#GratiTuesday: HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!!!!!

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This is one of my FAVORITE HOLIDAYS EVER! Where everyone is Irish, wears green and drinks green beer and has a jolly time! It’s a joyful time of the year; the start of spring, warmer temperatures, cuter outfits and being able to walk around outside without a coat on (the best time of the year). One year ago today, my nephew was born – he brings so much joy to us in my family, and I can’t imagine what life would be like without that little guy! He’s our special, lucky little (well, not so little because he is already wearing 24 month clothes) guy. I am grateful to be his crazy, fun Aunt Booyah – it’s the best job I’ve had so far. I love you, E!

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, everyone!! Here’s a little Irish blessing for your St. Patty’s Day today! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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I hope your beer is green, and your outfit is too! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜›

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With lots o’ Irish luck,

L

GratiTuesday/Wednesday

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Whooopsie! This is a day late because of the holiday, but better late than never, eh? This week I’m grateful for my gal pals, and friendship – for making my Galentine’s Day (and every day!) super special and awesome. Who else can you call to help you pick out going-out outfit over Skype (which turns into 25 minute fashion show), grab a glass of wine with to discuss your bad day (cheers!), completely understand whatever #girlprobs you’re having (like if your one eyebrow doesn’t match your other eyebrow, or you’re having a bad mascara day), laugh about inappropriate things with, give you high fives and fist bumps when you’ve completely destroyed your run/workout/when you did that thing you couldn’t do before, or be right there for you when you need a hug, a phone call, or an hand-written note. You gals are the best! I love you all. And I’m so grateful for each and every one of you in my life (including all my new blogging gal pals who gal it up together over the interwebs – love you!). ❀

What are you guys grateful for this week?? Tell me in the comments, because this is always my fave thing to read all week! πŸ˜€

With love,

L

#GratiTuesday

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This week, I’m grateful for laughter. It seems I’ve been getting it in spades recently. First, from this amazing YouTube video my friend posted (ok, so I’m ALWAYS late to the party on these things, and I know it’s mid-January but it doesn’t make it any less awesome). And, THIS ridiculousness. My bff B sent me that last night, and I thought someone hacked B & B and experienced a moment of panic. She was dying laughing at me, and I started laughing, and we just couldn’t stop. I had never heard of gizoogle.net before (and apparently I’m REALLY late to the party because according to another friend, “Wow, gizoogle. That sh*t was from like 1995”)! And (one more), THIS: 28 Cringeworthy Fashion Moments We Witnessed on Laguna Beach. All of these outfits were my jam, and wait – jeans and a going-out top is still ok, right?? πŸ˜› πŸ˜€

I hope your #GratiTuesday is full of laughter, too! What are you grateful for this week?? Post below in the comments, because you know I love that shiz. πŸ˜€ I really, really want to know! πŸ™‚

Spread the love! Feel free to post your own GratiTuesday post with the hashtag #GratiTuesday πŸ˜€ ❀ ❀ ❀

PS: If you’re wondering what all this is about, check out the original GratiTuesday post here.

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Today I’m grateful to be fortunate enough to be able to explore the wonders of nature with my family (especially in warm, sunny Florida in January!).

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What are you grateful for today/this week? Share your thoughts in the comments below!! πŸ˜€

See the original GratiTuesday post here:Β GratiTuesday.

Wishing you lots of warmth today.

With love,

L ❀

The Five Stages of Holiday Traffic Grief: Driving on the Mass Pike

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Whewwwwwwwwwwwwww! We all survived Round 1 of the holidays. I had a pretty interesting one, my sister and brother in law became very ill Monday evening, and so Tuesday I “whipped” down to CT to help them out with my 8-month old nephew (as you will soon see, I am using the term “whipped” loosely). Unfortunately for me, just about everyone else in New England had the same idea (we were due for a Nor’easter with lots of snow and ice on Wednesday) and a usually ~2.5 hour trip took 5 hours and 52 minutes. Yep, I was basically sitting in the Marshmallow Mobile on the Mass Pike in standstill traffic. For several hours. Barely inching forward. During those six hours, I had plenty of time to go through the five stages of holiday traffic grief.

Stage One: Denial and Isolation.

When my car first coasted up the line of stopped cars I thought, “Well there must be an accident somewhere. This should ease up soon.” I tapped my fingers on my steering wheel to the throwback station 96.9 and mentally relived the amazing hip-hop songs of my formative years. I looked at the clock. Six minutes had passed by and no movement. “Ah, maybe the police are blocking off a lane and we can’t move.” I looked at the Waze app. It was red (indicating heavy traffic) until I-84. I was barely outside of Boston. “That can’t be right…” I thought. Nope, nope – it was. I was just hiding from the facts, a reaction that carried me through the first wave of my painful drive in gridlock.

Stage Two: Anger.

