tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19544644905977721282024-03-13T20:20:46.510-07:00Confessions of a Shoe-A-HolicVanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-16256188889875104792011-06-08T16:40:00.000-07:002011-06-08T16:40:27.195-07:00I found this Etsy shop and I love their headpieces/hairpieces, whatever you want to call them!<br />
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They are so cute, and super affordable. They would be perfect for a fun, summer wedding, or just any time you feel like it.<br />
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I am a huge fan of feathers and flowers and wearing things in my hair, so I will definitely be ordering one of these soon! <br />
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The royal wedding definitely inspired me to look up and find pretty fascinators to wear, and this shop on Etsy fits the bill! <br />
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Go take a look at this shop and I hope it inspires you!<br />
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I have loved ballet since I was a little girl and was dragged along to every class and recital of my sister's ballet days. It's so funny, I loved it and wanted to be a ballerina so badly. She ended up not loving it and left. She had the amazing technique, me - eh, not so much, but I had the stage presence she lacked. If you had combined us, we would have made an amazing dancer. Only if you minus the fact that we are not built to be ballerinas! I am guessing my early love of ballet, and especially toe shoes, are what led to my love of shoes in general. I think I love heels so much because I love the fantasy, much like toe shoes. They both suspend you off the ground for a little while, allowing me to keep my head in the clouds just a little bit longer.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"><strong>Photo Credit:</strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"><a href="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/" style="color: #8a6e54; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">NYMag.com</a></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><div style="font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Feathers at Marchesa, Monique Lhuillier, and Derek Lam.</span></div></span>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-53756512405095084042010-10-05T20:33:00.000-07:002010-10-05T20:33:33.473-07:00DYING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Shopping for impossible to find 3" (<i>for a pair of work pants, I'd prefer taller!</i>) round toe brown leather pumps and these are a few pairs I came across that I am DYING over. Wish I could buy these like NOW!</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From Piperlime.com<br />
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</tbody></table>If anyone knows where to get a good deal on those brown shoes I mentioned earlier, please let me know!Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-72778455392245117222010-09-18T17:53:00.000-07:002010-09-18T17:53:20.847-07:00Hopeless RomanticI was watching <i>The Sound of Music</i> and forgot how much I love the movie, not to mention the fashion from the 1930's and 1940's. I am such a hopeless romantic, I want to sing and dance in the rain, in a courtyard under moonlight, and at a ball wearing a ball gown. Even though I did not live during this time period, I miss the glamour and sophistication of this era. Men and women dressed for every occasion, where did this formality go and why does it not exist anymore? Watching movies like this tempt me to be an actress because I want to create magic, like the feelings that sweep over me when I watch <i>The Sound of Music</i> or basically any musical.<br />
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Here are just some pictures that I loved and wish that I could wear right now!<br />
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One day, I will have the chance to dress up and attend a ball and dance under the moonlight. At least a girl can dream right?Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-72421344987257447692010-07-14T13:57:00.000-07:002010-07-14T13:57:42.753-07:00WhoaCan't believe I haven't blogged since March 24th. I miss the blog but I haven't felt that anything in my life is worth blogging right now. I have been doing a lot of complaining and I feel that everyone around me has had enough of that. So, until I can figure out something positive to blog about, the silence will continue.<br />
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I just have to say sorry to everyone who has had to listen to me being whiny and annoying the past few months. I promise I am working on changing that! Love you all for sticking with me and still listening to me complain. I appreciate it more than you'll ever know!!Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-69935053742469339982010-03-24T22:40:00.000-07:002010-03-24T22:40:09.721-07:00Hello Friend!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/best%20friends/Joey25_/BESTFRIENDS.gif?o=9" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d59/Joey25_/BESTFRIENDS.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">I have been having a really good week. I feel like talking about it is going to jinx it, but I just want to celebrate some happiness, so I'm throwing caution to the wind! Finally found a new place to live (woo!), the job is going good, and my friends are awesome. I really am lucky to have some of the best friends a girl could ever want. My friends don't judge me, they tell me the truth, pick me up when I am down, and keep me going through the storm. They are always there to talk to, to laugh with, to shop with, to cry with. Sometimes I stop to think about what my life would be without these people and then I shake my head because it just wouldn't be possible, I wouldn't have made it this far without them. </span><br />
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I recently had a toxic group of "friends" that I had known for many years. I thought that we were all close and that one of these girls was my "best friend". Do not pass go, do not collect your lifetime friendship card on that one! Found out that this person made fun of me and talked about me and my problems behind my back, and about everyone else in the group as well. Really person? After everything I went through, you thought you had the right to judge me because we were "best friends"? Well, me being the super mature woman that I am, I got a few jabs in and then just stopped talking to this group of people. At that point in my life, I had so much going on, I just didn't have the energy to confront and yell and get angry at that person. They obviously didn't care that much about me, so I stopped caring about them. Honestly, my life has been so much better without them that I wish I had done it sooner! I can be myself around my friends now and not have to pretend to be someone or something I'm not. I can like what I want and not be ridiculed for it. Sure, my friends may laugh at me for what I like, but they never make me feel bad for it.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">True friends will definitely keep it 100 with you at all times but never make you feel like less of a person. I just wanted to write this quick post as a HUGE thank you to my friends. I know I couldn't make it through this life without you. Thank you for making me who I am today. Oh and I hope you like me, because you are stuck with me now! </span>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-13777466830836145452010-03-22T21:41:00.000-07:002010-03-22T21:41:36.619-07:00You Know You're Excited..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">1. </span>Today I am wearing</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <u>sweats and my Cowboys t-shirt (the best bar in the entire world!)</u>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Doesn't it look so inviting and refreshing and scream <i>"SLEEP IN ME!" ?</i></span></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-47029833376283615772010-03-09T21:19:00.000-08:002010-03-09T21:19:11.568-08:00Day 1Starting tomorrow = no carbs. I started this last week and completely fell off the wagon and landed about a mile from the road. It was bad. But I am going to do it, I have to. Oh carbs, how I will miss you. I'll be back, don't worry about that. Just not for a while.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All I gotta say is that I better look damn good after this for all this torture!</div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-33590948437354855722010-03-08T21:50:00.000-08:002010-03-08T21:50:11.616-08:00Seems Like a Lifetime......and yet it seems like it was just yesterday. Four years ago today, I lost my dad. My whole world shattered. It was and probably will always be the worst day of my life. I miss him like crazy. Every girl needs her daddy.<br />
