Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Ragged Mountain

A couple of Saturdays ago, I met my cousins halfway between Boston and New Paltz, NY. We ended up in Berlin, CT. A town not too far from my hometown, but I had never known there was a Berlin in Connecticut. Go figure. We met for breakfast at The Pepper Pot in Southington which was quite adorable. If you ever make it out to the Southington/Berlin area, I highly recommend the diner. It was large enough for bigger parties, but small-town-esque with the friendliest waitresses. After a filling breakfast, we headed to Ragged Mountain for our 6-mile hike. Except it turned into a 10+ mile hike. We're not exactly sure how much we actually walked since we got lost. Bad. We ended up out of the preserve and had to walk around a reservoir. Thank God it was warm enough to take a little break and go swimming! But getting around the reservoir wasn't the easiest task... the brush got so bad we couldn't pass. So we ended up on private property walking through their apple orchard and reached the street on the other end of the farm. We walked the road until we found a path back into the preserve. We thought we had missed the trail that lead to the peak of the "mountain" (I put that in quotes because in CT there aren't really mountains, just really large hills that disguise as tough terrain every once in awhile). But, we found it! We made it to the top. And it was so worth it.

More of a photo blog today - so enjoy!

We felt like we were on LOST. There were turned over cars in the middle of the trails, no road in sight. It was extremely puzzling. But seriously, how did they get there?

Gina and Laura... before getting lost :)
So many bugs! Swatting them away all... day... long... Good lord.

Calm part of the trail. Little did we know what was just ahead.

The climb! (Please no Miley references)

Thank God we stumbled across the apple orchard eventually. We had walked completely out of the preserve and we didn't know how long it would take us to get back to our car. We were hungry! And the apples were just ripe enough 0:)

The orchard

FINALLY made it. The detour took too long in my humble opinion. But oh! was it worth it. This shot was to my left.

To the center...

A little to the right... (yes, that's the reservoir we walked around)

All the way right.

Photo opp.

You can tell I'm tired, but happy!
The ropes by our feet are rock climbers... yikes!

Up close.
Can you see us?
We did it!

So tired by the end... we had to take a little nap :)

Ragged Mountain

Near where we parked our cars there were 30 pairs of shoes hanging on the electrical lines. We're not sure why. But Gina wanted to join in on the fun without losing her shoes forever. This was her compromise. Ha!

Seriously, what is up with Ragged Mt? Cars in the woods, shoes in the sky?

The end. Another adventure to be posted tomorrow!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Patience

So I have these great photos I want to share. Photos from my past two weekends. I love weekend trips. They are what I live off of in the summer months. But I forgot my camera cord at the location of my first weekend trip two weeks ago. Which also happens to be my phone charger. So not only am I charging my phone in my car for an hour or two every day (which is highly inconvenient), I'm also trying desperately to be patient with accessing my photos and being able to upload them. Give me after this weekend and I will get back to everyone! I can't wait to update you all on what is going on in my life :-)

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Neither Should I Rush My Way Into Your Heart

Pandora is a God-send. I find these amazing songs I would never otherwise hear. Today I was listening to my Tenth Avenue North station trying to be in the spirit of the Lord throughout my day and I heard the perfect song. It's breathtaking and magical. Last night I was struggling with feeling lonely and wondering why it's always me that never seems to find happiness (or contentedness? - per 30 Cent's conversation on Sunday). Sometimes I feel as if I'm not brave enough. I'm shy when it comes to guys but I can hold my own in a group. Something about the intimacy of looking at someone and knowing that they know you like them. It's scary. The movies make it look effortless. It's not. Staring down that guy across the room and holding the gaze is one of the most brave things anyone can do. Yet I'm afraid. And I don't know how some people can so openly show themselves to others. I feel like I need to see someone prove their worthiness before I open any part of me. And that's partly healthy and partly not. But beyond being brave, I must remind myself to be patient. And that's what I'm struggling with lately. I'm not asking for my future husband right now. I honestly think I have a lot of learning to do before that happens. But I would like to be thought attractive, interesting, likable. And then the song came on. Love is Waiting. I was exploring my new obsession, Pinterest, and sifting through some of the most creative photos I've ever seen and I was pulled out of my soft bubble.

