tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64553483909198967482024-02-20T12:20:11.162-08:00E-nuf Said Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-73049875824197353152015-08-19T10:10:00.001-07:002015-08-19T10:29:15.101-07:00Two Days in Charleston SC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am a planner. I love making lists, highlighting, color coding, and checking things off. As you can imagine everyday list's are real thrill for me, but researching, planning, and creating multiple rough drafts of the perfect list for an upcoming trip? Well I imagine that's the kind of high cocaine addicts feel. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Too much?</span> So I had two days off, less than 48 hours, to figure out how to pack all of Charleston's goodness into one trip. Well, I am happy to report all my planning paid off and I officially want to move there. Particularly <a href="http://www.zillow.com/homes/188-wentworth-st-charleston-sc_rb/">here</a>. Because it's pink and perfect. Now if only some generous soul would provide that 1.3 mill......Anyway, I'll stop babbling about lists and cocaine now. You can find my trip guide below. Please let me know if you have any other Charleston suggestions in the comments! <br />
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*We left our current hometown at about 8:10 and arrived in Charleston at 12:30* <br />
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<b>Day One </b><br />
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<i><a href="http://hominygrill.com/">Hominy Grill</a> </i><br />
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Hominy Grill doesn't offer brunch reservations, but we decided to risk it based on all the good reviews. When we left our name we were pleasantly surprised to find an outdoor bar. So we grabbed ourselves a couple of mimosas and enjoyed the afternoon sun. It wasn't more than 30 minutes before we were seated, and considering the crowd, another pleasant surprise. Simple and southern. That is the condensed version of how I would describe the Hominy Grill's atmosphere. Vince ordered the shrimp and grits, and I ordered pumpkin gingerbread with a Charleston nasty biscuit. Our server was awesome and brought out some possibly even more awesome biscuits while we waited. Overall the food was delicious and hit the spot. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">After brunch we hoped right into our car and drove over to King Street. It was pretty crowded due to the tax-free weekend, but still enjoyable. We walked probably a mile down and back. We didn't get to see every shop King Street had to offer, but if your wallet is burning a whole in your pocket, this is the place for you. </span></span><br />
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<i>Historic Charleston City Market</i><br />
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The perfect place to pick up a quick survivor. A little while ago I started a tradition of picking up a painting wherever I traveled. I don't actually have a wall yet to display all my lovely painting on, but you know technicalities. *We drove here as well. I map-quested everything out while planning, and we easily could have walked here, but because we were short on time driving was our friend. If you are not short on time I 100% recommend walking. <br />
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<i>Waterfront Park</i><br />
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After picking up my painting we took a quick stroll over to Waterfront Park. There was a cruise ship docked so not as peaceful as I imagine it typically is, but still nice. There were a few water fountains where kids were cooling off, and plenty of benches for people to sit down and enjoy the view. <br />
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<i>The Pink House</i> <br />
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We hopped back into our car and drove over to this beauty. It's one of Charleston's oldest buildings. I just loved the feel of this entire street.<br />
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<i>Rainbow Row</i><br />
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Another short little drive and we found ourselves on Rainbow Row. Simply pretty to look at.<br />
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<a href="http://www.thetownandcountryinn.com/"><i>Town & Country Inn and Suites </i></a><br />
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We then drove and checked into our hotel. I purposefully planned out this time to shower and get pretty for dinner. Charleston in the summer = sweaty. We stayed at the Town & Country Inn and Suites. It was about a 15 minute drive from downtown. I wa<span style="font-size: small;">s presently surprised by how nice the rooms were. Another good reminder to never judge a book by it's cover. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">*There are so many perfect inns to stay at in downtown, but unfortunately for us most inns require a minimum night stay of at least two and are a little more on the pricey side. </span></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.poogansporch.com/"><i>Poogans Porch</i></a><br />
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If you can, make a reservation and request to sit outside. I was good on the reservation part, but failed on the outside. The inside though was still beautifully decorated. We started with Mac & Cheese. Honestly, we could have ended with the Mac & Cheese too. It was that insanely good. Vince decided on shellfish and grits as his main meal, while I enjoyed something off the specials menu. For the life of me I can't remember what I got, but again, nothing but goodness. We ended the night with a strawberry shortcake biscuit. It wasn't as sweet as your typical shortcake, but I still enjoyed it. <br />
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<b>Day Two</b> <br />
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<i>Check out of the hotel</i><br />
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<i> </i>A short but pleasant stay. <i> </i><br />
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<a href="http://www.huskrestaurant.com/"><i>Husk</i></a><br />
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We made brunch reservations at Husk. Another highly recommended Charleston foodie joint. I made the mistake of not requesting to sit outside again, but fortunately for me I'm dating someone who isn't irrationally terrified at the thought of making someone's day a little harder. Our waiter had to double check, but after a few minutes he came back and seated us outside. Husk does not have a set brunch menu, which I found kind of special. We started the meal with an order of pimento cheese <i>“fritters,” </i>with<i> </i>crispy country ham, and pickled peppers mayo<i>. </i>An A+. For my main meal I ordered wood fired pancakes, with plum syrup, whipped sorghum butter, and honey. Very tasty and huge. And predictable Vince enjoyed an order of shrimp and grits. *If it had been later in the afternoon I would have for sure tried the burger. I've read nothing but good things about it. <i></i><br />
