Stop and Smell the Roses: Week 14

Happy Wednesday, lovelies! 

I'm sure by now all of you are well aware of what Wednesday's bring, but because I'm a blabber mouth I'm gonna ramble a bit about it anyway. Hump Days are the one day of the week where I Stop and Smell the Roses with Mandy and the other lovely ladies involved in this fantabulous link-up. It's a little  down time where I ponder the things that have been making me smile throughout the previous week. If you haven't yet joined in the fun, you definitely should. I promise you won't regret it! :)
So, this week you'll be happy to know that I've timed my dinner around this vlog in an attempt to keep me from unnecessarily rambling for over 5 mins...AGAIN! In other words, I put my homemade veggie pizza in the oven and sat down to film the vlog so that if I didn't quit my yapping in less than 5 mins it would burn. Bahaha! Drastic measures, sure, but ya know what? It worked! SUCCESS!!! Boom-chicka-bow-wow! Hopefully in the near future I'll not have to threaten myself with potentially burning my dinner, but hey, it's a leap in the right direction. We're making progress, people! We're making progress! :)

Well folks, I hate to love and leave you but I'm running away to rescue my pizza. After I've filled my belly I look forward to putting my feet up (seriously, after the day I've had I deserve a lazy night. Let's put it this way, I actually had to use the phrases "Excuse me! Stop poking Lucas in the eye with your bubble wand!!" and "We do NOT bite our socks and lick our legs during  carpet time!"  and "If you don't stop eating Ruby's hair..." Yep. Ya feelin' me now?) I'm excited to watch all of your lovely vlogs :)

I hope you're all enjoying a wonderful Wednesday! 
Thanks so much for stopping by!
Lots of love, love, love,


Sometimes and Always #7

Sometimes: I forget to restock the stash of tissues in my purse.
Always: While out perusing the great wide word, I find myself  the victim of the most embarrassing sneezing fit or contract a fast acting beastly cold which results in an orchestra of snot sniffles. Spending an entire train ride putting every ounce of effort towards damming the snot river inside ones nose is SO unattractive. Fact.

Sometimes: I wish I could take back all of my mistakes.
Always: I remember that if it weren't for those mistakes I wouldn't be the person that I am today. Mistakes help us to grow and become better people. They're miracles in disguise. 

Sometimes: I watch somebody eat a nice juicy hamburger topped with crisp vegetables and melted cheese and desperately wish I liked them.
Always: The smell of hamburger cooking (unless it's covered in taco seasoning) makes me want to vomit. It smells like rotten feet and burning blood. Blugh. Blugh. Blugh. Blugh... I'll be right back...
Sometimes: I think I might like to try some sugar or honey in my tea.
Always: I'm disgusted by the overpowering sweetness and rekindle my 'milk only, please!' spirit. 

Sometimes: I wish I had the guts to tell the old friends/shit heads that I gave too much of my heart, time and effort to to kiss my ass. 
Always: I realize that in doing that I'd be just as much of a shit head as they were. I don't need to stoop to the insensitive level of those immature and selfish people in order to make a point. I'd rather take the high road and go my separate way. I know that in doing that I'm the better person and better friend.

Sometimes: I ponder what it would be like to be a cat or a cow . Trouble and stress free - just munching, lounging around and enjoying the company of other cows and cats.
Always: I realize that I'm actually wasting my precious brain cells in contemplating something so utterly RIDONCULOUS - I mean come on, being a cat or a cow? - and I feel frightened that in my mid 20s I may already be losing my mind.
Sometimes: I attempt to go to the beach wearing only low(ish) SPF sunblock. 
Always: I come home looking like a lobstah! 

Sometimes: I think about what Carl and I will look like as a pair of 80 year oldie's who have been married for 60 some-odd years. 
Always: I laugh out loud as I picture him poking me with his cane (just to annoy me, obviously) while I scream 'leave me alone ya miserable bugger!'  and curse the day he was born. I also know that we'll still have to kiss each other 5 times in a row each night before we can fall asleep and I don't feel so scared about growing old.

