tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796505662857052362012-02-15T19:51:33.512-08:00The Road To HomeAlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.comBlogger4221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-84458041111903670612012-02-15T09:20:00.000-08:002012-02-15T10:05:28.108-08:00

OK, so I may have had a Valentine's Day meltdown. Think, Kate Winslet's character at the beginning of The Holiday. It may have been a bit of an ugly sight, and in my defense - I wrote during the actual meltdown, which resulted in my angry girl post this morning.  Three hours after the fact, knowing that Valentine's Day is a whole YEAR away, and I'm in MUCH better spirits.  So, let's pick the mood

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Ok so it was me. I was the anti-Valentine stereotype. I was the girl last night who was angry and jilted, and sitting home alone on Valentine's Day with a glass of wine to toast no one and no fabulous romance. No flowers, no box of chocolates. No cute "to my lovely wife" card that I got for so many years. No cute outfit to go out in and have a delicious and expensive meal just because it was

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-80681675360868707132012-02-14T09:32:00.001-08:002012-02-14T09:32:58.573-08:00

This just appeared in my inbox and I about DIED reading it :) happy valentines day!  so sorry cupid was not on her game this year but she has been thinking loving thoughts of you babies.  she (i, if you didn't already know) loves you all so very much.  i (cupid, if you didn't already know) take credit for all your acomplishments and no responsibility for the other stuff.  really now, i am so

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First of all, Happy Valentine's Day, loves. If you are celebrating today with your special person, I hope it's everything fabulous.... Based on this post from the gorgeous Tara @ Fabulous But Evil, I started thinking. What - if I HAD to choose - are my five favorite songs of all time? And since love songs seem to make their mark on St. Valentine's, and let's face it, almost ALL songs are about

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-15711459025159553402012-02-13T06:53:00.000-08:002012-02-13T12:33:29.922-08:00

the week... This post is the epitome of miscellany.  ***************First of all, as an update and to provide a few more details -  YES, I got a job :)Sorry, I couldn't wait to post on Friday after I was offered at the interview.  It is at Syracuse University, and I am an academic coordinator for an afterschool program which is funded by a grant through the Education school, the college I

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So one of my favorite ladies, Kelly from Food, Fun and Fitness, suggested that I expand my avocado repertoire and start making more than just guacamole - not the worst idea, as it IS getting a little routine. And if you haven't checked it out before, I have an Avocado Love board on Pinterest, which makes me salivate every time I visit. I thought this morning, with two ripe avocados that needed

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I know I already posted today and wished you all a fantastic weekend - but I couldn't contain myself.  This girl is celebrating tonight with guacamole and wine... I got a job!!! It's my dream job, and also through the University. Thankfully. I can finally rest at ease...I'll give a few more details soon, but just thankful to have something to really push me and challenge me again. Happy

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It would be.. Ava Cado.                                                                                                       Source: withstyle.me via Alix on Pinterest Just saying.  *************************************** How did my cooking turn out? I'm ashamed to say that while the cookies were INCREDIBLY tasty (as in, the best cut out recipe I've found yet!) The actual appearance left much

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In the depths of my kitchen.  I’m less than what you would call ‘domestic’ – but there have been times in my past that I have attempted to gain a bit of kitchen prowess. Most of the members of my family are incredible in the kitchen, which makes my position as the sore thumb just that much more obvious.  Because, as we all know, most of the time this is what my dinner looks like.  Do you

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**Hugs and kisses to the sweet comments and emails yesterday for my blogiversary post - I have the best blogging buddies on the planet...Love to you!!** I don't have the emotional stamina to put out a post like that today, nor do I have enough tears left after reading all those beautiful comments. So let's lighten it up a tad today. A couple things I thought you should know... Are you on

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Happy Birthday, Traffic Jelly. You're officially two (+) years old. If I were celebrating like other bloggers do on their blogiversary, I would be relishing in that epic first post. The one that welcomed me into the wonderful world I have created in this tiny little nook on the net. Relishing, I think not. See for yourself, and then you'll understand. I promise.  But rather than relish on the

