A Blog Tutorial

If you aren't a computer geek and/or don't really pay attention to Blogger news then you might not know that Blogger has replaced much of the way HTML coding works on its site. Many things have changed but one of the peskiest glitches is that the grab code under buttons no longer shows up. So when you have a section on your sidebar telling bloggers to grab your button, well, there's no way for them to do that because the coded section has disappeared. You might not have even noticed, so go check yours out now! 

I'll wait...

If yours is still there then congrats, this blog post doesn't pertain to you and you'll be bored to tears.

But if yours has decided to peace out on you (or you don't have a button and just really want one) then stick around and learn how to fix it (or add it to your blog) yourself. You'll feel pretty smart once you're finished. And that's a guarantee. 

Create a button for your blog, le duh. If you don't know how to do this, well then you're crap out of luck because my brain can only handle one tutorial at a time. Here's mine (shameless shout out to myself, don't mind me).

Find the URL to your button. You can do this easily by uploading it to Photobucket. 

This is the portion you will be using once you upload your picture.

Copy the following code and replace each of the bolded items with the appropriate links to your own blog and button.

YOUR BUTTON'S URL: This will be the portion you grabbed from step two

YOUR BLOG TITLE: Just as you would write it. Mine would be "Two Thirds Hazel"

YOUR BLOG URL: Your website link. Mine would be "http://www.twothirdshazel.com"

<center><!--grab button header -->

<div class="grab-button" style="width: 250px; margin: 0 auto;">

<img src="YOUR BUTTON'S URL" alt="Grab button for YOUR BLOG TITLE" width="250" height="250" />

<!--end grab button header -->

<!-- button code box -->

  <div style="margin: 0;

        padding: 0;

        border: 1px solid gray;

        width: 100px;

        height: 100px;

        overflow: scroll;">

&lt;div class="YOUR BLOG TITLE" style="width: 250px; margin: 0 auto;">

&lt;a href="YOUR BLOG URL" rel="nofollow">

&lt;img src="YOUR BUTTON'S URL" alt="YOUR BLOG TITLE" width="250" height="250" />

&lt;/a>

&lt;/div>

</div> <!--end grab-button --></div><center>

Once you've replaced all of the links you'll need to copy it and then add it your sidebar.

The steps to get it on there are as follows....

Click on your blog

Click "Layout" 

Click "Add a Gadget"

Scroll down to find the "HTML/JavaScript" gadget

Paste the code into the box and click save.

Sit back and stare at your pretty button and tell people they can grab it now.

Congratulations you little computer genius - you did it!

<div class="Two Thirds Hazel" style="width: 250px; margin: 0 auto;">
<a href="http://www.twothirdshazel.com" rel="nofollow">
<img src="http://i1244.photobucket.com/albums/gg561/eringray89/200by200_zps4f8cfd39.png" alt="Two Thirds Hazel" width="250" height="250" />
</a>
</div>

Let's Talk About Sex

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Bedsider.org. All opinions are my own.

Okay I'm slightly kidding. My grandmother would probably have my head if I were to actually get down and dirty like that on my blog. So instead let's talk about the genius invention that is birth control. You know that important and easy thing that Farrah, Maci, Kailyn, Jenelle, and Leah all decided to forget about when they were twelve sixteen? Yeah, that.

I never quite realized how strongly I felt about this subject until Teen Mom came crawling into my life a few years ago. In the beginning, I was horrified that a show like this would actually be airing on tv. Then I was horrified that I was actually watching and enjoying a show like this on tv. Maybe it was the "I love little babies" part of me or maybe it was the "I love watching crazies be crazy on national television" part of me. Yeah, it was definitely the latter. It was all fun and games in the beginning. I laughed at how dumb Farrah was, I got all mushy gushy every time Bentley said "I wuv you mawma!", I died inside a little more at every arrest of Jenelle. But then one day it hit me and I was like holy crap this isn't just good tv, these are real kids with real lives and (for the most part) they're pretty darn screwed up - just because they didn't take birth control.