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My dad and I were really close, I felt like I could talk to him about anything and we did almost everything together. We made trips to the hardware store, holding hands as we walked through the parking lot and the trip always ended up with us sharing a Hershey's bar with almonds. Or the times we would go to lunch at some hole in the wall with amazing food because my dad ate like it was his job. Or when we drove around in the car singing along to the soundtrack for Fiddler on the Roof at the top of our lungs. Or when I would break the lawn mower and we would have to try and figure out how to fix it and make it last just a little bit longer. Or the time I wanted a playhouse and halfway through we ran out of wood, so I had half of a floor and half of a roof and of course they were on opposite sides, but I had a door! One of my fave memories is when he would drive down this old country road in his little white toyota truck after it rained and he would let me get in the bed of the truck and he would hit every puddle possible. I would laugh like crazy and he would try to hit the puddles harder so I would get even wetter and I would laugh harder.<br />
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My dad taught me how to be strong and brave and to fight for everything. He (and my mom) taught me that if you want something you have to work hard for it and that no matter what you did, an honest day of work anywhere was something to be proud of. My dad fought til the very end and I could not be more proud than to call him my dad. I still regret that last night, not waking him up to give him one more hug, kiss, and an I love you. I would give anything for just one more hug or conversation with him. There is so much that he was supposed to teach me and so many stories that I didn't hear enough.<br />
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The best piece of advice my dad gave me was that there are 3 types of people in this world: those who make things happen, those who watch what happen, and those that wonder what happened. This always motivates me to just get out there and try something, you never know what will happen if you just try.<br />
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I love you daddy and I miss you. I still wish you were here and I hope you are proud of me. And don't forget, you can't haunt me, it isn't funny!<br />
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</div><div>I found <a href="http://www.coxandcox.co.uk/">Cox & Cox</a> through <a href="http://brunchatsaks.blogspot.com/">Brunch at Saks</a> and instantly fell in love with some items!</div><div>Here are a few of my faves:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeG9Odm3YPkxNeWboB5ATqjNkpdFw4B_gp7AwH3NTS8OrzK13p8EalA5bRQlKPiDFfXTuYpUXlkwRfv95ZCOZR61CZjjyxvhQhNq7PLQPW3PiP4mwN2_-D1TGFrbpwH8be6KW8YtPWifvd/s1600-h/photo+clock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeG9Odm3YPkxNeWboB5ATqjNkpdFw4B_gp7AwH3NTS8OrzK13p8EalA5bRQlKPiDFfXTuYpUXlkwRfv95ZCOZR61CZjjyxvhQhNq7PLQPW3PiP4mwN2_-D1TGFrbpwH8be6KW8YtPWifvd/s200/photo+clock.jpg" width="200" /></a><i>I think that this wall clock is adorable! How cute would this be with pictures of family {or puppies!}? This would be so cute in the kitchen because isn't that where the majority of families spend their time anyways?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUfLT3z0OugIKoIvzrZlnaV1kqfOZ7OL2WmzsAhRKHQjezbjjOO6HVF7p9klRyZ6DHn8k-cbL01TJvPVNaa_yZeu0yENO4-NWHyvEeDTb0IR4DP6c_f5aGOkQG3SAw9C7OUN6Uew2Dcwb/s1600-h/heart+plate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUfLT3z0OugIKoIvzrZlnaV1kqfOZ7OL2WmzsAhRKHQjezbjjOO6HVF7p9klRyZ6DHn8k-cbL01TJvPVNaa_yZeu0yENO4-NWHyvEeDTb0IR4DP6c_f5aGOkQG3SAw9C7OUN6Uew2Dcwb/s200/heart+plate.jpg" width="200" /></a><i>Who can't use more love in their life? This would be perfect for hosting dinner parties with loved ones! Use to put dip in or even just as simple decoration.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqY6EXIuN1ksNVJv8nT4U82r6sNMm_BVhtnHsWg4ca0hWBZpzjk-Ex3vjrYpctfGZltlLIK4YspelPvEaVdEk6FeEezWU5R4wiDRQphg-3RAVFmb4OMCilLFbuDcRRjUqCgRigDv7Y-Fg/s1600-h/candles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqY6EXIuN1ksNVJv8nT4U82r6sNMm_BVhtnHsWg4ca0hWBZpzjk-Ex3vjrYpctfGZltlLIK4YspelPvEaVdEk6FeEezWU5R4wiDRQphg-3RAVFmb4OMCilLFbuDcRRjUqCgRigDv7Y-Fg/s200/candles.jpg" width="200" /></a><i>I can't wait to have a fabulous backyard to host a lot of BBQs. We always had BBQs when I was growing up and it was always so much fun! This would be super cute hung above everyone's heads to light up the summer night.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2HPEgvKdQyfv_kjwtuya80Pfu3e_DPiVTbb4F9NzkLC-uBajb1iYOceOAcGPYZh7ZK0FeQo9YFc0PlyiZmCc2BqPSE0gyuYXt1LlggwHVdzZlzm41NYAxjkC9uYIy3VwixVd4elh2S2Z/s1600-h/crown+cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2HPEgvKdQyfv_kjwtuya80Pfu3e_DPiVTbb4F9NzkLC-uBajb1iYOceOAcGPYZh7ZK0FeQo9YFc0PlyiZmCc2BqPSE0gyuYXt1LlggwHVdzZlzm41NYAxjkC9uYIy3VwixVd4elh2S2Z/s200/crown+cookies.jpg" width="200" /></a><i>I DIE for this! I want this cookie cutter so bad! I want to make myself crown cookies and crown pancakes and crown everything! Haha I think I might just have to order this!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHBLl0FL83kRSUH4SqH_PpT11PJObmc3-EKzwzle2OeFW7fA5vxY9Lj-NYcBb5nycalu3Udf_3drgqyZQMb0t_wQ5_-7R3CWGsbDjN5hvA1IyrZDRZmoDPkSPx46UHEmOHrK8o1SYov94/s1600-h/heart+mold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHBLl0FL83kRSUH4SqH_PpT11PJObmc3-EKzwzle2OeFW7fA5vxY9Lj-NYcBb5nycalu3Udf_3drgqyZQMb0t_wQ5_-7R3CWGsbDjN5hvA1IyrZDRZmoDPkSPx46UHEmOHrK8o1SYov94/s320/heart+mold.jpg" /></a><i>How cute are these little heart molds? I would use this all the time if I had that gourmet kitchen I dream about! This is good for chocolate hearts for Valentine's Day or just any time you want someone to feel a little extra love! </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I can't wait to one day buy a house, especially when it comes time to buy my dream house! I think that as long as you have a happy family and a happy heart, your home will be a happy one, but it doesn't hurt for it to look good at the same time! I also plan to decorate the walls with my fabulous shoe collection, so maybe that's just me?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{P.S. sorry the pictures are spaced funky. I have been having so much trouble lately formatting my posts with pictures. If anyone can help me figure out why it's being so weird, I would love to fix it!