"I'll be waiting for you baby."

My! Using a shoe organizer as a pantry organizer for small items is brilliant!

"I'll be holding back the darkest night."

Wow that storage unit is super cute and convenient.

"Love is waiting 'til we're ready, 'til its right. Love is waiting."

The song pulled me out of my procrastination exploration and I just had to hear the rest of the song. I YouTube-d (can that be used as a verb?) the song, sung by Brooke Frasier, and absolutely fell in love. I had to tell the world ("I'm in love, I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!" - Elf). Many of the viewers take this song to mean that love means waiting for marriage. A sentiment I don't disagree with, but my take is a bit more helpful in my state. Love's waiting until I'm ready. Who is love? God is love. He's waiting until I am ready. Until the man I marry is ready. Until He has done with us what He wants. Until we have learned what we need to move on to the next phase of our life. I know the Lord has not promised me a future with a marriage and a family. But I know He loves me. And this song came just at the right moment. And the Lord hears our hearts. And He's there. Telling us "I know, my daughter, I know. That thing you wanted is not going to happen. Not the way you've always dreamed. I know this hurts. I know this stings. I know you feel like I am distant or not aware of where you are and who hurt you and what you think life was supposed to be like. I know in moments like this you doubt that I can count the hairs on your head or have your best in mind. But please, I am not done. I have barely started to reveal your life to you. I am the God who satisfies your desires with good things. That is me! And when it comes to your hopes and your fears and your dreams, I know, my [daughter], I know" (Jon Acuff).

In the autumn on the ground, between the traffic and the ordinary sounds
I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through
I watch as lovers pass me by
Walking stories - whos and hows and whys
Musing lazily on love
Pondering you
I'll give it time, give it space and be still for a spell
When it's time to walk that way we wanna walk it well

I'll be waiting for you baby
I'll be holding back the darkest night
Love is waiting til we're ready, til it's right
Love is waiting

It's my caution not the cold
there's no other hand that i would rather hold
the climate changes, I'm singing for the strangers about you
don't keep time, slow the pace
Honey hold on if you can
the bets are getting surer now that you're my man

I could right a million songs about the way you say my name
I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again
and like I can't force the sun to rise or hasten summer's start,
neither should I rush my way into your heart




Monday, July 25, 2011

Moments of Happy

I haven't much updated everyone on what I am up to personally. The past few posts have been random thoughts and ideas. Many of you follow this blog to keep up with me from far away, however, so I will now let you know what I have been up to. And the answer is: not much. Well, that's sort of a lie. But doesn't it always seem like "not much" when there isn't a big story that goes with it? Or a massive wedding with so many funny stories and great memories? Last year I was in two weddings and attended six in the span of 8 weeks. I was invited to many more but had to turn some down because let's face it, I'm just too popular (I really wish there was punctuation for sarcasm). This year, I'm getting to live a little more of my own schedule and having weekends to be with family and friends outside of wedding activities. It is lovely. Let me retract that slightly, I was at a wedding this past weekend. But it was glorious. And I wish I took more photographs. I'm obsessed with great photographers who capture real life images but I never really do so myself because I'm even more obsessed with living in the moment. After the moment is over, however, I'm slightly bummed at myself for not taking that split moment out and capturing it on film. Or, not "film" anymore, but digital... space.

