in one beaten egg and then through the mixture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Put on a baking sheet and baked with a side of sweet potatoes drizzled in honey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I paired the two with a side salad which took up most of the plate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The dinner was pretty good and way healthier than those fast food chicken fingers that are deep fried. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I would like to start a group that meets like once a week and shares a healthy recipe or maybe once every two weeks. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My friend Clarissa and I talk about doing this all the time but never ever do it. So if you read my blog and you want to have a healthy dinner with me send me a message and we can have a date. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It could just be a one-time thing or something we do regularly but I thought it is definitely a way to find new ideas for healthy food. </span></div>
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I love lists. I make lists when I have
housework to do, when I have something to plan, when I go to the
grocery store and hell even when I am bored I make lists. I enjoy
having a list because it is something tangible to make sure I am
getting stuff done.
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A popular list I see on the Internet is
do “Current age things to do before next age”. Since I turned 27
last week I thought there is no better time for me to start a goal
list before I turn 28. That is what this blog is about but I haven't
really decided what I am gonna go. So this year I will achieve 27
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Visit Carlos Bakery from Cake Boss</div>
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Go to Batting Cages</div>
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Sew a Wearable Outfit (whether for
me or someone else)</div>
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Take Cake Decorating Classes</div>
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Reconnect with at least 10 Old
Friends</div>
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Go on a Tour of the Yuengling
Brewery
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Learn to Shoot Guns
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Go out in State College</div>
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Take Hiking More Seriously
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Cook One New Meal a Week
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Read at Least 9 Books
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Dedicate More Time to Blog</div>
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Go To a Concert</div>
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Make My Own Cupcake Flavor</div>
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Go to Broadway Show
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Style My Hair More Often</div>
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Get a New Tattoo
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Bake a Pie (really have never done
it)
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Go Camping</div>
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Start Biking Regularly
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See a Movie Alone</div>
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Go on an Impromptu Road-trip around
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Rebuild My Savings</div>
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Print Every Roll of Film in the
Box I found from High School</div>
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Join a Club or Try a New Activity
I Never Done Before
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Go to a Drag Show
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Be Happy With Me and all my
Awesomeness
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I was gonna add meet Ryan Gosling to my
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Hey, Girl throughout this year.
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So most of my list are attainable things, physically where as the last goal is something I really need to work
on. I am talking to a therapist right now and she tells me I need to
do more positive self talk and push those mean thoughts about myself
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So here is to another year older and
hopefully a little more wiser and happier.
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I haven't blogged in what seems like
forever and I feel awful. I didn't stop because I finished the bucket
list or because I am so happy so happy with myself that I just
stopped. Life just got in the way, plain and simple. During the past
month or so, I have changed jobs and just tried to stay busy. The
busier I am the less my mind wanders.
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Occasionally though my mind did wonder.
After you break up with someone it is only natural to reflect on what
drew you to that person and what pushed you away. A lot of people
don't sit and think what they want in a person, they are just happy
to have anyone there. Sometimes I wish I could be that way but I am
stubborn and I know what I want and I that is what I have to have.
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I want someone who is educated. I used
to think this meant someone who went to college. As I get older I
realize there is so much learning out there that is not in a
classroom. So as long as they are a life
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long learning that would make me happy.
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I want someone who gets along and loves
his family. I regularly hang out with my cousin and my mom is like
one of my best friends. DB rarely hung out with his family and it was
so foreign to me. I want my partner's family to feel like my family.
If he leaves the room I don't want it to feel awkward. I want the
same warmth I get from my mother.
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I want someone who enjoys the little
things in life, like a Sunday drive or a walk in the woods. In the
same token I want someone who can make any situation fun. If we are
walking by a band playing grab my hand and dance along. I love
someone who just takes life in and lives every moment. I want
spontaneity and kept me on my toes. Who would randomly drive hours to
go someone we saw on TV. Someone who plans surprises for me and I
don't always have to think of what to do.
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I think every few weeks I'll reflect on
what I want in a partner.
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Like I said before I feel like a lot of
people don't want to be alone so they cling to anyone. Hell, I went
through this a few months ago. You really need to reflect on what you
want and need in a partner. So that years down the line when things
are falling a part you are not looking at this person and thinking
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A big part of knowing what you want is
knowing who you are. Sometimes I feel like along the way I lost
myself. The past few months this journey helped me realize who I am
and who I want to be. I look forward to a new year or change and
getting to know myself better.
