Smoke signals: I'm still out there, I swear!

So, I went from Melbourne to Vegas to Boston and inched my way back. In a span of two weeks I travelled approximately 10,531 miles / 16,948 kilometres, gained a day and then lost another coming back, harassed my parents, shopped 'til I dropped, ate a lot, spent precious little time with loved ones and missed my husband like crazy. And, believe it or not, I missed you too.

I set out to blog way more than I actually accomplished -- but, I took loads of pictures with my trusty iPhone. Let's see what trouble I got into whilst tumbling through the U.S. of A.

American-sized pancakes -- gosh, they're big!

"If the mountain won't come to Muhammad then Muhammad must go to the mountain."

Sipping frozen hot chocolate with P-Cakes

A little Sephora action

Took a walk down memory lane. Visited my alma mater, Suffolk University

Dined with a few good friends

Satiated my bagel cravings

Christmas in Vegas

Visited Serendipity, again

Visited the "Strip"

Hauled a lot

And jetted off into the sunset

After this Friday I'll have another two weeks to kill. In that time I'll introduce you to my new notions and potions.

Until then, enjoy the rest of your weekend and I promise to write again soon.

Our weekend in Sydney

A few weekends ago Scott and I flew up to Sydney to celebrate our second wedding anniversary and my 29th birthday.  Here are a few shots from our weekend getaway.

They're nuts.

P.S. All of these photos were taken by Scott :)

Ever thought about visiting Sydney?

Fuzzy Memories

My aunt dug out a few old photos recently as she prepared to sell my grandmother's house back in Massachusetts. It's amazing what you can find in a house that's been a part of our family for approximately 60 years! This is our version of the Diamond Jubilee. My grandfather, 'Grampy', who passed away 18 years ago once served in the Royal Canadian Army. His love for the British monarchy was undying; when saying good bye he even made sure to say "Cheerio." As superficial as that sounds, I will honesty never be able to understand just how deep that love went since I never got the chance to ask - I was only 10 when he passed.

Here's a picture of my Grampy from when he was a youth living in Prince Edward Island.

Some say my cousin Scott looks like him, but I'd like to think my Dad and I also have his smile.

And this, my friends, marks entry #100.  It might not be makeup-related and quite honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Happy Birthday Scott!

Happy Birthday to the awesomest guy I know!

I hope you enjoy the day, even though you might

already know what we'll get up to!