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I’m so bad at updating.

Lately I’ve been thinking about things I want but don’t have. Don’t be too harsh, I drive through Highland Park on my way to work every day and get to see the beautiful houses with the expensive cars and the stay-at-home moms walking their dogs in their adorable workout clothes. I mean, how could I NOT think about having newer, nicer things? But, this morning I had an epiphany. Maybe that’s a little exaggerated, but I did realize something…. I have an AMAZING life. Seriously…wouldn’t trade it for the world! So why am I so interested in these worldly things that really won’t bring me happiness or peace? I don’t know, I guess because I’m human. And those new $400 shoes would make me look SO much cuter. And people would notice them and be all “OHHMIGOSH, where did you get your shoes??!?” And I’d let girls who also wear a size 6 borrow them if they wanted to, so they can also feel super cute and confident. Then I guess I’d really be happy. Hmm, that’s just skewed thinking, really. But I guess there’s no way to avoid it. I mean, we all do it, right? We have this car, but we really want that car. We live here when we really want to live on the other side of town or in the newer house/complex/condos/whatever.

So, here are a few reasons I’m grateful:

-Overall health
-Wonderful friends
-Loving, supportive family
-A job that I actually like. That’s a rarity.
-Fantastic relationship
-The Rangers are in the World Series
-Jesus loves me

-& lots, lots more. But I don’t want to brag. ; )

We all want things we don’t have. The difficult part is looking at what we do have and being thankful for the wonderful life we’ve been given.

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Wesley’s birthday was a couple of weeks ago. September 15th. We celebrated on the patio at Bolsa in Oak Cliff with his our friends. I had heard a lot about Bolsa, but had yet to try it. Let me just say that it definitely lived up to the hype. From the service (pushing together tables to accommodate an ever-growing group of people), to the drinks (pomegranate sangria? YUM!), to the food (burgers, steaks, quail, pizza, to-die-for bruschetta, all as fresh as possible).  It was a 10 all around!

I made mini-cheesecakes for dessert. It was my first stab at these, and they went over really well. In fact, one of the girls asked where I got the treats from. When I responded that I made them myself, she was in awe. (OK, that might be a slight exaggeration. But it’s really nice to know that everyone enjoys something you worked so hard on)


[Not the greatest picture, but it’s the only one I snapped.]

But the best part was that we were celebrating Wesley.

I feel so blessed to be sharing this part of my life with him. He amazes me more and more every day with his unfailing love and commitment. He’s one of the most intellectual and witty people I’ve ever known. He is supportive of everything I do/dabble in, and most importantly, my independence. Wes is always there to bring me back to reality and keep me grounded when I need it most. When I’m sad, he’s either a shoulder to cry on or a wanna-be comedian trying as hard as possible to make me laugh. He puts up with my silly nonsense and even plays along. I know I can count on him for anything, no matter how great the risk. I love him so much for that.

It’s a little late to say this on my blog, but since I have a knack for being late, I’ll say it anyways. Happy [late] birthday, Wesley!

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Sunday was spent resting. Most of my attention was geared toward watching Modern Family, with a nap or two mixed in. I honestly haven’t spent an entire day doing nothing since………I don’t know when. At first I felt really bad about it. I kept thinking of all the things that I could be doing. Finally, I just let go and admitted to myself that a day of rest is just what I need. And rest, I did. It was amazing!

I finally crawled my way out of bed and decided to become more human by showering and looking semi-presentable. I spent the rest of the night on a rooftop with some cool cats discussing people and life-size Jenga.


Lesson I learned: Sometimes it’s important to put all your “to-do’s” on hold and just be. You never realize how much you need it until you do it. Take time for yourself! You’ll feel like a whole new person.

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I realize my feet are dragging a bit on this one-a-day bloggage I have going on, but I’m adding 3 today to make up for it….one for each day.

Friday night a group of us went to the lovely Eno’s Pizza in Oak Cliff. If you live in DFW and haven’t been, you must go! The atmosphere is so cozy and fun. It’s perfect for a date or a large group. And the pizza is good. Not my favorite in Dallas, but I still give it 4 stars.

We went to celebrate my long-time friend Brad’s 26th birthday. It was a great celebration of life, pizza and karaoke (karaoke not at Eno’s). And of course, there was a bit of alcohol involved…you don’t sing “Wannabe” by Spice Girls without first having a few cocktails! Along with birthday celebrations, I also got to spend some time with these awesome ladies…

So thankful for my amazing group of friends!

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As a child, I always thought it’d be cool to go to Neverland and hang out with Tinkerbell. Actually, if we’re being honest, I still think it’d be cool. And apparently I’m not the only one.

Saturday night I’m attending a “Neverland” themed birthday party (there will be no pop stars or ferris wheels present). Deciding what I would dress as was quite challenging. I mean, there are so many options: Mermaid, Indian, Fairy, Pirate, Cowboy. I finally decided that a fairy would be most fitting for me, since I do like to dress up and am always looking for a chance to sprinkle a little glitter around. A standard fairy costume you find online just won’t cut it, either. I got a little vision in my head of my costume, and decided I would make the skirt. So, after dinner with a dear friend last night, I rushed home to bust out tulle, thread, elastic, and shiny leaves. The skirt is still in production, but I’ll post a picture once it’s complete.

I found out that I’m not the best when it comes to sewing a straight line, but that tulle is so secure!


(Top left: Fairy wings, Top right: Elastic with tulle sewed on BY HAND, people! This is a big step for me.  Bottom left & right: leaves of all shapes and colors)

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I know what you’re thinking…

Yes, I actually paid $10 to go see The Last Exorcism. What can I say? I’m a sucker for cheesy horror movies. I did, however, learn that not all exorcism movies are created equal. While this one did involve a sweet young girl, demon possession, vomit, and a few distorted body movements, the plot line was much unlike any other exorcism movie I’ve seen. I guess you could call it a “mockumentary” of sorts. I wouldn’t really recommend it unless you’re just into cheesy horror films…and if that’s the case, then let’s go to the movies!

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(Preface: I told you I was a procrastinator. Picture worthy day is finally beginning!)

Last night I suggested to Wesley that he and I play a game of tennis. He was beyond thrilled about the idea. After work we visited a local sporting goods store, bought rackets and balls, and were on our way to the tennis courts! I didn’t warn him about my lack of athletic ability, but I had a little hunch that he was on to me anyways. It was a nice night in Dallas, so naturally, the courts were packed. As we waited for a court to open up, I snapped a quick picture of us. I also mentioned that I might not be the best tennis player in the world. He understood.

As we busted out our shiny new rackets (mine was pink, of course), I made note of the people on the courts to each side of us. They seemed pro, so immediately I was a little intimidated and nervous about the possibility of accidentally hitting balls onto their courts. And this is where the story pretty much takes a nose-dive. It was terrible. One minute I would hit a ball into the net, the next minute I would hit it with the aim of a 4 year old swinging a bat for the first time.  I felt like a disgrace to mankind as I watched my poor boyfriend chase the balls from one side of the court to the other, all so that the strangers on the courts next to us could play an uninterrupted game.

My point: I’m an awful athlete, but I learned something valuable about Wesley. His patience is that of a saint. He even said he’d play with me again. What a guy!