If I've been a weee-bit absent over here it's because I've been focusing on some goals over at another blog called
Shedding the Rolls. 

as in belly rolls -gross, i know- haha

So if you'd like to follow me, head on over for some inspiration

 or to just.. you know, support me :) 

 I thought I would put some of my day-dreams on paper for everyone to see.

 -am i the only one that day-dreams about clothes?- 

-I don't think so-

- if for some crazy reason you don't you need to start using your imagination-

-because it's fun-

-ok i'm done. feast your eyes upon my dream closet-

 I love this canary colored shirt and those shoes, yes please!

I love these colors together and again THE SHOES!

Probably my favorite of the three. I love dresses. I actually wear skirts and dresses more than pants. Right now most of my pants are too small anyway -but not for long- so it's a good thing I like dresses so much. 

Alrighty there you have it, a few of my day-dream outfits. All were found on either modbcloth.com or shoprushe.com. Two of the most ah-mazing websites for cute clothes... in my opinion. 

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First Memory

Memories are something I cherish. It is through them that I may visit sunny afternoons while in actuality it’s a cold snowy night in January. It is through them that I may remember happy game nights with my family. Moments where you laughed so hard you were sure abs were forming from the workout you just gave them. People and situations may change but memories don't. It is through them that I see, hear and smell my mom.

When I think back as far as my mind will stretch I have a memory of soft blankets and white wooden bars in front of my eyes. Standing up in my crib I remember seeing my oldest brother Deven walk into the room. I remember him getting me ready for the day. My toddler belly pushed out, he was unable to button my denim shorts. “Suck it in, suck it in” he told me as he patted my stomach. Shirt on, shorts buttoned we walked through the house and out the door to a sunlit summer morning.

A couple of days ago I was looking through my camera when I came upon a picture of my oldest nephew Triston and niece, his baby sister, Brin. Instantly that twenty-one year old memory came flooding into the foremost part of my mind.

A memory of a sweet older brother taking good care of his baby sister.