Here are a few moments in the past few weeks that I wish I would have captured in (more) precious photographic moments:

- My cousin Douglas' high school graduation party. I went down to Long Island July 9-10 and spent some time with my mother's side of the family on Saturday. The ferry ride across the sound was one of the most beautiful sites at 9 in the morning and the ship hardly swayed. It was honestly one of the most lovely mornings I've ever seen crossing the Sound. I got there early and helped my aunt and cousins prep the house and food. I am happy to report I have been upgraded to "professional fruit salad cutter". Hey, it's better than "cheese cutter" because that comes with all sorts of conundrums. Many of my close cousins that I really consider more siblings than anything were there and we had a great time being 12 again. You know those days where you just get to let loose and be around people who've known you for years? Those days where you can swim in the pool and reminisce when you would spend hours in there creating wave pools, whirlpools and pretending to be mermaids? My cousin Bridget and I both confessed that we always thought Ariel created that big splash with her fin instead of it being a massive wave against the rock and were always extremely disappointed when we couldn't recreate that scene in the pool with our "fins". Gotta love 8 year olds. After the pool, some food, volleyball and a little too much Harry Potter conversation for some of the aunts and uncles liking, the family settled down after all the guests left and had a rousing game of Charades. Except it wasn't really Charades, it was a Charades like game with cards and a timer... anyone recalling the name of that game? Yeah, me neither. But it was hilarious because we broke out the Baileys and Kahlua as is tradition, which makes board games oh so much more fun. We played until it got dark, headed into the living room to watch some television and left around 11p. It was so soul-satisfying.

6/12 cousins - 3 pairs of siblings

- The next day we headed to the church my father's sister and brother-in-law pastor. My cousin's on that side are all older than me and my siblings by a good 15 years, so they are all married with children of their own. It's seriously a joy to have younger cousins. My siblings and I get to swoop in and rile them all up around the church after service is over. Do you want a cookie from the bake sale outside? Sure! No problem! What, you're not allowed to have sugar before noon? Shh, just don't tell your mom. It's totally fine. I'm the cool cousin, remember?! After the entire congregation leaves and it's only my family left in the building deciding on what to do for lunch, we get all the small kids distributed into all the "big cousins" cars and take them away to the traditional Sunday afternoon palooza at Aunt Linda and Uncle Joe's. It's beautiful chaos. It really is. The kids immediately jump in the pool and the "big cousins" babysit until the older cousins get home with the aunts and uncles carrying food that could feed an army. Not a small army, an entire army. We don't have a problem eating. We're Italian. It's what we do. We break bread with one another for an average of 3-4 hours. And that's not even an exaggeration. Honest to God. Hand on the iPad-Bible. I love my family.

- Back in Boston, my housemates are my family. We live together, eat together, clean together, play beach volleyball together, and minister together. They have been so supportive of me in the past hellish 6 months and I will forever be grateful. We usually hangout as a group, however, so it's a welcomed opportunity when only two of us get to have some one-on-one time. I work as an Events Coordinator so sometimes I get these amazing perks. This past week, I took my roommate Kat out to one of the events I was invited to for free. We were able to have an evening of cocktails and dinner on The Odyssey in the Boston Harbor. We got a private tour of the yacht by the Event Manager of the ship and enjoyed free cocktails and hor d'oeuvres for an entire hour until they seated us at our table for dinner. A three-course meal, two hours and plenty of alcohol later, we stepped off the ship in complete bliss. It was a great evening to get to know Kat better and to share stories and be available to one another without the noise of 9 other people. Sometimes you just need those moments of concentration on one other person. Like all of my activities already mentioned, it was just good for the soul.
I don't know what the drink was called but it was lovely!

- My house has also taken the opportunity to get involved in a housing facility for the homeless just down the block from where we live. We met at the home (it's not a shelter for the currently homeless, it's more like a transitional home for those who were recently homeless) last week to discuss what it might be like to serve there and get involved in some capacity. We met the housing director and social worker involved in the community and they are so grateful that we are interested in getting involved. And I have to say, I'm so glad we are doing this. Our house is meant to be a place of outreach and hospitality, and now that we have settled in and completed (most of) our construction projects, we can now really focus on things like this. Not much solid scheduling has been done yet, but a few of us are excited to get involved right away and participate in game nights and movie nights in the coming weeks. Hopefully, after we've properly introduced ourselves to many of the people there, we can begin to do the more helpful things like take them to the grocery store, teach them how to balance a check book, teach them about nutrition and cook meals for them once a month. I'm excited about this new opportunity for "30 Cent" (the nickname for our house/community for those of you who haven't heard that phrase before. Don't ask me where it came from. It's a scary story).