What are your Sometimes and Always? Link up with us here and share! :)
Enjoy the rest of your Tuesday, my beautiful blog friends!
Lots of love, love, love,


Friday's Letters

Dear Weekend,
Buongiorno! I'm sure that by now you're well aware of how I consider you a very, very VERY close friend. I love ya to the moon and back, I really do. We go together ya see, like... two pees in a pod, pigs in shit and peanut butter and jelly. And I'd be forever grateful if you'd stick around for as long as humanly possible this week- don't you run away on me like you did 7 days ago. Let's make this week different. Let's make our time with one another really count because let's face it;  I need it. I crave it. I cherish it. 
I look forward to the next 48 hours more than you can ever comprehend.
Love always,
Your adoring BFF
Dear beautiful, perfect, warm, delightful English SUNSHINE,
Why have you been hiding from me for SO long? Why would you do that? I thought you cared? Don't you love me? 
I love you. 
Waking up in the morning to you is like waking up next to George Clooney (not that I actually know what that's like, but I'm damn near positive it's A-MA-ZING!...okay, so now I'm drooling...and off topic...) Anyway, you're big beautiful brightness fills my heart with joy and makes even the most craptastic days that little bit less craptastic. Today Laura and I sat out in the rose garden across from our school again just to bask in your glory. I'm not gonna lie. It was pretty much the best thing since sliced bread. Tomorrow I'm cheating on my lesson plans so that I can slip into my new bikini and be kissed by your rays all day long. And Sunday the in-laws and I are headed to the beach for the entire day - promise you'll be there? I'll be the one covered in oil. 
I know this is only the beginning of a summer fling, but I'm really falling head over heels. 
I need your lovin' baby!
Your (pasty white) beach babe ;)

Dear Husband,
Stop being a miserable bugger and come to the beach with us this weekend. Please?!? Pretty please with sugar on top and your favorite mint mousse?!?
I promise it won't kill you, and ya never know - you just might enjoy yourself. 
Love you the most,
Your Beanie
Dear Mama Lynne,
Buckle up and save your Weight Watchers points because I'm making us these super amazing Lemon Crinkle Cookies I found on Pinterest this weekend. If they're anything like those Lemonies you just might die. 

Dear Allergies or 80 billionth cold (I'm not entirely sure which one yet),
But whatever one you are... Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!? Take a hike bozo and stop harassing me! I've had more illnesses in the past year than you've had hot bodies so go stalk someone else. No joke. I think I've had my share of your type and I'm learning nothing from this never ending cycle of feeling like crap. I deserve better, dammit! Now go pick on someone your own size? Besides, now that Mother Nature has finally clocked on to the fact that it's summer and agreed to shower us with gloriousness, I need you - this stuffed-up, taste and smell evoking NASTINESS - to bugger off ASAP. 
Many thanks,
Your worst enemy 

Dear beastly Frankenstein fly that bit me today,
May a fly swatter make contact with you sometime in the very near future.
 That is all.

Dear PiƱa Colada,
Get. In. My. Belly.
Preferably at the same time as when Rupert Holmes magically appears to ask me if I like getting caught in the rain,  yoga or waking up at midnight.
Thanks so much.

Dear Mom, Dad and Sonya,
I miss you.
I love you.
We're SO close! 


Stop and Smell the Roses: Week 13

It's hump-day again, lovelies! The best vlogging day of the week! :) Which means I'm linking up with Mandy over at House of Rose and stopping to smell those roses!

I was born a big fat blabber mouth - just ask my parents and sister. They'll vouch! So, if you value your sanity and choose not to waste the next 5 minutes of your life listening to my ramblings - I totally understand. Have a great day! Ya'll come back now, ya hear?

However, if you love me like a fat kid loves cake (family and husband you BETTER be in this category of individuals!) then I do hope you enjoy this weeks vlog :) Grab some popcorn, recline that chair and try not to fall asleep.
I hope you all enjoy the rest of your Wednesday and week! Not long now til the weekend! Whooop! Thanks for stopping by and I can't wait to watch all of your videos!


Sometimes and Always #6

Sometimes: I find myself in awkward professional circumstances where I'd like to full on boot rude, arrogant, mean people in the ass.
Always: I realize that if I value my career I must forfeit my job as 'rude people ass booter.' So, in an attempt to make myself feel better when dealing with such dreadful human beings I call them potty words in my head and laugh at what they'd look like getting pooped on by a bird. How very mature of me.

Sometimes: I 100% cannot be bothered making dinner when I get home.
Always: I find that on days where I convince myself to stop being lazy, take the time and make the effort to whip up a home cooked meal it's SO worth it.  I dunno if it's because there's something entirely gratifying about having made your entire dinner from scratch or that 'healthy feeling' that comes with knowing exactly what's in your meal (aka chemical and additive free! Score!) 
Exhibit A 
Tonight's dinner of homemade veggie risotto.  It was scrumdiddlyumptious if I do say so myself.
Sometimes: I feel like I get so consumed in my own stressful deadlines and daily happenings that I completely neglect my friends.
Always: We make time for each other and pick right up where we last left off. I love that I have been blessed with such amazing amigos who are always there no matter what. It's special relationships like those that keep me humble, grounded and content. 

