NYC in the Summer!

Spent the weekend in NYC. It was a fabulous weekend. Here are some shots from a few of the activities.

Sam and I with a few other girls eating Italian.

Getting ready for a stroll in Central Park. Love the randomness of this shot!

Here is the whole crew afterwards! Good Times.

After the biking, we headed for another Italian dinner. And this one was also fabulous. It ended with 'The Titanic." It was alittle out of control. Or rather the 3 minutes flat that it took us to devour it. Granted there were 9 of us!

When Bad Things Happen to Good People

Do you know of someone that you think the world of, and for some reason they are always getting the short end of the stick? I just want to give alittle shout out to a few in my life. (For personal reasons, one will remain nameless.)

My cousin Peter is one of those people I know. He is such a fabulous person, but for some reason, he is one of the most tested people I know. His sister loving says that "his life just sucks." But if you were to meet him, you would never know such thing. He is so kind, humble, and amusing people you would ever meet. I truly aspire to have his such faith and humility.

Another one is a friend that I was kind enough to meet a few years back. I know that I was given a specific position at my last company, in order to meet this lady. She is fantastic, always has a smile on your face, and willing to bend over backwards if she can help you out. But for some reason, she just continues to end up on the short end. She is such an example to me of how to be a mother. And Im so gratiful for the chance to have her in my life.

Slight Realization

I am a movie freak. I go when ever I can. I go when ever I want to. (The beauty of singlehood.) I just simply love them. They are my Vodka and Cranberry juice after a long day. Or my long run. Or my pint of ice cream. Whatever it is that is your release from all things stressful. . . . There is just something about leaving your life, walking into a cool, dark movie theatre, and turning on the story of another one's life. Granted, they generally always have happy endings to their misfortunes.

. . . . This weekend I saw 500 Days of Summer. . . .

And when a movie doesnt always give the happy ending that I wished for it, then I get . . .well, alittle annoyed. And for this particular movie, my annoyance is still here 3 days later.

It JUST hit me why. I am much more like Tom than I really would like to admit. It never turns out for me the way that I would have liked. Dont worry. This isnt a 'wo is me' post, as I must admit, Heavently Father is amazing, and things have turned out amazing for me. Much, much better that I could have ever imagined. But I am a hopeless romantic. Sometimes I dont always want to admit that one, but its true. I am. I want the fairy tale ending in my own life, and it hasnt quite happened that way, yet. I keep dreaming, with all new crushes. One day it will work out. Patience I will continue to use.

4th of July

I was able to hit up DC for July 4th this year. What better way than to spend our nations birthday in our nations capital. It was fabulous. The weather was amazing. The company was amazing. The abiance was amazing. Couldnt have asked for a better weekend.

Hanging out with some new friends, Kristen, Katie, Brent, Sam, John

Lincoln Monument

Enjoying the Mall, with Kristen, Sam, and Jed

Dancing to alittle Aretha Franklin

Middle America

Im visiting an old roommate in Columbus, Ohio.  I know, I know. Not exactly Dublin, or London, or Santo Domingo.  But ever since I landed, or even in the plane, I have had the Counting Crows song in my head. 

"{Ohio}

Somewhere in middle America 

Get right to the heart of matters 
It's the heart that matters more 
I think you better turn your ticket in 
And get your money back at the door"

Love this song.  And Ohio. And middle America! Its so much more than I expected.  Need to post pics once I get back to my comp.  Even saw another Boston Friend at church!  Love small Mormon world!

Quote of the Day

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

~ Marianne Williamson

The quote is commonly thought to have been the words of Nelson Mandela, but it first came from Mrs Williamson. It makes my heart sore to find such words from people outside of my faith. I firmly know that we all have the ability to have the Spirit in our life, and to know of God, and when I find things like this, I get a reconfirmation of that. . . . It makes me want to go out and succeed and grow and help others.

Shout Out to My Dad!

My dad is: Kind, Loving, Quirky, Geeky (hello, pocket protectors!), Intellegent, Hard-working, Faithful, Generious. . . The list can go on.

I have always been a daddy's girl. I loved when I was in Kindergarden at this private school, and my dad would take me to school. From there, my dad would leave the car and ride his bike to his work. I love to wait to watch my dad pass by my classroom windows, and all the kids would wave at him. And my dad would wave back with a big grin on his face. . . . Oh how live was so much simplier then.

My dad is a pretty amazing person. The more I get to know him and learn about him, the more Im impressed by him. Oh how thankful for his desire to attend church as a young boy. Im so grateful for his faithfulness in the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and respect for the Priesthood he holds. Im so thankful for being raised in a home where this was available to me.

Thanks Dad! Happy Fathers Day!