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It has been a long time since I last
blogged. I got away from the blog as the holidays started to settle
in due to feeling so down and losing all motivation in doing things
for myself. I realized this blog is a major lifeline for me. Writing
has a way of making me feel so much better and putting it out there
adds something to special to the writing. So with the new year
approaching I felt like there is no better time to get back into the
Break-up Bucket List. 2011 was full of a lot of disappointment and
heartache. I am not making resolutions for 2012, this time they are
promises to myself and I will achieve them. There are so many things
I want to do and I am feeling revived and like now is the time. </div>
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Thank
you all for following and supporting me through
this journey. I can't wait to check few more things of the list this
upcoming year.</div>
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This past weekend I attended the Mother Earth News Fair. For those who don’t know Mother Earth News is a magazine that is intended for those who want to live more organically and be more in tune with nature. The Fair was held at the Seven Springs Resort which is located in <u></u><u></u>Southwest Pennsylvania<u></u>. The resort is gigantic and beautiful, it is set in the mountains and the colors of fall surrounded us.</div>
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I went to the festival with my 2 best friends and my cousin. We all just split up and concentrated on the seminars we wanted. We came a little later then we expected for I missed the first seminar I went to and the beekeeping seminar was way too crowded for me to be able to focus on the speaker. So I spent the first part of the morning walking around to the vendors. We met a woman who made goat’s milk soap and I bought a delicious bar of Blackberry French Vanilla Soap from her. There were tons of soap vendors at the fair and it was hard to not want to buy all the scrumptious smelling goodies. What I liked about Dream Thyme Farm is that she talked with us about the fair and she had a conversation with my cousin about her lyme disease. She promised to send out good vibes to her for the day. Everyone we met there was so nice and lovely. </div>
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The first full seminar I attended was Baking Bread in Five Minutes a Day. They taught us how to store bread in the refrigerator and be able to cook it whenever you needed. The hosts were funny and made me want to bake bread as much as possibly. Clarissa bought the book so we are having a bread date soon. The next seminar was ‘Eating Organic on a Dime’ and it focused on how to make your food last longer and what to invest in when buying organic. I learned a lot from the speaker and took about 4 pages of notes. My friends thought I was a nerd for taking notes but I found the entire weekend so informative. Then I went to Cleanse and Detox then proceeded to spend the rest of the day browsing the exhibits around the convention center. While we were perusing the exhibits, we found a sauna booth. The guys at the sauna talked Clarissa and I into jumping inside. We stayed at their booth for probably 15 – 20 minutes, basking in the glorious warmth. Then we spent a lot of time at the booth for the Vita-mix, which is this amazing blender. I swear if I was rich I would have both of those things in my home.</div>
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The next day I started the day off with a ride on the sky lift over Seven Springs. I was a little nervous at first but the view was amazing. You could see over everything and it felt so relaxing. The guy on the lift let us go around a couple times before we decide to jump off and find the rest of our party. Then I attended two of the best seminars of the weekend.</div>
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If any of you have ever watched Food, Inc., you would know Joel Saltin. He is the organic farmer who spoke against the big food industry. His speech was so inspiring and he got the audience excited about his message. He said something about a lot of people looking at organic eaters as elitist, hell I used to think organic buys were snobs, but the real elitists is the country trying to hold us down from having food choices. It really changed my views on eating organic. I definitely recommend that everyone watch the movie he is in, look him up online or read one of his books. I don’t think you will be disappointed. After his speech, Clarissa and I went to his booth and professed our love or well at least our admiration for what he does. He was even kind enough to pose for a picture with us!</div>
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Links you should check out from the fair:<br />
<a href="http://www.bonami.com/">Bon Ami (Awesome Dish Soap</a><br />
<a href="http://www.dreamthymefarm.com/">Dream Thyme Farm</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.carolinabees.com/">Yummy Pumpkin Soap</a><br />
<a href="http://piperspeck.com/">Local Hot Pepper Products and More!</a><br />
<a href="http://www.pennforestcemetery.com/">Penn Forest Cemetery (write more about this later)</a><br />
<a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/">Mother Earth News</a><br />
<a href="http://insidestorey.blogspot.com/">Inside Storey </a><br />
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Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16148399298472797453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414480445214557310.post-14047296371963286092011-09-16T23:43:00.000-04:002011-09-16T23:44:14.392-04:00Sometimes it Lasts in Love and Sometimes it Hurts Instead<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