Had I made the same poor decision that all these teen moms did at sixteen by not taking bc I would have an eight year old by now. WHAAAAT?! That's a third grader. One that not only walks and talks, but one that can probably multiply small digits in his head and write paragraphs in Mandarin Chinese. And then I think, wow, I still feel (and most of the time look) like a third grader myself. Would I have ever had my own childhood had I gotten pregnant that young? Would I have had a prom, a college let alone high school diploma? Would I have funneled beers? Would I have been a cheerleader, a dean's list student, a DKNY intern? Would I even be living in New York City right now? Probably not.

My entire journey through life could have been completely altered had I been uneducated and/or careless about my birth control methods. I'm thankful that I was educated and that I wasn't careless but not all women out there can say the same. And that's why I was all over it when Bedsider asked me to share my opinions on the subject. The company is operated by The National Campaign to Prevent Teen and Unplanned Pregnancy and its goal is to help women better manage their bc options thus preventing them from getting pregnant until they are ready. Sounds like a no-brainer to me!

What isn't such a no-brainer, though, is choosing the right option for you. It's kind of like picking out a cereal in the mile long aisle at the grocery store. Do I want Frosted Flakes or do I want Lucky Charms? There are so many different options to choose from but at the end of the day they all serve the same purpose. Cereal to nourish you and birth control to keep those pesky tadpole swimmers at bay. Personally, I have always chosen the pill. It's not invasive, it works, it's discrete, and I'm an OCD/planning freak so it's easy for me to remember to take it. I have many friends who can't remember to even shower themselves let alone take a pill every damn day, so it's not right for everyone. Head over here to find out which method is best for you if you need help deciding. And if you don't currently use bc then call me up when you pop out your kid in nine months and I'll come nanny for you. I kid, I kid. No pun intended.

P.S. Bedsider is also currently holding a Pinterest contest! 
The rules are as follows:

• Follow Bedsider.org on Pinterest.
• Create your own Pinterest board titled, “What’s in My Bedsider Drawer?”
• Repin this rules pin found here and at least one Bedsider’s 15 contest images found here from their board titled, “What’s in My Bedsider Drawer?” Be sure to tag each pin with the hashtag, #BedsideDrawer.
• Pin at least 5 additional images to represent your ideal bedside drawer. Tag each pin with the hashtag, #BedsideDrawer.
• Share your board’s URL on the Bedsider’s Facebook page here. Make sure to enter by 11:59 PM PST on May 29, 2013!

Every girl has that bedside drawer that holds the bedroom essentials: their Kindle, a pair of reading glasses, sexy lingerie. – whatever fits their personality. No matter what your drawer says about you, there’s birth control that will fit right in. Find the best method for your routine and style at Bedsider.org.

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Bedsider.org.

Weekend Update: Poppin' Bottles

I always feel completely wiped out whenever I get back from a weekend-long trip home. There just simply isn't enough time for two five hour bus rides in a three day span. It is 2013, why haven't we figured out how to transport yet? I swear I would never complain about anything ever again if I had that ability. Except for when Psy comes onto my tv and jumps around waving his arm around like he's on a bucking bronco. I'd rather give myself paper cuts with an entire ream of paper if it meant never having to see or hear from that Looney Toon ever again.

But this post is about my weekend and not the Billboard Music Awards so I won't tell you how awkward Taylor Swift looks with her literal dance moves right now (hello making an 'X' with her arms when singing about ex-boyfriends? howww creative) but I will tell you about what I've been up to since Friday.

First things first: obviously I played with my little lady pup, Leah.

Should I stop talking about puppies yet? I feel like I annoy my own self with how often I tell you guys how much I want a dog. She doesn't look too thrilled to be posing with me because she thought I was about to hose her down and give her a bath. Nope, just using you as a blog prop my dear, don't you worry.

Later that day my mom, Grama, and I went to a winery down the road from my house for a late Mother's Day lunch since I couldn't see them last weekend. 

I got an amazing pulled pork sandwich (and ate it with a fork while completely ignoring the bread) and had a couple glasses of Riesling. Perfect lunch if I do say so myself. It was a pretty cloudy day which sucked since it was supposed to be mid seventies and sunny (welcome to Upstate NY where the weather men are on crack 99% of the time) but the scenery made up for the lack of sunshine. The Wisteria was gorgeous and it was ev-er-y-where so I took full advantage and whipped out my camera quite frequently.

