tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42851309860079682722024-03-12T20:25:00.578-06:00C'est La VieThe ramblings of a 20 something gal who's taking this life and making it her ownErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.comBlogger425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-27434338989336212532014-10-06T21:18:00.002-06:002014-10-06T21:19:48.980-06:00And all at once, summer collapsed into fall<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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There is nothing better than the start of Fall.</div>
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The air is crisp, the light is softer, <br />
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The urge to spend as much time in the summer sun slowly fades </div>
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Weekend runs in the early morning sun are cherised, </div>
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and the mountains are bathed in gold.</div>
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Fitzgerald said it best in <em>The Great Gatsby</em>:</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Life starts all over again </span><br />
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Can we all just agree that this is one of our happy little fantasies?</div>
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Yep...thought so.</div>
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You're welcome.</div>
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-62047893094078636782014-01-09T16:15:00.005-07:002014-01-09T16:28:32.526-07:00Random Thoughts on a ThursdayI started the day off a bit cranky, and it seems that getting my attitude under control took all of the focus I had in me today. So, how about we go at this bulleted-style?<br />
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<li>Sometimes shoes are overrated. I've been wandering all around my office in just my socks today, and I'm ok with it.</li>
<li>I've turned my coworkers into popcorn addicts...and I'm not apologizing.</li>
<li>I'm finally getting my hair colored next weekend, and I'm itching to do something a bit bolder than usual.</li>
<li>I've been gravitating towards neutrals lately...there's been an influx of black, greys, ivories, and blushes in my wardrobe. Color is currently brought to you by scarves and jewelry.</li>
<li>Today has been one of those days when many of the deep thoughts running through my head have been grasped by bloggers and turned into beautifully written posts. I love when my soul feels like it's being heard throughout the interwebs.</li>
<li>Tonight is pizza and <em>Game of Thrones</em> night with my good friend, Nate. He got me hooked on <em>GOT</em>, and is now in charge of feeding my addiction...I feed him as a thank you.</li>
<li>I'm pretty sure Tony and I spent less than an hour together last night with both of us awake. I may have let my inner old lady loose and decided to snuggle into the couch for a little "nap" around 8:00 PM.</li>
<li>There are no words to describe how happy I am to be able to stream the last 2 seasons of <em>Dexter</em> on Netflix. No words.</li>
<li>Book club meets in 2 weeks and I am itching for a new reading assignment! I'm determined to not slack off on club reads this year. </li>
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There's an undeniable freedom that comes with giving yourself permission. </div>
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I keep expanding that sentence and then deleting everything after "permission" because that short, possibly incomplete sentence truly sums it up. It's that simple: you give yourself permission to feel what you are feeling, to act upon what you're itching to do, or in some cases, to not do something. You've given yourself the power and justification to follow through. We, as humans, are our harshest critic. In fact, I think we stand in our own way more often than not. I know I am frequently guilty of this. I have to mull over things, <strike>rant about them</strike> discuss them an unnecessary number of times <em>(usually with my Mom)</em>, continue to mull, and if I'm lucky, I will finally give myself permission to let go, to feel, to act, to...something..anything. Although, to be honest, that whole giving-of-permission thing typically still requires affirmation by someone else<em> (again, usually my Mom. She's awesome)</em>.</div>
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It's tough, really tough, to let yourself be okay with not doing something you think you should, or to feel a certain way about someone, or even to <strong>not</strong> let go of something, to continue to mull or to rant. Usually the things we resist giving ourselves permission to do have some kind of negative social connotation. Permission to not go to the gym that day. Permission to be angry. Permission to not like someone. It's hard to simply act on something that we feel bad about. Why? There ought to be a balance between the good and the bad feelings/actions/words, but it seems that one of the two always requires permission*, which makes finding that balance constant work.</div>