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I started blogging for two main reasons to get over a bad break-up and to discover the self I had inside that I let go. The past few months I have been covering up the hurt I feel with adventures and new challenges. People tend to forget how much heartache hurts unless they are feeling it. I had a lot of friends say to me, “I feel like you two broke up a long time ago.” When in my head I could probably count day the day, hour and minutes if I had to. It has only been a few months since DB and I went our separate ways. A lot of people would be on to the next significant other right now, hell DB probably has a new girlfriend but that is just his style. My heart moves in slow motion when it comes to love. It took me two weeks to say “I Love You” back to DB after the first time he said it.</div>
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The pain of losing someone you truly love intensifies when you are let down in other ways. I recently received some disappointing news that left me feeling rejected. During the hurt of this ordeal I could only think about how I longed to call DB. I wanted to ask him how he could stop loving someone so quickly, how he could let me be in so much pain and let him know I feel like I have to completely start over.</div>
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At this point in my life I feel like I never want to love again. The pain and agony that is there after someone leaves you, makes the beauty of love feel like an ugly scar. I have always had a cage around my heart, letting people see the possibility of letting them in but always keeping it locked. DB somehow managed a way to get that key and I trusted with him with everything that I had.</div>
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The last couple weeks have seemed hard, maybe because my stress level is up or maybe because I no longer have that male companion to talk to at night. I feel like my sadness is a burden on my friends. I also know that they really can tell when the smile is fake and I am breaking down inside. I was worried about writing so honestly about how I was feeling. I am scared people would look at me as weak or crazy. It is hard to realize others have probably felt the way you do, at some point in their life. I am not sad everyday but when it comes I just feel like I am stuck in this black hole. I wish so hard to be happy like everyone I see. I do know that my happiness is not with DB, he didn’t take it when he left. It is just in the shadows and I need to find a way to let that sunshine clear away those shadows.</div>
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I am ending the blog a different way this time. I am going to leave everyone with a song. When the Adele album first came out I listened to this song on repeat and sang it so loudly in the car. It reminded me of an old friend whom I wished all the best in the world for even though there were some feelings there with both of us. Now when I hear the song, it is a whole new wave of emotion. I can feel the pain in Adele’s voice and it matches the pain my heart. The other day while driving the song brought me to tears and let myself cry as I drove home. I hope this song awakens emotions in some of you as it does for me.</div>
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About a month before DB and I broke up, he and I joined Weight Watchers online. They have an awesome app for your phone or Ipod and it makes tracking your food easy to do. I tried Weight Watchers once before while in college but it was hard with buffet lines and junk food being everywhere I looked. So this time we were going to get serious. Now mind you, DB always told me, he and I were going to get healthier but when he came down he was always too tired to walk or go to the gym. Then we would eat out all the time and it is hard to say no something bad when the person across from you has it. Now I am not blaming DB but he definitely did not help.</div>
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The week after our break-up I barely ate. I couldn’t keep anything down; everything just looked and tasted awful. Finally I started to get an appetite back and decided to really get serious about losing weight. I was already having success with the program but knew I could step it up a little. So I ate more organically, counting points and made a point to get my veggies in. I cut out so much red meat also.</div>
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After a month or so I lost about 15 pounds then I got stuck on a plateau. I was already going to Zumba twice a week then I realized I barely tracked my points on weekends. So I got more determined on my goal, ate better, added biking and hiking to my workout regiment and finally a few more pounds fell off.</div>
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The other day I went to my doctor and since my last appointment I had lost 20 pounds! I was ecstatic. I know this is a small loss on the big scale of weight I would like to lose but I am proving to myself I can do it. Usually I lose some weight then gain it all back but I feel like something is different this time. I really hope the weight continues to leave my body and I hope that I become happier with myself.</div>
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I guess secretly or not so secretly I hope I can rub it in his face too. I know how immature I sound but hey, we all need one of those “this is what you lost moments.” I know it will be a year or two before I reach that goal though and by then I won’t even care what he thinks about me. Hopefully by that point I only care about what I think of myself.</div>
Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16148399298472797453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414480445214557310.post-20020139456006201702011-08-15T20:47:00.000-04:002011-08-15T20:49:04.557-04:00"The soul is healed by being with children."<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">Well it finally happened, something I have been dreading. My little cousin finally asked me where DB went. I knew this would come. I am glad it was later than expected. If she would have asked me a month ago I would have been a wreck so I am so glad a 4 years old concept of time is skewed so she didn’t realize he hasn’t been around in a long time.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">The conversation went something like this.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">“Is ‘DB’ going to go?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">“Lilly, ‘DB’ and I broke up.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">“Oh, what do you mean?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">“He broke my heart.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">“How?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">“He was really mean to me. But don’t worry maybe I will find another sweeter boy.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">“Oh well, there are a lot of boys around here, some of them are strangers….” Then she was distracted by conversations on the tub that Santa was going to bring me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">I adore my little cousin. She is probably one of my top favorite people in the entire world. Although she brought up something that was a sore subject for me but in two seconds she made me laugh with her reactions. Kids can do that make you forget about all the pain you are in. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">That is probably why I love spending time with her so much. When you are around a 4 year old you do not think about how will you ever love again or all the hurt you are feeling inside. You are focused on what is going on right now, whether that is being a “girl-hunter” or an “Autumn fairy”. That is why when you are feeling down you should visit the nearest kid you know. You are sucked into their world of make believe and for the moment is much better than the reality you are living.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_f3Nz7KOtatKQUT3jX0y2Xd2U1nI1cxHmNvacrbiNUCjyRI8pq-CBY7z8Z7FS8luGfbRHjdxNvR2CUbN_RvwGj4zz0eOEqtWzB_uVnxA1UB4gkqVqHvkoqrkulvy30XoqBpaTadNDMJb9/s1600/spca%252C+giant+cake+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_f3Nz7KOtatKQUT3jX0y2Xd2U1nI1cxHmNvacrbiNUCjyRI8pq-CBY7z8Z7FS8luGfbRHjdxNvR2CUbN_RvwGj4zz0eOEqtWzB_uVnxA1UB4gkqVqHvkoqrkulvy30XoqBpaTadNDMJb9/s320/spca%252C+giant+cake+043.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">That is one thing that bugs me about the break up with DB, I rarely let a boyfriend meet my family. It takes a lot for me to let someone into that part of my life. It makes things easier, a clean break if things don’t last. I truly thought DB and I were going to last, he quickly became a part of my family after meeting them. Lilly would play with him, my other cousins would ask him for advice; my mom would get him things for no reason so in the end I wasn’t the only one who was attached to DB.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">I am relieved Lilly wasn’t upset that DB wouldn’t be coming around anymore. I feel like Lilly gets it though, she understands how hard it is to let someone in and trust them. It took me what feels like forever to get the place that Lilly and I are at. She isn’t one of those kids who love strangers and will worship anyone she meets. You’ve got to earn her affection and trust and that is how I am when it comes to being in a relationship. I don’t open my heart for just anyone. I don’t jump from relationship to relationship. I over analyze my every move in the love game. It will probably be a long time before I trust again but for the mean time I will pass my time with the ones I love most, my family and best friends.</div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16148399298472797453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414480445214557310.post-19191486215259215032011-08-08T22:46:00.000-04:002011-08-08T22:46:40.319-04:00A Wisconsin Wedding<br />
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Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16148399298472797453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414480445214557310.post-5456235865208370062011-07-18T23:23:00.000-04:002011-07-18T23:23:41.004-04:00Tiger Wood Y'all, It's All Good Ya'll<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">The past few years I really have been wanting to go to a driving range. I personally think playing a round of 18 holes would be super boring and I am not good with things that require patience but there is something about just hitting some golf balls that seemed fun.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">After the driving range we followed up with some mini-golf at Hoopla’s, one of those family fun zone places. Usually I am amazing at miniature golf but I was not on my “A” game that night. I think I still had driving in my head because I kept hitting the ball so hard it flew out of bounds. It was still a really good time even though I came in last place.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">It is a truly good feeling that people are being so supportive of my goals and being there for me when I need it. It is funny how when you are dumped you can feel even more loved then when you had a significant other. I am starting to feel so liberated and I am really taking advantage of this independence. I am so happy I am actually doing the things that I want to do and I feel like these smalls steps are just the beginning.</div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16148399298472797453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414480445214557310.post-28592983382132519812011-07-08T21:46:00.000-04:002011-07-08T21:46:50.692-04:00Dreams of loneliness like a heartbeat drives you mad<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">Dreams, some people believe dreams are our subconscious trying to tell us things we want. Some people think nothing of dreams and should be left after you wake up.<span> </span>Dreams can stay with you for hours, days and a life time.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">I dream a lot more frequently then most people I know. My dreams tend to be pretty vivid and feel real. I often wake up and have to snap myself back into reality.<span> </span>Dreams have a way of keeping you in a place that you want to move on from.