Leis, Luas and Lover’s moons

We are back from our honeymoon!! Everyone in Hawaii called it a “Lover’s moon” instead so I am not intentionally trying to be creepy with that title. Oh boy, where to begin. Well. We got married! It was the best day. I want to do a full post on that later, maybe once we get more photos but the day really could not have gone any better.


So! Hawaii. Both of us had never been and to be honest, I was hesitant at first because I thought…everyone goes to Hawaii for their honeymoon. But then I thought EVERYONE goes to Hawaii for their honeymoon! There must be a reason. We got to Maui late at night two weeks ago and it was so fun to hop in the jeep we rented and drive to our hotel and take in the beautiful sights and sounds while the rest of the island slept. When we woke up (bright and early, as usual) the next day we did more exploring around beautiful Ka’anapali. Everyone told us to make sure we relaxed and carved out some time to just do nothing but, if you know me, you know that that didn’t happen. We did do relaxing things (sit at the beach for a little and got massages) but even on our scheduled relaxed day, we went surfing and into town. I don’t regret filling our time with activities because that is what we like to do and it made it so fun however, I do think if/when we go back it would be wise to TRY and plan more time of just doing nothing. That is part of the beauty of Hawaii is a lot of people are on island time. Even the coffee and breakfast shops didn’t tend to open super early, as we discovered when our noses were pressed up against the glass at 7am.


As I mentioned, we did a lot of activities. One of the activities I wasn’t super amped about was surfing. I had surfed before (I think I was 14?) on the Cape but hadn’t since and I just find as I get older, I get more fearful. No one else seemed to be concerned about sharks and I have read enough saying how they really aren’t all that interested in humans but none of that really matters because they still freak me out. However, Mike really wanted to and I am pretty sure he does a lot of stuff he doesn’t want to do just because I want to do it so I figured it was best to just suck it up. I also feel that if something scares me, as long as it isn’t too dangerous, that is a good indication that it is something I should push myself to do. I think we can sometimes make ourselves more fearful but shying away from things that make us nervous and so if I don’t keep pushing myself to be brave, I am doing myself a disservice (so there is a lot of faking it until I make it).


Getting out there was scary for me but I kept just trying to focus on how happy Mike was and also I figured being in the group of guys that were all excited to surf, perhaps I could hide in the background for the 90 minutes and no one would notice. Welp, after Mike went, I was called to go second. “No, thank you!” I yelled from the background and tried to slowly slink away from the instructor. But he called again, and since I am a rule follower and fear getting in trouble, I nervously made my way over. “I’ll just do a small wave, please” I requested of my instructor. He laughed and said he didn’t really have control over that but I would be fine and just needed to make sure to not look down or that is where I would go and then he screamed PADDLE!!!! Which I did. I popped up onto my knees and I was gliding past another instructor he told me to use my hands to push myself up. Oh right. I got up and made sure not to look down and glided all the onto shore. I ended up catching waves the rest of the time, which I think surprised us all and almost got out injury free until I jumped onto a rock. After, I saw a turtle, which most people were excited about but I didn’t want to wait around and see if he brought any friends so I went onto the shore and sat down with a middle school girl. She told me that she has a fear of the ocean but that her little sister really wanted to go and if she didn’t, her parents wouldn’t so she pushed herself to go. We both agreed that even though we were scared, we were glad we tried it. 


One of the other activities we did was a helicopter tour. The helicopter tour didn’t scare me, but I have always struggled with motion sickness so I feared for those around me. Things were going ok at first but then it started to get a little rainy which meant it started to get a little bumpy. Our pilot was having a grand old time, as was I until about 15 minutes in when I started to turn progressively greener. Then I started coaching myself with encouraging thoughts such as “don’t throw up on your new husband” and “only 75 more minutes to go!”. We made it to the ground with great success, although I can not say the same thing for my friend behind me who threw up as we were landing.

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It feels wrong to end this post talking about vomit however, it is already quite lengthy so, there it is. I had so much fun with Mike and some of my favorite moments were just walking around and talking/joking. We were so lucky to have the help of his parents, who watched our beloved pets and my parents who helped with the trip and bumped our status. You can bet your bottom dollar we took advantage of every free meal/snack that was offered. 


Surgery numero dos

Because just one is no fun! I have been trying to post this for about a week now and for some reason the site wouldn’t let me. BUT HERE WE ARE! So.