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My lovely readers, if you haven't "met" Alison from The Life and Times of Alison and Justin yet, then your blogging experience is about to get that much better.  I don't think Alison knows this, but she is one of my blogmates. Ya know, soul mates for blogging. ;)This girl loves her gorgeous puppy, enjoys a good glass of wine and a bowl of guacamole. Not to mention this woman does workout DVDs

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-88460697164021565012012-02-03T07:48:00.000-08:002012-02-03T07:48:27.333-08:00

Coming to you this lovely Friday morning is one of the ladies who has been cheering me on from the sidelines since things got nasty that fateful August day. She has been one of my biggest supporters and loyal friends, and she and I are seriously long overdue for a bowl of guac and margaritas. She's a hopeless romantic (which is good sometimes for my jaded side) and she works harder than most

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-36712448479342204612012-02-02T07:33:00.000-08:002012-02-02T07:33:19.360-08:00

I'm up to my eyeballs in boxes and homework, and saving me today is Amanda from Appreciate the Fireflies. This darling girl and I have been blog friends for awhile now, and she captures me with her excellent writing and her down to earth approach on her blog. PLEASE check her out and leave some love :) Thanks Amanda! ********************************************************* Hey ya'll! I'm

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-2129869673987218042012-02-01T07:29:00.000-08:002012-02-01T07:29:52.232-08:00

When I was a little girl, my mother read to me constantly. My very favorite book was from the Sesame Street series, called If I Lived Alone. This book was all about the middle child (um, me!!) who wanted to get away from her family and live alone. But if she lived alone, she would miss out on all the wonderful things that came with being a part of the crowd, including her dad's famous flapjack

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-48606990606622448872012-01-30T20:46:00.000-08:002012-01-30T20:46:56.949-08:00

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And if the song didn't just play in your head, I almost judge you. I can't freaking sit still and I am an obnoxious novice re-designer.  I changed up the site AGAIN. I get like, a THREE MONTH ITCH, and simply must return to Photoshop. I like this for now. Something with more color and more "me" these days. And another thing - I love photos. I love photo blogs. I love big, juicy, yummy, avocado

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-80462339383059472122012-01-25T07:05:00.000-08:002012-01-25T07:05:30.979-08:00

Shamefully, I have news for you. I am 27 years old. And because I was married at 22 to a competent and organized individual who delighted in setting up accounts and paying bills - I never had to. Shameful, I know. He took care of all the paperwork, all of the finances, all of the taxes. And I lived happily in my little dream world where I went off to work, played with my students, enjoyed time

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-84403332949962311012012-01-24T06:01:00.000-08:002012-01-24T06:01:18.540-08:00

I'd have it with the Internet. I kid you not. I used to be an active, outgoing, vivacious woman. And now, I am introverted, stay at home, surf the web kind of girl. Ok, that was an exaggeration. But it's close. What CAN'T you find on the Internet? Today, I realized how much money I could be saving and putting toward my student loans with UPromise. Thanks to this post. I get carried away on

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-7289969293343013072012-01-23T06:33:00.000-08:002012-01-23T06:33:22.237-08:00

my freaking living room. Seriously. Oh, wait - NOT the living room in my new apartment. Ohhh no, not that one. The living room in my mom's house. Peachy. Something came up for the tenant, and he wouldn't be able to vacate until mid week. So, another few days of commuting to Syracuse for class. That's a 5 HOUR a DAY commute. Just sayin'. It's almost 50 degrees here in WNY, though rainy with a

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-3890736765040126232012-01-17T06:17:00.000-08:002012-01-17T06:17:55.077-08:00

it ends. My almost EIGHT MONTH vacation from school and work. That is not how I would have it ladies. Not the going back part, but the not having something to do for the past 8 months. In dog terms, I'm a border collie. You know, the sheep-herder that is not satisfied unless it is given an occupation. I need a job. I need a busy schedule. I need to feel behind, and if I don't - I'm not happy.