Later that night it was party time for my besty, Heather, who turned 25 last week. She's officially an adult at this age (18 feels more like 8 to me at this point in life; 25 works better) so it was about time to go all out. Our first stop was at a new Hibachi place in Ithaca which was nothing short of the bomb dot com. You know when Ratatouille eats good food for the first time and fireworks go off in his mouth? It went a little something like that at dinner.

I ate a baby elephant sized portion of chicken and steak and shrimp and veggies and salad and soup and beer and ice cream cake. So much that I had to take my belt off right then and there in my chair. Which then led me to forgetting it when we got up and left the restaurant. Nothing like having to go back to the hibachi place to get your belt because you were too fat to wear it at dinner...I'm such a class act.

Speaking of class acts - we all hopped into a stretch limo after dinner to hit the town and bar hop for the rest of the night. I even bought some pink bottles of champagne to really relish in the entirety of it.

But don't you worry, I had two 18 racks of Bud and Miller Light sitting next to me after I got bored of being a lady. Me and my beer, I just need to have it. But right now my eyeballs need some allergy drops as much as Justin Bieber needs to be muzzled before ever going on stage to accept another award so I'm outta here. I hope you all had fabulous weekends yourselves!

P.S. Linking up with Sami.

Things I Think While Wining

If you missed Part One of this fun new game I like to play then shame on you at least you're here now. These are the types of posts that are born from me snuggling up on my couch, dranking some wine, and watching crap tv. If a thought comes into my head - I write it down here. And that is how the game is played. It's as simple and easy as that. Let's get to it.

1. I'm getting fed up that I constantly lose my place in my Facebook feed. I never know where I left off and can never tell what I have or haven't seen because half of the crap on there is Instagram pics. I get confused to all heck because I'm like "I know I saw that plate of fresh fruit with a heart doodled around it but did I see it on Insta or on here...hmmm, you better answer correctly or you might miss out on yet another engagement announcement or potty training update." And that right there would be some sort of tragedy my friends.

2. Oh and speaking of Facebook - this new trend of making Facebook pages for INFANTS?! Umm no.  Twenty seven and half times over - no. You should not have a Facebook account before you reach Middle School let alone one before you've even taken your first shit in a diaper. Stop with the mayhem.

3. And one other thing about Instagram - I like my Instas square and plain. No heart shapes, no circle shapes, no doodles, no excessive shiny sparkles. I'm a Grinch about it and I'm perfectly okay with that.

Moving away from my thoughts on social media...because I do think about other things in life. I promise.

4. Ring Pops are damn good. So are Hint of Lime Tostitos. I should probably make myself a real dinner. Then again...maybe not.

5. Obviously Meredith Grey isn't going to die on the table or turn into a vegetable. Let's get real people. Jackson saving this little girl with one pink shoe on though? He could probably die so Shondra Rhimes you better not kill off the hottest man on this show, you hear me?! P.S. KISS THE DAMN GIRL KAREV.

6. I'm not ready for summer. (say whaaaaat?) Yes it's true. I actually despise being hot. You know how I've been complaining about allergies? Yeah well I'll continue to complain just as much about being muggy and sticky and greasy and not being able to blow dry my hair without passing out too. I'm a real peach aren't I? I'm pretty sure my heat level is always ten degrees higher than the average human in the summer as well as ten degrees colder than average in the winter. I thrive in mild temperatures. Like some sort of bacteria. Give me 65 and mostly sunny and you can get me to do just about anything.

7. I get ridiculously freaked out whenever I'm around insane people. For instance the dude I came in contact with today who had white paint all over his head and was screaming obscenities at the bus driver to "Just go the eff already"? Yeah, I assume he's about to whip out a machete and hack my head off. I lived though so we're good.

8. These 19 year olds wreaking havoc on our world piss me the hell off. The suspect of the Mother's Day shooting is 19, as is the one from the Boston bombings. You are 19 years old, go do a keg stand or get arrested for pissing in public. Stop the mass violence!

