Signs of Water

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I am the little girl from the movie Signs. I drink half to three quarters of a glass of water and then leave it. All.Over.The.House.

This especially happens at bedtime. I bring a new cup of water into my bedroom each night for that one last sip of water right before I drift off to sleep or for the middle of the night parched mouth.

But… After one night of a glass sitting on my nightstand it has microscopic dust bunnies, unfortunately, a dog hair or two (thanks Manny!) and old water just doesn’t seem as appetizing as new water.

Cue Maggie! She gave me the perfect solution to my collection of water glasses at my bedside. A water carafe with cup cover. It’s perfectly wonderful and everyone should have one! My water is dust bunny and most important dog hair free. Plus it has our last initial, H, etched into it. I am a huge fan of monograms. HUGE!

Thank you dear Maggie from saving me from the life of hairy dust-bunny filled water!

Maggie water carafe

Now my bedside table, which Maggie helped me pick out from a local thrift shop, looks even more glamorous!


Birthstone Memories

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A dear friend gave me a gold bracelet with a sapphire stone charm. It’s beautiful!

I like it for three reasons:

1. Gold

2. My birthstone

3. Sri Lanka

Last year, my husband and I with some friends took an adventurous trip to Sri Lanka and Dubai. Sri Lanka is known for its sparkling blue sapphire stones. We went to a gem shop while we were there. I can still remember the glittering different blues dancing before my eyes.

Thank you, Lo, for giving me a daily reminder of a wonderful trip! And of course a little bling to my outfit.

Lo Bracelet

Every day can be improved by a little sparkle!

Fall Gatherings

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A good friend invited a group of us out to her parent’s cabin in the woods for a good old fashion sleepover! Long walks, games, good food and a lot of a laughs. All very good for the soul!

Thank you, Caitlin, for creating such a wonderful environment for us all to enjoy!

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One of the girls had a Better Homes & Gardens magazine displaying a fall grass wreath. Another one of the ladies and I decided that we would scavenge on our walks in the woods to find the necessities to create our own fall grass wreaths.

wreath makings

The bounty of our scavenging.


The finished product with a little help from the local craft stores floral section and my neighborhood.

Girl’s Day Out

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For two years running, one of my great friends has given me a “Girl Date” as a birthday present. She met me two years ago just before my birthday and thought this would be great way to celebrate a new friendship. I agree! She has been wrapping a bow on a friend date ever since. This year is no different.  Whether its coffee, thrift shopping, Nordstrom or just girl talk, we always leave refreshed from each other’s presence. Can’t wait to see what we do this year!

Thank you Maggie!

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We’re at it again! Of course Maggie with her fabulous hair!

Still not loving using a pen instead of ink. But loving the beautiful views of Kauai and the sun!

Creme de la Creme

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Miss Erin is the epitome of “creme de la creme.” She is one of those people that is elegant, graceful, well versed and just gorgeous in every way!

She is known in my little circle of friends for unexpected notes of gratitude, thanks and admiration. She sent me this one recently!

For my birthday, she gave me such a sweet treat of an adorably presented chocolate bar and hand cream. The perfect sized hand cream for a purse, which is really what matters! I’m always the person riding the bus or in the middle of a store when my hands become noticeably drier to me. At that moment, I would scale mountains for a spot of cream to rub into them. Now that problem is solved!

Isn’t her little note with the washi tape adorable?! Her creative abilities are inspiring to me!

Thank my dear one for always making a bright spot in my life and especially on my birthday!

GiGi, the skydiver, made a “smooth” landing on the hand cream!

The Signal is Coming in Strong

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The trill of an incoming text message on my cellphone is usually a normal semi-exciting daily interruption. But once and awhile, the interruption is a wake up call much needed to my regular type day. There is one person who sends these blessed texts to me and helps me to come back to earth via heaven.