}</span></i></div></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-51343355958775689822010-03-06T19:00:00.000-08:002010-03-06T19:10:57.262-08:00Getting to Know Me: Round 3<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">"You got to dig a little deeper</span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Find out who you are</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">You got to dig a little deeper</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">It really ain't that far"</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">{The Princess and the Frog}</span></span></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div>1. One thing I MUST do before I die is go <b>travel around the world. oh and have kids. </b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />2. I would rather <b>have a few wonderfully amazing friends</b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> than </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">have 100 not so nice friends </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">any day. {yep learned my lesson on that the hard way.}<br /><br />3. If I could give my younger self one piece of advice it would be <b>to take more risks and never give up and don't let the world get you down.</b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />4. If I won the lottery tomorrow I'd <b>pay off debt, pay for school, buy my mom and sis houses and then go on a family vacay!</b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />5. The best surprise ever was </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">when he proposed.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />6. My biggest fault is that </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I take everything personally and can't let it go. I am a perfectionist and I let it ruin a lot of things because I can't let go. It makes me overly emotional. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />7. My biggest strength is that </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I can make it through anything. I already have. </span></span></span></span></span>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-60665451106543278742010-03-03T21:45:00.001-08:002010-03-03T22:05:52.954-08:00I Want and I Need..<div style="text-align: center;">When it comes to clothes, isn't a want and a need kind of the same thing? We all need clothes, and we all want them to be fashionable right? Well I DO! I'm over jeans and a t-shirt blah wardrobe!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Here are a few things I NEED!</div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3LaDYkw3qt7SoMMH1HuuXwyyElMxLUyEYzAfnPtfF4j1LWRzVjkEZpwWZy16UQEnrenb4ENGobY4OpXxhd622Hue40XAMe9_YQMOEqzQ-t3qpJJ4llud5aae4_EU6oVgIxBoZ-XnI518/s1600-h/work.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3LaDYkw3qt7SoMMH1HuuXwyyElMxLUyEYzAfnPtfF4j1LWRzVjkEZpwWZy16UQEnrenb4ENGobY4OpXxhd622Hue40XAMe9_YQMOEqzQ-t3qpJJ4llud5aae4_EU6oVgIxBoZ-XnI518/s320/work.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444651529582337426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">{courtesy of Nordstrom!}</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And this..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZRHcxpqyxQbFMbn51RQ1UA52gMu0QXtPVUicARALssfOSrqKft8IFAjoRBhJycyTkDqaQY9S8iuPG67TMwJN_ZJ__yfpP87Jrz2gwyVKSCV2h_WJHnwUmD6vUeDPtUq58b7xuo49d-MC/s200/jacket1.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">{Nordy's again!}</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And these...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcO_R_wRvPqePeXSFKP_eEG_aq0Bj7Wh5qi3DgeTrJ8Qb9FgjftrwaxBNCo3_0PprqKJctgWEfUl2wkEeWq5gDUoMQf1ADQLFd9hEvzwbHytf5MJApcgVaiMIgfmkd0nvgdWvykOPR_BM/s200/shoe.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{Nordy's yet again!}</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oh Boy! I can't wait to get my shop on! Hopefully I can find a couple of good pieces!</span></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-47976063820726148902010-03-02T19:34:00.000-08:002010-03-02T19:49:47.818-08:00My Days Are Off<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don't know why I can't seem to blog on the reg, but I am slowly starting to get used to my new work sched so hopefully I'll get back on the ball. I have a lot going on this week {hello payday and much needed grocery and work clothes shopping!} and also a lot personally, emotionally, and crazily as well. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So instead of calling this fill in the blank Fridays like it is supposed to be, I'm just going to call it getting to know me better days. Is that okay with everyone? Good!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div>1. When I'm nervous I </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">crack my knuckles, chew my lip, or play with my page edges. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />2. My favorite item in my closet is probably <b>my shoes</b></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">! duh.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />3. <b>Reading or taking a tub</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> is my favorite thing to do when I need to relax.<br /><br />4. My favorite childhood memory is </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">doing just about anything with my daddy. I would give anything and everything to have just one of those days back, I miss you daddy.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />5. Something you may not know about me is </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">to not touch my neck. Just don't, I will hurt you. I like to educate everyone on this fact.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />6. A true friend won't tell you if </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">you are being crazy or emotional, they just let you rant until you feel better and then give you wine.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />7. Something I hope people think of when they think of me is <b>funny (me too Tasha!) and also smart. I don't know why but that's really important to me. </b></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;">Random side note: I need help from everyone! I need some fashion/clothing inspiration before my shopping trip Saturday and just for in general. I want to really update my look, please send me your fave outfits or inspirations! I also want to change my hair, does anyone have good tips? Thanks!!!!</span></span></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-86839424867414016432010-02-21T17:26:00.000-08:002010-02-21T17:32:43.612-08:00Fill in The Blank {Fridays}<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(107, 85, 170); "><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Fill in the Blank Fridays....yeah, I know, I'm a couple days behind..</span></span></h3><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Thanks Natasha and Lindsay!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. If I could medal in an olympic event it would be </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">figure skating - I would love to design my own outfits!!! haha</span></span></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(107, 85, 170); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. If I was stranded on a deserted island I'd take </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">nothing because I wouldn't go to an island with nothing on it. I'll just take Hawaii or the South of France.</span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(107, 85, 170); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3. <b>People touching my neck</b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> is/are my most irrational fear. Yeah, don't do it, I am not nice about it. You would probably end up hurt.