Engagement Pics Are HERE!!!

We only had to wait exactly one week for our pictures and I am SO excited to share them with you guys. Our friend is a great photographer and mostly did scenic shots but is just starting to get into doing people, weddings, etc. And in my opinion, he’s off to a great start! It certainly wasn’t easy with two languages flying back and forth plus a VERY rambunctious 3.5 year old puppy! Harley was playing with his frisbee all morning and being a big crazy. For the “picnic” shots I put his frisbee in our picnic basket to make him sit there! lol. It’s not as easy as it looks!!

The most special part about our pictures is that all were taken here in our little town. This way, no matter where we are in the world, we can always look back on these pictures and have a piece of this chapter of our lives with us forever. We could have gone somewhere else around Germany or even had the pictures done in the US but then Germany would just be a blurb. Somehow we have to mix both worlds in this whole process and this was the best option! I hope you like them!

Note: Images are not as sharp as they should be because I had to downsize the file! 🙂 But you get the idea!

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Until next time, Readers!!! xoxoxoxoxo

Valentine’s Day Aftermath

I do realize that posting about a holiday that has passed (5 days ago now as I’m writing this) is somewhat annoying especially to those that don’t particularly like that day (or run-on sentences) BUT I do feel it necessary to share with you anyways 🙂

I was up early at 5:45am for a busy day! While I was getting ready I heard Toblerone rumbling around downstairs which isn’t part of the every day routine. It’s usually something like he’s in the shower, I go downstairs to feed Harley and make Toblerone’s breakfast and lunch. Then Toblerone comes downstairs to take Harley out. Then that’s it! This all happens within 15 minutes or so. Today however was different. I go downstairs and find a tea and my FAVORITE breakfast (toast with egg) ready and waiting for me! *LOVE*

After breakfast I finished getting myself ready to go see the kids in the school again. I was SO excited for this. For some reason – when I see these kids, it absolutely makes my week so much better! Another reason why I should be a teacher…just need to get my butt back to school! Anywho, I did the usual with them. We talked about Valentine’s Day and how we celebrate it in the US, I passed around chocolate chip cookies for them to try (they aren’t popular here and certainly don’t taste like my family recipe!), then I had them make a Valentine for someone special.

After a few minutes they asked me to leave the room for a little bit and I was slightly confused. They guarded the door and when I was finally able to come back in they had for me a sweatshirt and mug signed by each of their names. Both items say, ” I *heart* Germany.” HOW DARLING! These kids are incredible! I mean, I’ve met with them now for the second time and this is how they thank me! Unbelievable! I’m starting to really question how children are raised in the US. These kids already learn at a young age to shower me with gifts?!?!?! SOLD!

So after I started to cry from the sweet gesture it was time to wrap up the class and head home. I had a VERY busy day ahead of me!

Harley helped me clean up the entire house and set up our V-Day Extravaganza for Toblerone. In the midst of the vacuuming, dusting, laundry, and the like I stopped to check my Facebook for a split second. That’s a lie….30 minutes maybe. I was doing my regular search through boring status updates and what not and I see that Toblerone posted something (which he NEVER does) with the caption “Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you!”

What was it do you ask?!?!?!…….. A TICKET HOME!!!!!!!!!!!! He posted my ticket itinerary and left it there for me to find! So as I sat there I tried to read the dates through blurry tear-filled eyes and figure out if that was real or not! I was FREAKING OUT and poor Harley is running back and forth looking for his toys to play with. He figured that I was happy so this was an opportune time to get some play time out of me!

Do I not have the most amazing boyfriend in the world?! Granted a giant sparkler for the ring finger would also be welcomed however this took the cake! So off I go for 10 days to great old US of A!

To finish the night I had a warm bath drawn with candles waiting upstairs for Toblerone. As soon as he got home he jumped in there, I put on a boy movie for him, handed him a whiskey, a little snack, and off I went to the Kitchen to make a special dinner! (Recipe comes later…DELISH!) I made linguine with a Dijon Cream Chicken with almonds, the cheddar biscuit just like the ones we love from Red Lobster, with chocolate covered frozen banana bits for after dinner 🙂 

I gave him a photobook of our year (I’ve done this for the past 3 years with him), a memory jar, and home-made cards from Harley and myself.

It was one of the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had…and I can’t wait to see what I get next year!!!! How does one top a ticket home?

Hope you all had a great day whether single or taken! Bon Voyage!

Until next time, Readers!!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

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!

An Inspiration of Love

Today, I’m not going to write about my experiences in Germany. I’m actually going to stick to another topic that is near and dear to my heart.

My Grandparents.

Today happens to be their 59th wedding anniversary and although I wish I could be there to celebrate with them, I figured a blog about them would suffice! So without further ado, Happy Anniversary Grams and Gramps!!

They met on a blind date many moons ago and have been inseperable since! They had 4 kids together (two boys, two girls – including my momma!), a few pets and a few houses later and here they are! As sweet as ever!

When I was a little girl and I would do something bad, my mom would always say, “I’m going to tell Grandma!” That used to scare the ever-living-you-know-what out of me! I don’t know why it did because my Grandma is probably the sweetest person in the world. I can’t ever remember her yelling at me (even though I’m sure she did – I was wild!) Now that I think about it though,  I guess I just didn’t want my Grammy to know I was anything but perfect.

At one time in my life we lived with them for a short while during the midst of moving and some of my BEST memories are in that house. I wish they still lived there but it was a big place for just the two of them. Now of course they live in a smaller house, which means closer quarters and more bickering between the two of them. It’s so sweet though, if bickering can be sweet! 🙂

At their house there was an umbrella tree out front I would sit in for hours and pretend it was my own house and no one could see me. Grams always had the fridge stocked with my favorite bologna – The “German” imitation kind, Wunderbar. (My fate for Germany was set at a young age, obviously.) My grandpa set up a hammock for us downstairs and I would love to sit out there and swing and thus my LOVE for hammocks had begun. Looking forward to buying one for my house once the garden is done. They had this deck where we would put out food for the squirrels and Johnny Mathis would play on the record player – my Grams’ favorite.

Old movies…hmm..where do I begin. They have a collection of the best movies ever made and my ultimate favorite is Harvey Girls with Judy Garland. I would watch them all: Meet Me in St. Louis, Anchors Aweigh, High Society, On The Town, and the list goes on and on. The classics…nothing better than that! They opened me up to a whole new realm of awesomeness. Movies these days lack class and pure talent. Anyone can act, but back then…there was some REAL talent. People dancing, singing, and acting. Good stuff!

Christmas time at their house was incredible. Our whole family would come together and it was the most special time for me. The greatest memories. Back then, it was only me and my brother – no one else had kids. We had our bread bowl and a million other snacks. I used to try to wait so patiently to open one gift that night.

These two people helped shape me into who I am today. Being around them gives me a look at what being married for 59 years is like. Sweet bickering, ever-lasting friendship, and an understanding of each other that you only get with time. There is an ease about them that is reassuring and I look forward to having many long years with someone too. They inspire me to love whole-heartedly.

I love you both! I hope today is just as special as it was 59 years ago! Hugs and kisses from across the ocean blue!  (See you in 25 days!!!!)

Until next time, readers!! xoxoxoxoxo