Day 15- put your iPod on shuffle... the first ten songs.
1-Firework- Katy Perry
2-Where are you Going- DMB
3-My Immortal- Evanescence
4-Daughters- John Mayer
5-Love Song- 311
6-Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol
7-Rolling in the Deep- Adele
8-Do Your Feet Hurt- MxPx
9-Low- Flo Rida
10-On the Floor- Jennifer Lopez
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Day 14
Day 14- a picture of you with your family.
Here's a picture of my dads side of the family. This was taken at my cousin Anthony's wedding. As many of you know I come from a big, traditional, Italian family. We're kind of like the family in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" only we're Italian instead of Greek. What you're looking at in this picture is "Colelli shot time" I love Virginia Beach but I miss my family back home more then they'll ever know.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Day 13
Day 13: A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.
Confession... I've been avoiding this blog post for a really long time. What I'm going to write about is embarrassing, but, I said in the beginning that I was going to put it all out there. No matter what, here it goes. Disclaimer, this blog while I haven't "officially" started it yet, will most likely contain some foul language. Just an FYI, if that kind of thing bothers you, you might want to skip this one.
To the two bitches at Matts work holiday party,
I'm going to start by saying "I'm sorry." I'm sorry that your lives are so sad and pathetic that you felt the need to belittle me in order to make yourselves feel better. I will say that it was a well played move to be so unbelievably inappropriate in a setting where the both of you knew I couldn't "properly" defend myself against your hurtful words. Most of all though I'm sorry that I let it bother me as much as it did. I realize now that girls like you have to treat people like me the way you do in order to make the horribleness of your situations bearable.
You say i'm "fat" and "look pregnant," well, those things are fixable. I can lose weight, get skinny but you'll still be miserable, dealing with the same shitty situations no matter what I look like. I feel sorry for you. At least my worst qualities are fixable. In most situations if you're a miserable bitch you're probably going to be that way for life. And it's no wonder you two are joined at the hip as misery truly does love company.
In addition to the apology in the beginning of this letter I also want to thank you. Thank you for proving what I knew from the second I met the both of you... I pride myself in being an excellent judge of character and this situation solidified that fact. Thank you also for showing me how far I've come. Thank you for showing me that my marriage is a bond that will never be broken. That my husband truly is my best friend, and even now as I write this I know that even though he is halfway across the world right now he is thinking of me, and missing me.
In conclusion, please know that when the two of you are together talking behind my back it only means that not only am I so many steps ahead of you, I am also in the perfect position for you to kiss my fat, pregnant looking ass!
Confession... I've been avoiding this blog post for a really long time. What I'm going to write about is embarrassing, but, I said in the beginning that I was going to put it all out there. No matter what, here it goes. Disclaimer, this blog while I haven't "officially" started it yet, will most likely contain some foul language. Just an FYI, if that kind of thing bothers you, you might want to skip this one.
To the two bitches at Matts work holiday party,
I'm going to start by saying "I'm sorry." I'm sorry that your lives are so sad and pathetic that you felt the need to belittle me in order to make yourselves feel better. I will say that it was a well played move to be so unbelievably inappropriate in a setting where the both of you knew I couldn't "properly" defend myself against your hurtful words. Most of all though I'm sorry that I let it bother me as much as it did. I realize now that girls like you have to treat people like me the way you do in order to make the horribleness of your situations bearable.
You say i'm "fat" and "look pregnant," well, those things are fixable. I can lose weight, get skinny but you'll still be miserable, dealing with the same shitty situations no matter what I look like. I feel sorry for you. At least my worst qualities are fixable. In most situations if you're a miserable bitch you're probably going to be that way for life. And it's no wonder you two are joined at the hip as misery truly does love company.In addition to the apology in the beginning of this letter I also want to thank you. Thank you for proving what I knew from the second I met the both of you... I pride myself in being an excellent judge of character and this situation solidified that fact. Thank you also for showing me how far I've come. Thank you for showing me that my marriage is a bond that will never be broken. That my husband truly is my best friend, and even now as I write this I know that even though he is halfway across the world right now he is thinking of me, and missing me.
In conclusion, please know that when the two of you are together talking behind my back it only means that not only am I so many steps ahead of you, I am also in the perfect position for you to kiss my fat, pregnant looking ass!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Day 12
Day 12- How you found out about blogs and why you made one.
Who doesn't know about blogs? Everyone and anyone has a blog.
Why did I make my blog? I have always loved to write. I feel like sometimes if I don't write I'll explode. When I try to talk to explain my feelings my words get twisted. I get tongue tied and I feel like my brain moves faster then my mouth. Nothing ever comes out right. When I write everything becomes clear. I can better communicate what I'm trying to say when I write.
