Sometimes you need a little love song…

3 Jun

.a sweet love song.

“Making Memories Of Us”

I’m gonna be here for you baby
I’ll be a man of my word
Speak the language in a voice that you have never heard
I wanna sleep with you forever
And I wanna die in your arms
In a cabin by a meadow where the wild bees swarm

And I’m gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I’ll earn your trust making memories of us

I wanna honor your mother
I wanna learn from your pa
I wanna steal your attention like a bad outlaw
I wanna stand out in a crowd for you
A man among men
I wanna make your world better than it’s ever been

And I’m gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I’ll earn your trust making memories of us

We’ll follow the rainbow
Wherever the four winds blow
And there’ll be a new day
Comin’ your way

I’m gonna be here for you from now on
This you know somehow
You’ve been stretched to the limits but it’s alright now
And I’m gonna make you a promise
If there’s life after this
I’m gonna be there to meet you with a warm, wet kiss

And I’m gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I’ll earn your trust making memories of us
I’m gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I’ll win your trust making memories of us


I’m laughing again. Weddings weddings and more weddings.

24 May

Since I’ve last posted, I’ve moved to another country, been pregnant and given birth to baby #2. I’m not joking. Thus. I’m back-at least for today. This weekend we’re heading back to the Burgh for a wedding. From the venues I’ve seen, there are some styling places to get hitched in Pittsburgh and even lovelier are the reception venues.

This weekend’s venue is the ‘historic’ Summit Inn.

Boasting an indoor and outdoor pool, this venue will at least impress my kids. We’ll see just how romantic this getaway is for a regular, non family couple. I’ll post about it if I get a chance later on.

Last week, however, we had the chance to celebrate the wedding of another one of by besties in the Dominican Republic. We stayed at the Grand Bahia Principe Punta Cana.
(that’s the pool that my son was in love with)

It was a wedding tainted with some regular wedding speedbumps, and some irregular (bride forgot her dress at home…on her side though, just a month prior to this her house burned down. So it’s a given that she’s got quite a bit on her mind).

The ceremony was absolutely picturesque. It was complete with a white gazebo, a gentle breeze, a smiling groom and a beaming bride. It was the stuff all destination brides dream of.

Anywho. I just have weddings on the brain-and since mine was 4 years ago (June 20) I’ve been a bit nostalgic. Any brides out there wish they did things differently? For mine, I would’ve just done about everything differently. Mine was an enormous (not big for weddings in Canada but for other places, I’ve been told I’m insane to have had a wedding that large) 500 guest shindig. There was something RIDICULOUS like 7 courses, plus a midnight buffet with a chef slicing proscuitto. In a few words it was INSANELY overdone. Not really my style. My wonderfully helpful mum really helped make it all that it was, and although it was a very nice wedding (and my mum insists it was the most awesome wedding she’s ever been to) I wish I put my foot down for so many decisions. I was in a point where I was working 3 jobs, doing long distance with my fiancee and completing my masters at the same time as planning my wedding. I was stretched thin and let some big decisions be pushed by others.  My husband (finacee at the time) really tried his hardest to talk some sense into me…but I was a lost cause. Maybe we should have waited to plan it properly, but is there ever a really stress free good time to plan?   SO. All that being said. If you want to plan a large lavish wedding I’m your go to gal for help and ideas. If you’re looking for a stylin wedding full of creative ideas I have an old friend who seems like she’s really darn good at what she does (a wedding coordinator).  I’m pretty sure she’s been doing weddings all over the place.  Check her out over at


Local artist rocks the romance scene

19 Oct

Madeline Hunter IS LOCAL! hurrah!!!! I thought it was a fib when a handy little sticker on the cover said “local artist”.  Go Pittsburgh Go!

Author of a wonderful quartet I zoomed through, The Rarest Blooms,  Hunter’s latest is “Dangerous in Diamonds”.