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">The last week or so I have been dreaming of DB. The first vivid one my mom drove me to NY and I begged him to take me back. In my dream I was this desperate person who felt my life couldn’t go on without him. Last night I dreamt that I had to stay at his house and we were forced to talk. Then his mom wanted to kick me out and I screamed “your son cheated on me.” As far I know DB, DID NOT cheat on me but this dream made it feel so real. During the day I can force myself to not think of DB but at night the dreams take over and it is a lost cause. I wake up and have to decide if I am going to let that dream bring me down or if I am going to look on the bright side of things and leave the dream behind me. I know inside I am not desperate to have DB back in my life. I know that (even though I want an apology) I could never trust him again.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">The only way to push DB out of my slumbering dreams is to focus on my real life dreams. These dreams are all the things I want to accomplish and achieve. I am happy to be starting this list and I am so grateful for the support people are giving me to get to these goals. I hope as time goes on and I reach these small achievements that I will learn to dream bigger.<span> </span>The past few years my self-confidence and self-worth has plummeted to an all time low. I would get so frustrated and think that things would never work out for me. I need to make them work out for me. I definitely do not suddenly have all the confidence in the world but I know that I am the only person that can get me there. I need to start pushing myself and believing in myself. I need to see what others see.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">A lot of friends told me that I was a “strong” woman but I didn’t believe. By accomplishing these dreams I hope to become the dream woman I want to be.</div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16148399298472797453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414480445214557310.post-35772692510228994412011-07-06T22:41:00.000-04:002011-07-06T22:41:23.814-04:00Becoming a Big Sister<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">One thing I have been saying for years I need to do is volunteer more often. A few years back I expressed interesting in joining Big Brothers and Big Sisters but it never seemed to work out. Either I didn’t follow up or the man who called me didn’t follow up. So luckily my friend Jovana works for the organization gave me an application. Usually I will wait a few days, fill out the application and then it will sit on a stack of other things that I always want to do and never seem to finish.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">Today I filled out the application and put it in the mail to my friend right away. So this time tomorrow she should have my application then hopefully by the end of this month I will be a “Big Sister”. This is the start of ways I would like to help or give back to my community. Someday I would like to do some work for the S.P.C.A. but I think that might be hard because my love for all animals is so immense. I would end up with about 10 more cats then I wanted. But this is the launch of the new me. After I enter the program I will let you all know how it goes but I anticipate it will be a wonderful experience.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
</div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16148399298472797453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414480445214557310.post-41427966426294256922011-07-05T20:08:00.000-04:002011-07-05T20:08:05.673-04:00The Beginning of the Break-Up Bucket List<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;">Recently I went through a really bad break-up. I shouldn’t say went through, more like going through as dealing with it has seemed devastating. To give a little back ground, me and my ex (who I will refer to as DB, not the initials of his name but of what words I want to call him but I am censoring myself) dated for almost two years. During this time DB made promises of our future and marriage, things I never thought I wanted but he quickly changed my mind. So things were going great or so I thought with him and then one night it all changed. DB decided to tell me he couldn’t handle a girlfriend and school, via AIM. Yes that is right, the way you break-up with a junior high boyfriend or girlfriend, which actually happened to my best friend when we were 16. At 26 years old I was shocked. I spent the next few days in a vast black hole of self-pity. I talked to people who told me all those things you say but never want to hear. “You will move on” or “Now you can do whatever you want.” What I wanted was to lash out and just stay in bed for days. As I lied there reflecting on everything that went wrong I had an epiphany.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;">If I was truly happy with myself, I wouldn’t be feeling as if my world was over. So out of the fiery ashes of my relationship was born “the break-up bucket list”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The ‘break-up bucket list’ could be defined as all the things I wanted to do while in a relationship but never got to do or things I want to do on my own before I make that kind of commitment again. I am going to spend time to work and focus on me and figure out what will bring me happiness. This bucket list isn’t going to be all crazy big things but a combination of those little things we always wanted to do but just never “find the time” and a few of those big things that make memorable experiences. So here it goes, where I start living life to the fullest and not missing out on all those things I want to do. Some of the big things I want to do are finally get my health under control, travel to <u></u><u></u>Europe<u></u> again and run a 5K. Some of the little things I want to do include going to a golf range, learn to kayak and go to a rifle range. These are just of the few things I want to do and each thing I accomplish and do I will write about it.<span> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;">If anyone of you want to help me achieve something on my list please let me know. If there is anything you think I should do tell me and finally if there is something YOU always wanted to do and want a partner ask me. I want to experience all life has to offer and now is the time so I hope I get tons of support from my friends and let’s get start living!</span></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16148399298472797453noreply@blogger.com2