Ahhhh Dusk

I love dusk. Seriously, it's the best time of day. Everything looks so hazy and dreamy, I can't get enough! Back when we were in Grenada(yes...I still have pictures to post from that trip...and I'll probably never get through posting them all, to be honest), I could sit on the balcony at dusk and just feel God. You know what I mean?? There are just certain times in life, and in a particular day, that you know God is just showing you His love and you feel His arms around you. I get that reassurance every time I see the sun starting to set and the world is ablaze with an orangey glow! Makes me choke up and want to bawl, every time...you know, the good kind of bawling:)

One particular evening (that Aubrey and I had been able to escape our "hotel vacation"), we were down in the Grand Anse area and we took the time to just relax on the beach before hopping on the bus and heading back to the hotel. It was one of my favorite moments in Grenada, Aubrey happily playing on the beach...getting sand absolutely EVERYWHERE, and me in my glory snapping away with my camera. I didn't want to leave....and neither did Aubrey...so we just stayed. And basked in the beauty that God has created for us. Aren't we all just so blessed?!?

And Now, Deep Thoughts.....

Anyone remember that from SNL?!? How do I remember you ask, being only 27? Simple really, I had older brothers...like 12 years older than me, older! With that kind of age difference a poor child ends up watching things well beyond their years(and listening too... Montley Crue, Guns N'Roses, Def Leppard.....the list goes on)! No matter how many times my mom would try and rescue me from the bowels of my brothers bedrooms, or from their giant group of friends in the basement/front yard gathering around their "cool" new cars/motorcycles, I kept going back....

Which leads me to the other problem, my brothers adored me:) Seriously though, I can't remember an instance where they were EVER mean to me, and their friends weren't either. I have three older brothers, one 12 years older, one 11 years older and one 8 years older and they all treated me like a princess(my sister on the other hand....).

This is what my mom was battling, I would run downstairs to play with them, they'd be watching SNL, they'd welcome me into their giant group of friends, I'd sit there---on my latest crushes lap, fall in love---and I'd watch/listen to whatever they were. Then my mom would come(for the hundredth time),pull me out, put me back in bed and I'd sneak out again. Trouble. I sometimes think it would have been easier for my mom if my brothers hated me, or thought I was a giant pest. Alas, I was tooo wonderful and they couldn't get enough;)

Allllll that to explain the title of this post....how's that for a bunny trail?!?

*I'm gonna go with the random style again today...it's where my head is....don't believe me? Reread above story;)

*I've laced this post with pictures of two of the three dates Zach and I went on while my parents were here...to Brooklyn and Hoboken....you're welcome.

*we're heading to Connecticut to today to spend some time with wonderful friends we haven't seen since Thanksgiving!

*I've been spending most of my time either studying for the written test to switch my licence over to an NJ one....or procrastinating it:)

*found out the manual for it is...get ready....231 pages long!!!

*I don't know if I've ever mentioned it before....I HATE studying! I know, hate is a strong word...but it applies.

*I have mega anxiety attacks when I am in a test setting...no joke...wish I recognised this in high school, probably would have felt better knowing what I was up against!

*I have to stop in between each of these points to stand on my chair and make tons of noise so the mouse that is scratching around my ceiling will stop.

*I'm so ready to get out of this apartment!

*mice are gross. *my coffee maker has now morphed itself into a cappuccino machine....I put in enough water/beans for 6 cups(yes, all for me) and out comes 2...of the strongest cups of espresso EVER. and I like my coffee strong.

*I'm waiting for my pending ulcer to show up.

*I LOVE Hoboken. If given the chance, I think I'd live there and then be super close to Manhattan and be in my happy place:)

*As much as I love Hoboken...I love Boston more!

*I'm going to Boston next weekend...2 of my 3 birthdays that we've lived in these-here-parts will have been spend there!!

*That is Brooklyn Bridge in the above picture. *Zach's mom is going to be here this next week! Aubrey=happy. *I have waaaay more pictures that "thoughts" so this is going to be a little lop-sided:) *I warned you that I had can't-decide-between-pictures-and-decide-to-post-them-all-itis.*Am I the only one who has issues with the auto spacing on the blog??!?

Done And Done.

Remember how I was talking about trying to finish my mom's apron before she left? Well, mission accomplished! I'm so happy with how it turned out... I, as usual, did not have a pattern and took bits of ideas from random aprons I owned and then changed it all:) That's how I like it, wouldn't want it to be easy... nope. That would be, well, easy.

I'm impressed with my mom too, I had left the decision of choosing the accent fabric up to her and thought she would choose something dull, but she went bold with the polka dots! Go mom! I'm so in love with the ruffle around the apron too, now that part is SO my mom.

And here she is testing it out:) ...with the cutest little helper around!

Linking up here....

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Playing Catch Up

This was my parents first visit since we've lived here in New Jersey, thus it was their first time to New York. Now, my parents were born and raised in rural Paraguay(South American Mennonites) and though they've been living in Canada for almost 40 years, they've always lived in smaller towns. They've travelled to Germany, back to Paraguay multiple times and have seen some of western Canada, but never anything like New York. I know my dad lived in Buenos Aires in Argentina for a few years in his youth and therefore was in a 'big city", but I can't for the life of me picture my parents as "big city" people...I've just never seen them in such a way! I was so interested to see what they'd be like in Manhattan... And they did not disappoint:) They were the typical wanders-with-head-pointed-upwards people for most of the time and my dad was so blown away by all the huge buildings and wonderful architecture. Zach and I never tire of showing people that wonderful City for the first time, so much fun! I think they had a great time and here are some pictures to prove it;)

Ummmm I want to warn you that I suffer from a bad case of can't-decide-between-pictures-and-decide-to-post-them-all-itis. I don't know how people post five or six pictures from a week long vacation?!? I can't do that for a day trip! So prepare yourselves.....