- Many more activities in the past week included a beach bonfire (!), quite a few BBQs, a Bachelorette party, a wedding, a weekend away in Maine, the Harry Potter premier and a sleepover, and nights spent at home with my Boston family eating together and sharing our lives. Sometimes I get too eager for what's ahead and forget to pause and appreciate my moments of happy, here and now. Sure it sounds cheese-ball, but most of the time cheese-ball is true. Other people can just put it much more eloquently than I.

Expectooooo... PatrOnummmm!!!

Alli Potter. Alli Alli Potter...

Wedding in Maine with some fabulous ladies.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Not So Reverent Prayer Requests

In a cue from Jon Acuff's Stuff Christian's Like blog post "Praying for Your Future Spouse", I give you my prayers.

Dear Lord, please:

1. let him not be crazy militaristic. I mean, I love my country and all, and I support my country much like Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis, but if he loves guns and explosions more than me, this ain't gonna work.

AmURica
2. let him be cultured. And by cultured I mean let him love movies. That's modern day high social standing, loving movies, right? Wills and Kate love movies. Oh, he also must hate Sour Patch Watermelon so I can eat them all myself at the theater without him reaching his grimy dirty hand into my candy pouch (wow, that sounds so dirty).

I will bite your hand off.
3. let him appreciate the high quality of alcohol. Now mind you, God, I don't want a drunk. That's just a weird request. But I don't want one of these guys that thinks drinking is blasphemous and hard alcohol makes you the devil. I love me some Amaretto Sour.

Fav new drink. Hollar!
4. let him look good in a baseball cap. And a suit. Nothing sexier than a man in a suit (that fits). Men, if you're reading this, have at least one tailored suit. It'll get you major points (WHEN YOU'RE MARRIED! JEEZ PEOPLE!)

I was gonna go with Pierce, but this picture is too sexy...
5. make sure my future husband is good at numbers. And simple math. Well, maybe hard math too because that would make my husband a genius. But maybe I don't want to marry a genius? That might be too intimidating... Ok, all I ask is that he loves to balance a checkbook and do taxes. I call being the not responsible spouse!

Women ARE the weaker gender, right? Don't get me started...
6. it would be great if he were literate.

This guy is total cheese and I love it.
7. let his look and my look make good looking kids. I don't want weird looking kids. I want a Johnson and Johnson's model kid. If they were ugly, I probably wouldn't love them.

Damn his sweet smile and bright blue eyes! My kid's never going to be this cute - or blonde.

8. let his gene pool be ideal, as in, please don't let him ever get man-boobs. (Yeah, I'm not going there with a photo...)

9. don't let him be called to be a missionary in Africa. I mean, I love the continent. I've been there. It's lovely. The people are lovely. Come to think of it... I take this request back. Africa here I come!

I think we should bring that necklace style to the States. I'm not even kidding.
10. help us communicate well. Help us be good for one another and challenge one other. Give him patience for my failings and vice versa. Give us the courage to get help when we need it. Help us appreciate the small moments and understand one another. Give us the same language to speak. Help us remain committed. Help us not find our satisfaction in each other or in the marriage. Let us always look to You. Be our guide in our journey and help us come out on the other end having learned more in order to have grown in You.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Crushing on the Middleton's Summer Style

I heart the Middletons. Actually, I take that back. If I really met them, I would probably dislike the whole family except for Kate. They seem so set on status. The reason Prince William fell in love with Kate in the first place was because she is so sweet and gentle. She doesn't aim for a title. Her mother and sister, however, are a different story. At least that's the image that I have come across while reading everything and anything royal and Middleton. All that aside, I LOVE Pippa's style. I want to be Kate and wear Pippa's clothing. So city chic! Check out some of my favorite outfits by the most desirable single woman in the world:

Hello summer time royal blue blazer. Can I own you?

