Sparkle.

It's almost the weekend. Until then.... Keep Calm and Sparkle.  

Can't sorry.

That's my excuse for anything I don't want to do today. Including homework.

Justttt kidding. Pool first, homework later.

Happy Memorial Day:) 

Bear.

I'd like to introduce you to my sister bear and bff, Emily. We are attached at the hip despite our five year age difference. Everyone thinks I'm older because I'm the "serious" one, but she is, in fact, older, ha.

You can often find us wandering the aisles of Marshalls and Forever 21, and driving around aimlessly trying to decide where to eat dinner. I cherish our bond, and although I know we'll eventually grow up and have our own families, we will always be sisters, and best friends. And if those life plans don't pan out, we have a Plan B. We will live in a beach house and be old maids together :)

Choices.

Ummm.... Can I have a few more minutes to decide? 

Random.

Loving my new seafoam green nails.

Happy Monday!!

Vintage.

Here's a little vintage LC for your Thursday. I won't even tell you how many times a week my sister and I still say this quote to each other {ridiculous, yet insightful}. But between all the hair twirling and backstabbing, I gained some useful knowledge from "The Hills," the most important thing being: Don't date a guy who wears combat boots to the beach!! {Seriously, Justin Bobby, what were you thinking?}



Happiness.

Oh Disney, how I love thee. Two years ago my parents took my sister and I to Disney World for the first time. Nevermind that we were grown adults with real jobs and such, we were going to Disney!!! My parents said they wanted to do one more family trip before we both got married and had kids {haa, sorry mom and dad, don't hold your breath!}. It was the best week ever, we were like kids in a candy store; stalking the Disney princesses and riding "It's a Small World" a million times. It was great for my sister and I to spend quality time with my parents since we don't get to see them very much, and it was fun to experience our childhood dreams come true! I think we actually appreciated it more as adults. What they say is true, it really is the happiest place on earth. 

Patience.

Happy Sunday! When I read this post I may or may not have absolutely, positively bawled my eyes out. I'm so glad I got to hug my grandma today :) It's too sweet not to share so here ya go... 
(reblogged from paris2london.tumblr.com)

A sweet lesson on patience.

A NYC Taxi driver wrote: I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked..

 ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. ‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’ ‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’ ‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.. ‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. ‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. ‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse. ‘Nothing,’ I said ‘You have to make a living,’ she answered. ‘There are other passengers,’ I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. ‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’ I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life.. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Truth.

This week has been less than stellar, but in less than 24 hours I will have a {very} rare weekend off and I could not be more excited. Every day I've been thinking if I can just get through {this}, I'll reward myself with {that}. It's made the dull activities tolerable, although I probably shouldn't have rewarded myself with a cupcake {or 2} after working out. Anyways, I think I'll be a much nicer person after a mani/pedi and some birthday cake from my grandma. Cheers to the weekend :)

just a thought.