So I know I promised an update quite a long time ago, but thanks for bearing with me, because it is here at long last. Same girl, new blog. I made the switch from Blogger to WordPress. I hope you will keep following me at chasingcozy.com, my new blog home!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Pardon the Absence
My love affair with words started so long ago, I can hardly remember. And, oh, how often they have had their brutal way with me.
Yet, from time to time, I find the wisdom to stop manipulating them with selfish motives. I feel them fly with enigmatic speed and grace through my fingers on a mission of their own. If, in that precarious moment, I propel them on, using every ounce of energy I have to champion their already considerable mission, instead of trying to rip them off of their course to serve my story, it is then that my life is made more whole by what they leave in their wake.
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On a high level, this is why I have been a bit absent from Aptly Matched as of late. I have been working on some plans for writing that are leaving me feeling more energized, more alive. Specifically, a new blog is in the works (among other plans). I will offer more details in the weeks to come, but I wanted to touch base with those of you who check in here regularly. Hopefully, you will stick around to see what is in store!
Until soon,
Lacy J
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
At 11:00pm on December 31st
Sure. New Years was 11 days ago. I know.
Justin and I had, perhaps, the lowest key New Years Eve ever. And it was amazing.
We spent the day celebrating Christmas with my family. There was an evening outing to see the Descendants (great movie!) at the Esquire with my sister and brother-in-law. Parked in an empty Lowes parking lot, we opened the sun roof of the Mini, stared at the stars, and prayed in thanks for 2011 and hope for 2012. By 10:30 we were back at my parents' house to ring in the night and year with my folks and my three beautiful nieces. The girls were hitting their wall at about 11:00pm. So an hour early, we put on our hats, grabbed our noise makers, and headed out to the streets to shout "HAPPY NEW YEAR" and celebrate. I want our 2012 to be about learning to prioritize the right things, and an hour before midnight on December 31st, 2011 the most important thing was celebrating with the girls' giggles and awe at our little celebration. The time on the clock was of no significance, it was the New Year.
We went inside, tucked them in. Mom, Pops, Just, and I watched the ball drop the snuck off to bed.
2012 is going to be good.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Reminiscent of Goonies?
I made nearly this same face two years ago. See?!
The Facebook commentary that followed:
Dan made me post this picture. Cranium can be very taxing. — withJustin DiSabatino. |
And now, time to end on a blurry, over processed picture from Hipstamatic (before I
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Nothing Apt or Matched about it... Just Random
Today our Ellie pup is one year old. The photo above is of the day we brought her home. She'll always be a little pup to us. Seriously, that dog can never know how much she has meant to me this last year with Justin's deployment. And what about that face is not to love?!
The Bloggess wrote this post on depression. It is without a doubt the best thing I have read on the internet in a really long time (and I love the internet). It is so indescribably worth your time. She then wrote this equally beautiful and painful follow up post. It is so easy to feel like the only one to have struggled with depression. We never are.
One of the many gifts Justin's parents gave us for Christmas is a WoodWick candle called French Patisserie. It is a crack candle that makes our whole apartment smell like heaven. We will probably buy a million more of them just in case WoodWick decides to discontinue. Please WoodWick, don't do such a thing.
I want to do this for Horus. I am not just saying that. I really do. Stay tuned. More to come on cats and leashes and it is sure to be good.
And because (as previously mentioned) I love the internet, two hilarious links to boot:
Conversation snippet #2: Songs that get you in the mood (The Weed)
Amendment @ 5:04pm: I CAN'T BELIEVE I forgot this the first time I posted this, buuuut... JUSTIN HAS A JOB! Thanks for all of the prayers and scouting from our loved ones. Full post to follow.
Amendment @ 5:04pm: I CAN'T BELIEVE I forgot this the first time I posted this, buuuut... JUSTIN HAS A JOB! Thanks for all of the prayers and scouting from our loved ones. Full post to follow.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
The House Saga: Part III
(Check out house saga posts numero uno y dos here, and here.)
The house hunt continued. And there were two houses that we came close to buying. The first (pictured above) I will keep short and sweet. We loved the house, we loved the street, and we were ready to go when the seller started being a bit sketchy about an issue with the chimney. If they were being sketchy about this, we wondered what else they may be being sketchy about, so we walked away.
The house hunt continued. And there were two houses that we came close to buying. The first (pictured above) I will keep short and sweet. We loved the house, we loved the street, and we were ready to go when the seller started being a bit sketchy about an issue with the chimney. If they were being sketchy about this, we wondered what else they may be being sketchy about, so we walked away.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Cheese makes me mean
I could be delicate and subtle, but try as I may that has never really been something I do well, so I am just going to lay it out there...
I have gained 25 pounds since Justin came home in September.
25 pounds.
In three-and-a-half months.