Who doesn't know about blogs? Everyone and anyone has a blog.
Why did I make my blog? I have always loved to write. I feel like sometimes if I don't write I'll explode. When I try to talk to explain my feelings my words get twisted. I get tongue tied and I feel like my brain moves faster then my mouth. Nothing ever comes out right. When I write everything becomes clear. I can better communicate what I'm trying to say when I write.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Day 11
Day 11- Another picture of you with your friends
These are my friends Jen, Jen, and Sasha. I met them in Maine while my husband was stationed there. I met them when I took a job at the American Red Cross. When we first got to Maine I hated it. I came from Philadelphia. Maine was so "country" Nothing was open past 9, there was so much open space, no tall buildings. Long story short, 4 years later I left Maine kicking and screaming. In the four years I lived there these 3 girls were my family. They shared my smiles, my tears, my disappointments, they were with me for my first pregnancy, and were my strength. These girls became my sisters. Each one of these girls is unique and special.
Jen (M) is the tomboy of our group. She loves sports, video games, "boy" movies. She would constantly call me asking for fashion advice claiming to be missing the part of the brain that could put an outfit together! She is always honest about her feelings, that's part of her charm. There is a long running joke that is probably a little inappropriate now that she's married that she was my husbands girlfriend. She would come over to hang out with me and end up talking to him about movies, video games and all kinds of stuff.
Jen (O) is gentle, kind, caring. She's been through alot but no matter what she always has a smile on her face. And not in that annoying "i know you're faking how you feel" kind of way. In that "yeah, things might suck but I"m happy to be alive" way. There is no way anyone could possibly dislike Jen. "That would be like someone hating thumper, no one hates thumper." Jen has demonstrated to me how love unconditionally and to truly be compassionate. She has a true love for life and I wish I could be a quarter of the woman she is.
Sasha is the strongest woman I've ever met. She overcame so much. She worked full time while putting herself through nursing school. She's sweet, gorgeous, and very blunt. Sometimes she is a little inappropriate but it adds to her charm. She wouldn't be Sasha without the inappropriatness. And noone else could get away with it but her. She is the most generous person I know. She forever has my back. She is quick to admit when she's wrong (which she rarely is) If you are lucky enough to be able to call her your friend you are truly blessed.
Whenever I go back to Maine we all get together and have dinner and watch movies. Usually something girly! I left a piece of my heart in Maine with each of these girls. And everytime I go back to visit I cry when I leave.
These are the girls I referred to in a previous post. They humble me in ways I can't fully explain, they call me on my bullshit, and show me the meaning of love.
These are my friends Jen, Jen, and Sasha. I met them in Maine while my husband was stationed there. I met them when I took a job at the American Red Cross. When we first got to Maine I hated it. I came from Philadelphia. Maine was so "country" Nothing was open past 9, there was so much open space, no tall buildings. Long story short, 4 years later I left Maine kicking and screaming. In the four years I lived there these 3 girls were my family. They shared my smiles, my tears, my disappointments, they were with me for my first pregnancy, and were my strength. These girls became my sisters. Each one of these girls is unique and special.
Jen (M) is the tomboy of our group. She loves sports, video games, "boy" movies. She would constantly call me asking for fashion advice claiming to be missing the part of the brain that could put an outfit together! She is always honest about her feelings, that's part of her charm. There is a long running joke that is probably a little inappropriate now that she's married that she was my husbands girlfriend. She would come over to hang out with me and end up talking to him about movies, video games and all kinds of stuff.
Jen (O) is gentle, kind, caring. She's been through alot but no matter what she always has a smile on her face. And not in that annoying "i know you're faking how you feel" kind of way. In that "yeah, things might suck but I"m happy to be alive" way. There is no way anyone could possibly dislike Jen. "That would be like someone hating thumper, no one hates thumper." Jen has demonstrated to me how love unconditionally and to truly be compassionate. She has a true love for life and I wish I could be a quarter of the woman she is.
Sasha is the strongest woman I've ever met. She overcame so much. She worked full time while putting herself through nursing school. She's sweet, gorgeous, and very blunt. Sometimes she is a little inappropriate but it adds to her charm. She wouldn't be Sasha without the inappropriatness. And noone else could get away with it but her. She is the most generous person I know. She forever has my back. She is quick to admit when she's wrong (which she rarely is) If you are lucky enough to be able to call her your friend you are truly blessed.
Whenever I go back to Maine we all get together and have dinner and watch movies. Usually something girly! I left a piece of my heart in Maine with each of these girls. And everytime I go back to visit I cry when I leave.
