Here comes the bride….

This past weekend, I was lucky enough to be able to stand in the wedding of one of my best friends. Words cannot even begin to describe how happy I am for these two people–Ashley has been my best friend since we were kids, playing Spice Girls in my backyard. And Shawn, her now husband, was introduced to our group in hilarious fashion over a game of Craninum many, many years ago. I love both of them to death, and I’m so happy for them and their happily ever after.

Now, because pictures are way better than words… here are just a few shots from the night before (and our girlie sleepover) and the big day.

The bride-to-be totally cool, calm, and collection the night before. Testing out her “honey-do” whistle.


Hanging out the night before. Lots of candy and conversation all around.



Doing Ashley’s nails… I wish I had remembered to take pictures of her nails.



Total concentration.

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We drove to Cali… and got drunk on the beach. Got a motel and Built a fort out of sheets.

This past weekend was my younger cousin Tony’s wedding in PEI. I’ve been excited for this wedding since last Summer, when we went over for my cousin Chris’ wedding and found another one was impending. So when the invitation came in February, I immediately asked the boyfriend if he–might–want to come with me. Naturally he said yes, and I’ve been so excited ever since. The last month I’ve been planning and planning, and then finally Friday night it was time to go.

Although things didn’t exactly go according to how they were planned, our first road trip together was just as much fun as I dreamed it would be. And he and my family (and trust me, there is A LOT of us) got along awesome. In fact, he’s already talking about us taking a trip together back there, just the two of us which just makes me so happy. And he finally realizes what I mean when I say that there is NOTHING like a White wedding.

And, naturally, I captured the event as best as I could.

Off work, and on the road!
Super excited face?
Nothing but road ahead of us.
Three hours, and two provinces later… almost to the bridge!
His first time in New Brunswick.
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Don’t wait too long to come home… my, how the years and our youth passed on. Don’t wait too long to come home… I will leave the front light on.

Hello 2013

(okay, so maybe I’m a little late on this post…. but oh well.)

It’s crazy to believe, but the whirlwind of a year that was 2012 is now over. And for me it certainly was full of ups and downs; of “i love you” and “goodbye”. It was the year I attempted to get my shit together, and fell all at the same time. But one thing I will love about 2012 was how I spent my Christmas holiday, and that was surrounded by the best of friends, old friends, and making new ones all at once.

Here’s the thing–I don’t do well with holidays, and I never have. But having my best friends back in town made everything absolutely perfect. In July, I had to say goodbye to the girls who have been by my side for as long as I can remember. The girls who supported me through everything that happened over the last three years. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive without them, and it’s been rough. My birthday being the worst. But having them back over the holidays made me realize no matter the distance, home truly is where the heart is. And that even time and distance will never erase what we’ve been through, and what we mean to each other.

Memories are nothing without the people you make them with. And these will keep me sane until we’re together again, however soon that it.












I can be the girl in your fantasy, wild and free… say that you let me. A playboy bunny is all you need for tonight.

Wow, I haven’t written since last year. Where the heck has my brain been?

Wouldn’t you like to know.

Truthfully, a lot has been going on behind the scenes lately, and as 2012 was ushered in (drunk, with close friends, in a very low key event), things were already happening. Anyone knows, I’m the queen of saying “this year, everything will be different” and then having horrible follow through. I spent 23 and a large part of 24 stuck in the same pattern of wanting change, but never really attempting it. But things actually are changing, and I’m letting go of my fear when it comes to that silly thing called life.

Of course, me being me, I don’t want to reveal too much yet–lest my plans be spoiled. But I can let you know that there may be some big changes coming my way, both professionally and personally. And the second it feels like the right moment to share, you know I’ll reveal all, spilling my secrets like I always have. But, if you’d like a clue… I can admit that maybe, just maybe, there may be a boy involved. Just maybe.

And, in the mean time, I thought I would share a couple pictures from my sister’s Playboy Bunny themed birthday party this past weekend.