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<i>The Battery</i><br />
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Because we had the time we decided to walk to the Battery, and I am so glad we did. So many charming drool worthy houses a long the way. The Battery itself is just insane, in a good way of course. Those house are some kind of ginormous. <i> </i><br />
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<i>Angel Oak Park</i><br />
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About a 20 minute drive from downtown, but in my opinion worth it. On Sunday's it doesn't open until 1. We arrived about 1:30 and it was already crowded. The tree itself is incredible.<br />
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<a href="http://www.boxcarbetty.com/"><i>Boxcar Betty's</i></a><br />
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It was about that time again where we felt the urge to stuff our faces. We decided to go to our trusty friend Yelp this time, and like usual, Yelp did not disappoint. Boxcar Betty's is quick, but delicious. Based on how fast Vince ate everything, I'm pretty certain this was his favorite meal. <br />
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After lunch we waddled to the car for our last stop. Cypress Gardens is about a 30 minute drive, but again 100% worth it. It's hard to say what my favorite part of Charleston was, but this was for sure at the top of that list. Honestly no picture will do it justice, so my recommendation: just go! This was the only activity that cost us money. With a military discount it was $18 for the both of us. That allowed us to stroll the gardens and take a boat out. A little tip: Get there before 4 if you want to take a boat out. We were kicked out of the gardens at 5pm and from there headed home.<br />
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And that my friends is how you do Charleston in less than 48 hours.<br />
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I asked on <a href="https://instagram.com/elise.cooper/">Instagram</a>, but I'll go ahead and ask here too: I am looking at investing in a new camera. Something high quality, that travels nicely. If you have any recommendations or tips, I am all ears!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-81355954346800680222015-07-29T15:29:00.000-07:002015-07-29T15:30:14.844-07:00That Wrok and Travel Flow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well it is official, I am a workin' gal. Now I've worked before, but this is the big leagues. Like -went to Raleigh for training, got certified in a few different things, shadowed other employees- kind of serious big leagues. And it's all thanks to finally getting that degree that caused me years and year of headaches, late nights, and a few tears. But we're not going to think about that, only happy thoughts today. <br />
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Now, because I work for an organization that's opened 24 hours, 365 days of the year, my schedule isn't a normal 9-5 M-F deal. But because of this, I have already started to be more intentional with my time off. <br />
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In the next 6 months I am planning on traveling to: Charleston, Myrtle Beach, Tampa, New York, and......<br />
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Everyone spends their hard earned dollars and time on different things. Over these last few years traveling has become so important to me, and while I'm still unwed, with 0 kidos, I've decided to make it a priority.<br />
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If you have any tips/advice on things to see and do in any of the places I'm headed please let me know. Also, if you have any tips/advice on how to snag cheap flights, you'll probably be my new best friend.<br />
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And now I'm off to make cheapo spaghetti while day-dreaming about Paris. <br />
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<i>Au Revoir</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-90600923209839916102015-07-17T16:01:00.002-07:002015-07-17T16:03:36.310-07:00Instagram Roundup <br />
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On July 1st I joined in on my first instagram challenge</div>
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<i>Disclaimer - I started using birth control about 5 months ago. I made a visit to my dermatologist, completely fed-up with my poor excuse for skin and she prescribed Ortho Tri-Cyclen in the hopes that it would calm it the heck down. No idea if it actually worked on my skin, but it has certainly given me the added bonus of this little known as PMS. </i><br />
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There we were, sitting on the couch, partially watching, but also enjoying, Channing Tatum's sweet dance moves and the ridiculousness of Matthew Mcconaughey, when suddenly I was overcome with this need to do something. Vince has been working some pretty crazy hours - like 12 hours a day, 6 days a week kind of crazy - so when Saturday night rolled around he understandably wanted to stay at home, relax, and go to bed early.<br />
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Understandably.<br />
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To a sane person. <br />
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I started whining.<br />
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"Lets do something."<br />
"Entertain me."<br />
"I'm so bored." <br />
"Why don't you love me?!"<br />
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I had no idea what I actually wanted to do. It was 10:30 PM in North Carolina - there wasn't anything <i>to</i> <i>do</i>. I had no suggestions, but fully expected Vince to accommodate my boredom. And when he couldn't?<br />
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The first stage is pretending like everything is dandy, but the key is to not act like everything is dandy. Aka being as passive aggressive as possible. <br />
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The second stage is the silent treatment. I'm really good at this.<br />
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The third stage is anger. You can get creative here. <br />
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The final stage?<br />
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Crying uncontrollably for absolutely no reason. <br />