Sometimes: My eyes are too big for my belly.
Always: I'm still hungry if I consciously try to make 'small' portions. It's probably all in my head.

Sometimes: I find myself desperately wanting to plunge into another new book - there's nothing I love more than being completely consumed in a good read. Problem is: I struggle to find the time in this entirely hectic life I'm leading at the moment.
Always: At some stage I force myself to make a little time for a new book, even if I know that realistically I won't be able to finish it right away (this cleanses my soul. For cereal. Is that weird?) And 99.9% of the time the best books I read are those that have been recommended to me by friends. 
Exhibit B 
The Secret by Rhonda Byrne (thanks Toni and Emily!) Although I haven't finished it, it's pretty damn good up until now. I fully intend to write a blog post reviewing it when I turn that last page, so stay tuned!
Sometimes: I stress myself out WAY more than I need to and end up dreaming about weird things like forks chasing me or children eating my lesson plans. 
Always: I've come to the realization that I have in fact overreacted, given myself 800 unnecessary grey hairs and given birth to 3-7 new stress wrinkles. Hindsight is a beautiful thing people.

Sometimes: When I'm cuddling with Carl I find a family of belly button fuzz about to embark on an adventure from his belly button into our bed.
Always: I scream "Ew, Baby! Sort out your fuzz!" and he throws it at me, all the while giggling like a disgusting little boy. Whoda thunk he's nearly 30?

Sometimes: I complain about English weather.
Always: A lovely sunny day with temps in the high 70s (like today) comes along and I find myself admiring how beautiful my English home is and how much I'm going to miss it.
Exhibit C
Today's lunch break with Laura, which we enjoyed in the rose garden in the park across from our school. Lovely jubbly. 
Sometimes: I catch my little Kindergartner's eating their boogers, sneezing all over each other, itching their butts and picking at old scabs. It's soon after I shout at them to stop that I make the mental note to: avoid hugs for the rest of the day in an attempt to steer clear of the dreaded Germs germs germs germs...
Always: I completely ignore my own warnings and within 5 minutes have found myself the recipient of approximately 8,859,857 hugs. I just love all of my little kiddos too much not to hug them back. They're little gems, every single one.

Well, that's it for me today! I hope you're all enjoying your Tuesday! 
Thanks for stopping by, guys!
Lots of love, love, love,


My Sonya

I remember terrorizing you as a baby. 
I remember how you used to follow me around like my shadow. 
I remember the silly song we made about our Max and how we used to sing it nonstop, like a broken record.
I remember how you used to be obsessed with peanut butter on Saltine crackers...oh, and the time you dipped your popcorn in mustard (I still think you're a freak).
I remember cheering your name at all of your softball games.
I remember doing your make up for your prom.

I remember gallivanting around town with Mom taking your senior pictures.
I remember the day you graduated from High School...
and giving you your special photo collage.
I remember how sad I felt at my bon voyage party thinking about saying goodbye and living abroad for so long.
And how happy we were when you came to visit me in England.
I remember the summer when we went Kayaking together for the first time.
and our silly summer bike rides...
And I remember when my little baby sister turned 21 and had her first 'Woo Woo' cocktail.
But up until last night, it hadn't dawned on me how fast the past 23 years have gone. I still remember blowing bubbles and building blanket forts with you, how can you be so grown up already? How can it be that my little baby sister isn't so little any more? Yesterday it finally sunk in that you're no longer that cute little girl who used to tag along beside me on adventures through the woods, do cannon balls into our swimming pool, and tattle to Dad when I'd stolen some of his mini Reese's from inside the coffee table. Instead, you're a beautiful, intelligent, kind hearted, independent young woman who is my very best friend in the whole wide world. 
Yesterday you walked across a big stage, shook hands with the president of Castleton State College and graduated with a BA in Developmental Psychology. As I sat in a friends house all the way across the pond in jolly ol' England, I admired the beautiful photos Mom was sending of your graduation day and I cried. I cried because I wished I was there to cheer obnoxiously loud as your name was announced. I cried because I couldn't give you a congratulatory hug and kiss like a big sister should. I cried because you looked so happy and I wasn't able to share that with you. I cried because I still can't believe you're old enough to have graduated from college. I cried because I am so unbelievably proud of you that I'm struggling to understand how I've not exploded. I cried because now you're finally free to really spread your wings and make all of your dreams come true. I cried because I'm so happy for you and I want you to promise me you'll dream big and do whatever/go wherever makes you happiest.
Sonya, you're one of the most special people in my life and it doesn't matter if you're 2 or 60, I will always be your big sissy. I want you to remember that I will always be here to support you in all that you do. I'll pick you up and dust you off when you fall down. I'll try my best to offer advice and guidance. When you're sad I'll make silly monkey faces and remind you of the time I was attacked by Captain Hook in the bathtub. I'll wipe your cheeks when tears roll down. I'll stand beside you when you need a friend. I'll tell you when you're being a shit head and you know I have no problem kicking you in the ass when you're being miserable and stubborn. I want you to always remember that I want the very best for you in life and if you ever need me I will always be there. I promise.