</span></span></span></span></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(107, 85, 170); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4. I'd rather </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">shop all day</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> everyday, than </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">work </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">everyday.</span></span></span></span></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(107, 85, 170); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5. I am </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">excited</span> about getting my first paycheck from my new job!</span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(107, 85, 170); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6. I should really be </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">picking out my outfit for tomorrow but it's just depressing staring at how pitiful my closet is.</span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(107, 85, 170); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">7. One of my favorite things in all the world is </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">shoes. and shopping. and shoe shopping. Oh and chocolate.</span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></div></span>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-14629046190224784692010-02-11T16:00:00.001-08:002010-02-11T16:08:22.692-08:00R.I.P. Alexander McQueen<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; ">Today, the fashion industry lost a genius. Such a sad ending to a wonderful story.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~Just a few of my faves from Alexander McQueen~</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40UbIIHyweue5tNor9Wpl_CsarmNKXTf6NFul1-yj5ORchy9XFQhIKVOi_YoVcjFQC84ybzQWSGuNyY4-U-c-DcbFFJM7tpFsWffAyX3ovv1jHKfUG2-LeXceGANI_nDrJPNt2WpXB6WS/s1600-h/1080.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40UbIIHyweue5tNor9Wpl_CsarmNKXTf6NFul1-yj5ORchy9XFQhIKVOi_YoVcjFQC84ybzQWSGuNyY4-U-c-DcbFFJM7tpFsWffAyX3ovv1jHKfUG2-LeXceGANI_nDrJPNt2WpXB6WS/s320/1080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437141820707871474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgje7HIOfcDeGd5KrRYob9BIXzs3fRWzZ4NFWqVivScbgtLHQnrFvJinDxXDiocprrrVV06jA-uNxTB3ZFrOr2XvnkGsBDKPYYVm6g1Ocpfj9TB8dtOG3CScwh_Uf42ny02sxQ-yxuUx7cT/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-moth-on-pedder.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgje7HIOfcDeGd5KrRYob9BIXzs3fRWzZ4NFWqVivScbgtLHQnrFvJinDxXDiocprrrVV06jA-uNxTB3ZFrOr2XvnkGsBDKPYYVm6g1Ocpfj9TB8dtOG3CScwh_Uf42ny02sxQ-yxuUx7cT/s320/alexander-mcqueen-moth-on-pedder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437141811783781458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBiG4Bo5JZTPyjB0IfYP4GrOo54FE4D7AeKatlAR1cFDV0gA0vSkGdnb910EWKUogaINptdKmkTfNRTqFSsl2LTr036UCM0Dd6IA_2XRibtPKns3W0hvhMEgI4qsW1MeR0w8l37lNI8Br/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-spring-summer-2008-collection.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBiG4Bo5JZTPyjB0IfYP4GrOo54FE4D7AeKatlAR1cFDV0gA0vSkGdnb910EWKUogaINptdKmkTfNRTqFSsl2LTr036UCM0Dd6IA_2XRibtPKns3W0hvhMEgI4qsW1MeR0w8l37lNI8Br/s320/alexander-mcqueen-spring-summer-2008-collection.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437141806555688226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVHiZUZXaLQLCNA9iB5gtuysKzOy4eCj1Z-iuhhIK3W5R1elkdanRrdyXAAuhpM7GLRAg8nyjD0lMmVII677DtppNdtI7IAg8Ww89-EIo2g0wrnYxWP1VdXawP5oBBpS4CFuj-TDFNdo8/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-spring-summer-2008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVHiZUZXaLQLCNA9iB5gtuysKzOy4eCj1Z-iuhhIK3W5R1elkdanRrdyXAAuhpM7GLRAg8nyjD0lMmVII677DtppNdtI7IAg8Ww89-EIo2g0wrnYxWP1VdXawP5oBBpS4CFuj-TDFNdo8/s320/alexander-mcqueen-spring-summer-2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437141802963494210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4DWRaOWYwbkjTrz_i8THEp1NYbm1e5Ly9g7F2qXsfx41ZvQjlIzrJV0xyNSOAU4zpgu2l9hqGi7VHYebG4JhlsWmQxofNArvvXgtb1LcGLP-nIDTtbiF_C4b84krdLUMgEs7keUJRG54/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4DWRaOWYwbkjTrz_i8THEp1NYbm1e5Ly9g7F2qXsfx41ZvQjlIzrJV0xyNSOAU4zpgu2l9hqGi7VHYebG4JhlsWmQxofNArvvXgtb1LcGLP-nIDTtbiF_C4b84krdLUMgEs7keUJRG54/s320/alexander-mcqueen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437141798896147522" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">He will definitely be missed.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-62452236218543514402010-02-02T13:29:00.000-08:002010-02-09T10:07:22.050-08:00The Blah Blah Blues<div>Depression. I feel like this topic is one that people don't like to talk about, and it's almost a little taboo. I understand why you wouldn't want to talk about it. I don't like it. I hate spilling my guts about how I feel, because I absolutely do not want to come off as weak, pathetic, or unable to handle life. Because trust me, I've been through it all and I survived. But at the same time, there is always this black cloud that follows me around, and if I'm not careful. Bam.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>I can just feel the crushing paralization of depression settling over me. There is just an overwhelming sense of sadness and I can't get out of my own head. The times when it gets really bad are the times when I can't get out of bed or off the couch and I can barely hold a conversation with another person. My mind can't focus or understand what is going on. The world takes on a shade of gray and I can sit and stare for hours at nothing. My whole body aches and I don't even have the energy to do anything at all. I don't feel good, actually, I barely even feel anything but that crushing weight.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0GjFUeiGapmssjaedl2DTquiu_IIBe0hnnhdWEaFVNWYmG41nB0_rr6ZfAOo4GpDddIjmp21nAqI4xnU7AfWkuMGhNRfdHr05WQ7b78gqmhjUiVPvVQTsihQW-VWhCrmWE5QkF-crCqEt/s320/tree.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436306666756401330" /><br /><div> </div><br /><div>When things go wrong, it's really hard for me to not go all Polly Pessimist but I try my best to stay upbeat. It's usually easier when I'm around people I don't know that well or don't want to show my feelings to, I've gotten pretty good at putting up that fake front that life is wonderful. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing? A friend of mine says the only emotion I am good at showing is anger. With the rest, you never know what I'm feeling. I've been doing it for so long, trying to control my emotions because I don't want to come across as weak. I hate to cry in front of people, even though I'm horrible at trying to stop the tears. I don't want to ever seem too happy because then I feel like something awful is going to come along and upset the apple cart. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>All of this started when I was pretty young, and I've gotten used to dealing with a crazy storm of emotions and thoughts always running through my brain. I don't think it's "normal" but it's normal for me. In a way, it's been good for me, because I have gotten really good at focusing and concentrating on things because that way I can tune my brain out and not have to listen. The worst is at night, laying in bed and not having something else to focus on and listening to my brain go on hyper drive. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>The past 7 years, I have always felt super stressed and that leads to my depression for sure. Especially lately, going through the worst financial time of my life and so many things changing, my eye-twitch is on over drive. My shoulders are always tense and it makes my chronic headaches even worse. <em>{I'm not trying to complain, this is just me. Just want everyone to understand what I feel.