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Poor Vince. He did his best to console me/sedate me with a nice back scratch and the reassurance he still loved me. Naturally, I didn't believe him, and instead went to bed a snotty mess convinced life was just going to be crappy from then on. <br />
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The next day I woke-up in a fog. The full on crazy train that occurred the night before slowly started coming back to me. I headed over to Vince's to sheepishly apologize and thank him for being the best-most-sane-boyfriend there ever was. He graciously forgave me (because he's one of those sane understanding people) and all was right in the world.<br />
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.....Until next month. <br />
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officially been a North Carolina resident for a month now, but
until this last weekend I really hadn't explored much. Too be fare,
where I live there really isn't anywhere to explore<i>, but </i>there is
a lovely little town just over an hour away that I was wanting to check
out. Lucky for me that happened to be where Vince's parents were
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On the first day the weather wasn't cooperating so we all decided to
spend the day exploring downtown Wilmington instead of
hitting up the beach. Our first stop was food of course. We hit up Chops
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After grabbing a bite we hit the streets. We found an antique shop with a
crazy amount of collections, an adorable boutique that I resisted
spending any money at, even more adorable houses that caused me to go weak at the knees, a smanzy sporting good store, and several tattoo shops. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(No branding, just browsing occurred)</span>. After all the walking we indulged in a little bit of ice cream from Kilwins and then wondered over to the USS North Carolina Battleship.<br />
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The Battleship was a huge, hot, maze. As soon as we went below deck I knew I would never make it in the navy. Ever heard of this little thing called claustrophobia? No sir. <br />
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That night we decided leaving the hotel for dinner just wasn't in the cards, so he hit up the hotel restaurant instead where I discovered a new found love of blueberry mojito's *insert heart-eyes emoji here. Unfortunately I didn't actually order this drink, I just took a sip of someone else, but next time it's happening. <br />
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On day two, also known as 4th of July, we hit up the beach and did
beach things, hit up the pool and did pool things, watched some pretty
fantastic fireworks, and then indulged in a little more ice cream <span style="font-size: x-small;">(because vacation calories don't count)</span>. 4th of July hasn't always been my favorite holiday, mainly because of the crowds and inevitable traffic, so having such a low-key day was absolutely perfect to me. <br />
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We're starting our holiday weekend a little early this week. I hope you all have a ball celebrating our independence! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-78852228597903874592015-07-02T05:00:00.000-07:002015-07-02T05:00:03.424-07:00Currently in July<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #999999;">I guess I started really thinking about marriage when I was about 19 years old. I can remember sitting in my dorm room with my best friend and planning our dream weddings. <b><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Pintrest is dangerous)</span></b>. She wanted a more white church/country wedding, while I envisioned a winter wonderland. So when I started telling others about my move to Rwanda the question, "do you want to get married?" kind of threw me.</span><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="color: #999999;"> I was 21 years old, a
single christian woman, and taking a year off to serve. In most christian circles I was what's considered in my "prime" to meet my
future husband, so leaving the country for a year seemed a bit crazy to
some. </span></span><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="color: #999999;">Their concerns were genuine and their hearts in the right place, but I knew God was calling me to serve, and I decided right then not make assumptions about my future or God's plans for me, but to follow blindly and faithfully in obedience wherever and whenever He called. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="color: #999999;">So four months later w</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">hen I moved to Rwanda I moved with the assumption I would remain single, and honestly, I was more than OK with that. In fact, I took advantage of it. I grew closer
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I had crazy adventures, I struggled, I figured things out, I grew up,
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wonderful and hard. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Taking that time to work on myself, to make Christ the true center of my life, and figure out
what I wanted made everything almost easier when it came time to start dating again. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">I knew I wanted to date with intention from then on. I sat down and wrote out a list of characteristics I wanted my future
husband to have. While I knew what I wanted I kind of didn't believe he
actually existed. I thought that I would have to settle and let
some things slide. I believed for a more than a split second and on
several different occasions that my expectations were unrealistic. I didn't know when or even <i>if</i> I would meet him, but</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> I also knew this "list man" was what I desired.</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">And
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Vince was my "list man." I started talking to him <i>because</i> of Rwanda. <span style="font-family: inherit;">We</span> had the opportunity to really build a special foundation being 1000's of miles apart. Vince had the <span style="font-family: inherit;">opportunity</span> to travel to Nigeria and have his own kind of wonderful hard experience<span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">A</span>nd then, after nearly a year and half of cyber talking, God brought us together. I don't doubt for a second Vince and I would not be where we are today had I not been <span style="font-family: inherit;">obedient</span> and moved to Rwanda. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">In such a short amount of time I went on my first missions trip, chopped my hair off,
got pied in the face, lead my first bible study, and was a youth leader. went skydiving, bungee jumping, white water rafting, and on a safari.
