summer lovin’

Guys, it’s mid-August already.


I am a summer baby and live for the 2-ish months out of the year where I don’t need to wear a jacket or pants that reach my ankles. My goal for the next few weeks (i’m praying for an indian summer), is to soak it all in, as much as I can. I’ve been thinking about what I love most about this flash in the pan season and I thought it would be nice to list some things that get me through the long, cold winter.

  • not waking up in the dark
  • lightning bugs
  • not wearing a jacket
  • Dolly’s Ices 20160806_153023
  • the smell of the morning
  • torrential summer downpours
  • coming inside from the heat to an air conditioned building
  • lazy afternoons in the pool
  • being tan
  • the first shower after the beach/baking in the backyard
  • mermaid hair (even though my hair constantly ignores my pleas to be mermaid-y)
  • July
  • long days
  • stoop nights
  • pizza and vanilla swirl ice cream from L&B

    PicMonkey Collage

    the only time i’ll willingly drink Pepsi

  • neons
  • vitamin D – sunshine!
  • fruit straight from the refrigerator
  • mini golf
  • shorts
  • a perfectly grilled cheeseburger giphy (6)
  • my birthday
  • Italian feasts/street fairs
  • dining al fresco
  • pina coladas
  • laying in bed with the air conditioner blasting

What are your favorite things about summer? What do you think about during the winter to get you through?

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TAG: this or that – summer edition!

I wanted to be like the cool kids and write a weekend round-up but I quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen so I found a summer this or that tag on Always, Abby and since we’re heading for a heatwave here, what’s a better time to do it?

Ocean or Pool
POOL. The ocean might be relaxing, but the sand that comes with it, is not. Pools also don’t have sharks or jellyfish, which seem to be running rampant on the East Coast lately.


Beach Vacation or Wilderness
See, now this is where I contradict myself. I will NOT go camping. EVER. The thought of bugs and mountain lions and peeing in a bush and foraging for food do not appeal to me at all. I like driving through the woods, like if we go up to the Poconos or something but there’s a hotel at the end of that drive and that suits me just fine. That being said, I guess I’d rather be at the beach but there’s that whole sand issue. will i ever be satisfied?

Watermelon or Strawberries
Watermelon – all day, every day


Bikini or 1-piece
One piece; more because I think they’re classier looking and less because I’d need to be dead ten years to even think about putting one on.

Lemonade or Iced Tea
Iced tea with ice, please.

Hotdogs…grilled or over a fire
I’ve never had weenies over an open flame so I’m going to go with grilled.

Hat or Sunglasses
Sunglasses, when I remember to wear them

Windows Down or AC all the way
I can’t live without my AC. Actually, I’m OK during the day but at night I need my room to be chilly. And by chilly, I mean arctic.


Tanning Lotion or Sunscreen
Tanning lotion with some SPF. My favorite, in case you were wondering, is Maui Babe Browning Lotion. It smells like coffee and doesn’t turn you orange. Just slap it on and bake in the sun.

Baseball Game or Concert
Both are fun. Both are opportunities to watch men run around in tight pants, assuming you’re like me and the only (summer) concerts you’ve been to are Backstreet Boys ones.

Ice Cream or Popsicle
Both sound delicious right about now. 

Fireworks or Fireflies
Fireflies because they don’t make me pee my pants, which is a story for a different post.

Flip Flops or Bare Feet
My feet are their happiest when they don’t have shoes on, but what they fail to realize is shoes keep rocks and pieces of glass from embedding themselves in to them. 

Water Balloons or Squirt Guns
I remember being in camp with my cousins, filling up water balloons at the water fountain next to the smelly park bathroom. I could never tie them so I’m not sure why I always filled them. I also remember begging my parents for a Super Soaker, which I believe is still in my garage somewhere.

And there you have it. Definitely not a weekend wrap up but at least it’s something. If you want to do this tag, feel free!

Talk to you soon!


Well, I said I’d be back

Well, I said I’d be back.

I’m sure you’ve seen this gem floating around the internet lately.


Since I’ve been out of the blogging game recently, I don’t have too much to say except…


Of all people this ends up in Oprah’s magazine? The same Oprah whose weight has been up and down more than the elevator at the Empire State Building? The same Oprah who rolled her lost fat out on stage in a Radio Flyer wagon?

Something tells me there’s going to be an opening in the Advice department at the magazine pretty soon. I’m sure Oprah doesn’t proof her whole magazine every month. She’s not Miranda Priestly, for God sakes. But, I would like to think she cares enough about it since it’s her name and face on the cover every month. did you ever notice that? she’s the only person who graces that cover?

I’m not one to wear a crop top, but if I wanted to, I would. And my stomach is far from flat. so there.

I mean, am I the only one who thinks this is funny?

Let’s discuss!


the shack

Yesterday I was scrolling through my reader and came across this post from Kristen over at Peaches and Poppycock. It was just the inspiration I needed. And by inspiration, I mean I’m just going to participate in The Daily Posts photo challenge like she did. Whatever works, right? Life has been kicking me in the crotch lately (there may be a post about it in the distant future, but maybe not) so I need all of the inspo I could get. So, thanks Kristen!

The Daily Post asked us to show a picture of the in-between. The getting there. I wish I could throw a few pictures up of me before and during my quest to lose the 5484897184 pounds I need to before wedding season starts, but that would require more Photoshopping than I have any kind of patience for. Because wedding season or not, I like to eat.


My family had a house on the Jersey Shore (just south of the fist pumpers) for over 50 years. I’d be lying if I said I loved every minute down there. Making friends was hard because most people rent there so they were gone before the waves took your first sandcastle. But there were good times to be had at that house and had them we did. We had to sell it late last year (which again, I may write about down the road). We have since bought another house. It’s close enough to our first one that if we wanted to visit we could. Our new house is great and ready for many memories to be made in it.

For people who are familiar with the area, you’ll know exactly what that is in the picture up there. For those who aren’t familiar, let me introduce you to The Shack. It was house that fishermen used to hang out in when they went out fishing for the day. I don’t think you can tell but it’s standing in the middle of a creek inlet small body of water. It was located right next to the bridge that you crossed to get on to the island. Everybody knew The Shack. When you saw it, you knew you had arrived. It had been abandoned years ago, but it stuck around for a while. It started to get really decrepit and there were rescue efforts up and down the island. Until Hurricane Sandy, that bitch. Now it lives on in the memories of those who waited all winter long to see that little beacon of summer. And at every arts and crafts show- photos of it are best sellers.

the end of an era.

the end of an era.

What reminds you of summer? Or summers of your childhood?

Let’s discuss!


chicken pox > mosquito bites

The summer between second and third grade I came down with a nasty case of the chicken pox.  And by nasty I mean I had a total of 11 spots that didn’t really itch.

This summer I went on a cruise where I realized that mosquitos and other ankle biters don’t travel into the middle of the ocean.  Yessss.  When I got home I innocently sat on my stoop,  like the true Brooklynite that I am.  Without fail every mosquito in the tri-state area converged onto my legs. Kill me.

So now,  between my peeling sunburn and my 493029 mosquito bites,  which are red like Coke cans and hot,  I find myself wishing to be that 7 year old with that nasty case of chicken pox.

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