A few days before we left to go on our trip, I went to see my doctor to have my stent removed…which really wasn’t supposed to happen until the 6th week mark but I pestered my surgeon via e-mail (I’m not sure it is socially acceptable to e-mail one’s surgeon) with various questions, concerns and comments about my upcoming trip and we agreed that 4 weeks was ok and that I would never contact him again. Just kidding about the second part… although I imagine that crossed his mind.

When I went to see my doctor, he said the process would be uncomfortable but over in 30 seconds.  So I counted to 30. 9 times. The nurse looked about as uncomfortable as I imagine I did and I realized things were not going according to plan. The doctor let me know that he could not find the stent and that he assumed it had traveled. I had been told that I could do cartwheels and give birth without disrupting the stent so you can imagine my surprise regarding its absence after not attempting either. I was told that I would need to have x-rays to confirm where the stent went and likely have surgery the following day. I may or may not be able to head to the wedding I was meant to be in a few days later.

The next day I had surgery with my pal Michael by my side. I was told it may be difficult to eat but, no surprise, I ate all the snacks they gave me and followed that with a sandwich and an ice cream cone. Heroic.

Part of us felt like we had to just laugh…surgeries, no working out and starting a new job (did I mention I got a new job?) in the last couple of months leading up to one’s wedding is not ideal. But it is what it is. And things could always be worse right? The funny, or interesting thing is, my anxiety had reached an all time high a few days before going to the doctor. I felt scared and had no idea why and just felt like constantly crying. I was not in a good place at all and could not pinpoint what was going on. After the surgery my mom asked me if I still felt that way, which I didn’t. She mentioned how my intuition has always been a strength and wondered if on some level I knew something was wrong. I sure do wonder.

Two days later I hopped on a plane to Indiana to be in the wedding of one of my best friends. It was a beautiful day. The next day we got on a plane to Denmark and our European adventure began!

One-Piece Wonders

June 1st! Can you believe it? Ready or not summer is here everyone. I am always ready for summer. My sad little belly with all it’s new marks is not, however. I actually don’t mind all the new marks and I’ve always said that scars tell a story. However, that being said, I know that if wounds are exposed to the sun during the healing process that can make scars much more apparent later on (I actually don’t KNOW that that is true, that may be another medical fact I made up but it sounds logical so let’s roll with it). Lucky for me, one-piece suits are in! I have a couple but am still on the lookout for a few more. Here is what I spied with my little eye…



And NOWWWWWWwwwwW….what I can afford…




HELLO. That was a looooong break. Things for the past couple of weeks were a little hectic and I needed a time out. On Wednesday I had surgery and boyyyyyy did I underestimate it. If medical stuff grosses you out, this is not the post for you… although I will try and spare you the gory details.

Part of me is glad that I underestimated just how painful and uncomfortable this surgery was going to be because I think I would have been a lot more scared had I known what I was in for. I think part of it was a way of protecting myself and the other part was to protect those closest to me because I really do feel like it can be way harder watching someone you love go through something painful rather than experiencing it yourself.

I wasn’t allowed to eat past lunch on Tuesday which, for anyone that knows me, knows that is a good way to torture me. I actually did ok with it however, my surgery time got moved from 7:30 the next day to 11:00 so by the time my parents had brought me to the city, I had a full on migraine and thought I was going to be ill. That may seem dramatic however, I am similar to an infant and am used to being on a regular feeding schedule of every two hours and when that is disrupted, things go horribly array.

Anyways, also similar to an infant, I was curled in the fetal position alternating between my parents laps so they could pet my head like a kitty cat while I whimpered quietly. I could see people looking at me but I really didn’t care and also, mind your beeswax everyone. At 11:30 I finally got called into a room where I was told I wouldn’t be taken into surgery until about 1:00. I should also mention that I was not allowed to have my beloved coffee or even water since midnight so I was starting to feel like a shriveled prune. At 1:00 me and another man were brought up to a room in our gowns and socks to wait with several other people who would be having surgery. One after one, people were called in to talk with their doctors and then off they went to surgery. At 3:30, I was actually looking forward to having surgery in hopes that the pain medication would make my terrible headache go away. Finally, I was brought in around 4:00 to the room. The group in there was playing rap music which on the one hand I found peculiar but on the other hand kind of comforted me and made me feel like I was in my college dorm room with friends and not about to get sliced open (sorry, I know I said I wouldn’t get gory). When I was laying on the bed I remember people making comments about how tiny my arms were and me explaining that I have abnormally small hands and feet for my height. One of the doctors said he bet his hands were smaller and we sized up hands (they were smaller. sad.) and then I fell asleep.