I traveled to Rwanda, Ethiopia, Uganda, and Kenya. I moved to another
continent, became a pseudo mom to <span style="font-family: inherit;">my sweet</span> boy in orphanage, started a business, and met the man of my dreams. That time was filled
with more growth, hardships, tears, joy, love, and fulfillment th<span style="font-family: inherit;">a</span>n I
ever thought possible. I really felt like I lived life. And not because
of all the things I got to do, but because I followed God with
my whole heart. I thank God for <i>His</i> plans and for all the ups, and downs obedience to His will has brought<span style="font-family: inherit;">. </span> I would not change <span style="font-family: inherit;">a single thing. </span> </span></span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-52969144447952870132015-06-30T06:04:00.000-07:002015-06-30T06:04:39.467-07:0023 Life Lessons from Gilmore Girls Season 1The other week I was lucky enough to stumble upon the <a href="http://www.ew.com/article/2015/06/08/watch-gilmore-girls-atx-festival-reunion-panel">Gilmore Girls Reunion Panel </a>and then weirdly enough felt the sudden need to watch the whole series again. So I did.<br />
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*Season 2 life lessons coming soon Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-84778255804689786712015-06-29T09:20:00.003-07:002015-06-29T09:20:40.391-07:00The Ultimate Showdown <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_eHMvqC-akfzoudyRsf4gUzcHpEbo_ajmFsjpME7uM0vP1bHaJ5YxzHmgR6RltHxskmJOpHhuh7NPKVV5-7nk3m2sd53xpCn8ZsSUzR18cf6ZLDMjBXf-JDMxTy2pK3kZqjyHy170tY/s1600/WAY.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_eHMvqC-akfzoudyRsf4gUzcHpEbo_ajmFsjpME7uM0vP1bHaJ5YxzHmgR6RltHxskmJOpHhuh7NPKVV5-7nk3m2sd53xpCn8ZsSUzR18cf6ZLDMjBXf-JDMxTy2pK3kZqjyHy170tY/s640/WAY.png" width="640" /></a> There's no doubt chocolate chip cookies are my love language. It can be
in ice cream form, sandwich form, pie form, but the very best form will
always be an actual cookie straight out of the oven. I'm super proud of
the fact that I can make these just out of the oven cookies from
scratch. I know it isn't rocket science, but I have been told my
particular cookies could have won the blue ribbon at the Frederick Fair.
So yeah, they're kind of a big deal. <i>BUT </i>sometimes the cookie
need is so strong that I don't have time to mix all the ingredients.
This is also known as lazingitis. So a few days ago the need was strong and I was "under the weather" so off the grocery store I went. That's when I was faced with the difficult decision: Nestle Toll House or Pillsbury? I
wanted the very best obviously, but I didn't actually know which one
that was. What's a cookieholic to do? Well I thought the only fair thing
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<b>Elise</b>: Nestle Toll House by a landslide. Nestle is more
traditional with that perfect bitter-sweet-grandma taste. Bonus: They
only take 10 minutes and came out perfectly. Pillsbury was much sweeter
which is not my cup of tea and also took significantly longer to bake,
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-79801855685865482382015-06-22T13:30:00.003-07:002015-06-22T14:25:01.965-07:00Mom Goggles A while back I was graciously invited to move in with friends that I have known since high school. I was a little hesitant at first because I'm a package deal, so where ever I go Scout goes. My friends also have a package deal that responds to the name Gideon. He's a whole lot younger and whole lot more energetic than Scout, so when we started talking about me moving in we obviously had to discuss how Scout and Gideon would get along. <br />
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Urban dictionary defines "mom goggles" as: like <a data-hasqtip="0" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=beer+goggles">beer goggles</a>,
mom goggles cloud the wearer's vision making their child look
absolutely perfect in their eyes. Works with looks, intelligence and
skills.<br />
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I started raving about my precious angle baby: "He hasn't had an accident in doors in years." "He's so calm." "He gets along with all dogs." "He never barks." "He mainly sleeps so he's incredibly low maintenance." On and on I went 100% confident that Scout would be no problem.<br />
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First 5 minutes: Pees on a plant in the living room<br />
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First hour: Attacks Gideon<br />
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First three days: Attacks Gideon two more times and growls multiple times<br />
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Luckily it was just a fluke, an adjustment period, he was sleepy, he was in a new environment, he was nervous and scared. He's back to being my perfect angle baby.<br />
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Ok, so maybe my mom goggles never came off, but can you blame, I mean just look at that face<br />
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*Scout and Gideon are thankfully friends/tolerate on another now. Scout even allows him to drink out of his water bowl at the same time. nbdAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-83840008479677834982015-06-12T08:48:00.003-07:002015-06-12T08:50:27.655-07:00I wish teleporters were realKind of chose the worst time to re-enter the blogging world didn't I? <b>But</b> I have officially driven from Texas to Pensacola where I watched the boy graduate and realized the boy doesn't know how to pack, to South Carolina where my hatred for driving in the rain only grew deeper and I slept like a baby on a recliner, to North Carolina where I realized I had mom goggles on when it came to Scout, to Missouri where I got to introduce the boy to crazy Holst clan for the first time, back to North Carolina where I had my very first interview at my dream job and decided to be a hermit for a few days to recuperate. I'm exhausted just typing that all out. Sooo, I'm going to take this weekend to bond with my bed a bit more and then I'll be back at it on Monday. Have a great weekend! <br />
