Liar, liar…

Sunday, July 20, 2014
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I know that these pants look like camo, but they must be on fire, because I am a big, fat liar!  

Let me explain… 

I love doing interviews.  There is just something about feeling that people are actually interested in little old me that makes me glow a little bit, inside and out, so when The Grown Up Truth asked me for an interview, duh… I jumped at the chance.  

Now, I've got a pretty chronic case of Peter Pan Syndrome (I WON'T GROW UP!!!), so perhaps that was my first misstep, as The Grown Up Truth is a blog that's all about what it is like to adjust to life as an adult.  I'm pretty sure I'll never EVER become a real live grown up no matter how many candles are on my Birthday cake.  

Anywho, I totally lied during the interview.  I didn't mean to, but it happened.  

I had to fill-in-the-blanks for the sentence: "When I wake up in the morning, I always do these three things."

My answer: Look out the window to greet the day, wash my face, and kiss Soldier Boy goodbye for the day.

Why is this an issue?  Pshhhhhh, because those are the three things I WISH I did every morning.  The first three things I actually do in the morning are: ignore my alarm, roll over and stuff my head under my pillow, and repeatedly hit the snooze button until I know that I will either have to forgo hair, makeup, breakfast or a combination of any of the aforementioned.  

I have really got to get it together!  If you're interested in reading the interview, you can check it out HERE.  I promise that all of my other answers are as truthful as can be!  I may have Peter Pan Syndrome, but I'm only a small part Pinocchio! 

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Vacay time!

Friday, July 18, 2014

Ok… so first of all, GIFS are way too much fun.  

Secondly, I'm in ITALY!  Well, in these photos, I'm in my backyard, but for real life, I am in Italy with my mum and Soldier Boy and it's amazing!  I've been a bad, bad blogger and left my laptop at home, because as much as I love spending time in cyberspace, I want to enjoy the real world a bit, as well!  As a matter of fact, I've scheduled this post to go up all on it's own, as I shall likely be climbing Mount Vesuvius when it goes live!   

Ooooooh, I'm already hopped up on cappuccino and cannot WAIT to share travel stories and photos with you!  

While I am gone, I'd like to remind you that all of the Freebie Friday giveaways are still up for grabs, so be sure to enter into each of those!  If you have travel tips for me (I'll be in Rome, Naples, Pompeii, Sorrento, Positano, and Capri), please comment with them here and follow bits and pieces of this quick adventure on Instagram! 

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You can't believe everything you read on the internet…

Wednesday, July 16, 2014
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Dear Internet, 

You are a bloody, stinking, lying, b-word!  

Fix it!  

<3 One Disgruntled Surfer

Yes, tout le monde, the internet led me (and a car full of my nearest and dearest) astray last weekend.  It all happened on Thursday night.  Insomnia had sunk it's torturous, Sandman scaring fangs into me and wasn't showing any signs of letting go.  The time?  Near 2 AM.  My coping mechanism?  Facebook.  

I was merrily (as merrily as one who deeply craves but one thing and cannot have it despite hours of effort (cos laying in bed is hard work)) scrolling through my Facebook feed, when I came across THIS article.  A ton of cars rotting in a Belgian forest is super cool/creepy/perfect for an exploration and a photoshoot, right?  I hopped onto Google maps and discovered that the city this car graveyard is near is only a 2 hour drive from where I live, so I rounded up the usual suspects, we packed a picnic and hit the road on Saturday morning.  

Our first snag was that the above article, nay any other article we could find online gave coordinates on where this forest is actually located, though some articles state that the car graveyards are a big tourist spot and are easy to find.  Soldier Boy tracked down a satellite image that clearly show the cars in the woods, so we used that as a guide.  When we arrived at said spot, we found that it is at the edge of a giant field of cows.  We parked the car, ducked under a barbed wire fence (which I snagged my leather jacket on) and found… oooooh, just guess… 


In some of what I read, I found that there used to be 5 car graveyards, but that now only one remains, so instead of taking outfit photos with the car that we did find, we attempted to track down the other car graveyards, got hungry and bored fast, and headed home, which made me uber sad because I got rather dressed (in my snazzy new dress from SammyDress) up for an excursion of this type.  Luckily, the entrance to a series of underground tunnels built by Hitler during WWI is across the street from my house, so I used that as my background.  Please pardon the inconsistency of the photos here)  I'm off to Italy tomorrow and will have more fun travel snaps coming up!