I woke up in the operating room and my first thought was “oh no”. Between wisdom teeth and some breathing issues, I have had a couple of surgeries. There is always a healing process that is uncomfortable but in my past experiences, when you first wake up is when you feel the best. You are still loaded with pain meds and life is groovy. I immediately felt extreme pain and knew this one was going to be a doozy. They told me I needed to get moved on to another bed (I imagine it was a stretcher or something) and I remember saying “no no no no” and then went black again.

When I woke up, I was in the pre-op room and my parents and Mike were there. The lady asked what my pain number was and I said 7 or 8 to which Mike replied that for me that means a 10. And it did. My parents who had left the house early that morning still needed to have dinner and get back to our apartment to feed the kitties and it was already 8pm. Mike stayed with me and held my hand until 11 at night (way past visiting hours….thanks to my amazing nurse) when he finally had to leave. That night and the next day were pretty awful but I was allowed to go home last night because I proved I could walk a little on my own and keep some pudding down (obviously! Have we met?). Now I am home and walking around like a little old lady hunched over but at least its over. See? That wasn’t too graphic. I even left out the part that the nurse said makes most grown men scream. How thoughtful of me!


Orange Theory

Gooooood morrrrrning!! It has been a while. 

We have had a great weekend so far. On Friday night, my dad was coming through town so Mike and I walked to meet him for dinner. One great thing about having a dad who travels a lot for work is that I feel like I get to see him a lot more now than I would normally, being an hour and a half away. The next morning, Mike said I had a friend coming to surprise me and it ended up being my nieces and sister in law which I was so thrilled about. I have really been missing them lately. 

After, I went to my first Orange Theory class for a fundraiser for Mass General Hospital and The March of Dimes. I was feeling somewhat nervous because I didn’t know what to expect and was somewhat regretting having eaten half a jar of cookie butter.

The idea of these classes, if you haven’t done one before, is that they strap a heart monitor on you and then you are hooked up to a big screen in the workout area where you can see your stats. When your heart rate gets to a certain number, you enter the orange, which is where you want to try and stay for the majority of the class. There are three stations, the erg (brought me back to my college rowing days), the treadmill and weights. It actually ended up being really fun and a lot less scary than I anticipated. They bump loud music (a lot of which also brought me back to my college days) and a man yelled encouraging words through the microphone at us. Me and another girl really struggled to get anywhere near the orange, unfortunately. I felt like I was working hard…especially when it came to lifting weights which I neverrrrrrr do, but it didn’t seem to make a difference for our heart rates. There was a period of time where we remained in the gray zone (resting heart rate) while running which was a bit baffling. 

While my wallet can not support 30 dollar classes (I think I heard that is what they cost per class), overall, it was fun to workout with other people and support two awesome causes. 


Madewell May

It can be so hard to know how to dress these days when it is 80 and sunny on a Saturday and chilly and 50 on a Sunday. Even in one day, the weather/temp can feel drastically different just by clouds covering the sun or a gust of wind coming through. I imagine some days I look like a clown with all my mismatched clothing items. In the words of my mother when she saw me most recently “You’ve got a lot going on today!” haha 😉

Madewell seems to know exactly how to navigate these odd weathered days. I love Madewell most during the transitions from one season to the next and feel like there stuff works so well when it comes to layering or not looking odd during a day that can start out cold and end up really warm. Does that make sense? Here is what I am loving at the moment…  


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Birthday Babes


This past week we celebrated my mom’s birthday on Thursday and Mike’s on Friday. It is only fitting that their birthdays would be so close together since they are kindred spirits. I took a drive to see my mom Thursday night to celebrate and it was fun to eat and chat and just have some gal time. Mike’s birthday was great too. Except he also had a lot of speed bumps over the weekend. Poor fella.