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And me and this old man are off! If you're interested in following along on our roadtrip adventure you can do so <a href="https://instagram.com/elise.cooper/">here</a> on instagram. Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend! <br />
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Ok, let's just get some disclaimers out of the way. I am in no way a beauty blogger. I didn't start wearing mascara until college. I don't know how to apply eye liner. Eye lash curlers freak me out. And chapstick is my go to in the lip department. <b>But</b> I have had the pleasure recently in dealing with some lovely hormonal acne that has caused me to try out quite a bit of different foundations in an effort to cover those suckers up. So from a fellow make-up dummy to another here are my honest reviews....<br />
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<a href="http://www.sephora.com/amazonian-clay-12-hour-full-coverage-foundation-spf-15-P302918?skuId=1393370&om_mmc=ppc-GG&mkwid=24s2wFHB&pcrid=49113168159&pdv=c&site=us_search&country_switch=us&lang=en&gclid=CjwKEAjw-ZqrBRDt_KjhjcbzhhISJAAlRGvllQlAzyVIGZe7pWO3Ju_OA1YsVUzH_OpOlx8cNwr4ORoCmBvw_wcB"><b>Tarte Amazonian Clay 12-Hour Full Coverage Foundation</b></a><br />
I have bought this foundation on two separate occasions. It is clay so it comes out a little thicker, but it is in no way shape or form "heavy". It overs medium coverage, not full. If you are looking for a more natural foundation look, but still wanting to cover up some imperfections I would highly recommend it. My only complaint is I noticed during the warmer days it would start to sweat off a bit, even after using finishing powder. I would buy it a third time, but would only use it during the fall/winter when sweating profusely is less of a possibility. <br />
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<b><a href="http://www.sephora.com/double-wear-stay-in-place-makeup-P378284?skuId=1465327&icid2=_P378284_link">Estee Lauder Double Wear Stay-in-Place Make-up </a></b><br />
I have also bought this foundation on two separate occasions. I specifically bought this foundation because so many reviewers said it offered actual full coverage. This was when my acne was the absolute worst. I was feeling insecure and wanted a foundation that would hide as many of my blemishes/hyperpigmentation spots as possible. Well, this bad boy certainly did that. It is 100% full coverage, especially when applied with a foundation brush or beauty blender. It never made my skin feel oily and I didn't break out from the heaviness. It did just what I wanted during that time, however now that my face has calmed down I would not purchase this again. When my face is happy I prefer a more natural looking foundation and dewy over matte. I would consider trying the "<a href="http://www.sephora.com/double-wear-light-stay-in-place-makeup-spf-10-P378286?skuId=1465053&icid2=similar%20products_P378286_link">light</a>"though. <br />
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<a href="http://www.sephora.com/cocoa-powder-foundation-P387591?skuId=1625987"><b>Too Faced Cocoa Powder Foundation </b></a><br />
Let me just start with the obvious: this foundation smells like straight up heaven. Do you remember lip smackers? And how it was hard to resist licking them because they just smelt so darn good and real? Same thing with this. So besides the smell, it goes on and stays on nicely, however I don't feel like it gives much coverage at all. I've only purchased it once, a year ago, and still have a good amount left if that tells you anything. Overall, not horrible, but nothing to write home about. <br />
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This is a recent purchase but I'm <i>loving</i> it so far. It's a creamy foundation, so not too thick, not too light. Oil-free is always a plus in my book. When I was at the store a consultant told me this brand was previously only available to dermatologist. Not sure if that's true or not, but she sounded pretty convincing, and with all the C & E vitamins and non of the parbens or sulfates I decided to believe her. After putting it on my skin looks dewy and naturally covered with is exactly what I want during these hot summer months. I would suggest wearing finishing powder with the foundtion though otherwise you might get a little too "dewy" aka oily.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.sephora.com/complexion-rescue-tinted-hydrating-gel-cream-P393356?skuId=1687912">bareMINERALS Complexion Rescue Tinted Hydrating Gel Cream </a></b><br />
Another recent purchase and another love. I bought this with the pool and beach specifically in mind. I still have some redness that I'm not comfortably with, but I don't want to be one of those girls that get's all dolled up only to sweat/swim it all off, so this is the perfect compromise. Plus SPF 30. This stuff goes on crazy soft. It doesn't look like I'm wearing anything but evens out my skin tone enough where I feel confident. On occasion I have put this underneath my COVER FX and its a great combo when I need just a little extra coverage. <br />