Yo ho ho… and a bottle of rum.

As you can see, I haven’t exactly been updating a lot. It’s been over a month since I had anything to say, and even then it wasn’t much. The truth is, for all intensive purposes, life has just been… life lately. While I want to write–to update–there just hasn’t been anything stellar to inspire my words. And so my page has remained blank. For a while now I haven’t even sure where to take this blog, or what to write about. And with my birthday literally just around the corner, it’s struck me that maybe a twenty-five year old writing about her drunken adventures isn’t the most savvy life choice I could make.

However, in the time being–since I’m still twenty-four, a child, and not at all old–I figured I couldn’t do this update without pictures from my evening last night. Two words: pirate party. As of three o’clock yesterday afternoon, I wasn’t even sure if I was going. But after some convincing from some coworkers (and, my fucking fantastic manager) I literally was like “screw maturity” and pulled on what best passed for pirate garb from my closet. I can be old and boring and mature and responsible when I’m dead. And I did cab home instead of sticking around (sure, it was two in the morning….) Sometimes I think I should be doing something more… adult. But then I look at my parents, who are in there fifties, and just as slightly still drunk as I am this morning, and I know that growing up is totally overrated.

And with that, the pictures. Arrrrg mateys.

Some people call me the space cowboy… yeah. Some call me the gangster of love.

I don’t have much to say–let’s blame copious amounts of alcohol for that–but I do have a couple pictures from this weekend. I was in the mood for a little weekend madness and it was in every aspect of the word {good, bad, and epically awful}. What can you expect when you throw Cowboys and Indians into the mix?

It’s a great day for the shamrock… for the flags in full array. We’re feeling so inspirish… sure because for all the Irish… it’s a Great, Great, DAY!

Sadly, I could not locate my camera in time for yesterday’s shenanigans, so these shots are courtesy of my mother’s camera (and therefore a little tamer than last years party.) However, I did manage to pick up a disposable camera to capture the whole day//evening, and trust me I’ll be posting those eventually. Last night held what every party usually holds: silly drunken times, impromptu sing-a-longs, and the usual over dramatics. But never the less, a good time was had by all including my own parents who joined in on the celebrations (including my Dad who was… well… stumbling slightly by the end of the evening.)

Spring fever comes to everyone… spring fever, it’s time for fun. Get up, get out… spring is everywhere.

What is it about the middle of March that just makes you crave Spring (and Summer!) so much? The days are longer, and–sometimes–even warmer. It’s so close, almost close enough to touch, and yet… so far away. Just when you get one beautiful, fabulous I-can-wear-cute-dresses-and-only-one-pair-of-tights-whoooo day naturally the next day is cold, and dreary, rainy and gross. You have no idea… I literally dream of the cute floral dresses on I think part of me craves summer so much because I know it holds only the most amazing things; it’s been so long since I’ve planned for a summer, knowing there is nothing to dread. My world is just opening up, ready for the taking. And there are plans: road trips, camping and even a music festival on the horizon. My life is finally falling into place.

First up? St. Patrick’s Day. And if last year’s shenanigans are any indication, this year will once again be a complete party (and I’m beyond exciting, making sure that I took off not only that day but the day after.) Once again I’ll spend my entire day with my best friend, and her family, drinking green potion and rocking a green tutu. And hopefully I can find my camera between now and then, so I can capture the day properly. After that? Well, in general spring means a closet clean out, healthy eating, and what is that? This girl has a date? Yes, it’s true. I’m finally finding myself relaxing and letting myself get out there, whatever the hell “out there” means. And getting to know those cute boys I’ve closed myself off from. I’m not even sure what dating entails since I’ve never actually been on a real date in my 24 years, but I’m kind of excited. Now what will I wear…. (I’m sure there will be a fashion update just to gush.)

Maybe it’s the hair, but I suddenly feel all grown up.