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Always, V.

I love the Holidays, I really do.  But here’s one thing I seriously feel uncomfortable about when it comes to this giving season.

I give you example A:

Them -”VERONICA! What do you want for Christmas?”

Me -” Uhhh I ….errr…. I don’t want anything…. really”

Example B:

Me – “So is there anything you want for Christmas?”

Them – ” No, I really don’t want anything…. really”

So I’m putting a stop to it, by blogging exactly what I want, that way my future conversations will go like this…

Them – “VERONICA! What do you want for Christmas?”

Me – “Oh man, I can’t think right now, but you can check out my blog I put a few things on there that I would like!”

Them -(hopefully) – “Oh awesome, so easy!”

So here it is

* An Ipad (very unlikely but I can wish right?)

*Nikon Lenses – 18-55 MM

*Gift cards to Forever 21 or Love Culture

*Sweaters

* Long tank tops

* Long nnecklaces

*Scrap book goodies (I love to scrap book)

* OPI Nail Polish

* Picture Frames

*Blankets

*MAC makeup

*Target Gift Card

* Fuzzy Socks

*Comfy PJ’s!

*Barnes and Nobles Gift Cards – Nook owner-

*A Million Dollars – thank you to whoever picks this one-

* Ugg boots

*COMFY SHEETS!

And everything else that is wonderful….. to vague ?

Ahhhhhh…. sigh of relief. 

Here is to avoiding that awkward moment.

- Ronnie

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Always, Veronica.

When did I grow up?  Seriously.  It’s as if over night the fairy of adult hood visited and the entirety of an innocent child hood has vanished. Toys were replaced with smart phones and tablets, coloring books replaced with check books, plastic pedal cars replaced with a drivers license, juice with cocktails, allowence with pay checks, light up shoes with stilletos, and the list is really never ending. I have those brief moments in the day where I think for a second how thankful I would be for someone to demand a naptime. Is it not ironic that we spend our younger years wishing we were older, counting down the days until “when”, then it comes and all of a sudden were kicking our younger self in the ass for even being unpaitent for just a minute?

So I got to thinking, there are two things we can do about this realization

1. Love the here and now. Really love the hell out of it. It’s of course human nature to look forward to the rest of our lives, but let it pass as fast as it comes.

2. Embrace your inner child.  The adulthood fairy came, but she never took anything with her, the old was replaced with the new but never taken.

I love this quote by Gaston Bachelard

“So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us. ”

 

So guess what I did………  I called up the best friend for a childhood intervention, and of course she had nothing less to say than “Hell yes”

So………We built a GROWN UP FORT.

Although I must say, one of the perks of being grown up is not having anyone to tell me to clean it all up, infact I think I might just keep it up all winter. 

Tonight brought me to a place that I truly needed to be brought to. It sounds odd, but there are many things in life that we wouldn’t necessarily ask for nor go searching for, but when put before us we learn to adapt to, and in the midst of adapting we find ways to figure out why this was brought to us, and why this is good for us.

There are two beautiful aspects of learning, learning something new, and then re-learning something you’ve already taught yourself, and just forgotten about. 

Tonight I learned that going about certain situations that I have not dealt with before needs to be approached carefully, instead of jumping into head-first. Relation-ship wise.

Tonight I learned that I change, and that time passes so quietly that I don’t even notice it, until I am faced with something that I have dealt with before and re-act in a different way than I originally did, leaving me questioning my self “Since when did you re-act this way?”.  

And then I re- learned a few wonderful things that I taught myself, yet just forgot about. By writing, and by writing I mean really letting my heart pour onto paper through the ink of a pen, and re-reading what I have recorded is the best therapy for myself, it is raw proof that I am a changing human being, that my thoughts may stay the same, and yet change all together, but still proof that I am changing with ration. My words released are my thoughts that are stagnantly waiting around in my brain, keeping me from a pent up induced instanity.

On a more personal note, tonight I re-learned that my brother only needs one look at my face to figure out everything going on in my brain.  One look, and he needs to ask no questions. His quick embrace to comfort me in a time of uncertainty for minutes of absolute silence is enough to remind me that everything really will be okay. Despite whatever circumstances are brought to me, this is something I will embrace learning over and over.

Yes and yes. Next time I get into an argument with someone I love, I will remind myself that tomorrow is never promised & to choose my battles wisely.

And now this……………..

i wanna hold you baby right or wrong
build a world around a country song
pray a sweet prayer, follow you there, down in history
I wanna love like johnny and june
rings of fire burnning with you
i wanna walk the line, walk the line, till the end of time
i wanna love, love ya that much
cash it all in give it all up
and when you’re gone i wanna go too
like johnny and june

…….. and when you’re gone I wanna go too.

Is’nt this all of our dreams? What were raised to believe?  That we’ll find that one person who will spend the rest of their lives in the company of our own? That forty, fifty years down the line we will have the same urge to be together as we did when we first met?  It’s so romantic, and yet at the same time the biggest gamble we will ever make. Living in an age where long lived marriages are the rareity, and divorce trumps true love, it’s no longer just an ordinary dream, its something that you fight for.