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-47919578139817192872012-01-13T06:14:00.000-08:002012-01-13T06:14:39.204-08:00

my plum colored CONVERSE. While getting my car taken care of yesterday at the dealership, I was - for the first time - hit on with the line, "so, um, I noticed your Converse...." And then proceeded to tell me all about his Converse collection. Talking led to his hovering, and then when I made the mad dash out the door when my car was ready, he called (TWICE) on the ride back home. For the

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-76229274565241071972012-01-12T05:31:00.001-08:002012-01-12T05:31:45.459-08:00

when all of you responded with wine and GUAC for last night's perfect evening. My ladies know me :) I determined you guys were just observant and loyal friends, and not that it was overkill here on the blog... I know, it's overkill. Today is up early to take Coco, my gorgeous new set of wheels to get her special protectant thing for the interior so Ivan, Miah, and Little Bear don't drool and

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-59380990105547878492012-01-11T16:09:00.000-08:002012-01-11T16:14:37.342-08:00

I went. I presented. I CONQUERED!!!!! After the two hours to Syracuse, I presented a total of 8 minutes after slaving away over this thing for the past few weeks. Fortunately, my professor was happy with the results and the doctoral student who sat in was really generous with her compliments. And when I stole a peek at the rubric on the way out, which I will get back next week after a portfolio

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-1525141050501309512012-01-11T06:08:00.000-08:002012-01-11T06:10:06.759-08:00

It's been more like a sprint, actually. I finally went t bed around 2AM, after having been in front of my computer for nearly 18 hours. I was swallowed up by binders, and research articles seemed to materialize out of thin air by the 10th hour. I feel confident that the PowerPoint has the potential to be outstanding, just not the presenter. I am experiencing a tad bit  tremendous amount of

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-55586856493254135542012-01-10T06:26:00.000-08:002012-01-10T06:43:56.379-08:00

First of all, thank you ladies for the good vibes and luck wishes - I am internalizing each one and using it as fuel to keep pushing through until 1:00 pm tomorrow. I know I can talk for the 8 minute presentation (the problem is STOPPING talking at 8 minutes...) but I just need to make sure that I speak cohesively and intelligently for that 8 minutes. Ya know, about literacy.  Which doesn't

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-64861780069887067142012-01-09T15:00:00.000-08:002012-01-09T15:00:41.339-08:00

Have you ever studied so hard you made yourself sick?? I did. Remember when I told you about going to Syracuse to meet with the head of my department about next semester? Before I could proceed with the tutoring placement and field work required of this next set of courses, I need to complete a preliminary portfolio. 10 PowerPoint slides of literacy theory/developement/practioner vomit.

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So much for a non-negative new year. How's that for alliteration, eh? Yesterday provided me with enough drama and emotional exhaustion to last all year, and then some. And I know I am supposed to be done with all of the ex talk and the bad things that have resulted from the end of that relationship, but they continue. Just like many of you said - there would be good and bad days, and some would

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-16044718294844576232011-12-31T21:24:00.000-08:002012-01-01T10:44:17.859-08:00

Hey there, it's been awhile. This post could very well get me in trouble, as I have been dutiful and respectful of the man in my life who is haunted more by this blog and the names riddled all over it than I am. I closed Traffic Jelly (repeatedly, actually, this year) because my honesty and my healing process were more than he could bear. Though you don't want to look at the scene of a horrific

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-4860424978879144002011-12-19T05:48:00.000-08:002012-01-09T14:52:07.858-08:00

Another year has passed, and I am again sitting on the couch in my childhood house. Lighted Christmas tree is glowing before me, pups are sound asleep on every available cushion in the room. I have coffee next to me, the afghan that my (ex??) sister-in-law made for me, and a warm shawl around my shoulders. Early morning light is streaming through the windows on the east wall of the room, and a

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-4709954018229716352011-12-16T08:25:00.001-08:002011-12-16T08:25:50.111-08:00

Curious how the Turk is doing trapped in a land so very far away?? Head over to In With Both Feet(s) to see how he is coping... Happy Friday, Ladies.