9. It's rather ridiculous that I still take my laundry home at the age of almost 24. And I do mean "take it home" as in on a five hour bus ride from NYC to Ithaca. That is just sad. But what would be more sad is hanging out in a public laundromat in the city to do it. Yeah no thanks. I'd rather sit on the machete wielding guy's lap for an hour.

10. I do not want to "come and get it" Selena Gomez so please, I beg of you, get out of my head! I would like to back my azz up with Whitney though because it's Friday. Hollaaa! This one goes back to my cheerleading days when we would all line up on the court to welcome the basketball players in for warm ups. Nine out of ten times they would come in to Til I Collapse by Eminem. Anytime I ever hear the song now I am immediately taken back to those days in the gym. It's so hardcore, I love it. If I ever worked out, I'd do it to this song. But since I don't it can just hang out on my blog with me while I stuff my face.

Going A Little Cray Today

Do you ever have those moments or days or, hell, WEEKS that simply just don't go your way? Nothing catastrophic happens. Nothing detrimental to your life. Nothing that you'd write home about or even remember happening the next day. Just all those little mishaps that frustrate you to no end and cause you to want to smack your head against the wall and take a nap...for a very long while.

Yeah, well that's been my life for the past week. I could probably blame most of it on being a girl (cough cough, hello sucky time of the month) or on being completely miserable from being forced to hang out with my allergies 24/7 but I'm about done.

It starts out pretty simple. I can't unscrew a jar of pickles or I can't get the remote to work because something is in the way of the cable box. Then it gets a little worse. I stub my toe on the coffee table and then spill water all over the floor. Then I drop my teeny little allergy pill in the carpet and I'd lose it in the pile. Then I try to take a shower but the water won't get hot. Then I put toothpaste on my toothbrush and it falls off into the sink while trying to turn the water on. Then the garbage bag gets stuck in the actual garbage can because there's that ridiculous metal wire lip therefore ripping the bag and leaking crap all over the place. Then I try to take it down to the garbage room anyway and have to wait more than 30 seconds (gasp!) for the elevator. Then I attempt to put dishes away but the bowls weren't flipped over while drying so there's still water hanging out in them, but of course I don't realize that until it's all over my brand new dress. Fabulous!

And the list goes on and on. All the stupid little things add up and my level of frustration reaches the point where I just yell "HOLY EFF" loud enough for the next door neighbors to hear yet I don't give a crap because obviously the world is against me at this point anyway.

Why am I telling you this? I have no idea. Maybe so that I can find one or two of you out there that know the exact feeling and can tell me that I'm not crazy for having the patience of a puppy. That's the great thing about blogging. I can come here and write about pretty much anything and I know there will  be at least someone out there that can relate. I think that's probably my most favorite thing I've gained out of joining this crazy community. That even though we sometimes feel completely alone when we say something weird and random like "I only shampoo my roots and condition my ends" there will at least be one person sitting behind their own computer nodding their head saying "Yup, that's me." or "Jeez I thought I was the only one." But no, we all somehow come together - for the good days and the bad days, the happiest moments and the frustrating moments.

Thanks for listening to my complaining rampage of a rant today. Here's to warm showers, non-stubbed toes, and garbage bags that stay intact. And as a way to cheer us all up after that downer of a post (can I even call it that?) let's have ourselves a puppy picture. Because you should expect nothing else from me. Yay for furbabies that look like teddy bears!

The Day My Dad Took Over

This all started when I offered my dad to do a guest post on my blog. He has made appearances here and there with his butter cats but he's never actually had his own words written on here before. Well that's all about to change rather quickly. Because yesterday I received an EIGHT PAGE word document for his post. Granted half of it was empty space or pictures but still, I opened up the email and went "Oh boy, what did I just get myself into." But it's good and it also shows you a bit of the life I lived before I moved away from home.

He decided to write about city vs. country life because I was born and raised in Upstate New York where there are quite a few corn fields and cow farms but I now obviously live in NYC aka "The Big City" to my father. Here's his take on why the country wins the battle (battle for what, I'm not sure) and a few of my thoughts scattered somewhere in-between.