Rocking the comfortable yet breezy and classy look. *Love*

I don't usually go for an outfit with boots, but this is too cute.

Super simple and super chic. Looks like something I could find at Target! Although I think Pippa spent a little more than $20 on this outfit...

Business serious. Boom.

It makes me feel better that she reuses her favorite purse, too.
Let's get real, I love Kate's style too. I'll never be as skinny as her, but maybe one day I can be as classy. Here are some of her outfits from her Canadian tour so far:
 
Not many people can pull off nude  from head to toe,  including clutch!

She loves the lace. I love the lace. It's a bit reminiscent of her wedding dress.

This dress is perfect. I would wear it every day.

Again, all one color from head to toe. I like her style of solid colors.

LACE! Just lovely. And reused shoes! I think I need a pair of nude pumps...

My next outfit for my next interview.

Sailor chic is one of the best ideas for summer. Pretty much ever.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

13 Happy Things

This seems a weekly affair. My weekends become insane and by the time I've calmed down from the weekend rush and gotten over the hump of the Monday/Tuesday blahs, it's time to blog again. I wish I could keep up with it more. I wish I were more dedicated. I wish I could paint a picture with my words so that you could read the mental photographs of my day-to-day life. I wish a lot of things. I wish I were smarter, more patient and more relationally outgoing. I wish I had gorgeous thick hair and toes that are always painted. I wish sometimes life wasn't so unknown. If I knew something was coming down the road, I could wait. But there is no promise. No guarantee. Especially being a Christian, the Lord promises eternal life and beyond that, no bed of roses. I wish I could lounge by the pool on a gorgeous July afternoon everyday and call that life. Life's actual definition is much more harsh, though. I'm not sad, just currently reflective. Sometimes I wish I was better than what my weaknesses allow. I get so frustrated with myself and sometimes wish I could whisk away and hide from my imperfections. Sometimes I'm overly lazy and downright rude. Sometimes the harsh New Yorker comes out in me and sometimes I don't stand up to bullies and debate. I wish I were graceful. I think I like delicate things because I want to be delicate, not because I am. Sometimes I wish I were more driven, but I am glad of my enjoyment of the here-and-now and the classified mundane. Sometimes I wonder if I was made for American life. It's so... effervescent and challenging. It's driven and motivated. I think sometimes I would prefer the quiet life of a village. If I could have constant water, food, shelter and friendship, I think I could be happy in a much simpler lifestyle. Sometimes this world is too gung-ho. Why do I have to have the highest paying job? Why does everything depend on its profitability? Why can't it just depend on if the individual is happy or challenged? Why do we need to put such pressures on ourselves?

I don't have answers. But I do have little things that make me happy. Things that take me to another place and tell me it's alright to be calm; to enjoy the company of others and be at peace. These are my 13 happy things:

1. Small propeller airplanes. They remind me of Saturday afternoons growing up.
2. The smell of a BBQ and the sound of the laughter that emanates from the players.
3. Live theater.
4. Caramel Macchiato in the Starbucks holiday cups around Christmastime.
5. Royal weddings. Weddings in general.
6. Afternoons at my Aunt Linda and Uncle Joe's with all 30+ cousins.
7. Sound Beach.
8. The cityscape of NYC from the Throggs Neck Bridge.
9. Traveling the world and finding new places that feel like you've always belonged.
10. Jumping on a trampoline and feeling that rush through your ears.
11. A bouquet of flowers - wild or staged.
12. The Golden hour - also known as the Magic hour.
13. Fresh snow and a day off from work with the fireplace lit.

What are some of your favorite things? This seems so Sound of Music... not surprised by myself at all!