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I’m a huge David Bowie fan, but I adore this Bring Me the Disco King remix. It was first made for the Underworld soundtrack and it just puts me in a trance. Whether it’s the original or this version the song just stands the test of time.
My little doll… :) (Taken with instagram)
And I leave you all with some Bowie beauty.
(Source: authormichals, via fuckyeahdavidbowie)
Last instagram I swear!!!! This was a wonderful gift, a Japanese Gloomy Bear x Hello Kitty doll he bought for a ridiculous price for our 1 year anniversary. Needless to say, I adore it!
More mundane moments with that hansome man of mine.
Sometimes the sweetest moments in life are those early morning snapshots we take with the ones we love while on the bus to work.
Another very overdue post:
My lovely boyfriend decided that after a rather uneventful 22nd birthday, that he’d throw together an apartment full of friends and some decorations to make one wonderful surprise party. It was my first surprise party! I knew something was up when he left me at the laundromat with his best friend to do laundry… but I brushed it off to thinking he was running errands with is mother.
Julia sort of blew the surprise. As the boys were filling the car with heavy laundry bags Julia Doll was panicking at the thought that they were leaving us behind to go and party without us. Needless to say she ran after the closing front door of the establishment she scream ‘Oh no, I want to go to the birthday party’. Still, Julia talks about birthday parties all the time… after a week in the hospital with a horrific stomach flu, the first sign that she was feeling better was that she woke up and requested birthday cake. So, I shrugged it off.
Perhaps the straw that broke the camels back was that we left ALL the clothes in the car… I didn’t mind because putting the clothes back is the worst part of doing laundry and we ALWAYS procrastinate. But as we walked up the steps Julia’s words were something along the lines of ‘Yay let’s go to the Birthday Party’… and then I heard SURPRISE! But, it was cute, it was fun, and it was so nice to have my first real birthday party since I could remember, not one with family coming together because that’s what they’re suposed to do, but one with friends. For the first time in my life since high school, I really feel like I have God honest friends.
After having Julia, I lost touch with my friends, or they lost touch with me. I think it’s because I was a teenage mom, while most of my friends were being teenagers. My other teen mom friends came to the party, and my best friend since 8th grade, Dianna, came and I hadn’t seen her in 3 years. It was a real treat. I felt very loved, and appreciated… and complete. I honestly never thought I’d ever been given a surprise party, but then again I never thought I’d have many things that I’ve been given since I’ve met Andrew. He’s done so much for me, and he just doesn’t stop. I love him so much. (Tomorrow is his birthday, and I hope I can do something to make that special as well.)
This post is LONG overdue, but in my defense, A LOT has gone on between today and Halloween, so although it’s past it’s time, I’d like to share the adorable handmade scarecrow costume my daughter wore on this past October 31st.
This costume was perfect, Julia had developed a fascination with scarecrows and I wanted a costume that I could make myself and that she could wear layers underneath because it had been forecast to snow. It did snow a day or two before the actual holiday, but with this whole global warming weather on the fritz state of affairs it luckily melted the majority of the snow and Halloween was pretty warm. Her God mother had sent this costume over, that her aunt had made for her little brother almost 10 years ago. It was in awesome condition and Julia love it! She was so excited to go out and be a little scarecrow. She got compliments on it from everyone and even her Godmother’s brother thought she looked cuter in it than he did when he was her age. (And he was a very cute baby.)
The day before Halloween however, Julia came down with a cold and what almost looked like pink eye. :( Halloween morning she ended up being brought to the hospital, but was discharged rather quickly. So, I kept her home from school and she missed the Halloween festivities and parade, but she had a blast going around the block and getting to pick out her own candy. It was the first year she was able to say ‘Trick or Treat!’ and which was a monumental mommie moment. <3
Halloween was also my first day of work at RTR Financial, but the boss gave us a half day and I was able to see Julia run up and down the pathways to the decorated houses. Andrew wasn’t so fortunate, but his mother went around with us. Julia is very fond of his mother and I think that all-in-all it worked out for the best. It was a nice mild evening full of treats!
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There’s just something about this song. It’s both morbid and romantic. Although there are few people in this world that have actually felt this way mutually in a relationship, I feel like undying love is something we can all relate to. We’ve all been infatuated, elated, and enamored at some point or another… right?
Bright Eyes- First Day of My Life, sounds beautiful even just instrumentally, I think I may choose it for my wedding march! I’m excited and extremely stressed all wound up into one little ball of 5’0 woman. It’s too early to put a down payment on a venue for 2015, and all these venues feel like total rip offs! I was thinking of a Botanical Garden wedding, and they’re telling me that the reception would be stand-up because they don’t allow chairs in the garden, as I’m reading this a slideshow of wedding ceremonies with rows of white chairs flash up on the screen. I’m not paying 6,000+ anything for a ceremony that won’t give me chairs… plus 20% gratuity. psssssh!
Still, in the midst of all this stress, songs like First Day of My Life play now and again. They remind me that no matter where we get married, the only thing that matters is that we’re getting married. And that puts me at ease a little bit. Now, we just have to save and pray, hope, worry, that it’s all going to fall into place.