Twenty.
Five.
And for the first time in my life I am really noticing how much my food affects my moods. I have read books on this before, but never really noticed any correlation between what I eat and how I feel other than purely physical sensations such as bloated (what a gross word), stuffed, gluttonous. Sure, I have been self conscious because of weight gain, but I am not talking about that. I am talking about sharp mood swings as I process my food.
I mean dairy and sugar make you fat. Isn't that enough cruelty? You gain weight and feel gross after you eat them, but for a few splendid moments of savory delight, sometimes it is worth it. But now, now, now, they have to go and make me bitchy and angry?! C'mon.
So the past few months have been a bit much for me. My clothes are tight. I am self conscious, and as a kicker, I am moody as all get out. The more I pay attention to my food and my moods, the more the connection is clear.
Justin has been having a similar experience (minus the moodiness) and so we decided it was time for our health to trump our taste buds.
For six months we are adhering to a new diet. Six months. A large but manageable goal, and we can make any long term decisions about our diets from there. For now, we just need to get to control of our bodies.
The rules:
No dairy (or any products made with dairy)
No sweets (except for the occasional high percentage dark chocolate, or hard candy when I get the shakes in the afternoon)
No caffeine (yes, the withdrawl headaches have been hellacious)
Limited red meat (me only, Justin isn't ready to let this one go just yet. Or, he'd like to note, probably ever)
Gymin' it at least 4 times a week
We are only three days in, and we are already feeling better just purging some of the ungodly things we have been digesting for the past few months.
Wish us luck!
I have gained 25 pounds since Justin came home in September.
25 pounds.
In three-and-a-half months.
Twenty.
Five.
And for the first time in my life I am really noticing how much my food affects my moods. I have read books on this before, but never really noticed any correlation between what I eat and how I feel other than purely physical sensations such as bloated (what a gross word), stuffed, gluttonous. Sure, I have been self conscious because of weight gain, but I am not talking about that. I am talking about sharp mood swings as I process my food.
I mean dairy and sugar make you fat. Isn't that enough cruelty? You gain weight and feel gross after you eat them, but for a few splendid moments of savory delight, sometimes it is worth it. But now, now, now, they have to go and make me bitchy and angry?! C'mon.
So the past few months have been a bit much for me. My clothes are tight. I am self conscious, and as a kicker, I am moody as all get out. The more I pay attention to my food and my moods, the more the connection is clear.
Justin has been having a similar experience (minus the moodiness) and so we decided it was time for our health to trump our taste buds.
For six months we are adhering to a new diet. Six months. A large but manageable goal, and we can make any long term decisions about our diets from there. For now, we just need to get to control of our bodies.
The rules:
No dairy (or any products made with dairy)
No sweets (except for the occasional high percentage dark chocolate, or hard candy when I get the shakes in the afternoon)
No caffeine (yes, the withdrawl headaches have been hellacious)
Limited red meat (me only, Justin isn't ready to let this one go just yet. Or, he'd like to note, probably ever)
Gymin' it at least 4 times a week
We are only three days in, and we are already feeling better just purging some of the ungodly things we have been digesting for the past few months.
Wish us luck!
Monday, January 2, 2012
Pat, Justin, Josh, and James
Six months ago I wrote here about how lucky I was to have three awesome friends from high school that I still connect with in a pretty indescribable way. Turns out Justin is just as lucky. On our Christmas trip to Delaware, we met up with his three best friends he has known since middle school (show offs), and in hearing the four of them laugh together, I feel like I know him more.
In a really great way.
Even though they all cheat at Uno.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Christmas Eve 2011
This year Justin and I celebrated our first Christmas actually together. Christmas one we did separately with our families, and Christmas two (our first married) was during Justin's deployment. I got the call that he had made it to Iraq safely on Christmas day. Needless to say, with him being home this year we felt there was truly something to be celebrated.
I worked right up through Friday, but we hit the road towards Delaware immediately following our night at the tracks. We drove a few hours Friday night, and then did most of the jaunt on Saturday.
As part of my Christmas gift Justin had booked us a night at a B&B in Lancaster, PA so that we could celebrate Christmas and exchange gifts just us, before heading into the weekend chock-full of family festivities. When we arrived at the Fassitt Mansion (Across The Way Bed and Breakfast) we found it vacant. We were able to get in the front door, but not a soul was around. Justin called the number listed on the reservation to find that there had been a miscommunication between the fellow who does the online booking and the fellow who runs the inn. The Fassitt Mansion was supposed to be closed.
Here is where I express the utmost gratitude to the nicest, most considerate (not to mention trusting) innkeeper on the face of the planet. He gave us a tour of the building over the phone and let us stay anyway. Repeat: There was no one there and he let us stay anyway.
Of all nights, on Christmas eve, room was made at the Inn.
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