Now, you’ll want to start at the beginning for this quartet because spattered throughout the novels are allusions to events from other novels. Not that it makes the reading any less fabulous if you want to start in the middle and work your way out.  Oreos are great this way too…

I read Dangerous In Diamonds twice already. I’m not sure where to start with what intrigued me that much to do it all over twice. The first reason to double read it is the Duke of Castleford. Gotta love a Duke right? Well, he’s not exactly the loveable type-unless you consider a drunkard and whoremonger as your ideal husbandly type.  It’s the idea that a man can change at the drop of a beautiful woman.  Well maybe not just beautiful, but the better word is ideal. 

It’s an interesting psychological transformation.

Another reason to read it is that it touches on a woman dealing with her friends “moving on in life”, which is always relevant in my opinion.   A third reason is that Hunter uses “the truth will set you free” wonderfully in her plot. And it makes me smile.

Dukes, lust and rage

13 Oct

It’s been a while….

And I’m not singing the Nickleback tune (sorry Nickleback but I have NO real love for you or your “stick in your head for fifty years” songs).

It’s time to get back to talking Dukes, lust and rage.

I picked up The Duke’s Captive, by Adele Ashworth at Half Price Books (God bless them and their clearance section) for $1.  This is not to say I wouldn’t have paid more for it, but I’ve never read any Ashworth, so this was a good place to get her.

A fast paced read, this one doesn’t have too much plot to it.  For a romance, even less. But what it does have is A LOT of excellent steamy love scenes. The tension between the two main characters, Ian (a duke) and Viola (a widow), is well written and builds based on a past negative experience the two had in, what seems like, another lifetime.  The entire book is mainly led by Ian’s PTSD based amnesia surrounding the event but the confusion lends beautifully to his rage towards her. The tidbits the reader is privvy to about the “event” is that Ian was drugged and held captive by Viola’s family. What the reader doesn’t know is what actually happened in captivity.

What I liked about it: some good solid lovin. What I didn’t: not enough plot for me to go on.

It’s a decent bathtub read, even if you have laundry going and a dog barking, because it’s okay to get distracted while reading it.  You don’t need to remember too much of the plot to come back to the book.

property brothers+move to canada=poutine filled happiness

9 Oct

We’re moving back to the fantastic land of Poutines, hockey, and eh.

But before we do, we’re taking a gamble and applying to the HGTV show (side note: I’m addicted to all things HGTV) Property Brothers. Not only are the hubby and I thoroughly amused by Jon and Drews side quips, but we’re IN LOVE with everything they do…including running through a home that looks like it should be lit on fire and left to perish in its own ashes, and making it into something fabulous.

Every time someone asks us about this big move gets the response “we’re applying to Property Brothers” followed by mumbo jumbo talk about paperwork (very real, very long process) but it also comes with me being nervous about even applying. Thus, I haven’t applied yet.

ARGH. Wish me luck on getting the nerve to want something fantastical and then to go out and try to grab it.


PS.I  know I’ve been AWOL. Can’t help it. My little one is well, little and doesn’t allow for too much Pittsburgh Romancin’ to go on…and you can take that any way you want


26 Jan

I just looked at the date of my last post and went: you’re joking me.

Ladies and gents, the date of my last post was the day my water broke (11:30 am) and I went into labor…producing a beautiful baby boy at 8:50 pm.  My baby  is here and yep, he’s a He. My husband and I haven’t slept officially since December 15 (when my placenta tore and I was in the hospital) but it’s definitely been worth it.  What’s happened since Jan 5 you ask? Well, let me tell you. Not much. He eats, poos, pees, sleeps. His newest trick of the trade is switching night for day…so I’m on 2 solid hours of sleep and approximately 3 broken hours. But he’s beautiful and so so cute.   More to come….

hospitals, bed rest and gunk

5 Jan

Wow. I was actually surprised when I saw I hadn’t blogged in a LONG while. That’s what happens when you actually have to go into a job-waking up at 445 am and coming home around 12 hours later. Sheesh.