}</em> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>The past couple of years, I have started having panic/anxiety attacks and those really bother me because I can't do anything once they start. They just have to run their course and those can leave me really shaken up and in a bad mood for a day or two.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>I don't know if anyone else goes through this. I don't even know if anyone will actually read this. I highly doubt this will help anyone with anything. I just want to put it out there. I need to find more productive ways to get rid of the negative energy, I haven't been so good in the last few years as getting it out in a healthy way. At least here I can vent and whine and complain, and if no one wants to hear it, they don't have to read it, but I feel much better. For me personally, the best way to relieve stress is to beat the living daylights out of a punching bag, but that's not always an option. Running has been a good way to get out excess energy, but sometimes it's just a little too much quiet. I need someone to torture me in a workout so I can't think and all I feel is the pain of hard work. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>I hope that this helps the people in my life to understand me a little bit better. When I'm in a bad mood, I try to not take it out on people but sometimes I fail. Big time. I withdraw into myself a lot because I am not good at talking about my feelings and what's going through my brain. Sometimes, it's hard for me because it all just becomes so overwhelming I tend to shut down a little bit. I like to think that I am super strong and can do anything and not need help from anyone. I am the one that takes care of everyone else. Lately, that has been the farthest thing from the truth as everyone has been really helping me and taking care of me. I couldn't appreciate it more, but I also can't wait for the day to come when I am more independent. I feel like a loser being like this. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>This is a subject that I definitely want to hear from everyone on. If you don't want to share personal things, I completely understand, but I do want to hear from you in some way. I think that the more I talk to people, the better it helps me to feel about this. And I hope it helps you to talk to me. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-33728576843202574042010-01-18T19:54:00.000-08:002010-01-30T16:01:47.179-08:00What do you want to be when you grow up?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" ><div align="left"><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">{The next few blogs are pretty personal and I had to really decide if I wanted to post this for everyone to read. It took longer than I thought, but I'm ready.}</span></em></pre><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"> </pre><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal">It's funny how people start asking you at a young age what you want to be when you grow up. I know it's usually because it's cute to hear the answers that children come up with, but do they really think you're already supposed to know? Your life experience is basically zero at that age!</pre><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal">I went from wanting to be a heart surgeon <span style="font-size:+0;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" ></span><span style="font-size:+0;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" ></span>to wanting to be an architect. After that I moved on to wedding planner. Then, I went back to wanting to be an architect (which through some unfortunate circumstances, I had to let that dream slide for the time being). Right now, I really want to pursue fashion and being a personal stylist. My tastes are all over the place, but the common thread is visual, I love pretty things!</pre></div><br /><div align="left"><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal">The world assumes this is how it works: you know what you want to do, you go to school and then you do it. But what if you're like me? I have a plan, I've always had a plan. I've been crafting my ten year plan since I was in 9th grade. But then God or fate or both do their best to knock me down, kick me around and then point and laugh. Everyone says that if you want it bad enough, you'll make it happen. Nobody ever talks about those people that can't make it happen, no matter what they do. I thought being a college graduate meant that I had life figured out by now and that I knew how to succeed and was an official adult. I feel like I am none of those things. It seems like I am so far from any of those things than I would have ever thought possible at this point and time in my life. The world is passing me by and I know less and less what to do every day. Where do I go from here? Is it okay to feel lost? Why can't I just get one thing to go right so I can see some of my dreams come true? What is the point of working so hard when all you ever get is a door slammed in your face and trick windows that aren't even made to be opened? I wish I was still as optimistic as I was when I was in 3rd grade. Back then, I watched ER and knew that I could absolutely be a heart surgeon, not a problem. </pre></div><br /><div align="left"><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I know that I will probably never get the answers to these questions, but I hope that someday soon I will finally get it right. I know I just have to keep working and trying and eventually I will get there.If anyone has the answers or can offer some help, PLEASE let me know!<br /><br /></span></pre><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Thanks to everyone who has been there for me during this whole process, it really is amazing how much farther you can go with good people! </span></pre><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYAm7aRICUnqaUAnekM9kbaebYqWXtmQqe1Duo4SX0paTFdrx9ivpYAvTJFiMgREOW86b24tu7YqeCflclPUGbNyvnJ_NQdUnQOhNmC1MS_uU2_aMgZ3R6ASWniTeM6AQRkAVOR39akuOs/s1600-h/door.jpg"></a></em></span> </pre><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432687216662409090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ug58hEWIeb77-Hd74qfwQgPSEtk7KatoNK-Sf3mzPUI8HrKRBQfiYCsPa3I5WLFhLXpE8BKgIjOC_Do84TsoQaOLItByZsL1VM-xFy_D-G1oFvkuUevyQ6cEGXvKY4Uj_0uEIN-G_rPm/s320/door.jpg" border="0" /></pre><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </pre><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYAm7aRICUnqaUAnekM9kbaebYqWXtmQqe1Duo4SX0paTFdrx9ivpYAvTJFiMgREOW86b24tu7YqeCflclPUGbNyvnJ_NQdUnQOhNmC1MS_uU2_aMgZ3R6ASWniTeM6AQRkAVOR39akuOs/s1600-h/door.jpg"></a></em></span> </pre><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </pre><pre style="WHITE-SPACE: normal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span> </pre></div></span></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-53588046872312966332010-01-10T10:01:00.000-08:002010-01-10T10:04:19.935-08:00I'm Baaaccckk!Hello there!<div><br /><div>I am back in California! Woo!!! I am ready to re-introduce myself to the Pacific Ocean, and don't worry, I have already eaten at In-N-Out! Now I just need some See's candy! </div><div>Just wanted to say a quick hello and I am working on the formatting of my blog before I do a real post again. </div><div><br /></div><div>So good to be back home! </div></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-76578760039162861602010-01-02T15:47:00.000-08:002010-01-02T15:52:37.274-08:00I Need Help..No, I don't mean mental help (well, I probs do but that's a different topic for a different day), but I need help with my blog. I am so not up on my blogging game here and I want to make my blog look a tad bit more like I know what I'm doin' here. If you can help me with formatting and basically just anything on here, please let me know, I would loooove the help!