January262012

This afternoon I decided to indulge in a mani/pedi because well…I’ve been sick all week and well…because dammit, I deserve it right?! Anyway, while I was getting an extra ten minute foot massage the Blind Side came on the TV and suddenly I was in the most ironic scenario. Here I was, in a pretentious Westchester town getting my nails did surrounded by white, privileged females. We were all watching this incredibly sad movie about an underprivileged young, black man doing one of the most privileged things we could have been doing at the time. Getting our nails done for the week.

It left me feeling…what’s the word I’m looking for. Icky? It just didn’t settle well with me. I wonder if we need these little reminders, a simple movie, to remember just how very blessed we are or if we need them to remind ourselves of just how little we’re doing to make this world a little bit better.

December262011
5PM
“There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.” Erma Bombeck  (via her0inchic)

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4PM

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4PM
love.

love.

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December92011
bahahaha!!! genius. 

bahahaha!!! genius. 

8PM
her0inchic:

 
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.  She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
Dear God,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.Love, MeredithWe put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.  I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:Dear Meredith,Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.Love,God…

Quite possibly the sweetest thing I’ve read in a while. 

her0inchic:

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.  She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:


Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.


I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.


Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.

A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.  I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’

Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:


Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.


Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.


Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. 

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.


I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love,
God…

Quite possibly the sweetest thing I’ve read in a while. 

December72011
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This might just be my all time favorite Beatles song. 

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December62011

This past Sunday may have possibly been one of the most fun days of my life. It sounds a bit dramatic, trust me, I know, however it’s honestly the truth. I knew it was going to be an amazing day when we walked into Mad River preparing to board our booze bus and realizing that I knew several people there. When I say “knew” I mean I went to high school with these guys. It’s been seven years since I’d seen some of them but we instantly became besties. Including their parents. It was so nice having pseudo-parents around all day. 

Day drinking with old and new friends, being surrounded by Packer fans, people generally from Green Bay/De Pere warmed my heart so much. It made me miss Wisconsin immensely. After such an intense game and losing our voices from cheering so loudly, we headed back to Mad River and stayed until they literally said we couldn’t stay there any longer. Every day this week I have woken up with a smile on my face and the Packers road to perfection mix playing. 

Proud to be a Sconnie. 

November292011
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I just found this old voice memo on my iTunes account of Kendall singing Silent Night last Christmas. How precious is she?!

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