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I don't know about you, but I feel guilty when I think negatively towards someone, or hold onto anger for what seems to be too long. It's hard for me to allow myself to accept those feelings and thoughts. I should be a better person. I should be able to let go. I should be able to accept other people. I should be able to accept my feelings. I should, I should, I should. But you know what? If I was as perfect as my guilt tells me I should be, I wouldn't be me. I'm the accumulation of both my positive and negative traits, and, truly, perfection is more of a myth than a goal.</div>
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This past year has been a doozy. It had its ups and downs, just like any other year, but what really stands out for me are the things I spent so much of the year mulling over and ranting about. I hadn't given myself permission to feel what I was feeling and to just let that be the end of it. Well, I'm hoping to change that. I'm working on giving myself permission. </div>
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I am giving myself permission to not like certain people in my life whom I do not respect, but I cannot simply walk away from. I give myself permission to only interact with them when I have to, and to try and focus on the good, however minor it may be, in those interactions. But mostly, I'm giving myself permission to try and find some peace with their unavoidable place in my life. Without that, I risk the chance of always resenting them for disrupting my life and the lives of those I care about.</div>
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I am giving myself permission to not send gifts to everyone next year. It may sound mean, but I'm tired of spending my money on a gift that won't be reciprocated. This isn't to say that I'm greedy with gifts, but it hurts to put time and effort into finding the perfect something for someone and get nothing more than a thank you in return <em>(if you get anything at all)</em>. Yes, the thank you is genuine and heartfelt, but it starts to feel like you're only worth the amount of time it takes to pen a quick note or a text. The efforts simply do not balance on both sides, and that takes its toll.</div>
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I am giving myself permission to be upset about the many stressors currently in Tony's life. A new job. A town ravaged by flooding. His father's health issues. Sibling relationships and personalities. Tony's back and neck problems that have left him in constant pain. I have absolutely no control over any of these aspects of Tony's life, but they impact our daily life. I'm giving myself permission to be selfish -- to be upset about how his stressors have effected my life and our relationship. And, I'm giving myself permission to hope. We are a priority for each other, and we will work on fixing the stressors that we can.</div>
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Permissions aren't a cure-all, but they're a step towards alleviating some of the weight we all carry on our shoulders. </div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">*I understand it's just as possible to need permission to feel/think about/act upon the positive in life as it is the negative.</span></em> Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-78942659071916205522013-12-31T10:22:00.003-07:002014-01-02T09:51:58.402-07:002013: A Year in Books<div style="text-align: center;">
Happy New Year's Eve, everyone! The fun thing about this time of year is getting to read everyone's recaps. It's nice to get a summary of the past 12 months, to be reminded of some of your favorite reads on other people's blog, or even discover a post or two that were missed...12 months can amount to a whole lot of written words, after all.</div>
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As you all know, my posting has dwindled down to barely a post a month. The reasoning behind that is a post unto itself, which, if I get my act together as I would like, will make its way out of my drafts folder and onto this neglected space soon. Needless to say, while there has been more than enough to recap in my real life, my blog life hasn't left enough behind to waste anyone's time with. Instead, I leave you with my reading list for the year. For me, this is a legit recap; I can look at the title and remember where I was and who I was with when I finished each of these books. Books 6 through 11 were read on the beach in Mexico while vacationing with Tony. I started book 28 during my first week in my new job. These books hold memories for me:</div>