<div><br /></div><div>I haven't been blogging much because my time here at WDW is coming to a close and I am having a really hard time dealing. It's been such an amazing experience and I have met so many wonderful people and done things I never thought I would get to do. I have grown and changed in a myriad of ways and feel like I can do anything, all I have to do is go for it. I had to say goodbye to a co-worker today and it made me want to cry, and I have been feeling a little blue today. I will start blogging way more often once I get home (because let's face it, I will be jobless and probs sitting around doing nothing :/ ).</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope everyone had a wonderful NYE, I had a great time surrounded by friends and fireworks and balloons. Omg, I am going to miss it here...</div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-83158776861172848632009-12-14T17:49:00.000-08:002009-12-14T18:43:55.160-08:00The Fairy Tale in My Head<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">There's just something so special and magical about walking into Disneyland. No matter how many times I've been there, it always just makes me so happy and brings out the little kid in me. I want to skip down Main Street and I still squeal when I see Mickey and friends out and about. Sleeping Beauty's castle is just about the prettiest sight I think I'll ever see.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I was bored tonight and started looking at pictures of Disneyland (are you surprised I'm not Disney-ed out yet? I don't think it's even possible for me! haha) and decided to show y'all where I want to get married if I ever had an unlimited budget and if I were actually getting married anytime soon..hmm..which isn't happening, but I digress..</div><div><br /></div><div>Basically, if you have enough money, you can do anything you want and Disney will make it happen. Disney has magical capabilities most of us can only dream about! Yeah, I know, I'm a Disney nerd - deal with it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The most beautiful place to get married would be in the courtyard in New Orleans Square. When you exit Pirates of the Caribbean ride, it's to the left. It's a gorgeous courtyard, and I love the French Quarter there. The estate jewelry store always has exquisite pieces and it never fails; every time I go into the store, I pick out the most expensive piece of jewelry. <i>{It's a gift, what can I say?}</i></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-el3OffB6Y-sX_A1WFiGDGJaAXRm8MC9kNeGXUsGJRMOPQS4H6E4gqvSeyBrIn0xw1o11R325-PkuVsuZZ3yEcUt4FfK4C0SUDJI-AJxCWsWmVBrBOn3s-gpCQUeqRZ8cBRkc8B-_G0vE/s400/whole+courtyard.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415278253703614130" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">This is the courtyard if you are looking at it from</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> the archway entrance. How amazing would it be to walk down the stairs in a white dress and the railings all draped in hot pink bougainvillea with white lights intertwined. I can see it so perfectly in my head, I wish I could just put that picture up for everyone to see!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6Y-693A-tV9Pxdvmval3eZCH9bedNoX1PI5vv93h4GtAHUB47nklsGTG0jLs6kcxxcwquV0gFCL0jBhlEz4VWcZK2SRzlkv74HUjFh8rQmPTUkXaUafRUnQy6JlPq6g_viMD2bT-Yfya/s400/courtyard+fountain.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415279969602625602" /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">The fountain of the courtyard, which is simple but pretty and would look cool with birds of paradise surrounding it. Yeah, I'm all about weddings, can you tell? It would also be cool to have lights inside the fountain so the water would be a different color, like dark pink! Pink is going to be my main wedding color if you haven't figured that out by now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7fRcN2_jMpF6PGXW9j7ugMCjivmspO2YLmAb5Ipfm7cZfbbDHuePg5PatJZNusVDddVVINSL1AJEz6GoOIYSvsL-5j-NGF1ftoHQ44vb92QoIM7AXuHGUoWVmbG883gIWMggA1CavQ2g/s400/courtyard.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415280808850258082" /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is the archway that I would want to exchange my vows under. It would feel so romantic to be just the two of us under that archway and have lights twinkling around the archway. We would obvi be getting married at night after the park is closed so it's just our party there of course and hence the need for twinkling lights!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I would also want to be a Club 33 member so that I could have my reception there because that would probably be the best wedding ever imaginable! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>{If you don't know what Club 33 is, GOOGLE IT! Do it right now! I'll wait..}</i> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Since this is all in my head, I'm just going to pretend that this is all quite possible and keep on dreaming about it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to hear your version of your very own fairy tale, whatever it may be! I love a good story and a happy ending, so please share them with me!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpCqs1W0wI-DoilAUBoUqFu-MPDG7kRXg3I38yQYiEmub4DK_LUiCpm6bmak9FMzNDLTp3aHcokll0tK1ow-XViStSxxw9lTDIMK51D18nWGAxM5vj9e77cms5emP9fXo3zO8Ki-LMNpDh/s400/castle.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415285331489896130" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And of course, I would take a million pictures here in front of the most beautiful castle all lit up at night. Isn't it just gorgeous? This is definitely what my dreams are made of!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-61269843241204112152009-12-13T12:44:00.000-08:002009-12-14T08:18:40.216-08:00I Love It<div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday was a good day at work. It really helped get me out of my funk and put me into a much better mood.</div><br />Working at Walt Disney World is not always fun, but then I have days like yesterday where I just love my job.<br /><br />I had a guest tell me I was a very pretty girl (gawrsh!) and that I was very nice and helpful (which is a big deal because we get paid to be nice, so if someone comments on it, then you know you're going "above and beyond"). And then I had a guest who had the Disneyland Haunted Mansion Holiday Pin for 2009 and I commented how I love Disneyland because I'm from California (and let's face it, Disneyland is a 100 times better!) and the guest gave me the pin to keep and wished me a Merry Christmas. I was blown away! I'm so used to taking care of the guests, it's really nice when they appreciate you for a change.<div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIR4P1VOsjua-9oxam-57RaaNDOMQLH5a1_ErXegMi0kDvtyLWpXAZr4wNYvXAIVUs7-DeDTmBjmcthWBoNa3BCZeh5-2ATINsoSrVSJd4t1jpWiZjnEb16f-tMod920Q5DMC2dHXNRmlt/s400/hauntedmansion.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415122188297288626" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sorry for the horrible picture - my camera is dunzo and all I have is my phone}</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Unfortunately, I still don't think I will really be getting into the Christmas spirit this year, but this helped give me a little boost, and maybe I'll be a little bit nicer instead of being a scrooge.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope you all have a fabulous, heart-warming day! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-48458215463151466152009-12-12T13:23:00.000-08:002009-12-12T14:23:43.675-08:00Just One of Those Days...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Warning</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm in a foul, awful, mean, grumpy mood.