On Thursday night, I got text from him as I was about to head back home “I just got a letter from the IRS saying I owe $4,000”. Mike, for those who don’t know, likes mischief. So my initial reaction was fairly tame since I thought he was trying to play a trick. As the flurry of texts began to come in from him, I soon realized he was not joking and that H&R block had made a big oops. I began to feel hot and panicky. Just the day before we had decided I would likely need to have a surgery that would cost who knows how much…but based on the fact that the doctor’s appointment alone cost me $400…it wasn’t looking good for our wallets. I didn’t want to upset Mike any more than he already was and I was hesitant to contact our parents since I did not feel calm, cool and collected but more like a shrieking pterodactyl (who knew there was a p in that word?). So I called my brother. As soon as he picked up the phone I turned into a blubbering mess and explained my feelings of panic. My brother is a really good person to talk to when one is feeling emotional because his affect doesn’t change much no matter how much you hoot and holler. You know when you are on the verge of tears and someone hugs you and it makes you break down faster? With my brother, it is somewhat the opposite in that you will feel fairly unstable if you continue to weep like a willow while he is calmly sitting on the other line. My tears immediately evaporated and we moved right on to the next order of business. If it sounds like I am dissing his approach, I am not. And in fact, it is what I needed in that moment. He is a straight shooter and quickly goes in to problem-solving mode which is sometimes what one needs. Anyways, I spent the whole ride home praying to have things work out…and on Saturday they did! Mike met with the tax people and they fixed their mistake.

On Mike’s ACTUAL birthday, I made surprise plans to take him to The Loeb Boathouse in Central Park. Last time we were in central park, Mike had referenced wanting to go there but not having been able to make reservations because it books up pretty far in advance. I squirreled that info away and reserved us a table for his birthday. After work on Friday I hopped on the train and planned to meet him like I did the last time, just a block or two away from Grand Central, so I couldn’t get too lost. Right before arriving at the station I got a text from him that something had gone wrong at work and he would be there for a while. I walked the same couple of blocks that I did last time and then went and waited inside the H&M that I had gone to last time. I wandered the store for about 20 minutes mustering up the courage to try and find my way to his work. I put the address in google maps but the little dot was bopping all over the map and clearly that wasn’t going to work. I had to use my spidey senses to make my way there. Just when I had determined I was very lost, I looked up and saw a sign he had pointed out once. Eureka! I found his building! I waited outside for an hour and a half until he emerged…smiling as always 🙂

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We had an awesome dinner at the boathouse which for me, mainly consisted of carbs, followed by sugary carbs for dessert and then walked back through central park. On Sunday we returned for the bacon and beer festival. I had gotten him tickets in an attempt to try and do something new and unique (and what guy doesn’t like beer and bacon?). It was a blast but not our prettiest moment. It is probably for the best I don’t post the pictures from that day. Happy Birthday, Bud!


The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Did anyone else read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day as a child? From the second Alexander wakes up his day is bummer after bummer. Today was like that (I wouldn’t call it terrible, horrible since no one got hurt but you get the gist). Sometimes when I have bad days, I think about that book. I even catch myself saying in my head “some days are like that, even in Australia”. If you have never read it, then you have no idea what I am talking about.

I don’t like to be a complainer but today STUNK. I knew it was going to stink when I was having my normal morning phone chat with my mom on the way to work and burst into tears (here’s hoping none of my co-workers witnessed this on their way in to work). I just could not get my head above water. Every time I walked into my office the voicemail light was blinking (that red light makes me so anxious), I messed up multiple VERY important tasks and I was late to just about every meeting after getting caught up in other meetings. Do you ever have those days where it seems like all you do is run around yelling “SORRY!”? There were a few points throughout the day where I thought “Should I hide under my desk until the day is over?”. I didn’t. But probably should have. Anyways, as much as I know how important it is to vent, I also know we all have stressful days and it is really unappealing to listen to someone complain when you are just trying to get through your own stuff (seems kind of backwards for a counselor to say, right?). Actually, the other morning I put on a random workout video on YouTube and was taken aback to hear the lady complaining THE ENTIRE TIME. I am no stranger to huffing and puffing through a workout however, I needed motivation from this youtuber and she was being a real drag. She spent the video saying how hard the workout was, talking about all her injuries and breathing heavily into the camera. Rather than feeling pumped and getting in a hardcore workout, I ended up staring blankly at the screen and feeling melancholy.

Anyways. That story kind of got off track but I just thought it was weird and I wanted to share it.

My point is. We all have our stuff and it is ok to take a minute to vent but then it is time to move right along. I actually wasn’t in a bad mood considering the stinky day (perhaps they call that defeat?). And once I left the building I was done with that portion of my day and I was determined to have a better finish to the day. And I did! Sometimes I feel like I can will myself to have a good day. Other days I get chased through the parking garage by a terrifying drug addict.