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Do you really think "THE BIG CITY" rules Upstate NY?
I'm “Dad, Pops or Mr. Kim” you decide and I'm here to tell you why it doesn't! (Yes, my dad's name is Kim. He is a he, not a she and no, I do not have any idea what my nana was thinking when she named him.)

Well first of all, let me start out by saying how proud I am of my daughter for being “real” and I love, love reading about her journey in the big city (aww, my dad loves me). Out of all things in parental teaching I would say this is one of the most important things that I had hoped to pass on as a parent. If a person wants to truly achieve self-confidence then they should be judged by others on who they truly are and not be scared of being real! 

Ok enough of that. I have a beef (beef? what is this 2001?) with my daughter’s big city world and I want to set things straight! She is only considered "country" to the big city dwellers. I am sure the way she grew up in upstate NY would be considered "city" to a real backwoods county dweller. 

Let me give you a taste of fun away from the hustle and bustle. By the way, many of the true NYC dwellers consider upstate NY to be anything north of the “Big City”. Please people, there's another 80% of the state to explore up here! Erin didn't even grow up in the real country backwoods. I mean...this is the house we built. (and he really does mean 'we' as in me and my family, no general contractors - the contractor was my dad.)

Yep that little girl had to help build the retaining wall you see there (that grey rocky area for those who have no idea what a retaining wall is). She had the easy job of pushing the 43 lb stones down a slide for me and her brother to pick up. I bet she only weighed 65 lbs at the time. (someone call the child abuse police, and stat)

Anyway, back to the fun parts - check this experience out! While setting up the fence around my garden I threw the leftover fence section into the weeds and low and behold it fell on one of the very creatures I had intended on keeping out of the garden, “be it a small version”.

Yep that's a baby deer! I grabbed it from under the fence while it was trying to get away to make sure it wasn't hurt. All the time I was looking over my shoulder to make sure mommy wasn't coming to kick my ass... I showed it to my wife and then let it go. Mom and baby were roaming the property for the next month or so. Now how does that compare to seeing a Broadway show in the city? I have seen both. Kats (it's "Cats" dad, who are you a Kardashian?) is not worth as much as holding a fawn that is only hours old. (okay okay I'll give this one to him but he saw Cats which sucked - try Wicked next time)

That’s not all the nature on the property. Let’s talk about the our back yard pond. I'm pretty sure no kid growing up in Manhattan had one of these! (touché dad, touché) It's a nice pond that keeps some monsters very happy. Check this one out:

This guy can be heard at night along with the peepers but they are both FAR less annoying than the sirens and beeping and jack hammering of the city. (wrong, the peepers make me go MENTAL whenever I'm home)

Now Erin will tell you she hated going in the pond when the seed weed (that’s what she called it) (I don't remember this...) came to the top. What she didn’t realize was that seed weed was cover for the fish babies that need to hide from the other monster in the pond. Aka the big fish.

Don’t get scared girls this fish is only 18” (oh yea, ONLY 18", aka the size of my entire torso) and it doesn’t come after you when you are swimming in the pond.

Beautiful right! Does the pond serve any other needs you may ask? What’s that treehouse structure in the background you ask? Well that is a half section of a 32’ smoothed face SDR 45 stormwater pipe. (because every lifestyle and fashion blogger out there knows what that means, right?) Yes Erin, I had to get some construction into the post! We have a pump to pump water down the slide through a hose which prevents your ass from burning on that hot heat absorbing black pipe on your way down it. You won't find one of these in Central Park, ladies!

And yes you do also see a zip line! I built it for the kids and their friends to use. Who am I kidding I build it for myself! It attaches to our deck so you can take off from there and make your way across the yard and drop into the pond. (or slip off of it and drop on your back in the yard if your name is Laura)

I do however wonder how the little girl in the below picture became such a princess. Yes that’s the princess on the slide heading into the mud because she couldn’t wait for the pond to totally fill and settle out. So impatient then and still to this day at times! (see my dad thinks I'm a princess but I'm not - you all know that by now with my beer drinking / sports bar dwelling ways)

Whenever I visit the city my daughter loves to kindly tell (aka bitch and nag) her father when I'm looking at the high rises and touristy things that I am going too slow!  She says in the way only a NYC dweller can say “you sight see-ers slow the city down”. (duh, this is absolutely true - sidewalks are for walking and you stopping to take a picture in the middle of one is going to make me late!) 

