I want to ride my bicycle.

I want to ride it where I like.

One of my favorite parts about summer is being able to spend time riding my bike.
You never know what you might discover.

Vermont, Part Two.

"Bob and Peg's Front Porch"

in West Wardsboro, VT.

Best corned beef hash I have ever had.

Best Maple Syrup Sausage I have ever had.

Best stuffed french toast with blackberries, blueberries and

cream cheese I have ever had.

The Best.

Vermont, Part One.

This weekend, we went to Vermont for a joint birthday celebration.

Morgan's birthday is today!

Campfire, best friends, s'mores, ghost stories, sparklers, canoeing, games.

A perfect weekend.

Candles and Spanks.

Older.

Happier.

Blonde-er.

Today, I am 28!

Happy Schooliversary.

A few good things about being required to wear black everyday:

1. Black is always back.

2. It's incredibly slimming.

3. It tends to give that oh-so-chic look even if you (me) really are not oh-so-chic.

and

5. Lint roller companies stay in business. Hoorah!

p.s. Today is my one month anniversary as a "Future Professional" (aka Paul Mitchell student)! Time is a-flyin'.

(pic: taken on my first day of school)

Reason One, Why I Finally Heart Long Island.

Caumsett State Historic Park.

We spent the Fourth of July riding bikes and planning out our lives as the future owners of Caumsett. If for some crazy reason that doesn't work out...

we decided we'll just pitch a tent and wait for the park rangers to kick us out.

You Work, We Play.

An Empty theater.

Only one of many good reasons why having Mondays off is awe-some.

Another one, Mikey changed his schedule so we could celebrate awesomeness together.

25 Times Too Many.

I recently asked my dad, "how many times I have moved in my life?"

We started counting.

1 apartment here, 2 there, 3 houses on the same street in that place,

4, 5, 6, 7...keep counting...

and finally we reached it...

25 houses in 27 years.

Now I get it. This is why I am jealous of people that get angry with their parents when their old bedroom is turned into a gym AND why I always get frustrated when I have to play that game where you find out what your "stripper name" is. The one where you have to take the name of your first pet and street name. I can't remember.

I'm sick of moving.

It's my fault, even after I left the final house I shared with my parents, I kept moving (almost yearly) to a new apartment, a new borough, a new town.

and finally I found a place I loved.

One Mikey and I filled with memories

and yet we are moving again.

This time so that we can progress, save money, live out our dreams and hopefully have a place that in 20 years, I will be able to remember what street it is on.

But one thing I know I won't forget...

the place we called "our first home"