My Singin' Legs

So it's almost 6 years after the trip, but here is my Italian Invasion... Day 1 As the time drew closer to our departure, nerves from the anticipation began to frazzle.  We were about to take our first trip across an ocean to another world.  The morning began with coffee and mani/pedi’s at our favorite nail shop.  Talk about a great way to start any day.  Perhaps I should do that every morning.  Who wants to pay for that?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller?  Now, home to shower, clean up my place, make the bed and pack anything last minute needed.  Mom calls.  “Let me take you gals to lunch before you leave.”  Lunch at Jason’s Deli.  Abby and I are both in purple; unplanned.  Awesome.  We make it to the terminal, check bags, and have a surprise visit from dad who took time off work to see us off.  He’s the best!  Go daddy; you’re so awesome.  As Abby valiantly crosses through security without the bo...

I feel like I don't even know where to begin. I don't know how to tell this story. Mostly because when I tell this story I'm fully embracing that's it's over and I'm not sure if I can handle it. These last few weeks have been pretty awful, but in retrospect, the last year has been less than desirable. July 20th became the day that my relationship with Dave ended, however it feels like it ended a year ago. A year ago, Dave changed. He closed off, shut down, stopped talking, stopped caring about anything outside of himself. He stopped being the guy I fell in love with, my best friend. I didn't see it at first or maybe I did and I refused to acknowledge it. Guess I'll never know now. All I know is that it's over. The last two years of my life have ended and I lost my best friend in the process. The guy who knew all my faults and secrets and idiosyncrasies and pet peeves and favorites and passions. My heart is broken and there's this pain in my chest...

My life is about to take on a major change.  I will be returning to full-time studenthood and part-time employee in August of 2014.  All this in an effort to complete nursing school with honors, which is my goal and a damn good one!  Now, it's been close to 8+ years since I've gone to school full time and didn't have work as my focus.  The past 2 completed semesters have proven to myself that I can handle the class time, homework load, and general lack of social life associated with full-time school and I have the grades to prove it.  And this summer has been and will continue to be a challenge.  However, I feel as though this major change has been coming for a while.  I just needed to be in a place that I felt comfortable with who I am, what I want, and where my life is heading.  The time has come and I'm excited/nervous/scared/ready for it. Starting in the fall, I will be taking 5 classes for a total of 13 hours and (hopefully) working in a ho...

You read that right; I fell in love with my best friend and it's been a dream come true!  He was right there all along, just being my best friend and all the while he was in love with me and I was in love with him.  All the feelings I had that thought were inconsequential and just normal when a guy and a girl were best friends turned out to be love, real love.  I would have never guessed, but always hoped for in some way.  I said on some many occasions to so many people, "Dave and I would make the perfect couple, but..." and I would fill in the blank with any kind of excuse I could come up with on the spot.  Generally, it was not wanting to ruin the friendship we had, which turns out that was his excuse as well.  And then one day, a moment between best friends happens and a kiss completely changes your life! Here's what how it happened... First off, you need to understand how long Dave and I have been friends and all that we have endured together and st...

This is a legit question I've been asking myself and my gal pals for the last several months. Hell, probably the last several years. Where are the real men? You know the type: confident, but not cocky; chivalrous and polite with a sense of pride in themselves that mirrors how men used to be before our time. Men who would make it a point to speak (physically) to a woman he found attractive or interesting. Men who would pursue a woman he was interested in dating; ask them to dinner, send flowers, walk them to the door after a date, simply tell them they are interested. They seemed genuinely interested, intrigued, and made the efforts to reveal it. They would do their hair and dress nice in order to make an impression. They would show up with flowers or something along those lines on a date. A time when holding hands was a big deal; the first kiss was an experience worth waiting for; men learned about their women; men were interested in pleasing (and not sexually) their women emotiona...