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<b><a href="http://www.micabeauty.com/mineral-foundation-powder.html">MICA Mineral Foundation Powder</a></b><br />
Last, and yes least. You know those cart people in the mall that you would walk into a glass door to avoid making eye contact with? Well I'm ashamed to say not only did one of them manage to drag me over to their booth, but she also managed to convince to buy this despit the fact that I didn't have a lot of money and really didn't need another foundation. People pleaser much? The foundation itself is not terrible, but it's also not worth the price. I have only used it on 3 occasions when I really didn't care about my appearance. It doesn't go on smoothy and it does clump in certain areas. Coverage wise I would say somewhere between sheer and medium. Now, I really have not used the right brush to apply this foundation so take this particular review with a grain of salt. But really 64 dollars?!<br />
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I come from a military family so a love for travel has been imbedded into my DNA. My moving timeline looks a little like this: Florida, New York, Texas, Maryland, Japan, Maryland, Indiana, Virgina, Maryland, Rwanda, Maryland, Texas, and now I am off to North Carolina. The majority of my moves were with family, a few for school, and one I knew was only for a year. This is the first time I am moving by myself with no expectations to live with my parents again, and with that comes a lot of different emotions. I am a little nervous. This is completely new territory for me. I am a little overwhelmed. Graduation, starting my first big girl job, moving out of my parents house to a new city almost 15000 miles away. That's a lot all at once. But I am also excited. I love being independent and figuring things out on my
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-80297596282350106712015-05-22T17:47:00.000-07:002015-05-24T21:33:11.093-07:00Another change <style>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">So now that I’m actually
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appearance wise and name wise. I am and will always be impacted by my time
spent in Rwanda, but God has me on a new and just as exciting path right now,
and I want my blog to reflect that. So this little blog of mine will go from
Forever Changed (coop4cause.blogspot.com) to E-nuf Said (e-nufsaid.blogspot.com). I'll continue blogging about everyday life, travel, and what God is doing, but I'm also going to start blogging about <u><i>trying</i></u> recipes lord help me, switching to more natural living, DIY projects, and whatever else I feel like in the moment. So basically we're going to be all over the place and I'm excited. I hope you continue to follow along! </span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-79810008863640517412015-05-21T16:00:00.001-07:002015-05-21T16:12:14.811-07:00The business of growing up So clearly I have gotten lazy about writing. Part because I felt I had nothing to write about and part because I would rather binge watch Netflix <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I watched the first 3 season of scandal in 3 days. Judge hard. </i></span><br />
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So besides wasting away my life watching Olivia and Fitz go back and forth what have I been up to? Well, I started and finished an internship at a homeless shelter, graduated <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>finally</i></span> with a degree in psychology, started job searching, and started gearing up for my move to North Carolina.<br />
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I'm excited to finally put on my big girl panties, move out of my parents house, and start working, but I'm also a little nervous. It's weird to think at 8 years old the idea of 24 seems so mature and put together but the reality is I still have to look at the void check as an example before writing a new one, I still feel like I'm doing something wrong when I order an adult beverage, I still wait before I'm out of underwear before deciding doing laundry is a good idea, and I still get pimples <i>probably the biggest let down</i>. So maybe when I'm 30? But probably not. Growing up is weird, beautiful, and never ending after all. And just because I feel her pain... <br />
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Happy Thursday! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-51632144769415162962014-12-29T19:48:00.000-08:002014-12-29T19:48:46.273-08:00Three years later <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-88030637170906185482014-08-14T14:38:00.001-07:002014-08-14T14:43:38.884-07:00Our Story: Part 3<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;">Took a little break there didn't I? Life got a smidgen hectic for a real quick minute and if I have the time (aka I don't feel like watching Netflix) maybe I'll write about it, but first, because Vince sent me flowers and I'm feeling extra mushy and loved I'm going to write part 3 of our story. If you missed part 1 you can read it <a href="http://coop4cause.blogspot.com/2014/07/our-story-part-1.html">here</a>, and for part two click <a href="http://coop4cause.blogspot.com/2014/07/our-story-part-two.html">here</a>. Now, onto the good stuff.