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1. <em>666 Park Avenue</em>, Gabriella Pierce<br />
2. <em>The Diviners <span style="color: #999999;">(The Diviners #1)</span></em>, Libra Bray *<br />
3. <em>Reached <span style="color: #999999;">(Matched #3)</span></em>, Ally Condie<br />
4. <em> Changeling <span style="color: #999999;">(Order of Darkness #1)</span></em>, Phillipa Gregory<br />
5. <em>Just One of the Guys</em>, Kristan Higgins<br />
6. <em>Waterfall <span style="color: #999999;">(River of Time #1)</span></em>, Lisa T. Bergren *<br />
7. <em>Vanity Fare</em>, Megan Caldwell<br />
8. <em>The Restorer <span style="color: #999999;">(Graveyard Queen #1)</span></em><span style="color: #999999;">,</span> Amanda Stevens<br />
9. <em>It Had to be You <span style="color: #999999;">(Chicago Stars #1)</span></em>, Susan Elizabeth Phillips<br />
10. <em>Midnight on Julia Street</em>, Ciji Ware *<br />
11. <em>A Cottage By the Sea</em>, Ciji Ware *<br />
12. <em>Crystal Cove <span style="color: #999999;">(Friday Harbor #4)</span></em>, Lisa Kleypas<br />
13. <em>City Girl, Country Vet</em>, Cathy Woodman<br />
14. <em>The Best Man <span style="color: #999999;">(Blue Heron #1)</span></em>, Kristan Higgins<br />
15. <em>A Light on the Veranda</em>, Ciji Ware<br />
16. <em>The Mermaid Collector</em>, Erika Marks<br />
17. <em>City of Fallen Angels <span style="color: #999999;">(The Mortal Instruments #4)</span></em>, Cassandra Clare *<br />
18. <em>The Ashford Affair</em>, Lauren Willig *<br />
19. <em>Whiskey Beach</em>, Nora Roberts *<br />
20. <em>Semi-Sweet: A Novel of Love and Cupcakes</em>, Roisin Meaney<br />
21. <em>A Royal Pain <span style="color: #999999;">(Unruly Royals #1)</span></em>, Megan Mulry<br />
22. <em>Cascade <span style="color: #999999;">(River of Time #2)</span></em>, Lisa T. Bergren *<br />
23. <em>Torrent <span style="color: #999999;">(River of Time #3)</span></em>, Lisa T. Bergren *<br />
24. <em>Dead Ever After <span style="color: #999999;">(Sookie Stackhouse #13)</span></em>, Charlaine Harris<br />
25. <em>The Light Between Oceans</em>, M.L. Stedman *<br />
26. <em>The Witch of Little Italy</em>, Suzanne Palmieri-Hayes<br />
27. <em>Brooklyn Girls</em>, Gemma Burgess<br />
28. <em><span style="color: #0b5394;">Beautiful Ruins</span></em>, Jess Walters<br />
29. <em>The Girls' Guide to Love and Supper Clubs</em>, Dana Bate<br />
30. <em>Letters from Skye</em>, Jessica Brockmole<br />
31. <em>Finding Colin Firth</em>, Mia March *<br />
32. <em>NYPD Red</em>, James Patterson<br />
33. <em>The Meryl Streep Move Club</em>, Mia March *<br />
34. <em><span style="color: #0b5394;">Where'd You Go Bernadette</span></em>, Maria Semple *<br />
35. <em>If the Shoe Fits <span style="color: #999999;">(Unruly Royals #2)</span></em>, Megan Mulry *<br />
36. <em>Winds of Salem <span style="color: #999999;">(The Beauchamp Family #3)</span></em>, Melissa de la Cruz *<br />
37. <em>Summerset Abbey <span style="color: #999999;">(Summerset Abbey #1)</span></em>, T.J. Brown<br />
38. <em>The Maze Runner <span style="color: #999999;">(Maze Runner #1)</span></em>, James Dashner<br />
39. <em>The Firebird <span style="color: #999999;">(Slains #2)</span></em>, Susanna Kearsley *<br />
40. <em>The Week Before the Wedding</em>, Beth Kendrick<br />
41. <em> MacNamara's Woman</em>, Lisa Gardner as Alicia Scott<br />
42. <em>Allegiant <span style="color: #999999;">(Divergent #3)</span></em>, Veronica Roth<br />
43. <em>Dark Witch <span style="color: #999999;">(Cousins O'Dwyer Triliogy #1)</span></em>, Nora Roberts *<br />
44. <em>Fifty Shades of Gray <span style="color: #999999;">(Fifty Shades #1)</span></em>, E.L. James *<br />
45. <em>Fifty Shades Darker <span style="color: #999999;">(Fifty Shades #2)</span></em>, E.L. James<br />
46. <em>Fifty Shades Freed <span style="color: #999999;">(Fifty Shades #3)</span></em>, E.L. James<br />
47. <em>The Perfect Match <span style="color: #999999;">(Blue Heron #2)</span></em>, Kristan Higgins<br />
48. <em>The Bookman's Tale: A Novel of Obsession</em>, Charlie Lovett *<br />
49. <em>Takedown Twenty <span style="color: #999999;">(Stephanie Plum #20)</span></em>, Janet Evanovich<br />
50. <em>Under the Never Sky <span style="color: #999999;">(Under the Never Sky #1)</span></em>, Veronica Rossi *<br />
51. <em>Through the Ever Night <span style="color: #999999;">(Under the Never Sky #2)</span></em>, Veronica Rossi *<br />
52. <em>The Heist</em>, Janet Evanovich and Lee Goldberg<br />
53. <em><span style="color: #0b5394;">My Story</span></em>, Elizabeth Smart<br />
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The books with an asteric (*) next to them were my favorites, and the ones in <span style="color: #0b5394;">blue</span> were book club reads. I was horribly remiss with finishing book club reads this year...were I to add books that had been started, but never completed to this list it would be twice as long and include several more books in blue.</div>