These are the girls I referred to in a previous post. They humble me in ways I can't fully explain, they call me on my bullshit, and show me the meaning of love.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Day 10
Day 10- Songs you listen to when you're happy, sad, bored, hyper, and mad.
I can't limit these feelings to one specific song, but there is a pattern though of what I listen to when.
Happy- Anything, and I mean ANYTHING by Dave Matthews Band
Sad- "Somewhere over the Rainbow"- the Glee version
Bored- Usually soundtracks
Hyper- My workout playlist. Lots of disturbed, linkin park, lady gaga, act
Mad- System of a Down, or anything loud and angry.
I can't limit these feelings to one specific song, but there is a pattern though of what I listen to when.
Happy- Anything, and I mean ANYTHING by Dave Matthews Band
Bored- Usually soundtracks
Hyper- My workout playlist. Lots of disturbed, linkin park, lady gaga, act
Mad- System of a Down, or anything loud and angry.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Day 9
Day 9- Something you're proud of in the past few days.
Let's see. I think the thing I'm most proud of is that I've been very good at communicating lately. A huge fault of mine is that I push my feelings away until they become too overwhelming and I explode. It's not pretty. The people closest to me get the brunt of it. I'd say in the last month I've been really good about being really honest about how I'm feeling. If I'm mad, I say I'm mad, if I'm frustrated and overwhelmed I say it. If I'm feeling crazy for no apparent reason I say that too. Maybe the feeling is there for no specific reason but it doesn't make it any less valid. It's ok to be mad, or sad, or frustrated, or crazy. The key is how you deal with those feelings.
I've learned that you can't truly deal with how you're feeling (good or bad) unless you truly feel it. The way you do that is to own your feelings. You can't fully own your feelings if you're pushing them away. Pushing feelings away is saying you're not important enough to deal with what's going on inside you. I can tell you YOU are and I am.
I had a pretty life changing revelation about a month ago. If you know me well you know I'm most known for being happy, funny, and "always smiling." I think that I spent so long not communicating or sharing my feelings because I was afraid that if I'm not happy, funny, or smiling then people wouldn't like me. THAT IS WRONG. Actually, that's not wrong, but if it's right then I don't need those people in my life anyway. If people can't handle me when I'm down then they don't deserve me when I'm up. It's as simple as that.
So right now, Matts sleeping (as he should be cause he's on night shift), I'm trying to write and my house is in complete chaos. The boys are being really needy, asking me for stuff every two seconds that they are more then capable of getting themselves, the dogs are barking and being annoying, and I am frustrated! And you know what, it's ok. It's my own fault for trying to write now, instead of when the boys were napping but that doesn't change the fact that I'm frustrated. And it's ok.
Have an amazing Sunday! Thanks for popping into my little corner of the world. :)
Let's see. I think the thing I'm most proud of is that I've been very good at communicating lately. A huge fault of mine is that I push my feelings away until they become too overwhelming and I explode. It's not pretty. The people closest to me get the brunt of it. I'd say in the last month I've been really good about being really honest about how I'm feeling. If I'm mad, I say I'm mad, if I'm frustrated and overwhelmed I say it. If I'm feeling crazy for no apparent reason I say that too. Maybe the feeling is there for no specific reason but it doesn't make it any less valid. It's ok to be mad, or sad, or frustrated, or crazy. The key is how you deal with those feelings.
I've learned that you can't truly deal with how you're feeling (good or bad) unless you truly feel it. The way you do that is to own your feelings. You can't fully own your feelings if you're pushing them away. Pushing feelings away is saying you're not important enough to deal with what's going on inside you. I can tell you YOU are and I am.
I had a pretty life changing revelation about a month ago. If you know me well you know I'm most known for being happy, funny, and "always smiling." I think that I spent so long not communicating or sharing my feelings because I was afraid that if I'm not happy, funny, or smiling then people wouldn't like me. THAT IS WRONG. Actually, that's not wrong, but if it's right then I don't need those people in my life anyway. If people can't handle me when I'm down then they don't deserve me when I'm up. It's as simple as that.
So right now, Matts sleeping (as he should be cause he's on night shift), I'm trying to write and my house is in complete chaos. The boys are being really needy, asking me for stuff every two seconds that they are more then capable of getting themselves, the dogs are barking and being annoying, and I am frustrated! And you know what, it's ok. It's my own fault for trying to write now, instead of when the boys were napping but that doesn't change the fact that I'm frustrated. And it's ok.
Have an amazing Sunday! Thanks for popping into my little corner of the world. :)
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