Today marks the 44th anniversary of a beyond wonderful couple, who has given me hope that with true commitment, honesty, selflessness and true faith and devotion in one another that long lasting love is a possibility.

And in her own words……

Today Fred and I are celebrating our 44th wedding anniversary. We have learned to NEVER take each other for granted and to enjoy each and every day we have together. Looking back over our time together we have had many ups and downs, but we have faced them all TOGETHER!!! The love and support of our dearest family and friends have played a major role in our lives are we feel so blessed. I am so lucky to share my life with the love of my life.

Auntie Nancy, & Uncle Fred, you have given me the hope that any madly-in love young-adult could ask for.  It can be done.  In a world that is now full of quitters who are constantly searching for the ‘high’ of the next best thing, you two are living proof that not only when respected but valued through the ups and downs,  love can conquer all. 

Happy Anniversary, and Thank You.

 Tonight this topic played a large part in my writing/blogging, and it wasn’t until I finished editing this blog post that I really realized how I’m right in the midst of contradicting myself. Ironic no? I’m in an endless battle of negotiating time with my other half and its of course much less complicated then I’m making it, but still. (It’s the women in me right?) What’s crazy for me is that reading my own writing is more of an eye opener than my actual thoughts that are only mildly being processed as they pass. It only takes a second to jump to a conclusion, but a minute to actually work out the reality of the situation.

ps. If you have not checked out www.Pinterest.com then you are missing out on a fun new addicting habit. WARNING : DO NOT visit this site if you have extra time to spare and want to end up ooo-ing and ahhh-ing until you get what I like to call -Pinterest Sick-ness- and actually get inspired to create something of your own that inspires you, and of course inspire other people.

pps.  Thank you to all of my followers who are so patiently waiting for my google side bar, and still going through all the loops to leave comments and email me. WORD PRESS is currently working with me to fix the kinks.

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh / There’s nothing you can’t do, now you’re in New York / These streets will make you feel brand new …

Right on Jay Z, right on the money.  Literally.   I was in a trance the entire time Kris and I invaded NYC.  The hustle and bustle of life filled every second of part deux of our trip.  I’m sure it was obvious we were tourists, maps and camera in hand at all times, non stop starring, and mouths wide open in awe of everything that this kingdom of a city offers. I was enthralled and some what envious of the people that I observed who were living their every day lives as “New Yorkers”. Taking the subway, enjoying an afternoon jog in Central Park, waiting in line to get their every day over-rated star bucks coffee. Normal every day things seemed fabulously exaggerated, and I am in love with that idea. Okay so maybe Carrie Bradshaw was just a tad bit influential of that idea, but show or not, it is damn right true.  I guess in a sense its just a way of thinking, the environment has everything and yet at the same time nothing to do with it at all.  I could try to bring the same notion to my every day life, but something tells me it’ll take a lot more effort to fabulously exaggerate driving four blocks to work, spending all day with seniors, and then heading home for wine, books and writing. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try. Fake it until you make it right?

Our world for seven days in New York City consisted of… (and in no particular order)

 Hot Dogs, subways, taxis, cocktails, pizza, walking, walking, map reading, little Italy, The Garment District, Central Park, lawn laying, pretzels, more hot dogs, being on the big screen in Time Square, fattening but delicious cupcakes, Dylan’s Candy Bar, wine, wonderful views, dancing, new friends, mimosas, did I say walking?, shopping, laughter, memories made, champagne, and of course the celebration of our six year anniversary as a couple. It was dreamy and cheesy and all that jazz, but I wouldn’t of had it any other way, in any other place.

Chicago came and went in the mere three days that we were there.  The beautiful architecture, the breath taking trees and plants in full fall transition, and the delectable food that was to die for occupied our time. The deep-dish pizza melted in our mouths, and the atmosphere at the Ralph Lauren Bar was uniquely out of this world.  And if I hadn’t of known we were at Lake Michigan, I would of thought the blue water was straight from paradise.  It rained the last day we were there, like I have never seen rainfall before, violently hard and powered by the wind that the city is popularly known for. Rain or shine Chicago was nothing short of stunning, and I’m sure its anticipating our return as much as we are.  

I have a 3 am wake up call tomorrow morning, as I drag my butt out of bed and suddenly awake to the excitement of knowing that I am jet set! Kris and I are headed off to the one and only Chicago for three days and then to the glamorous city of New York, New York. Shopping, eating, sight seeing and indulging in anything we want for seven days straight. AHH BLISS!

 Five years ago Kris and I made a journey to the city of New York as just young teens, hell we hardly knew what we were doing and our bank accounts were down to the last penny… and now were headed back to celebrate our six year anniversary. Time flys when your in love, and loving life. See you later Cali, East Coast here we come!