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I love this song, I have for years. It will be a definite slow dance at our wedding. <3
There is a Chinese proverb that states a man and a woman who are soul mates are bound by an invisible red string that never breaks, only knots and webs through life before you both meet. It’s a nice thought, one I’d like to believe is true…
Now, perhaps this will sound odd, but I’m not officially engaged yet. Wait, before you click off, I swear I’M NOT CRAZY. I have been living with my boyfriend Andrew for going on 2 years now. He’s taken on the roll of the father of my child, he’s provided for me through the worst of times with my recent unemployment, and even through mood swings and depression… as long as we can lay back and watch Netflix before we go to sleep. On January 22, he promised me we would be married by May of 2015.
Now, I love weddings as much as the next girl, and we can’t afford a wedding just yet let alone a decent engagement ring, but I know when Andrew promises something that he means it. We have been looking at venues, and proposed that in 3 years we save $20,000 towards the event. What this also means, is that he’s going to surprise me with a proposal some time within 3 years. … I’m excited! I want him to know that I am ready to say yes! (psst, he knows!)
Since that day I’ve started a Pintrest account and have pinned my heart out! Click here if you would like to see what all the pinning is about! I heard about this site from my friend Gina, and I have got to say I like it so much more than Facebook, so much so that I deleted my Facebook after the initial sign up!
I’ve also scoured the better part of the NYC metropolitan area for venues so I know how much we really have to save to gather the perfect venue. Honestly, I never realized how ugly most of these places are. How imposible is it to find a venue that doesn’t have yellow walls and ugly carpet you ask? OH! You have NO idea. I have found only one place that didn’t so far, and it was the Museum of Natural History in Manhattan, and it wasn’t what either Andrew or I were looking for. I know… I know, it’s no rush just yet, but being a mother of a 3 year old I know from personal experience how quickly 3 years goes by, and how hard it can be to squander money in such a short amount of time.
It’s been said that when we make plans God laughs. I’m also aware that there are more important things in my life than weddings, like a house, a complete college education, and a stable job… and (most importantly) a good school for our daughter. But, it’s nice to dream, no? With a little bit of luck, and teamwork, I think we can do it. My friend Gina and my sister Samantha are very amped about this sort of engagement as well. I might not have a color motif down, or a photographer mapped out… but I just pray that it will come together spectacularly, because sometimes, that’s all you can do… pray, love, do your best… and wait for time to unravel.
Until next time. <3
I made this doll for my daughter Julia, it’s going to be the start of many custom-made dolls. Contact me if you’re interested in one of your own!
I love utilizing my daughter’s old clothes that have value, without using up the drawer space. This has become one of her favorite dolls, and the first of many hand-made dolls, made with love, and with a quality I just can’t bring myself to buy from Toys R Us.
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“Pay no attention to the handsome and ageless rockstar hiding behind the couch! I am the mighty Sovereign!”
By the time I met Andrew, roughly almost a year and a half, almost 2 years ago now, at the age of 20, I had easily of moved over a dozen times. My daughter, has moved 6 times with me if you don’t count the 6 times I moved when I was pregnant with her. I went to 8 public schools that I can think of off the top of my head 3 of which were just high schools and 1 private school. I had lived in 2 states, 8 counties, and God only knows how many apartments and houses. But when Andrew and I moved in together in October of 2010 I finally felt like I found a place that I could make feel like Julia & My home.
Now, I don’t know how to be any more sincere when I tell people how much I love and thank God for Andrew. Even if he doesn’t believe in God like I do I know that there was something a little more than luck involved when me and him crossed paths in our Wednesday night Art History classes. In a way when I signed up for it I kind of was looking to find love in a weird sort of way. He definitely made it worth it because 10pm classes can kill a girl who has to be at work at 5am the next day.
Now, I like to think of myself as a realist, and I like to take faith in that certain facts in life just are. But Andrew is the first man to just love me as I am. He doesn’t love me because I’m a mother, or love me for the company of my child. He doesn’t love me because I pretend to be a perfect Christian woman who doesn’t have the luxury of losing it in public because that’s not what composed and prim females do when eyes are upon them. He loves me when my eyebrows aren’t plucked, and the ends of my hairs are dead and frazzled. He doesn’t give a crap what I wear that day as long as I don’t go outside naked during high traffic times of the day. He comes home at night after work, and he doesn’t want to go out without me.
Sure, we have our differences like my insufferable temper and his rancid taste in music. But none-the-less we come home and lay on the couch where he’ll tell me about his day and ask me about mine. I will cook dinner and we’ll both play with the baby. We’ll watch Dog the Bounty Hunter or maybe a movie. And on the walls we slowly erect pictures of family who we love and invite over friends to entertain during all days of the week. We’ll talk about money and how much we wish we actually had some. Sometimes we dream about being rich or going on vacation to someplace warm and where they have amusement parks and where the baby isn’t a baby anymore but a potty trained big girl…
While somewhere between imagining this and holding hands I let my roots spread into these hardwood and tiled floors. Like my hair grows long and seeps into the mattresses and pillowcases where we lay our heads to sleep or watch the television. Among the crowded kitchen sink where dishes pile and then get cleaned again just to be piled a little higher after dinner or lunch or breakfast or snack. Along the way of my fingernails growing longer or my our child getting taller I finally feel what I never felt or hadn’t felt since I could remember. I feel like the roots of my heart are in every object that lays within this one bedroom apartment. I feel like I’m home.
I wasn’t looking for a father to give Julia, I wasn’t really looking for anything or at anyone when I met Andrew. But with love I don’t think that’s ever really how it happens. And now I have support and comfort where I once had imagination and turmoil.