I met Riny my sophomore year of college when she moved into my dorm apartment. She immediately became one of crowd and we’ve remained friends every since. One of my favorite memories is assisting her in writing a poem and making brownies to drop off at a guy’s dorm in attempt to scare him. Poems and brownies make sound like the antithesis of a truly terrifying experience but believe me when I say this boy was shivering in his boots in 90 degree weather! Oh the wild times in college making brownies… hahaaaa.

Now that Riny and I are separated by miles and miles, her texts of Godly advice always come at the right time. Instead of brownies and poems, I receive advice and direction straight from the Big Man himself. Riny has been sending text messages with Bible verses in them for quite awhile. I can’t remember if they started in college or maybe afterwards. It seems like they are always on point though. Funny how God works that out.

These are the verses that I have kept on my phone to look at daily or randomly when I need a reminder of God’s grace, direction, love and the gift of friendship.

John 15:5 (New Living Translation)

“Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.”


2 Corinthians 1:8-9 (New Living Translation)

We think you ought to know, dear brothers and sisters,[a] about the trouble we went through in the province of Asia. We were crushed and overwhelmed beyond our ability to endure, and we thought we would never live through it. 9 In fact, we expected to die. But as a result, we stopped relying on ourselves and learned to rely only on God, who raises the dead.


Ephesians 5:20 (New Living Translation)

And give thanks for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

*This is my personal anthem through Jesus for my life. Hence this blog.)


2 Corinthians 4:16-18 (New Living Translation)

That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are[a] being renewed every day. 17 For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! 18 So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.

I am still amazed at how the small things in life are always the ones that I remember and hold true value to. Thank you, dear Riny, for being my continual reminder to delve into God’s word and find strength in him.

Now here is a few snapshots from the college days…

Christmas party with all the ladies. Riny, far right, and me with long hair in red/gold dress.

Getting all pumped up for a USF Bulls game. Funny thing is I’m wearing that shirt right now. School pride!

Homecoming Sophmore Year

Just Riny and I from the holiday party. Oh beautiful Indian Girl with your bright smile and gorgeous hair!

Apparently God is only over the United States in this viewpoint, aka United States is the world. Not really my viewpoint but its how art happens…

Fine Feathered Friend

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This is what I have recently realized. I never buy jewelry for myself. I don’t know why that is. I always look at it. Try it on. And then think about it for days.

My solution comes in the form of great friends. I know I’ve expressed before that I’m not really a trinket person or tchotchke (pronounced CHOCH-kuh by they way. It was the word of the day yesterday) but jewelry is always a welcomed gift. Fancy me that one of my friends, Erin, surprised with a pair of vibrant earrings for my birthday. Their pattern is reminiscent of a feather but the color is all modern! Such a welcomed change of pace to that day.

Did I mention that Erin is breaking into the fashion industry? I didn’t! Well if you saw her super chic outfits you would know. She is constantly giving me new ideas and inspirations to spice up my current wardrobe. Love a little clothing girl time.

My model for the night was hanging around after our doodle session so I gave him a job of modeling the earring for this shot. He’s good, huh?

Thank you Erin for being extremely thoughtful and adding to my jewelry collection!

Erin and I spontaneously met for a cup of tea at Starbucks last week. Such a peaceful time to chit chat with a friend in the cozy confines of the coffee shop.

Senoritas & Tiaras

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The lights are set, the curtains drawn, music is playing.

I receive one more loving pat to my hair and tug to my dress. Then a shove onto stage. For a brief moment, I look back at her before I’m blinded by the lights. We both smile. We’ve got this!

After conquering the 1st Annual USF Fashion Show, Spanish class, USF Bookstore, Miss Dance Marathon and college life, we already knew we were the ones with the crowns.

It seemed like throughout all of our college career together, we had been assisting and helping each other out. Effortless thoughts that combined into something special.

My Backstage Mom was the one to push me into participating in the Miss Dance Marathon Pageant. Am I graceful? No! Am I outwardly talented? No! Did I volunteer beyond my limits? Maybe, but I still slept 6 hours a night. What reasons did I have to enter the running?