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That's what the head of my program called Toe yesterday when I ventured to Syracuse to meet with her about the upcoming semester. Last year, she was the professor (and it helps that she runs the whole Master's program...) to which I confided about my husband leaving me out of the blue. She bent over backwards in her efforts to help me regain strength and composure in the weeks after he left, and

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-3455495857911577352011-12-09T09:33:00.000-08:002011-12-09T09:33:51.426-08:00

You know, somewhere in the past week I know I wrote about having 900 something blog updates in my google reader. I think we are more around the 1200 mark.... I live in the country, people. I live in the most rural and country of towns in WNY, and my road still does not have cable or city water. We live off of a well (that runs dry frequently and *ick* smells like sulfur - bring on the water

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-84120428732377653082011-12-05T10:36:00.000-08:002011-12-05T10:36:23.645-08:00

...for two separate blog posts. Head over to In With Both Feet(s) for an update on life back in the States.  Can you say, culture shock??? Happy Monday, ladies.

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After an incredibly long and tiring 30 hours of travel, I am back home with my family and my puppies. However, jet lag has taken hold and I am waking up each morning at 4:30-5:00 am (noon time in Istanbul, which  between you and me - is sometimes when I would get up...) and am so exhausted that I only have the energy for one decent post today. Check it out on my other blog, In With Both Feet(s)

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-62376582389966246572011-11-23T02:07:00.000-08:002011-11-23T04:48:04.667-08:00

***In the process of writing this blog post the Turk came home...and though my nerves have calmed down, we were able to connect on all the issues that came up as a result of this morning, and things are much, much better.** When I met the Turk, I told him I had a blog. I had it and I loved it. It was my therapy, my coping mechanism, my source of camaraderie and support. And it got me through a

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-11335400595293956242011-11-22T03:15:00.000-08:002011-11-22T03:15:06.877-08:00

Yesterday: ADDToday: Multiple PersonalitiesTomorrow: ?  Just kidding, though I do question my mental stability now and again. But doesn't everyone? Don't answer that. I'm not talking about the clinical diagnosis, but I am referring to the multiple identities I have assumed in my life and on the Internet. I have far too many emails, multiple Facebook accounts (one teacher, one personal, and one

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-932685709445418052011-11-21T05:38:00.000-08:002011-11-21T05:41:10.432-08:00

I'm drugged up today, and have been all weekend due to another back relapse (remember this?). And to think, I was simply walking from one room to another, and there I went - straight to the floor. So, heavily dosed with pain meds and muscle relaxers, I couldn't help but post the following. To prove to you I'm human and not above extreme behavior, look what happened in our hotel room on one of the

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-21980118929448211782011-11-18T03:25:00.000-08:002012-01-09T14:52:07.859-08:00

I still have low days. I still have dreams (nightmares?) that include him. I still cry sometimes. I still look back at our pictures. I still listen to music that was ours. I still wonder. I still don't understand. I still hurt. A lot. And honestly, looking back at the writing that I did right after he left, I was so hopeful and optimistic that I would be ok one day. But I'm left to wonder how

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-89787219435634763232011-11-17T10:36:00.000-08:002012-01-09T14:52:07.859-08:00

Sometimes when I am feeling nostalgic (frequently, these days), I scan back through the posts of last year. Tonight, I was looking for a post I had written about It's a Wonderful Life last December. Instead, I found this one. And it killed me to read it, but I couldn't help but force my way through the post. So much has changed, yet much of the sentiment still remains.... It's been a little

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-30330346158835300762011-11-16T14:28:00.000-08:002011-11-16T14:28:13.747-08:00

Although lately it's been "mums the word" here on TJ, I've been working tirelessly on a new blog design for In With Both Feet(s), and attempting to put 3 months worth of Adobe tutorials to use. And while quiet over here, I am not so quiet today on Lacey in the City, as I am guest posting for the gorgeous girl behind the blog. Lacey unfortunately has a broken elbow and is cooped up unable to