Okay well let me tell you something...little Erin came home not too long ago and while getting out of the car she stopped and began gazing at the sky and the stars and said “wow look at all the stars out tonight”! (I think it was more along the lines of "Wow I really miss the stars" but for the sake of storytelling I'll let it slide) I saw what she was looking at, and being the smart ass I am, my quick response was "Come on Erin what the hell are you looking at, we need to get to dinner and you’re making us late!" I then said "Those stars are better than anything man can build!" It’s too bad you can’t see them in the city and smell the freshness we smell while looking at our natural city lights. I love catching her at her own game! 

I could go on and on but I will take over her blog and soon I will have more followers than her, ha-ha! (this could probably be true, and that's the scary part) I don’t read her blog all the time but I will say when I do I don’t only love reading her blog but also I love reading YOUR comments. It’s great that there is a hidden family in this blog world! I still think my own family is the best though.

Blog on bloggers,
Mr. Kim

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And that concludes today's guest post from my dear old dad. Surprisingly enough, it only took me about ten minutes to correct a few of his spelling and grammar mistakes. That is a win for him! Thank you dad for coming and sharing your story with the blog world today. I love that you read my blog and send me texts of blog advice and things that you think could help me grow. I will always be a "country girl" at heart but even this blog post can't convince me that the "big city" doesn't rule.

Oh and to anyone reading -  you heard the man - he likes reading your comments more than my own posts so leave him something to come back to! 

Loving Lately

     One // He looks like a little bat and I'd just like to scoop him up and snuggle him forever.

     Two // I couldn't tell you what this animal is but I can tell you that I love his gold glittered antlers.

     Three // If you are a man and you give me flowers you should go with peonies. The easiest way to my heart (besides a beer).

     Four // I don't really love baked sweets but this one looks too sweet not to eat. Look at my rhyming away.

     Five // If only I could look like a hot mess and still be as bad ass as this chick.

     Six // Give me this now. Like "I might track this bitty down and rip the outfit off of her" now.

     One // Where do people find these vintage-inspired pieces? I think I need to head upstate for some garage sailing because I'm in love.

     Two // I don't have a husband but if I did you can bet that you'd find these on my bed.

     Three // Oh hello creamy neutrals and pops of pink, I think I'd really like to have you in my closet.

     Four // About that no husband thing? I want one just so I can wear this backless bow dress. 

     Five // And then I could carry this glittered bouquet of flowers around all day and not look like an idiot.

     Six // Thank you little sign, I think I will do just that. You are a wise one my friend.

     One // Drop the bowl and trot your little tushy right on over to me and my beating heart. I will love you.

     Two // I'll even let you sleep in my bed. It might not be as cozy as this one but we can dream together.

     Three // So that thing about me loving neutrals? Yeah, here we are again...

     Four // But this color blue by Benjamin Moore, oh my my how I love thee. So calming.

     Five // Eleanor Roosevelt you are one smart lady.

     Six // If your bathroom is as pretty as this one don't be surprised if I shack up in your bathtub.

     P.S. Linking up with Jackie for Falling For Friday!

A Weekend And A Doggy

This is where I'm supposed to tell you about my weekend but my weekend was nothing short of uneventful and everything short of exciting. I decided to keep things really low key because my allergies have been kicking my ass lately. But I'm sure you already knew that, especially if you follow me on twitter. I'm really annoying when I'm sick, sorry about it. I've basically downed the entire allergy aisle of the drug store and I'd rather rip my own eyeballs out than have a free Blue Moon tap installed in my kitchen. That last part was obviously a lie. But I'd say that gives you a pretty damn good idea of how annoyed I am with the pollen floating around Manhattan. No, annoyed isn't quite the right word. Pissed is more like it. Real pissed. And that's exactly why I did nothing but hang out INside away from the agony inducing particles all weekend. Awesome, I know.