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You'll notice a theme with my reading list: I like Young Adult, sci-fi/dystopian society novels, adore series <em>(I get attached to characters)</em>, and am a total sucker for anything with a bit of romance. Feel free to check out my <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/3122072-erin?order=d&page=1&shelf=read&sort=date_read&view=table" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> account to see what else I've read and what books I can't wait to get my hands on. You may find some goodies to add to your list, too!</div>
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Inspired by the snow, the holiday season, and my new tote, I find myself watching the final episode of <em>Downton Abbey</em> season 2 -- the Christmas episode. This is, by far, my favorite episode of all 3 seasons. I know that sounds odd since so much of the episode has to do with the Spanish Flu and possible death, but it's also the episode when Matthew and Mary share a dance and an unexpected kiss; when Anna and Bates finally marry; and when Mary finally opens up her heart to Matthew's proposal. Christmas and romance all tied up with a British period-piece bow is about as good as it gets in my world.</div>
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So, to play along with this month's theme of thankfulness, I thought I would share some of what I'm most thankful for:<br />
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<li>My parents. There are no words to describe how grateful I am to have the family that I do. We're a small but stubborn, opinionated, and lively bunch, and I wouldn't have it any other way.</li>
<li>Tony. 2 years in and the strength of my feelings for this man still catches me off guard. He is kind, generous, funny, supportive, and loves me without question. </li>
<li>My friendships. This is such a broad item, and it doesn't seem enough to devote only a single bullet point to it, but for the sake of this post it'll have to do. I have such variety in my friendships and each one adds unique value to my life. I cannot imagine not having my friends to call on in good and in bad times, nor can I imagine not being able to support them in kind.</li>
<li>Ruby and Ringo. My goodness, but my life is so much fuller with those two crazy dogs in it. I was never a dog person until Tony brought those furry monsters into my life, and now I cannot imagine a homecoming that doesn't involve Ruby's stubby, little tail wagging, and Ringo's excited requests to play <em>(all.the.freaking.time)</em>.</li>
<li>Books. This may seem a bit ridiculous, but life without books is no life at all. I have bags of books in my car, stacks of books surrounding my overflowing bookshelf at home, and books on nearly every flat surface at Tony's; they complete me.</li>
<li>My health. I may be prone to sinus infections, but overall I'm healthy and happy, and that is a wonderful thing.</li>
<li>My job. My work-life has gone through quite a few changes over the past year, and while I wouldn't say I feel completely settled where I'm at, I'm more even-keeled, which is a wonder for my psyche. I work for a University that feels like home to me, and I get to learn something new every day. There is also pride in the maturity and independence that comes with a steady paycheck. </li>
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Goodness knows there are countless other things I could add to this list, but that would make me no different than the daily thankers, so I think I'll stop here. Those 7 items are simply a foundation for all of the little, wonderful things in life. <br />
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I'm sure any of you who've managed to watch the news today have heard about the flooding in Colorado. We have, once again, my national news thanks to Mother Nature. I'm lucky that most of the flooding is south of where I am or west into the canyon, but it's been a truly surreal day, nonetheless. Overnight, mountain dams had broken and rivers and creeks all around the Boulder area started to overflow their banks. We received 6 months worth of rain in less than a day, which is incredible in and of itself, but even more so when you consider the fact that Colorado was in a wildfire-ridden drought for most of the summer. Like I said, surreal.<br />