So like I said…things turned around! My favorite staff member was working at the front desk of our apartment. He told me that Mike and I made an impression on him because we are always so smiley (also probably from the time he caught Mike “borrowing” a stack of paper cups and Mike got scared and put both his hands up like he had just been caught by the police) so that was pleasant to hear. Then I went for a walk with my friend Bridget. We seem to be in really similar places in our lives right now with work and getting married and such so it is just easy to have endless conversations. And THEN I was surprised with Mike coming home early. He opened his birthday gift from his parents and it was the Ancestry DNA test for BOTH OF US! I literally was just saying to Bridget two hours ago, how badly I wanted this. Mike and I jumped for joy! I sure hope we don’t discover we are related. I will let you know in 6-8 weeks.

So here are some things, in my humble opinion, that can make a bad day better:


Everybody’s Working For The Weekend


This weekend we took a trip to Cape Cod with Mike’s parents to check out our rehearsal dinner spot. It was so exciting to see the place and sit down and talk about food (when is that not exciting??). We also stayed in the hotel that Mike had always stayed in when he was young. It was so fun/cute to hear about stories and see how excited he got remembering various details. It is pretty amazing how fast time goes by. It makes me think about how important it is to not wish time away (even on the dreaded Mondays). Mike had told me how Chip Gaines (I love him) from Fixer Upper likes to live every day like it is the weekend and I think that is such a great way to be. I have been trying to think about how to make this happen more and was trying to understand why that feels so complicated. So I broke it down….What does the weekend mean for me?

1. Waking up whenever I want (which is usually 6am- thanks Fin and Sophie)
2.Going out to dinner (this one we could do sometimes but I try and be healthy during the week)
3. No time constraints for activities (this is tough because we only have a few hours at night)
4. No work (our apartment building insists we pay rent, unfortunately)
So…that stuff makes it a bit challenging to live like it is the weekend…but not impossible. So I thought about what is in my control and what I can work on. Here is what I came up with.
1. Eating in different locations-still cook healthy meals but take it places: on the porch, picnic in the park, overlooking the water, etc.
2. DON’T WATCH TV- ok, well some nights this is ok. But it is soooo easy to plop on the couch to watch a show and then look up at the clock and 3 hours have gone by and it’s time for bed. No TV means more time for other activities that will make the day feel longer and hopefully more fun).
3. Get outside- even if it is just for a little while. Now that it is warming up, I don’t want to waste a second of the nice weather. We are lucky enough to live by the water and have some pretty gorgeous views so I want to take more walks and enjoy them.
4. Surprises and exploring- I got so excited one night when I picked up Mike at the train station and brought him to this restaurant that I had found on YELP. He loves sliders and this place specializes in all different types. I know he was giving me some looks as I drove him through a somewhat dicey area but it was awesome once we were there and we never would have known about it if we hadn’t done a little exploring.
5. Take advantage of community events- we live in a place that has a lot of cool things to offer whether it is yoga in our building, comedy night, dancing in the park (in the summer), social gatherings…lots of stuff. Sometimes at the end of a long day, engaging in any sort of activity seems so unappealing but I never regret doing it after the fact. I want to push myself (and Mike) more to do this stuff during the week.
That’s all I can think of right now. What makes weekends special for you?
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Palms Monday


Today we booked our flights to HAWAII!! I am soooooo excited. That may have been part of the reason I went out and bought palm outdoor cushions, palm napkins and a palm plant. That, and I was left to my own devices while M was at work. M says he NOW trusts my taste after loving things once they are in the apartment but that isn’t entirely true. He may love what I pick out after it is in our home but he still has that initial knee-jerk reaction of saying “no” automatically. M is a thinker. He needs to spend several weeks contemplating a purchase and talking it through before committing. I see something and know immediately whether or not I like it and then I want it that instant. It makes for some challenging shopping trips for us. We are able to laugh about our differences and M has said multiple times “Just go out and buy. Don’t show me”. So I did.

Normally, I don’t like to make purchases without M, especially since we are tight on money with all these upcoming trips. But we have been wanting this stuff for a while and I knew if I didn’t just go out and do it, it would be several more weeks. I felt really confident in my decisions but as I was lugging up my giant palm plant and getting side-eyed by neighbors…I started to question whether or not this would be considered a successful day.

Thankfully it was! I love all things palm right now. Looking outside and seeing our palm plant blowing in the wind, I feel like we are on a tropical getaway and it makes me even more excited for our Hawaiian getaway.

BRIT+CO knows what I mean…

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