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">After dropping Vince off at his hotel I obviously rushed to my best friends to tell her all about it. Because we're girls, and that's just what you're supposed to do. We had been talking about him for awhile so to actually have some new information to obsess about was like finding a pot of gold and the end of a rainbow with a unicorn. I was happy as a clam to chat away and over analyze little details. We even devised a plan. You see, at the rehearsal dinner Vince just happened to mention more than once that he was going to be stuck at the airport for something like 8 hours before his flight actually left. Being the little analyzers that we are we figured out that this was a secrete code that meant he wanted me to ask him hang out for the day (obviously). So our plan was pretty simple and straight forward, but to someone like me also terrifying. Still, I decided if he mentioned it again then I would be brave and do something I have never done before and ask a good lookin' guy to spend the day with me. *It should be noted that I later found out that that was actually Vince's plan. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">All geared and prettied up I headed to the wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony and reception celebrating two people becoming one. I was and still am honored they asked me to be a part of their day. The only bad thing about the reception? It required me to dance. In front of my family and really close friends I'm a spazz monkey. At my cousins wedding last summer my mom told me I looked like I was doing a jazzercise video. But in front of a majority of strangers? Forget about it. I'm as awkward and shy as can be. I did actually go into the bathroom at one point to avoid a group dance. I told you, I'm weird. I think I danced a total of three times. All three times I was forced. The first time a groomsmen asked me to dance. The second time was another group dance. The third time,the last slow song, on my way to sign the guest book, Vince asked my to dance. I am still slightly upset that I can't remember the name of the song, and I have no idea what we talked about, but I know I had to talk myself into breathing the whole time because the excitement was almost too much. And that wasn't even the best part. No, no, the best part of the reception was when Vince mentioned <i>again </i>that he would just be hanging out at the airport. The plan. It. Was. Happening. I took a deep breath and told him, if it wouldn't be weird, and he would want to, because he doesn't have to if he likes hanging out in airports, but if he doesn't, I could spend the day with him and drop him off at the airport at a more reasonable time. Sucker fell for the plan, hook line and sinker and said yes. Maybe five minutes later Stephanie came up to me and said she had heard I was going on a date with Vince. 1. I didn't think it was a date, but I'll take it 2. Those Marines are little gossips. That night I got a dance, a number, a "date", and a hug. What can I say, I got game. </span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-38670118418775808302014-07-25T11:01:00.000-07:002014-07-25T11:46:05.350-07:00Our Story: Part Two <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">When you’re in a third world country for a year you kind of
just have to assume you’re going to continue to be single, and honestly, I was
more than ok with that. In fact, I took advantage of it. I grew closer to God,
I had crazy adventures, I struggled, I figured things out, I grew up, and it was all kinds of
wonderful and hard. Taking that time to work on myself and figure out what I wanted made everything almost easier when it came to my future man candy. Which just happens to be the name of the word document that I created in Rwanda after listening to a podcast sermon on relationships. I sat down and wrote out a list of characteristics I wanted my future husband to have. While I knew what I wanted I kind of didn't believe he actually existed. I thought that I would have to settle and let somethings slide. I believed for a more than a split second and on several different occasions that my expectations were unrealistic. But then I started talking to Vince. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">In late April, early May of 2012, right before I left for Rwanda, my high school sweetheart friends came by to say goodbye. I'm pretty certain I was wearing hair curlers and looking ridiculous but that parts a little fuzzy. Anyway, we got to chatting when Stephanie told her soon-to-be-husband, Moises,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(this is me ad-libbing of course)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">, "Hey, you know who she should meet. Vince." "Oh yeah, he's obsessed with Africa, won't shut-up about it." That's basically all that was said on the subject matter, but naturally my nosey curiosity built-up and a little Facebook stalking was necessary. Now here's the thing, I was in the middle of taking finals, and getting ready to say goodbye to my family and friends for a year, and move to a third-world country. Clearly I was in no state to be making any kind of rational decisions concerning boys. And this is why after my Facebook stalking I wasn't all that interested. Mind you, not disinterested, but not interested enough to turn full on crazy. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Then one night in August I got a Facebook message from none other than the Africa loving boy. He introduced himself, talked about how he wanted to do missions work in Africa, and then asked me a couple of questions about what it was I was doing and how I got involved in it. Now, I can be pretty oblivious and naive at times. If a boy is talking to me my first instinct is not, "Oh, he's trying to get with this." Nada, it's always, "He's just being nice. He wants to be friends." When Vince messaged me I genuinely thought he only cared about learning more about Africa. Later, like over a year later, I found out three specific things. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">1. Moises had been talking me up to Vince since the end his Junior year. It was the beginning of Vince's senior year when he started messaging me. </span><br />