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-14778787371048819072011-11-14T01:27:00.000-08:002011-11-14T01:27:55.940-08:00

After a week long vacation to the sunny beaches of Cyprus, I'm back. And thankfully, feeling better than I have been in a long time.  I discovered that one of two things happens when I am enduring an emotional period in my life. I either... a) Write every.single.thing. that happens, pouring my heart and soul into the public eye as a form of emotional purging and cleansing. Or... b) I don't

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-20404858279861421512011-11-06T03:19:00.000-08:002011-11-07T04:04:04.958-08:00

...here I come! It is a cold and gray day in Istanbul, and though today is one of the biggest Muslim holidays, it doesn't feel like it. Quiet, dark, and cold. Which is why, ladies, I am on my way to the gorgeous Mediterranean island of Cyprus for the next week. The Turk and I need a long retreat to rejuvenate and sit by the beach and pool. This girl needs some sun. Won't be blogging, but will

Alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05553060941193981280noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79650566285705236.post-42026051151077398472011-11-04T06:35:00.000-07:002011-11-04T06:35:07.757-07:00

I am perhaps the most obdurate woman you know. I absolutely refuse to let Photoshop get the best of me. And I will learn this inside/out if it kills me. My life has become one large Photoshop tutorial. And I am trying to learn how to organize all of my pictures, do my editing, make collages, add interest to the image, and post them on my blog - in less than a months time. How do people manage

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To say that a wave of inspiration flooded me at 3:00 AM last night is a massive understatement. As you know, I am *attempting* to complete this year's NaNoWriMo challenge in an effort to get my lazy ass in gear and start doing what I have always dreamed of - publishing a novel. Day 1: Incredible success. I actually lost myself in the writing and ended up several hundred words over the daily

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It's time for a complete new look. Traffic Jelly has been the fashion victim of my inexperience in blog design and my innately horrible stylist eye. Let's revisit a few ***really bad*** situations in the past two years since my little darling's conception... And for the record, I know now how bad they really were. No need to remind me... This was when I was BRAND NEW to Photoshop, and only new

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I've been quiet lately on the blog, unintentionally. I have a lot I want to say, pictures to share, ideas to spread. But for some reason, the creative juice is just not being harnessed. Or perhaps, it is because I have been so busy focusing on my newest endeavor. Being in Istanbul has left me a little lost, as we all are aware, and I have been searching for a purpose to keep me going until I

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The other night, I got the Turk to sit down and watch My Fair Lady with me. We've been on a bit of a musical challenge the past few months to be honest. Ever since last winter when I made him watch The Sound of Music, he has been extremely open and receptive to the greatest classic musicals. He made me die though (in a Rachel Zoe kind of way) when he downloaded the soundtrack to Oklahoma (his #2

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                                                                                    Source: dustyburrito.blogspot.com via Alix on Pinterest  This morning I decided to curl up with my coffee, albeit only Nescafe and not real coffee, and watch one of my favorite childhood films - Mary Poppins. I have been getting a hold of my favorite films so that I can introduce the Turk to my youth. As we have

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...tell Him your plans. I'm 27 years old. And even so, I've already lived half of the year at 27, so 28 looms in the distance. And what do I want to do with my life? Not a flippin clue. When I was a little girl, I wanted to act. From the depths of my being, I craved a life on the stage. I used to memorize the lines to all of my favorite childhood movies, an recite them alone in my playroom,

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                                                                                        Source: realsimple.com via Natalie on Pinterest Avocado and HUMMUS sandwiches?? Edible Heaven.