I could NOT be stuck in this traffic when my sister and bro-in-law needed me! NO way, no how. I was not ready for this. The Masshole driving behavior we all know and love here in the Boston area began to make an appearance. Waze re-routed me off of the Mass Pike. I shifted over to the far right lane, and was stuck behind Mr. Cool wearing a suit in front of me. He was twiddling around on his phone, not paying attention and leaving huge gaps in between his very expensive car and the car in front of him. This allowed just about everyone to shift into the far right lane and move forward, while we sat unmoving behind them. “Really, dude?” I said aloud, to no one. I honked my horn once. No response. Still twiddling. “Helllllooooooooooo!!!” I shouted, still to no one. I looked left, and I looked right. There was no escape. Except there was the hard shoulder…I could see the exit. I threw caution to the wind and swerved around him, I honked (to ensure he would look up) and gave him the thumbs down sign as I passed by him. “DUDE, PAY ATTENTION!!” I yelled, gesturing wildly from behind my closed window (dude, it was cold out) and made several illegal maneuvers to get the hell outta there.

Stage Three: Bargaining.

As I swerved off the exit to the “short-cut” I was going to take, I mentally kicked myself. If only I had left sooner! I should have just LEFT early, as soon as I found out what rough shape they were in. I totally would have avoided this nightmare. There are grocery stores in CT, I didn’t NEED to stop and get ginger ale and broth on my way home, I could have waited. I should have just left without packing anything, my sister has clothes I can wear. If only, if only, if only…

Stage Four: Depression.

As I passed through the toll booth at the end of the exit. I stopped short. What?? What are all these cars doing here?? Do they all have the Waze app too? Maybe there is just some back-up getting onto the short-cut highway. After not moving and waiting through several rounds of lights, I finally turned onto the short-cut route and was immediately stopped behind another car. Gridlock traffic extended as far as the eye could see. Nooooooooooooooo, seriously?! This can’t be happening! It’s going to take forever!! I was already about three hours in at this point and still had 100 miles to go. A deep, dark, misty gloom hung over my head for the entire (first) hour I inched along the short-cut route.

Stage Five: Acceptance.

After a while, I realized that I could do absolutely nothing about this traffic and I just needed to buck up and get over it. I was still crawling along the short-cut route, and winding under the Mass Pike several times (which was still gridlock as well). I pulled off the road and stopped at Wendy’s to stretch my legs. Sigh. I just need to deal. Deep breaths (in, out, in, out). There is no turning back now. Only moving forward.

I finally made it, at around 8 pm. Once I saw my sister’s face, I knew that the nightmarish traffic was worth it – to put it mildly, she was not looking good. Sometimes, especially during the holidays, you just have to suck it up and do the not-so-fun, but extremely important thing – be there for those you love. We all got through it, and now it will be a funny story to look back on for years to come (uh, we are not at the point where it is funny yet, but relaying this to my mom over the phone during Stage 5 made her laugh pretty hard, so I thought I would share with all of you). Life is not always easy, pretty and tied up with a bow. Sometimes it blows big time, and there is gridlock traffic, and food poisoning, and road rage, and lots of swearing at inanimate objects in your car, but we get through it, we stick together and we help each other out through the bad parts. Then we can really enjoy the good ones when they come along. πŸ˜€

Happy Holidays folks!! It’s the first of December already, can you believe it?!

xo,

L

Breathe in, breathe out.

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Sometimes, it’s more important to go out there and live your life than sit at your computer and relay the details.

Go outside. Get fresh air. See people that you love. Eat delicious food. Enjoy the moment. Appreciate the little things. Spread love.

This weekend, I am challenging myself to do just that. I’m in Colorado, visiting family. As you know, I just spent a few days earlier this week for business here, and now I’m really looking forward to enjoying spending time with my loved ones (who I don’t get to see very often!). So I challenge you too to get out there and breathe in all the goodness and breathe out all the stress and frustration and whatever it is that is weighing you down. It’s not always easy, but it is important to stop and take a moment to realize all the great stuff (people, happiness, etc) you have around you (no matter how big or small it may seem) and appreciate it. We’ve heard it over and over: our lives are so full of day-to-day busy-ness that it is hard to see over our own self-inflicted blinders (or our smartphone screen) and just stop for a moment and take it all in. So let’s all do that, shall we? Even for just a minute.

Side note: One thing I am highly appreciative of today is the oxygen content in the air at sea level (aka Boston). It is HELLA rough to run out here, in the Mile High City, but I managed to pound out 5.5 miles, even though it seemed like cruel and unusual lung torture. Damn! I give major props to all the runners/bikers/athletes/active folks that live out here – whew! πŸ˜›

You will be happy to know that the regularly scheduled program will resume on Monday. πŸ˜€

I hope you all have beautiful, amazing and happy weekends.

With warmth,

L.