Congratulations on your graduation from college, baby Sheester! You rock and I am bursting with pride :)
I love you so much it hurts and I can't wait to shower you in hugs and kisses as soon as I land in July. But in the meantime, dream big! 

Love always,


Friday's Letters

Dear Husband,
I understand you're concerned with your own health, but if you ever refuse to kiss me good morning AND goodnight because I'm "plagued with the lurgy" (aka suffering from a nasty 24 hour tummy bug) I'll have to thump you. I mean seriously, we shared a spoon when eating yoghurt so how you figure you'll not catch it from that but you will from kissing is beyond me. You're a turd and I want my daily kisses back. 
Muchos gracias,
your loving plague-free wife
MWAH xoxo

Dear Mama and Papa-in-law,
Thank you SO MUCH for spoiling me rotten and buying me my dream graduation dress! It arrived in the post this past Tuesday and I LOVE it! I feel like Lucille Ball when it's on and I can't wait to wear it on the day I officially become a teacher! :)
You're the best xoxo
Dear Coldplay,
You're still the best band EVER, I'm still as obsessed with you as always and I'm still counting down the days until I can once again oogle over your amazingness in concert. In just 23 days I'll be seeing ya boys, so keep your eyes peeled. I'll be that crazy obnoxious American girl waving frantically and belting out every last word to every last song in the most vile singing voice ever. I may have also consumed a tiny bit of wine so if I charge you like a rabid buffalo for a cuddle, just stand your ground and cuddle me back. I promise I won't bite...too hard.
It's a date and I can't wait. (I'm also a poet and I didn't know it! Ha!)
Your biggest fan xoxo

Dear number on my bathroom scale,
I love that you're continuing to get smaller and smaller each week. HIGH FIVE! However, from this point on consider yourself warned that if this pattern doesn't continue there will be hell to pay. I wanna be a beach babe come the end of June. So work with me and let's do this thing!

Dear Say Yes to the Dress,
I freakin LOVE you and I love even more that you're finally being aired in England (too bad it's 4 years too late and only 2 months before I move back home...but hey).  Every time I watch one of your episodes I get more and more excited to make one of my dreams come true: the day I step foot inside Kleinfelds for a wedding dress try-on-athon where (for the first time EVER) my Mom, Grandma, best friend and sister will be present. Special memories just waiting to be made. 
I feel like crying happy tears. I so excited. For cereal.

Dear little Jamie,
Thank you for raising your hand to tell me (in the middle of story time) that you don't pick your nose and eat it because that's 'yucky'.  Bravo. Well done. You're a rockstar my boy!
Mrs Anderson

Dear Robin Williams,
I watched Patch Adams again the other night and fell in love with you all over again. You're one of my favorite actors and your cute fuzziness reminds me SO MUCH of a koala bear/my Dad. I wanna hug you. Oh, and I bawled my eyes out (yet again) when you read my all time favorite love poem with my favorite verse:

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you simply, without problems or pride:

I love you in this way

because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I nor you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep

it is your eyes that close.

The last part of that verse is in my American wedding vows to Carl and it was good for my heart to hear them spoken in such a beautiful way. It filled me with love. If I had some extra gold lying around to cast I'd give you the Golden Amanda Award. But as I don't this measly blog shout out will have to do.

Dear Oreos dipped in Nutella,
STOP TAUNTING ME! Believe me when I tell you that you're oh so good, but you stick to my ass therefore you're an addiction I need to kick. 
I'm sorry.

Dear Weekend,
Welcome! I'm so glad you could make it. Now let's put our feet up and relax :)


Stop and Smell the Roses: Week 12

Happy Wednesday, lovelies!

Today I'm a little under the weather so please take no notice of my lack of enthusiasm on this weeks video. I promise I really am excited to be taking part in Mandy's link-up, and although I'm an epic smile failure in this Vlog, next week I'll make up for it times 8 billion. You'll grow to hate the sight of my teeth. Promise.
Seriously, how unflattering are these thumbnails? Does anyone else have this problem or am I the only one who pulls the most ridiculous faces? Ha!