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My morning started a little after 5:00 am with a text from Tony telling me he was on-call to head into work to relieve his boss from her all-night efforts to decrease flood damage in the office. I don't think I've ever mentioned it before, but Tony works for the town of Lyons, which is a small mountain community northwest of Boulder...and it was pummeled with rain all night long (as was the river that runs through town). Because I do not have television up in Fort Collins, I hopped online and started reading through the news sites. The stories were awful: Boulder Creek was rushing like a river and overflowing its banks; a 15-25 foot wall of water had rushed through Boulder's Lefthand Canyon, trapping an emergency responder in a tree; the town of Lyons was surrounded by 3-5 feet of water, essentially turning the town into an island; and the stories just kept coming all day long, as did the rain. Needless to say, Lyons' island effect kept Tony from making it into work today; in fact, the town was completely isolated until this evening when the National Guard finally made it in.</div>
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It didn't take long for the canyon highways west of Fort Collins to start flooding, including the main road up to Estes Park, which literally collapsed. Like Lyons, Estes Park has essentially been cut-off: there is currently only one open road in and out of town, and images of Estes' Main Street look more like a river than a street. I could go on and on about Colorado's flooded out towns, including Colorado Springs and the Denver Metro area, but I think you all get the point. I almost feel bad that Fort Collins has been effected other than being sopping wet, but then I watch the news stories and talk to Tony, and I feel so grateful. Mother Nature sure is giving my state a beating!</div>
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<strong>For more information and photos, visit </strong><a href="http://www.9news.com/default.aspx"><strong>9News.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong></div>
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-90245106951240865152013-06-30T18:14:00.003-06:002013-06-30T18:18:16.606-06:00The joys of Google Reader's disappearance<div style="text-align: center;">
Please bear with me as I try to get myself set up on bloglovin'...</div>
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Moving over all of the blogs that I currently follow was a piece of cake, but trying to claim my own blog? Yea, that's proving unnecessarily difficult. Lol, I am sure this is due to operator error more than anything else. </div>
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Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-90044367029206677482013-06-13T22:45:00.002-06:002013-06-13T22:54:26.685-06:00Summer colds and New York City kisses<div style="text-align: center;">
Summer colds are the worst. </div>
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I know after an unintentional, month-long silence from this neglected space, you all are mighty impressed with my opening line...it's ok, go ahead and admit it. </div>
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In all seriousness, I really didn't mean to not blog for so long. I've actually felt inspired to babble via the written word again, but life got in the way. Since I last blogged, I applied for, interviewed for, accepted, and started a new job. That's a lot of change in a short period of time for a self-proclaimed creature of habit. So, bear with me through fiscal year end insanity in the world of higher education, and, fingers-crossed, you all will be rewarded with more consistent babbling on C'est La Vie.</div>
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Back to my original, brilliant statement: why is it that a cold is a downer in fall and winter and is masked by allergies in spring, but royally kicks a person's butt in the summer? Summer colds seem far more miserable than winter colds. After unsuccessfully trying to burn this cold away with spicy cajun food tonight, I've settled in with a box of kleenex and <em>Something Borrowed</em>. I love this movie <em>(and loved the book)</em>. A part of me feels a little guilty for liking this movie since it practically condones cheating, but then I remind myself that it really explores the numerous facets of human relationships and my guilt decreases. <em>This could be the cold meds talking.</em> Now, I could happily babble a while longer, but Dexter just told Rachel that she was all he ever thought about in law school and next he's going to chase her outside and kiss her, illumunated by the lights of a busy New York City street...time to call it a night.</div>
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<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-42073811862580590012013-05-13T14:05:00.000-06:002013-05-13T14:05:16.097-06:00It's impossible to say no to this face<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Those of you who follow me on facebook and/or instagram (@erin_cestlavie) have already seen this picture, but I just had to share it anyway. Ringo was not impressed by me trying to work on homework on Saturday...he couldn't understand why I would pick a textbook over his cute face. And, lucky for him, I eventually gave in. Saturday just wasn't meant for homework...it was meant for 45 lb lap-dog cuddles. </div>