But times have a changed—and I’m not working! Or doing my masters case presentation! Or walking! That’s right folks, I’m officially on bed rest because my Placenta (yes, has to be capitalized) tore on December 15th at 1130 am.  It was crazy scary and although I was in the hospital for just over two weeks (and I thought: PERFECT! I’ll be able to get all my work done in a jiffy!) there was no way my brain was up to handling any kind of work. We were told that we’d probably have to deliver our baby (don’t know the sex yet!) that day, which was 2 months early. I was 32 weeks pregnant and now, me, Baby and my husband (because I couldn’t have stayed sane without him) have defied all odds and have beat Placenta back into submission. Okay. Not really, as I’m still on bed rest, but the docs are quite surprised I’ve lasted this long without another abruption (tear in my Placenta). [Cue clapping here].


Can I tell you though, that mini update wasn’t the reason why I wanted to blog…the prompt to crack open the blog was this:

The splits. Now, how I could’ve possibly missed the memo that BEFORE you officially go into labor, your body starts ‘prepping’ itself, is beyond me.  This ‘prepping’ is akin to feeling like you’re stretching out those legs of yours in a split position and your coach comes over and pushes you further into the ground-lighting your pelvic bones on fire (and since bones don’t melt, they’re just very uncomfortable).  My groin is in some serious discomfort and I can’t help reminiscing on my gymnastics days and wondering why the heck I would’ve subjected myself to this type of discomfort willingly. Ugh.


Next. Don’t let people fool you ladies into thinking you’ll have 9 months of pad free bliss just because you’re pregnant. It’s a lie.

Mucous plug.

That’s all I’ve gotta say on the matter and it’s gross as heck. Oh what we do for babies.

worrying. it’s started prematurely

2 Oct

That’s right. I’m worrying. I worry that my husband won’t get out of bed to go to work and get there on time-I worry that food won’t be good enough-I worry that the house won’t be clean enough…and that’s just a start.  I mean, that’s not to say I didn’t worry before I got pregnant, just that, well, the intensity of the worry has amplified at least 20 fold.  On top of everything is the underlying worry about how much more I’ll worry when baby’s out of the womb.


Which brings me to the point of today’s blog:

Today is Saturday.  Ask me if I work on Saturdays?

You: Do you work on Saturdays?

Me: Heck no!

[and if you were here, you’d look around, furrow your brow and this would come out:]

You: Why’d you get up at 6?


[me ripping my hair from my head like a crazy woman]

Well, for one, my husband had to be up to drive his butt out to Home Depot to pick up insulation which he’s installing with his sister’s boyfriend…so I had to make sure he actually got out of bed for that one…and there’s laundry to do….and my stomach’s growling (all baby wants me to do is eat) and yeah…thus. I’m up.

Make the worry stop until it has to be there!!! Please!

On a brighter note: our baby room’s been painted and we got a crib and a baby changing station…Woopwoop!!!! We’re putting it all together after the insulation goes in. My mum was horrified at the colour we chose: ebony.  In other words: black.  She basically told me baby would be scarred by seeing all those black bars everywhere…um, thanks for the support and let’s add to neurotic-worry-before-you-have-to words of wisdom mum.

I think baby’s made of tougher stuff.

Baby's bed!!!!

“how could you possibly…”

17 Sep

“…run out of gas in your car…in your driveway?”

Um. Well. Let me tell you about baby brain…and driving through Liberty Tunnels through rush hour and I’ll tell you how compelled I was to get gas after watching buttface after buttface do what I should have been smart enough to do…cut in in the last second and make some poor passive schmuck make room for my aggressive bum.

True story.

AAA to the rescue.

Painting baby room this weekend…theme? A wonderful “Under the sea”….

i just need somebody to love…

28 Jul

woke up. bieber was in my head. no i’m not (completely) ashamed of myself. happy hump day all!!!!