Antipasto

I may be a pescaterian,

but I make a mean antipasto.

Looking forward

Pretty soon, I will see this every day.

{Boston--as Ryan drives to work}

And this.

{My Grandma's backyard--sent today from my wonderful mother}

This is my paradise.

Home Sweet Home

Our apartment in Quincy, MA will be ready to move in on October 1st! Until then, Ry will be commuting from Connecticut all the way to work... he is crazy! Well, maybe I think that just because I hate driving. But still. Here are some pictures Ryan took of our new home. Note: the kitchen is being completely redone, hence the refrigerator in the living room and the kitchen sink on the floor.

I seriously LOVE the character this place has. Our condo in Utah is beautiful and new, but this is very different. A good different! I just love the dark wood, and hardwood floors. I couldn't be more satisfied with where we will be living.

Here you get a little glimpse of the torn-apart kitchen. I'm anxious to see what it will look like when it is finished!

The outside :) There are 4 apartments in the house. We have the bottom right!

If I could change one thing though, it would be where the washer/dryer are. They are in the basement that seriously looks like a dungeon. Needless to say, Ryan will be the one doing the laundry. I've seen too many scary movies to be able to go down in the dungeon to do laundry!

Nutshell

I love to dance. In my own way. If you tell me I look good in it, I'll wear it.
Sugar is my middle name.
I've never been good at crossing my legs while wearing a dress. Could this explain it?
I'm Italian, so naturally I enjoy my pasta.
And as for Ryan? He lives for chocolate. But that's not chocolate on his face. Looks like it though, huh!

Sad times: Before & After

ohhh how i miss the days when i had furniture.

before... after.
before... after.
before...

after.before...after.

What would you say?

The following is a true story.

A little girl had spinal meningitis and was unable to speak.

One day at the age of twelve, she was sitting in the living room while her father was in the kitchen. Suddenly, he heard "I love you." Confused about where the sound came from, he wandered into the living room and looked at the TV to see if it was on. It was off, so he went back into the kitchen. He heard it again. "I love you." The father thought he was losing his mind. He walked into the living room and checked the TV again. Still, it was off. His gaze shifted from the TV to his daughter, who was staring at him with large eyes. "I love you," she said to him. Her father was in disbelief. He shouted for his wife to join them in the living room. The girl's mother came and listened. For 15 minutes, the girl continued to say over and over again, "I love you. I love you," and no words other than "I love you" were spoken.

The girl did not speak ever again after that day, after those 15 minutes of only repeating the words "I love you." She died at the age of 30.

If you could only have 15 minutes out of your entire life to speak, what would you say?

Finally..

..we're coming home.

It's official. We are moving to Massachusettes! Ryan's new job is in North Quincy. He wants to live in the city... I want to live near the shore. We will see where we end up!

Ry drives out with his father and everything in our condo next Friday (sad!) and then I will join him in Mass in December. What will I do all day in an empty 3-bedroom condo alone?? So sad to think about.

But yep, that's our news! We couldn't be happier about where we are ending up!