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Oh goodness, but I adore this face!</div>
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-60407649626493353462013-05-09T20:28:00.004-06:002013-05-09T20:28:52.348-06:00The best kind of night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes a quiet night in is the best kind of night.</div>
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Because I spend my weekends and one weeknight at Tony's <em>(in a different town)</em>, I tend to jam-pack my remaining weeknights in town. I have errands to run, workouts to sweat through, homework to ponder, and friends to catch-up with. I truly am blessed, but those work-to gym-to dinner-to friends evenings can be exhausting. Added to that would be my 45-minute commute on the nights I do go to Tony's. It's a gorgeous drive along the foothills, made better when the light is golden and it's warm enough to open the sunroof, but it's still a commute nonetheless. So, in town or down at Tony's, my weeknights always seem rushed. </div>
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Which is what makes nights like tonight so lovely: just me, my favorite hodge-podge kind of dinner <em>(avocado, Morning Star sausage, & cranberry walnut bread, by the way)</em>, a new book, and season 6 of <strong><em>Dexter</em></strong>. And a glass of red wine...obviously. </div>
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Ahhh, an evening of relaxation!</div>
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-25722024122284178072013-04-13T07:24:00.001-06:002013-04-13T07:47:18.567-06:00Introducing: Ringo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
After nearly a year and a half of loving on Tony's dogs, claiming them as my own, and gushing about them like an obsessed person, I thought it was finally time to introduce them to the blogosphere.</div>
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See that handsome, big-eared dog? That's my Ringo. My adorable, energetic, pain-in-the-butt baby, and I adore him. <br />
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Ringo is a 6 year old puppy who thinks any time is play time, loves to cuddle, and eats corn on the cob like a pro. He hates thunder and rain, loves to drink shower water, and is the self-appointed leader of our backyard fox patrol. <br />
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Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-91634762672242498052013-03-21T20:22:00.000-06:002013-03-21T20:24:12.802-06:00It's always the little things isn't it?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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+ it's printing out recipes in preparation for a snowy Saturday spent in the kitchen.</div>
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What was forecasted to be the snowpocalypse of 2013, turned out to be a single day of big, wet snowflakes that left the roads wet and the grass lightly dusted in white. Quite the let down as blizzards go, if I do say so myself. Luckily the weekend wasn't wasted. There was bacon and eggs, dogs chasing each other in the snow, gorgeous sunsets, a mother-daughter shopping extravaganza, dinner with friends, and snow covered rockies set against a blue Colorado sky. </div>
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-80515075243437751922013-03-08T12:19:00.003-07:002013-03-08T12:19:28.431-07:00International Women's Day<br />
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I am so blessed to be surrounded by strong women, from my mother to my coworkers, and to my friends. These women have traits I admire, and compose themselves with such class; they know how to laugh at themselves and have a good time. And in learning from them, in being with them, and in loving them, I am able to view myself how they do, and to strive to live up to the image.</div>
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Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-68705378979833493322013-03-01T10:55:00.000-07:002013-03-01T10:56:09.212-07:00In the Kitchen: Homemade Granola<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Granola is one of those foods that you can pretty much always find in my pantry. I like having it on hand to turn my morning yogurt into a legit breakfast, or to throw onto my oatmeal in the winter. I also find a quick handful of granola hits the spot when I'm craving something sweet <em>(it's the dried fruit and brown sugar that make this work, I'm sure)</em>. Basically, I'm a big fan of granola.</div>