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Now that I got that out of the way, I am venting and ranting and raging today and I am in no way fishing for compliments or for people to leave comments trying to cheer me up. If you want to leave a comment, then pretty please do, but I don't want people thinking they need to cheer me up because you don't and it probs won't help anyways.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So reasons 1, 2, and 3 why I am in a bad mood.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">1.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> I got turned down for a student loan, so FIDM might not be in the near future like I so excitedly thought it was going to be. Awesome. Of course I don't make enough money and don't have perfect credit. That's why I can't afford school! I need school so I can get a real job and make real money. I'm already on the verge of signing up to donate my body to science to earn some extra money, what else do they want from me to prove that I need money?! It's not like I'm going to take the money and run away! I want to go to school, so I can earn money and pay back the loans! Every single time I try to go to a good school and do something with my life, I always get turned down for student loans because I don't make enough money. Well thanks Sherlock, I couldn't have figured that out on my own!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">2.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Obvi, #1 is the main reason I am in a foul mood. {And I keep typing fould instead of foul..stupid fingers!} The other reason is probably because of lack of sleep because I have been working at 5:30am to 1pm. This lovely shift entails that I have to get up at 4am and then I don't get home until at least 2:30pm and then I don't get to do anything before I need to go to bed, but I usually can't fall asleep fast anyways and I wake up constantly during the night. It makes me very cranky. And then, these are stock shifts so all I get to do all day is get beat up and banged up and pull loads of a few hundred pounds of shipment. Doesn't that sound like fun? Oh yeah, NOPE!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">3.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> When you combine #1 and #2, everything is irritating to me. Lack of money is a huge one. I can't even afford food this week. The only reason I even have a PB&J to eat every day is because of my amazing roomie. Well, at least I will lose weight right? And I have been going to the gym...probably isn't a great idea when I don't eat very much all day, but I really am just so over this whole situation right now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Add all of that together and you get how I feel inside:</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXAxwbPtJopK7jIz7R_n8cdbzwP2e8qlJ_4ClR46WQsHZUDIWQUnYZ1mmscwLaKcktlCCnCGMFgGPy7KVi0KC3c7mDoIhFz8G_EOXei9sVDavzFGfSAI5ynaistbB4SKc47CUR4zdWrID/s400/lightning.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414468381203328498" /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So now, all I'm being is Polly Pessimist and only thinking of negative things. Like how when I can't get a hold of people it's definitely because they don't want to talk to me. And why would they? I'm a failure at life. I don't get why I have friends or why people like me sometimes. I'm boring, I never have funny things to say or can come up with fun things to do. I am not a nice person, I am not generous, I hardly ever put other people first. I'm usually always a Debbie Downer, mainly about myself and I know I get real annoying to the people around me who have to get stuck listening to me. I get mad and angry a lot. It's because I don't want to talk about my feelings. I feel like I stopped being a part of the world March 8th, 2006 and the world is just passing me by while I am just stuck in place. Sure, I may go through the motions but I don't feel like I am really there half the time. <i>"I'm not cryin cuz I feel so sorry for you, I'm cryin' for me." (Toby Keith).</i> I miss my dad. A lot. It's just not f*cking fair. I hate being helpless. I couldn't do anything for anyone. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>{And f.y.i., when I am stressed, please don't tell me not to stress. It doesn't make me feel better and then I stress about trying to make myself not stress. Of course I'm stressed out. I'm about to be out of shelter and a job! And absolutely no money for a cushion! The next time I hear that god-awful phrase: "don't stress", I am going to scream. Promise.}</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ugh. Even I'm getting sick of listening to myself complain and talking about only myself. Yet, I can't seem to shake this mood. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Even the Christmas season, my absolute favorite time of the year, is just making it worse. I haven't been able to listen to enough Christmas music, I don't have money to buy people gifts, I don't get to see my family for Christmas yet again this year - 3rd year in a row, and I don't get to do any normal holiday season traditions. I can't even afford an eggnog latte, the best drink Starbucks ever invented. I no longer have anyone to drink eggnog with and complain to each other about how awful it is, even though we drink the whole carton anyways when we can't find our favorite brand. I still look for the same green tie and shirt I bought for him all those years ago that were ruined. Even though I can't give it to him anymore, I still look, probably because I'm insane.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This is just a lousy day. </span></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-59718903254536516552009-12-04T14:58:00.000-08:002009-12-04T15:38:35.561-08:00To Do List of Sorts.<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhH0BMFXhObdPjVFCg3D_h35gWJdZ_WCDo8iFdyag-StGUXvkJVBQe1wN2icbENYroo8ZnfFrtNpmLQjH-Ii529uWL5HGu5GUqcXwsddR2G-H8RVP_qBkHoMZFkVfjRoYqH9VIcwkp9hT/s1600-h/chart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411522237854981202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhH0BMFXhObdPjVFCg3D_h35gWJdZ_WCDo8iFdyag-StGUXvkJVBQe1wN2icbENYroo8ZnfFrtNpmLQjH-Ii529uWL5HGu5GUqcXwsddR2G-H8RVP_qBkHoMZFkVfjRoYqH9VIcwkp9hT/s400/chart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>That's what I think it would look like if I charted my weight loss/gains over the past few years. I know I have lost a miniscule amount of weight in the past 3 months, but I haven't been feeling so great lately. It's hard being an emotional eater! I get excited, let's go eat! I get sad or mad or stressed, then I just want to eat to fill that pain or anger or void or whatever I am feeling that day. Why does eating make you feel better? I can't seem to figure it out, if you know, PLEASE TELL ME! I need to break the cycle!</div><br /><div>Today, I broke down and went to McDonalds. And let me tell you, drowning my sorrows with a Big Mac was yummy! I did sort of regret that decision afterwards, but it totally hit the spot, so oh well, what are ya gonna do? I do wish I could come home after being gone for 5 months and be like "<em>oh yah, look at me, I got real skin - I probs should eat a sandwich, shouldn't I?</em>". But I'm guessing with only a month to go, that ain't gonna happen here..unless I get the stomach flu, or anorexic. I would like to go home about 10 pounds lighter than when I came to Florida, so only about 8 more pounds to go! Ouch..but in 4 weeks, that's only 2 pounds per week...super do-able! <em>Right??