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What did people do before wifi? They read more, probably. They walked more. Talked more. All of which I have done in the past two weeks sans wifi. It's actually refreshing. But if I have to spend a third week without internet (not to mention American coffee, guacamole, and white wine...) I may as well just turn up my toes and kick it. A tad bit dramatic.  I actually got the video camera out

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I don't have a very developed fashion sense. I just, don't.  I never did.  Well, I pretend I do. But I have a very minimalistic, solid colors, type of vibe happening in my closet. Jeans. Khakis. T-Shirts. Sweaters. Between us, I crave a closet like Carrie Bradshaw's - unique, eclectic, stylish. And, ahem, the body to match. Damn these thighs. But I was transported today when I had a

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I spend most of my waking hours trying to forget what I miss back home in order to embrace the appeal of this foreign land. But I have a right to what I miss, and perhaps if I articulate it somewhere, it might not sit and rot in my gut. Lovely image. I miss avocados. No surprise there, right? To think I used to eat guacamole atleast 4/7 nights of the week. On the bright side, the absence of that

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Without internet at the new apartment (we moved, again) and so I thought I would drop in and say hello while I had wifi at work. Love to you, ladies. Have a fabulous weekend.

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November 13, 2008 One candle won’t light. The other two are lit, throwing a haunting reflection upon the wall that he painted. Right above the flickering rests a trio of moments, all captured on May 20, 2006. The light casts an eerie shadow on his face; a face that now haunts my every waking moment. Next to me, the peaceful yet audible slumber of our smallest dog marks the continual passage of

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Writers. Block. Miscellany Monday helps... 1. Found a new apartment this weekend. We will be moving on Thursday into a very nice apartment just a 2 minute walk from our work. 2. By "our work", I m referring to the new job I have in the Turk's company. I am a "consultant" for an international architecture company. Lots of editing and English/Turkish language jobs. It's relaxed, I can sit and

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When did everyone become pregnant?? Seriously. It seems to be the year for babies, babies, everywhere. I can't check Facebook or my Google Reader without discovering yet ANOTHER friend's impending arrival. I'm not bitter - on the contrary, extremely happy for them. And to all of my loves who are pregnant and read this - I salute you and wish you all the happiness in the world. Most likely I

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yeah right. Found this on Pinterest, and followed the link back to the original site.  A full blown Wizard of Oz themed birthday party. It's unreal. Please go look at the pictures. You'll feel much worse about your creative capacity... Source: catchmyparty.com via Alix on Pinterest Who does this?? My future children will be lucky if I remember balloons. Come on Mom, where was my Gone With

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Sometimes I wonder whether or not I was cut out for this century's technology. It all started many years ago when my father first gave me his old camera - dating back to the 1960s, I'm sure. I remember sitting in my childhood room, snapping away at collections of shoes, books, and stuffed animals to obtain the perfect shot. Fortunately, my father was smart enough to remove any actual film so I

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Fall has finally arrived in Istanbul. When I was a little girl, the month I hated most was October. It signaled an increase in the amount of homework we were given and the death of all living things around the farm. Leaves fell, grass turned brown, and our Carharts were retrieved from their summer hibernation in anticipation of a long and hard winter.  September was bearable, as school offered a

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I am suffering a painful case of extreme indigestion because of one monumental, irrational fear. Eating alone. I'm not sure from whence this fear came. But for as long as I can remember, I have been scared to death of eating alone. Well, maybe of doing anything alone. I don't like to go to the movies alone, to sit alone at a group gathering or sporting event. I am terrified for no good reason.

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I am now a foreign language teacher. eek. Welcome to the wonderful world of drills, worksheets, vocabulary practice, and basic grammar. I'm not complaining (too much). It's a job. But long gone are the days of my coffe-induced hyperactive disorder. Words and language can no longer fall out of my mouth easily without seeing a few rows of blank faces staring back at me in mass confusion. My

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I have had 7 great loves in my life. One of which broke my heart so completely, I have considered voting him out of the Greatest Loves of All Time category. But since he occupied a near decade of my life, my conscience has vetoed that idea. He remains, but also in the Worst Moves in History category, as the undeniable winner. Another great love sits next to me as I type this, curled up on our

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 Perhaps if I get closer to filling in someone else's questions, I will get closer to being able to answer my own questions.  So, Fill in the Blank Friday: 1. You should always take time to exercise your body and your mind. So many people forget their own personal well being in the thick of busy schedules, work, and family life. Even if it is just a walk and breathing in the fresh air, or

