My Visit With German Students

I just returned only minutes ago from a classroom where I got to sit and hang out with a bunch of German Kids for 50 minutes. Even though I should be cleaning for my big Halloween party tonight I had to stop for a moment and write about this experience because I’m just so excited about it. These kids were fantastic!!! I think I’m finally settled on what I want to be in life..It only took me 10 years but teaching would be ideal.

So my friend here is an English teacher and she asked me to come in and talk with the kids since they are learning about NY and NYC. Perfect! I was a little worried if they would understand me or if they would think I’m strange but they were so great. They laughed at all the right things, they listened as I told them about my experience with 9/11, just an all around great atmosphere. And here’s the fun part…they were all totally into my sweet spider rings and candy corn that I made them try. (Yes, made them!) It’s America’s #1 Candy! 🙂

(Great face….I know….lol)

So here are a few pics of me with the kids, I told the kids I would post them today already. I had so much fun and would love to come back around Christmas time and hang out with them again! 🙂  They spoke EXCELLENT English, I mean, seriously. I’m still trying to learn English but they were so great and had 5 questions each ready to throw at me! They all really made my day! 🙂

My new buddies!

Crazy Faces!

Pic with our sweet rings!

Special thanks to my Mom back home for sending me all the goodies I needed for this day to be a success! 🙂

Until next time, Readers!!! xoxoxox

30 Day Blog Challenge – Day 13

Day 13- A Love Letter

Before I begin – I just want to point out that this is not a love letter to Toblerone. I can’t tell you who it’s for or who it’s from. Names will be left out. 🙂 That is all!

My lovely  _________,

                     Every day that we have spent together has been a dream in and of itself. You’ve been by my side through everything, through the good and bad. I only hope I’ve been as good as a friend to you. I hope you know that no matter where your thoughts may take you about us and whether or not you made me happy enough – rest your worried heart. I’ve never been happier than in the time I’ve spent with you. When you look back at our pictures know that every smile was because of you. Every inside joke and laugh was because of you. You warmed my heart more than any other person I have ever met. You have made my life so fulfilling and even though it all ended shorter than we had expected, I will always be with you, never too far away. 

                  The moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you would stay by my side as long as I lived. I was lucky from day one and still feel overjoyed that I got to have you all those years all to myself. You were completely worth it, don’t you ever forget it. Although you may be feeling lost and sad now…I’m not far from you. When the wind hits you just right, that’s me holding your sweet face in my hands. I promise I will never leave you. You will know when I’m around, you will feel me. From time to time I will visit you in your dreams so be sure to listen closely to me. 

                  Your strength is beyond anything I ever had and I admire you for holding on to my memory so dearly. Someday, I will be with you again. I will get to feel your skin against mine and I will be able to whisper to you all the things I never got to. Please continue on, don’t stop here.  I’m still living on in your heart so carry me with you wherever you go. I want to see the world, and go on adventures with you. 

                You’re everything I could have ever asked for. Thank you for being so strong for our families and our friends, I know it’s hard. I’m waiting for you come to me but take your time. Please don’t rush. I’ll be waiting with open arms. I don’t need to tell you but I will just for good measure. I love you. I’ll be seeing you…

                                                                           Forever yours, 

                                                                             ________________

 

SO – This was a hard post to write. I didn’t write it from my point of view…obviously. Did it from another’s to add a bit of a challenge to myself.

Until next time, readers!! xoxoxoxo

 

30 Day Blog Challenge – Day 9

Day 9- Something you’re proud of in the past few days

I can’t pick just one but there is one person I’m super proud of.

My Toblerone.

He has been sick for quite a long time (going on 10 years) and finally decided to go to the doctor about it a few months ago. So many tests…and more tests…and finally a possible conclusion. We’re transferred to another hospital and the star surgeon there (who I didn’t prefer…wasn’t a people-person that’s for sure!) told us that Toblerone needed to plan on being down and out for 6-8 weeks and he was about to have major surgery. A surgery this surgeon has never performed, wasn’t sure what to expect and certainly had never seen before. Toblerone and I weren’t sure what to expect either and the fact that half of what was said is always in German, I was clueless and kind of just going along with things.

So, the day of the surgery was a nerve-racking day. Off he went into surgery to remove this giant cyst (the size of a small cucumber) from inside his intestine. What in the world?!?! Apparently he was born with this and it grew over time but this is so rare – we’re talking 1 in 4 million rare. He was a medical mystery and all the doctors said he was crazy for not coming in sooner. Living the life he had before was unpleasant and he was sick every other day – refused to eat because he only puked it up anyways and then would sleep for days with a 104 degree fever. It was so hard to watch him go through this but I knew in the end, he would have a new outlook on life, he could FINALLY experience it!

We were at first told that Toblerone had a very very bad liver disease and thankfully, this was not the case. Honestly, thanking my lucky stars because that would have been much worse than this. There is no cure for that and ultimately would have ended in a liver transplant. No good.

The surgery was successful and he’s home now and recovering. Watching him not eat for 5 days post surgery and having 8 different tubes in his body, massive weight loss, white as a ghost – none of these things I wish upon another. Lucky we were strong enough to push through it. He did absolutely amazing. I can’t imagine being in such pain and having to remind yourself that it will be better eventually.

I told him now he can really taste the life around him. He can eat what he wants and not worry about whether or not this will make him sicker. I’m so happy to have my Toblerone back but mostly so proud of him. He pushed through and is now in recovery. A light opened up for us and now he can finally get back to living! I can’t wait to spend more days with him!!

Proud of you Bubbers!!!!