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Until a few months ago, I had always stocked up on granola at Sprouts; in fact, it never occurred to me to bake my own until I saw <a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2012/09/easy-pumpkin-spiced-granola.html" target="_blank">this recipe</a> for Skinny Pumpkin Granola from Skinnytaste.com and decided to give it a try. It was so easy, so yummy, and quite pretty looking. The only problem: I can only handle so much pumpkin. So, once I'd had my pumpkin fix, I set this recipe aside and went back to my old habits...silly me.</div>
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A couple of weekends ago, I had a craving for granola while down at Tony's and found his pantry to be sadly lacking. But, inspiration struck when I realized all of the ingredients for homemade granola were in there. So, I pulled out the pumpkin granola recipe, divulged it of all pumpkin flavors, and tweaked it to a more basic granola recipe. I mixed all of the ingredients together, thre that baby in the oven, and 35 minutes later I pulled out the most delectable smelling granola. </div>
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2 1/2 - 3 cups rolled oats</div>
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1/4 cup uncooked quinoa</div>
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1 cup chopped nuts*</div>
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1 cup dried fruit*</div>
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1/4 - 1/2 cup shredded coconut</div>
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1/3 cup packed brown sugar</div>
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1/4 - 1/2 cup honey or pure maple syrup</div>
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1 Tbsp vanilla</div>
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1 tsp cinnamon (+/- to taste)</div>
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pinch of salt</div>
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Pre-heat oven to 325 degrees and line baking pan with parchment paper.</div>
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Combine oats and quinoa; bake for 10 minutes.</div>
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In a medium mixing bowl, combine nuts, dried fruit, coconut, brown sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, and salt. Give it a stir, and then add honey. Once combined, add toasted oats and quinoa. Mix until oats and quinoa are well incorporated with other ingredients. </div>
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Spread evenly onto parchment-lined pan and bake for 35-45 minutes, or until golden brown. Allow to cool before removing from pan, but keep in mind the granola will crisp up a bit as it cools.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*can use any combination of nuts and fruit. I tend to use whatever is on hand, but my current favorite is half sliced almonds, half chopped walnuts, and pomegranate flavored craisins.</span> </div>
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-18207431299867266462013-02-27T07:30:00.000-07:002013-02-27T07:30:00.745-07:00I don't know where I can trust my heart, but you were my rock never my stepping stone<iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a_2lTxtxi7U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
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I heard this on the radio the other day and fell in love.<br />
I adore the sound of the lead's voice, & the rhythm of the melody.<br />
The cutesy, romantic music video doesn't hurt, either.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-17227387175639587532013-01-21T19:09:00.003-07:002013-01-21T19:09:30.432-07:00This moment<div style="text-align: center;">
It's the end of a lovely 3-day weekend and while the thought of going back to work tomorrow is a bit depressing I can't complain. You know why? Because I'm sitting on the couch with Tony stretched out next to me, <em>The Words</em> playing on the tv, and both dogs are snoozing away on their respective beds.</div>
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At this moment, I have everything I need. </div>
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This is my happy place.</div>
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-84958668030962276432013-01-09T20:09:00.002-07:002013-01-09T20:09:23.371-07:00"hold on and take a breath, I'll be here every step"<iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dG6-bU6esKo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-57497742167076498192013-01-03T11:02:00.001-07:002013-01-03T11:02:19.803-07:00It is ok.<div style="text-align: center;">