Kat, aka LoneWolf, didn’t think any of those were reasons not to enter. She might be a little crazy but that is why we get along so well! And of course she would push me into the it when she herself is more qualified to be up on stage than myself!

I didn’t get the crown for Miss USF. Really can you see me parading around cupping my hand waving with a tiara on my head? Wait, you can? Its ok I still have high hopes for when I am Miss Senior Citizen of the year in my retirement home. Practice takes time, repetition and progress. I’ll get there eventually, hopefully not too soon.

My best friend, Backstage Mom, LoneWolf to my CandyCane, lover of books, fashionista, and confidant will always be there for me. And I for her!

Thanks Kat for making my college experience one to remember for always. We both were the ones who received the crowns wherever we went! I am blessed to call you friend.

One Squeeze

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I enjoy a genuine hug.

Where the person pulls you in tight and holds you not only in their arms but in their heart. For that brief moment that you are encircled in each other’s arms, all is right with the world.  The safety and emotional support that is felt in that time carries me through many a rough time.

Usually the person in my life that is able to give me a hug which will fill up the space inside my soul that is aching is my mom. She can understand me when I don’t want to talk (hard to believe I know) but just desires to be encircled. Everyday of high school I would come home to my mother’s arms. When I moved to Tampa for my senior year of high school to be met with prejudice, clicks and provincial snobs there was my mom to make it all better. Even when I went to college for my freshman year I remember the feeling of the beginning of her hug on the doorstep to my dorm and the release into adulthood. Her hugs tell the time in my life. Each step of the way she is there to hold me.

Now that I live across the country from her just hearing her voice helps me to remember the daily hugs I used to receive. But I will always need my mother’s hug.

This past 4th of July was a rough time for my sister-in-law and her family. Her eldest brother was in a severe motorcycle accident the night before that left him in a coma.  His accident affected me very hard. I had seen him hours before he crashed never thinking that it would be the last time.  The culmination of not being with my family on a holiday and the accident had me in a state of need. I really needed a hug from my mom on that day.

Mrs. S. has been a friend of the family for many years. My oldest brother has been friends with her son since high school. Through their friendship our parents have become friends as well.  I vaguely remember receiving hugs from her each time we met in the years past but this 4th of July was different. It was like she had channeled all of my mom into her two arms that gathered me up and held me for a brief moment after the fireworks had been lit. It was the natural feel of a mother’s arms lifting up a child that formed a ball in my throat that I couldn’t swallow. She looked me in the eyes after our hug and I felt it again. Even though she had let go I could still feel it.

Thank you Mrs. S. for being open to letting my mom give me a hug through you.

Crash Landing

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It is amazing to me how people can be so diverse in interests, talents and jobs. We are a talented group of people that can do almost anything! I’m still working on figuring out how to fly. Maybe only downfall to be being human. No wings.

Galen is one of those people that is immensely gifted in many things. From great photographer to computer programer to marathon sprinter! His discipline, eye for detail and patience make him who he is…AWESOME!!!!

My lovely (old) laptop crashed last year leaving me without a connection to the outside world! Oh no! To the rescue, Galen!

My work needed a photographer for a ballroom dancing event. Galen swoops in again!

A great friend to the family, whose uplifting conversation and pension for laughter makes for enjoyable company anytime, who else but Galen!

Thanks Galen for wearing many hats in the friendships that you have with the ones around you.

 Galen & I at the ballroom dancing event. I finally got him out from

behind the camera for a picture!

Galen is an avid marathon-er. His little gift corresponded to it and the card too.

Note: I am slightly cheating with this post since I wrote this “Thank You” card in February which was sent along with a little gift for Galen. Still counts, right?

Second Note: Sorry the picture is fuzzy. I’ll have to work on my technical skills to figure it out. Uhhhh Galen?!…… Kidding! 🙂