Now I need to go marinate a pork tenderloin! 🙂

Until next time, readers!! xoxoxoxoxo

30 Day Blog Challenge – Day 4

Day 4 – Your First Love

Before I begin I would like to point out that yesterday was my beautiful mother’s birthday (Doesn’t look a day over 30!) and today would have been the day we hop on a fluffy little plane and flop into the US. I’m a little sad because I was really looking forward to seeing my grandparents, my parents, siblings, friends, and the vast array of restaurants I’ve been missing such as Dinosaur BBQ, Panera Bread, Starbucks, Bonefish Grill, can’t leave out the Giant Wegmans….and the list could go on. So…without further ado…I start my pity searching blog into the tale of the First Love.

At first I had to really think about this. I’ve had many boyfriends and what not but I wasn’t sure which ones I was REALLY in love with. I would have to say it was Arthur – *name changed for obvious reasons! Do you really think I would date an Arthur?  I was just 22 I believe, oh the days of nights out on the town every Friday through Sunday come hell or high water. I was a barfly, always there and I couldn’t get over that there were SO many people *ahem* men/new meat that I had never seen before. I came from a smaller town so everyone knew everyone. I could finally go out with my older friends which was 99% part of the perk.

Back in the days when MySpace was WAY cooler than Facebook I used to get “fan mail” from all sorts of dudes. “Hey baby girl, Waz ur name? You wanna git down sumtyme. I cud show u a rill gud tyme.” I imagined it was said just like that too. On average over 20 messages a day from stalker boys that wanted to “hang out.” Right – get lost! Most of the time I didn’t answer or wrote them something rude back.

And then I get a message from Arthur. Simple and sweet. Just saying hello and commenting on my blue eyes or something. Flirtatious yet not overpowering and he sounded like he had an education at least. After many emails back and forth I decided to meet up with him…at a bar. Ha, that’s obvious. HOWEVER – Please note I wasn’t completely ridiculous, I brought a friend with me. You just never know! So, I honestly didn’t think ANYTHING of this guy. I wasn’t attracted to him but was just making a friend and that’s the honest truth.  I went to the bar in a huge sweatshirt, workout pants, and sneakers. My hair was crazy in a ponytail and barely any makeup. This is to prove I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. Just giving myself another reason to go have a drink. As we got there, he happened to be standing close to the door and as soon as I saw him, I don’t know what it was but the switch changed from friend to possibly my husband. (Also had many false ideas of the future when it came to men. A little quick on the trigger I would say!) Immediately I started thinking about wedding dresses, baby names, and carved are initials into the bar. No, I’m kidding about that but I was head over heels from the moment I saw him.

So, after that it started a whirlwind affair of crazy absolute nonsense. The first several months were perfect and then it all started. He got crazy…asking me weird questions about my whereabouts, who I’m with, etc. I was completely in love with him and thought I had it in control to begin with but turns out I lost all my control. To turn this long story into a shorter version – fell in love with an abusive prick and after he cheated on me three times and threw me down his manipulative bipolar tunnel of hell, I finally somewhere somehow got the strength to move on and never looked back. I found him with someone else and I cried so hard I puked on my kitchen floor in front of my darling roommate and her date that she had just went out with. Classy and dramatic – as usual. I was paralyzed with pain and sadness for several weeks. But, every day got a little bit better. A little bit easier. The thing is when you’re with someone like that who has you chained up practically, it really takes inner strength to push forward. I allowed myself to text him once. A really really long text but I said my peace and I went my way. That was the end of it for me. I had to get out and now was my chance.

It’s certainly not a relationship I want to remember however, when the days were good…they were really beautiful and I always wanted a relationship where I could have those kind of days back again. I have that now and love hanging out with Toblerone mostly because he’s my best friend and we do everything together and have a frickin blast while doing it. With Arthur my world was turned upside down and I was forced to be distant with my beautiful family and I can’t imagine being that way now. It’s not right, it’s not the way it should be. It should be perfect all the time. Toblerone and I rarely argue only about little things like the house or whatever but there is an understanding that comes with a good relationship. We argue for 5 seconds and then it’s over. Then we’re laughing while we’re making dinner together. This is how it should be!

Some of the things he would do were absolutely insane. Like, throw glass at my bare feet to prove a point or hijack my cell phone and literally make me chase him on foot all over town as he called every phone number listed and ask the person on the other end if he was sleeping with me. What kind of weirdo does that? And I was stupid enough to stay with him. Half out of fear maybe but more so that I hung on to hope that he would change – that day would never come. If only I knew what I know now! I was so young and too inexperienced with a “real relationship” to know that this was unhealthy and very dangerous.

Then there were the good things when we were out one night he pulled me aside around all his friends and told me how much he loved me and started to cry when he told me how he couldn’t wait to see me walk down the aisle in a white dress to him. Or the night that he gave me a rose, blindfolded me and drove me to the ocean to dance under the stars to our favorite song. I wish I knew that this was the bi-polar Arthur. Manic, wild, and fun and then dangerous, aggressive, and depressed. It was insane. Literally in a matter of 24 hours I could see Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 4 or 5 times each!

With Arthur it was the ups and downs that made it exciting. I’m glad that roller coaster has expired. I’m much happier now and way better off than I was before. I’m sure all those who were by my side during that time would agree. So…that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

If you know anyone who has been or is being abused, don’t ignore it.  You can help by not blaming the person who is being abused and reminding yourself that it’s not as easy as saying, “Just break up with him/her.” I encourage you to educate yourself, abuse comes in many different forms –

http://stoprelationshipabuse.org/

http://www.dm.usda.gov/shmd/aware.htm

Until next time, readers!! xoxoxo!