FRIDAY:

I crafted with my little man at work to make a Mother's Day present for his mommy. I snapped him into his high chair, taped some paper down onto his tray, and let him paint away. Aka watched him stick his purple and pink covered fingers into his mouth, and hair, and eyes and look absolutely perplexed as to why I wasn't feeding him bananas instead. But I worked some magic with a pair of scissors and a roll of tape and created a construction paper pot of flowers. His momma loved it so that's all that really mattered at the end of the day.

I ate a bit too much this past week (thank you girly problems) so I decided to take a stroll home instead of taking the subway to work off a few lbs. 70 blocks later and I had seen about 17 of these hippo trucks, which obviously reminded me of my Whitopotamus bff, which obviously made me really sad. But the sadness could only last so long because I finally got a good view of her donk on the back end of one and my day was made. If only are behinds could look as good as Whitty's...

I finally arrived at my destination for the night and couldn't help but be amazed (once again) by the unbelievable views that this city has to offer. They never get old, even after three and a half years of living here. I really don't think that'll ever change either. 

The streets come alive in the night time and the Empire State Building is the center of it all. The three levels and sides change color each night depending on the occasion that day. Pink for Valentine's Day, red and green for Christmas, blue and orange for a big Knicks win, etc. I have no idea what Friday was for but it looked pretty exciting nonetheless. 

It's pretty surreal to be watching Say Yes to the Dress in the living room while at the same time seeing the ESB all lit up through the window right beside it. This city I live in...it's pretty special.

SATURDAY:

I slept in really late because I was up ALL night itching my eyes out of their sockets. I look like a serious crack head when I wake up every morning. I think I might even scare the drunk homeless men with just the site of me. So I lounged around on the couch the majority of the day watching Harry Potter, bought more allergy meds, got caught in a thunderstorm outside, and babysat at night all while eating at least twenty of these damn balls from Katie throughout the day. They're a serious addiction. Don't try them unless you plan on making a triple batch. And then another quadruple batch after you finish off the first round...

SUNDAY:

I was sad because it was Mother's Day and for the past couple years both my mom and grama have come here to visit for it. But since I'm going home this coming weekend we never made plans for it to happen this year. So instead I just found some pictures of us and reminisced. 

This is all of us at a Mother's Day tea party when I was in Kindergarten. The 90's at its finest, let. me. tell. you. And look at those paper flowers I pinned on their shirts. Killer. Oh and that milk pouch down there in the bottom left corner? Those were my shit. Until you poked your straw straight through both layers and milk started spewing all over the place. Then things went sour. Literally.

This next one is a picture of all of us last year in Central Park. I come from a pretty good line of ladies, I must say. Love them like no other.

And now I'm ending the day with a Boscia face mask, some more ballz, and the season finale of Revenge (oh my heck - SO good!). Things are lookin' real cute over here...like a clown with the puffiest allergy ridden eyelids ever. I'm sure you're jealous.

But that's not all my friends. You didn't think I'd actually leave you with a picture like that, did you? Yikes. Instead, I'm going to end things with a puppy (shocker). But today it's not just one I randomly found and stole off the Internet...it's a real blog friend's dog. And she's not your average dog, just take a look for yourself. And then be sure to go check out her owner Kaylin while you're at it because she's not average either, she's actually pretty awesome. I think I took too many allergy pills...

P.S. Linking up with Sami.

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I'm Kaylin and I blog over at Stay Blonde, Ski Local.

I'm not quite as exciting as Erin, but I try.

If you hang around my blog I'll probably tell you more embarrassing stories, like the time I was naked in a castle, I'll probably show you what I was wearing for lack of creativity, and I'll probably show you a craft or two.

But what I really want to share with you is my puppy, not that Erin's blog lacks puppy pictures, because it doesn't, but because my Dog Zoey (why am I not addressing her by her name, that was dumb) is super cool and will jump off a diving board. 

I'm not even kidding- check it out!

And that's about the only cool thing she does, aside from act cute, run with me, and snuggle with me.

She's a one trick pony if you will.

Anyways- I just wanted to say hi.

Drop by SBSL (<--- it's a super fancy abbreviation for Stay Blonde, Ski Local) and stay a while, 

I'd love to hang out!!