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I did it! I survived my longest alone driving journey two days ago. I woke up bright and early, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(which for me means 620)</span> packed my car, and was on the road by 730 with my trusty copilot, and necessary companion. I managed to make it to Nashville by 5 and spent the next four hours eating deliciously tart ice cream before dinner, walking around and drooling over perfectly quaint homes, eating a cheeseburger with not one, not two, but three different cheeses, and tatter-tots that knocked my socks off. So basically Nashville=food baby. But best off all I got to catch up with <a href="http://tarajill.blogspot.com/">Tara</a>. We talked jobs, school, boys, Rwanda, <a href="http://www.no41.org/">No.41</a>, <a href="http://hisimbaraga.com/">His Imbaraga</a>, and just life in general. I don't really consider myself a chatty cathy but in this instance I most def was. It had been over a year since we'd seen each other so I allowed it. After that quick four hour stop I hopped back into my car and drove another three hours, making my total traveling time seventeen hours. I don't know about you, but I'm seriously impressed with myself. Maybe I should look into the truck driving business. But until then, I am cozzied up at my grandparents enjoying a queen sized bed all to myself, and doing absolutely nothing for the next few days before I have to pack up my car again. And since I've got no plans besides doing nothing I might just start righting my lovey dovey story. I don't know about you, but those are my favorite posts to stalk so I'm super pumped to be writing my own now. If "how-we-met-and-feel-in-love" posts are your fav too be on the look out, and if they aren't.....well, I guess we just can't be friends....kidding....maybe.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-40798970994077336892014-07-14T15:03:00.001-07:002014-07-14T15:03:21.272-07:00Dont mess with...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Not sure if you caught it in my last <a href="http://coop4cause.blogspot.com/2014/07/eight-whole-months-later.html">"catch-up" post</a>, but my dad officially retired from the Air Force. Which means they no longer tell us where we're going to live. Which means we be movin'. I have basically been a hobo for the last two months, beeboppin' between friends homes, but tomorrow I start my 17 day journey down to the great state of Texas. While my two month adventure has been a blast, I am extremely excited to sleep in my own bed, see my puppy, and not drive anywhere for at least a month. I will be able to blog at my 4 different pitstops along the way, but if you're just going to miss me too dang much, and want to keep up with my inevitably exciting road trip, you can always follow me on instagram: thecoopstanater But if you're a patient little bird than just do your thing.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11356817973804858695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455348390919896748.post-5970440674051476402014-07-10T16:09:00.000-07:002014-07-10T16:15:00.934-07:00Eight whole months later...Whew, for a second there I thought I had gone a whole year without blogging, but nope just 8 months, so we're good. Now I'm not going to say I'm back but I will say I would like to get back into the swing of this whole sharing personal details of my life to randos on the internet. I really did miss writing, but I also enjoyed the break.<br />
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3. I crashed someone else's family trip and went to NYC.<br />
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4. I made a bet with a friend that I would be dating my "fake boyfriend"/"cyber boyfriend" from Rwanda by December. I was super confident. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(He's asian so excuse the poor english) </span><br />
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5. My sister drove up from Virgina so I wouldn't have to be ubber pathetic and have Thanksgiving alone. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(It was still kind of pathetic...clearly.) </span><br />
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6. I sawed down a Christmas tree all by myself and then proceeded to eat pine needles as punishment.<br />
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9. And we went on a cruise to the Bahamas, St. Thomas and St. Maarten to celebrate.<br />
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10. During which I got really really burnt. </div>
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11. I went to the Cherry Blossom Festival in D.C.<br />
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12. Scout and I turned another year older.<br />
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13. I went to Florida to meet the real boyfriends family. We rode a motorcycle to Marco Island, went to a Marlins game, and I tried octopus. Only my calves got burnt. Progress.<br />
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14. Real life boyfriend graduated from TBS.<br />
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15. Oh, and real life boyfriend became real life fiance`.<br />
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My OCD is telling me to stop at 15 so thats all ya get for now. See you in another 8 months?<br />
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