Here's the link for the Yankee Candle Signature Reed Diffuser's that I talked about. They last for a good month and a half and they're quite strong (I don't recommend putting one in a really small room unless you're okay with having your head blown off as soon as you enter it). I place one in our kitchen and one in our bedroom and between those two our entire apartment smells yummy. I love them (so does my MIL - she's obsessed with the Vanilla Lime flavor) and I promise they're worth every penny. My favorite scent is the Black Cherry although Carl recently bought me the Country Lemonade candle and that smells good enough to eat too :) If you have a favorite Yankee Candle scent, please share! I'm always excited to try out new ones!

I hope you all enjoy the rest of your week! Thanks for stopping by and I can't wait to watch all of your videos!
Lots of love, love, love,


Sometime and Always #5

Sometimes: I have an unbelievably craptastic week.
Always: I dig my way out of the little rut I'm in and find that the next week is much better. 

Sometimes: I go with my little students on a field trip.
Always: I'm in bed, with a booming headache, by 7:45 that night. Those little buggers can tucker you out like it's nobodies business! But the headache and exhaustion is so worth it when I think about the smiles on their faces as they pulled enormous bubbles up over their bodies or the excitement in their voices when they finally reached the top of the rock climbing wall and yelled "Look Mrs. Anderson! I did it!" I love my little Kindergartener's and it makes me want to cry knowing I have to say goodbye to them in two weeks.
Sometimes: I bow down to my Pinterest temptation and make a yummy new dessert like my beloved Lemonies I shared about in this post. I find comfort in promising I'll only try a bit and put the rest of the little heavenly morsels in the freezer for a later date. 
Always: I lie to myself and end up eating EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM like the fatty that I am. But do I feel guilty? Hell no. I'd do it again tomorrow they're that good! Ha!

Sometimes: I hit the Live Pause button on our DVR while I hurry away to make some snack I don't need, put in a load of laundry, or Skype chat with my Momma.
Always: When I return I (like a twonk) push Live TV  and spend the next 10 minutes swearing like a Banshee as I furiously press the rewind button in order to get back to where I paused it in the first place. Oh, and while I'm rewinding I see the entire show and know exactly how it ends. I do it every time. You think I'd learn...
Sometimes: I seriously CRAVE my American goodies like a pregnant woman craves pickles and ice cream (does that ever really happen? I mean seriously... pickles and ice cream?! Nutella and Oreos sure but pickles and ice cream? That's worse than boogers and snot).
Always: A beautiful family member or friend thinks of me and sends some of my favorite yum yums. This time it was my twinnie Jen (you're an absolute doll!) who snuck some of my favorite Chicken in a Biskit crackers in with the GORGEOUS rosette necklaces my mother-in-law and I had ordered from her Etsy shop The Polka Dot Posie. I feel so blessed to have found such a sweet friend who, although we've never met in person, takes the time to send me my favorite goodies. I'm one lucky girl :)
Sometimes: While riding the train I catch myself instinctively bobbing my head, tapping my foot and lip syncing to the music on my iPod. 
Always: I realize what I'm doing and how ridiculous I look only because I've caught glimpse of some old woman who's watching me out of the corner of her eye. I can always tell by the look on her face she thinks I'm a FREAK who's moments away from going Charlie Sheen on everyone's ass. I'm totally not. Promise. 

Sometimes: Carl tickles me on my tummy and I laugh so hard I can't breathe, my ribs hurt, and I fear I'm seconds away from peeing my pants.
Always: I become alarmingly aware of how goose-like my belly laugh can be and how much his sounds like Johnny Knoxville. Love it.

Sometimes: I tell myself that I'm at the age where perhaps I need to let go of some of my childish obsessions - like Disney movies, cuddling Philippe Mario (my gingerbread teddy bear) and petting my 'tickle' (a hole ridden, satin lined, comfort blanket given to me before I was born from my Aunt Juanita) to sleep.
Always: I realize life is too short and if I wanna fall asleep watching The Little Mermaid as I cuddle Philippe Mario and pet tickle, then I will. In addition to that I'll spend months waiting to receive an email back from Pottermore so I can finally complete my registration and do a long anticipated happy dance around the house.  HECK YEAH!
Sometimes: I stand at the calendar on our fridge counting down the days until Carl and I move back home to Vermont.
Always: I feel a pit in my stomach because I know we'll miss our English home, friends and family so much it's unreal. I hate airports because they always mean saying goodbye to someone I love and I hate that no matter where Carl and I live we'll always be an Ocean away from one of our homes. They say everything happens for a reason, so I guess maybe the Atlantic Ocean is there to prove that we're stronger than we ever thought we could be and teach us to appreciate every minute we spend with loved ones.