</em></div><div> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHB0xhwu5fB6xsJLSCyHP6WYXulEOYuxYqJGOjgud5uuP01wLr9Fc8IafB0Ybb7jLQqGTj47w1NlvemfeMqFoX_Y7_6LsrpXI47z9dbreTTSWMTlQR4-S88YBrADtTMAmLMJhhV1eymxwz/s1600-h/snow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411528173893899138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHB0xhwu5fB6xsJLSCyHP6WYXulEOYuxYqJGOjgud5uuP01wLr9Fc8IafB0Ybb7jLQqGTj47w1NlvemfeMqFoX_Y7_6LsrpXI47z9dbreTTSWMTlQR4-S88YBrADtTMAmLMJhhV1eymxwz/s400/snow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, this was a random post. Just trying to be more consistent and get back into a bloggy routine. I love me a routine! I think at this point of the night, I need to go watch <em>The Nutcracker, </em>while doing some sit-ups and pushups and then crash about 7:30pm. So...I've got an hour..eek! Bye y'all! Sweet dreams! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-28814969458480658522009-12-02T13:27:00.000-08:002009-12-02T14:43:44.712-08:00Not Quite a Week Late.<div>Yeah, I know. I'm late. Thanksgiving was last week but I'm still going to do an I'm thankful for list now. Mainly because on Thanksgiving I was feelin' bummed and not so thankful. Plus I've been a busy little beaver (wow, did I really just say that?) and there are a lot of stressful things going on in my life so I really had to sit down and think about what I am thankful for.</div><br /><br /><div>So here goes, "<em>I'm thankful for":</em></div><br /><ul><br /><li>My mom and my sissy, who I didn't get to see for Thanksgiving (and most likely Christmas) but I love them and they have done so much for me and I truly appreciate them.<br /></li><li>My dog (Scotch, no not after the drink!): apparently he had a seizure a week and a half ago, and I was kind of -okay, <strong>a lot!</strong>- distraught, but he's doing better and I'm thankful for that and the fact that I was able to save him from the pound in the first place and give him a better life.<br /></li><li>My friends because they are amazing! They are always there for me and have gotten me through some rough times in my life. I'm also thankful for meeting new friends during my time in Florida, and my new friends are pretty awesome too! It's always fun to meet new people, and now, I have places to stay all over the country! Yes! Who's down for a road trip?<br /></li><li>I have a roof over my head until January 8th. After that I'm not too sure where I am going because I technically won't have a home..but until then, I have shelter! And sad to say, that's more than some people have.<br /></li><li>I am getting a paycheck until January 8th. I'm a little worried about that fact, but what's meant to be will be and I'm sure I will figure it out. I always do. Again, it's a lot more than some people have.<br /></li><li>My shoes. Yep, they always make me completely happy and I never fight with them :). Also thankful for the fact that Christian Louboutin will be making 8 inch heels in the future. I definitely have to own a pair!<br /></li><li>Working for Walt Disney World during the holidays. It may not be fun to work on the actual holiday, but it's really sweet when people thank you for working so that they can have a nice vacation with their family. And seeing the kids faces light up is definitely worth it. Even better: walking into a park all decorated and having my face light up! I'm such a little kid with anything Disney that I still get excited to see my favorite characters and yep, I still cry everytime at "Dream Along with Mickey".<br /></li><li>My red fleece sweatpants that were only $10 at Gap outlet. I practically live in them now. No, it's not cold here in Floriday, just out apartment. Our a/c is broken so when we turn it on it goes down to about 56 degree, which makes it feel a little more like winter. I kinda like it!<br /></li><li>I'm also thankful for the fact that I get to attend FIDM come April. I am really excited about this new adventure in my life. Hopefully one day I will become an architect but until then, a career in the fashion industry ain't too shabby.<br /></li><li>I would be even more thankful for these babies: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410766711379175394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFxzuh4L15IY0Jjy_gbXQmazFG2Nv9ojSZZSehGmWDAm_nUScmKVtgufVd0-WscGWUohlUu1_u8WSpNjTK5MPfqwaF_eUYckPvJaClXJE3pRwSz7jhhUHTUsabfBhDdKqzAxX2uQbnbO0/s400/Eugenie_Black.jpg" border="0" /></li></ul><br /><p align="center">{<em>Talk about the perfect holiday shoe! Black, so they go with everything, but they have sparkle! These don't have sequins, but I'm crazy about sequins and sparkle. Show me some sequins and I'm all yours. I completely and utterly <span style="color:#000000;">DIE</span> for sequins, its a little ridic how much I love sequins. Could I say sequins anymore? <span style="color:#cc0000;">SEQUINS, SEQUINS, SEQUINS</span>. Okay, I'm done.}</em></p><p align="left">The holidays are a little hard for me ever since my dad passed away. Holidays were always so much fun at my house and it definitely meant family time. I have so many good memories of the holidays from when I was growing up. Even when I am surrounded by family and friends, I still feel really lonely during the holidays because half of my heart is missing. Christmas is my favorite season though, so seeing decorations, listening to the music and watching the movies still puts a smile on my face. And I'm definitely not opposed to Christmas yummies either. I don't know how I am going to survive this holiday season without See's candy (all my Californians will understand!). </p><p align="left">I hope that you are all able to spend lots of quality time with your families and friends and everyone else that you don't see enough of during the rest of the year. Have a wonderful holiday season and be safe out there!</p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>*Does the word sequins look funny to anyone else at this point or is it just me? hmm..*</em></span></p>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954464490597772128.post-34752769551615455302009-11-12T10:30:00.000-08:002009-11-12T10:57:06.756-08:00Writer's Block<div><div>To any of my readers still left..Hi! I haven't abandoned you, I promise! I have been busy at work and there is a lot going on in my head. I don't know how to sort it out and how to express it or even if I should put it out there so publicly. I am hopeful that in a little while I'll have my head on straight again, or at least have some answers. </div><div></div><br /><br /><div>On a sidenote..Christmas season is here! Well, at least in the world <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhue2YgfFTPSjw40Onevu0iGJl7uZw3v60_BM4Z4ay17M_kaSzhX2tL7kSxPxGH1SVFv2chc7hcW5g_h_gr6YNwb-uVh5Km9jpRYbBjQ3CM8-KHJcnhl2cys6VhbsQk7zCVXXEVh5Yg8k9Z/s1600-h/castle.jpg"></a>of Disney. </div><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403292421149346034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmlYherFScOJNBydHat7uySpg_XMX4kX4DO-B3Ce1fYTH9E9HvS5xRjNpwYrxEU-CVCzqGV4HjepQt3ed6u2Z9-sGBYF5uXItHQk1BDcbp-CZlsIXfL0G3A3FAzGSFWmlqLb4N98StGNmM/s320/castle.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div align="center"><em>Isn't this gorge? LOVE it!!</em><br /></div><div><em></em></div><br /><br /><div>I can't wait for Christmas music to start playing on the radio so I can blast it and sing along! I love Christmas season, it's my absolute favorite time of year. I am hoping that being in a place that so thoroughly celebrates the holidays is going to be a great boost for my mood and help get me to the place I want to be, at least mentally.<br /></div><div>To those of you still out there reading this, I really appreciate you hanging in there with me. This has been such a great release for me and hopefully I can start carving out more time to blog more regularly. I need it! </div><br /><br /><div>Hope everyone out there has a fabulous day! </div></div>Vanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046296673333518345noreply@blogger.com1