Also, as I've been writing this post, I came across THIS article, which features photos of the exact same lone car that I snapped on our adventure! GRRRRRR, INTERNET!  

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Necklace from Urban Outfitters

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I have heard the mermaids singing…

Monday, July 14, 2014
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"I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each"- T.S. Eliot

This is the quote that comes to mind when I look at the above photos.  I just love mermaids.  The nice, sailor-saving, seashell bra-wearing, singing variety.  Not those gnarly, man-drowning harpies.  Anyway, I'm super proud of all of these snaps (especially those taken by Soldier Boy, who was clearly under the spell of some sort of mystical artistic being). 

I've wanted to go to Mont Saint-Michel since the summer of 2008.  I was studying abroad in Paris and had $800 to cover food, transportation, museums, school books, school supplies, school trips, etc.  I was broke.  And hungry (but I usually snagged bread and friends' leftovers if we were ever in a restaurant).  And when my parentally bankrolled friends spent their weekends at Disney Paris, Champagne country, the Cote d'Azure and Mont Saint-Michel, I decided to be content with Paris weekend life.  But I still wanted to explore.  

Luckily for me, I have reached a point where I am able to go see more bits and pieces of the world.  After a long drive from Germany through "Paris" and on to Normandy, Soldier Boy wasn't immediately thrilled with the idea of yet another day trip (read, more time for him to drive (since his car is his baby and I'm not allowed to drive it)), but when we arrived, a mere hour after leaving our hotel, he was charmed.  

How could you not be charmed by this place?  It's a giant medieval abbey/fortress/village on a hunk of land that is sometimes almost completely surrounded by water.  Aside from the gelato shops and kebab stands… and tourist trap museums… and souvenir shops, this piece of land is largely frozen in time.  

During the chunk of days we were out in this part of the world, the tide wasn't really doing anything spectacular.  It was very low when we arrived and we got to walk out in the sand, turned clay, turned sand again, turned clay so we got to walk way out away from the MSM and give our feet a nice clay mask before traipsing through the crowds (and crowds, and CROWDS) of tourists and up to the abbey.  By the time we made it to the top, the tide came in a bit and pictures that had been doodled in the sand by other wanderers were washed away as the moon pulled the water back to sea and the sand was once again a clean slate.  

Funny story about the photo ^ there: SB told me to run like Baywatch in slow motion and as I did, my strapless bra managed to fall down… which may or may not explain the look of pure joy on my face. 

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Blown away…

Saturday, July 12, 2014
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As promised yesterday, here are some more snaps from Utah Beach in Normandy.  For those of you who are just now joining my great overseas adventure, last weekend, Soldier Boy and I hightailed it to Normandy, France.  We'd initially wanted to go on 6-June for the 70-year anniversary of the D-Day invasions, but as we tend to travel extremely last minute, we couldn't find lodging and had to scrap out plans.  We spent the 4th of July in the American Military Cemetery in Normandy, just adjacent to Omaha Beach and it was ridiculously haunting.  

On this morning, we woke early and hopped in the car (we stayed in Carentan… there is a "Band of Brothers" episode based in this town, with is part of the reason that we decided to stay here), and planned to drive up to Utah Beach, Pointe du Hoc and end up on Omaha Beach.  We did exactly this, but added in a few museums and only ended up on Omaha Beach for a hot 2 minutes because it was a day full of sudden downpours and we were clearly not dressed for such weather. 

Utah Beach was our only rain-free stop and we spent hours climbing the bunkers, picking up shells, and watching the horses run around on the beach.  It was truly hard to imagine how different the beach must have looked 70 years ago, even with the bunkers still in place.  There was a letter, written by a girlfriend to her soldier boyfriend who was part of the invasion in the Utah Beach Memorial Museum that was found floating in the channel after the attack and managed to remain mostly preserved.  The last paragraph reads, "Darling, there are so many little things I would like to know about you so I would know things to write about, but know that when I see you we can talk about them, so I am starting a list so that someday when we are together, I won't forget to talk about them.  If the next time is the same as it was the last time, neither of us thought much about asking questions."

While it ends rather saucily, the sentiments are much the same as my sentiments last spring when Soldier Boy was deployed and kind of reminded me of looking through my grandparents' WWII letters last summer.  This day was definitely a lesson on how much things change, but how much they stay the same… 

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