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A good friend of mine is having a rough day. In fact, she's been having a rough several months and all of the emotion is finally coming to a head; she's done. She's hit that wall and she's just plain done. But, I think what's hurting her the most today is her negative attitude. It's not like her: she's a positive person with a <em>what doesn't kill you makes you stronger</em> mantra, but she can't seem to get there today. She's feeling beat down and can't seem to rise above it today. </div>
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And you know what? </div>
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It is ok. </div>
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It is absolutely ok to feel your emotions with your whole being, even when it isn't pretty. </div>
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It's ok to have an off day. </div>
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In fact, I'd say it's healthy. </div>
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It's healthy to work through your feelings, to not internalize everything because, in my opinion, that will break a person's spirit. </div>
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Those bad days, the mornings when you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, the days when you're just not equipped to handle one more thing:<strong> it is ok</strong>. </div>
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-10606265941538621282012-12-23T20:13:00.002-07:002012-12-23T20:13:23.643-07:00Love Actually<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Can we please talk about how much I love the movie <em>Love Actually</em>? Our love affair in pretty intense! Somehow, I managed to merge the last 9 years into just a few short ones and didn't realize that I was still in college when this movie came out. I remember being dying to see it, and finally going with my Mom <em>(in a packed theater, I might add)</em>, but I swear it was just a few years ago. Obviously not. </div>
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Anyway, I love all of the separate love stories and the way they're all connected, even in the smallest way. I also love that not each one is happy. The viewer remembers the happiest stories, but there is a sense of reality in the movie; there are bumps in relationships and they aren't always stronger in the end .</div>
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I would have to say that my favorite story is that of Liam Neeson's character and his stepson. Oh, but I adore Liam Neeson and I could just eat that kid up! His agony over his first love and how I'm convinced it saves his step-father from dwelling on his wife's death is wonderfully done. It warms my heart. I do have to mention that it doesn't hurt that I have a bit of a crush on Liam Neeson.</div>
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A close second woud be Colin Firth's love story. As with Liam Neeson, I'm biased due my crush on Colin Firth when he played Mr. Darcy, but even with that aside, I think it's hard to deny the romance of his vignette. Falling in love despite a language barrier and hopping on a plane to profess your love is pretty ballsy! The story is sweet, and speaks to holiday magic, which those of us who are romantics at heart find to be irrestible.</div>
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And, I cannot forget to mention Hugh Grant's dance scene...it's fantastic! <em>Love Actually</em> is the ultimate holiday movie in my mind...truly one of my favorites.<a href="http://pinterest.com/" target="_blank">pinterest.com</a></div>
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01891791424960105584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285130986007968272.post-89394212089547213432012-11-15T14:39:00.004-07:002012-11-15T14:39:49.988-07:00There will be better days<div style="text-align: center;">
I am having one hell of a week. One of those weeks that involves too many hormones, endless frustrations, stress up to your eyeballs, unnecessary cursing, and crying in public. Yea, it hasn't been too pretty. I'm in desperate need of a safe haven right now, but until I can find that I'll work on rediscovering some of my favorite memories.</div>
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<span style="color: #292929;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.”</span><strong> </strong></span></span></div>
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I had a great treadmill workout tonight! Now, don't get too excited because I am not a runner, nor a jogger, by any stretch of the imagination. I lack the endurance to be more than a fast walker with jogging spurts, but I'm working on it. I see little point in forcing yourself to do something that doesn't give you pleasure, but luckily I've decided I enjoy jogging. I like trying to push myself a little more each time, so I figured I'd run with it <em>(lame pun intended)</em> for now. Tonight I really pushed myself, and it felt so, so good. </div>
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