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Again, it's always good to look at life with the glass half full - overcome the stress and cynicism for a day to appreciate the details. .What I'm Loving today... 1. Missoni for Target?? Anyone else?? 2. Reality TV - I have totally infected the Turk, and he was ECSTATIC when we were able to watch The Bachelor Pad online. I've created a  reality monster, but everyone has to have their guilty

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Today is Daddy's 60th Birthday - and I am across the world wishing I was home with him to celebrate. I rarely ever mention my Dad on my blog, and it is not for lack of a good relationship, but I guess it is because my Dad's existence in my life has been one of additional love and support - from afar. My Mom and Dad separated when I was just beginning 3rd grade, and though some details must

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My life is random these days, for sure. If moving to Istanbul is anything - it is living the unexpected. 1. Missing Precipitation -  I have been in Istanbul for roughly 6 weeks, and I have yet to see it rain. Every day it is 80 degrees and sunny. Every. Day. Occasionally there are clouds in the sky, but I have not smelled the rain since I have been home in New York. And I am a girl who loves a

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My heart continues to pray for those who lost their lives, their families, and all of the courageous men and women who fought as a result of that day.  Today more than ever do I realize what a truly great nation it is that I call "home".   

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What would you do? If you get a chance, head over and help a girl out. Thanks a million. Happy Saturday, Ladies.

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Sometimes it doesn't matter the distance between family, how many visits in a year, or phone calls in a month. Family is family no matter where you are, and it is important regardless of time and space. With the being said, I just received news that my Aunt died this morning, after a prolonged illness, at only 67 years old. Though we all knew her time was limited, that doesn't ever prepare you

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I don't tend to overly blog hop. Not my thing. I used to, way back in the day when I didn't have a clue what I wanted to write about or what to do with me blog. But occasionally I am drawn to something that helps me concentrate on the good, not the bad. This one is definitely needed for me this week, as the simple things help get me through this new life... *being back at work, talking to

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But hey, I'm still here. And happy one month to me, I made it. 1 down, 9 more to go. Happy Labor Day, ladies.

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Sort of. The truth is that I don't want to write about anything because right now, I have nothing good to say. I don't like living in Istanbul. It isn't comfortable nor does it feel like the grand adventure I thought it would be. I am trying to see things to the next day, hoping it will get better. But it isn't getting better, and every day I feel closer and closer to cutting my losses and going

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Oh well. Happy Wednesday, Ladies.

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One year ago, August 29th, 2010, I wrote this.    Perhaps it is wrong of me to be a married woman still recollecting the broken heart that she suffered only one year ago. I read something on a blog recently that made me feel a pang of resentment and hurt. Someone I followed and loved reading recently came out to the blog world that she was deciding to get a divorce, and was finally revealing it

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Hello from the Turks iPhone! We are officially in our new Vila apartment but won't have Internet for a few days, so I am just checking in to say hello, and will talk to you all soon! Happy Thursday, ladies.

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Since the past few days have been about what I am missing here in Istanbul, I figure it wouldn't be the worst exercise to write about what I'm loving. Because the reality is that I am truly blessed and incredibly lucky to be here, living like I am, and the object of one man's undying affection. So what if I didn't like the pattern on the plates his mother bought - I have plates, right? Time to be

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So I was perusing Facebook just now, writing to some friends back home, checking up on my dogs, and I peer up into the corner of the screen and see a box that reads "On this day"...And then my status from TWO years ago. Have any of you seen this?? What was scarier was that amidst all of this coffee drama I have been going through in Turkey, my status two years ago today read: It came crawling

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I made it - one week and almost three days. Without being morbidly homesick, that is. When I was a little girl, I seldom joined in on the sleepover adventures of which my friends would partake. I had no desire to leave the secure confines of my home for dark shadows and strange sounds in an unfamiliar house. And roughly 20 years later, this is no exception. I'm tired of strange food. Of

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Exactly one year ago, I was writing you, telling you that my husband left me. August, 10, 2010, to be exact. Can you believe how much has changed in only one year? To be completely honest, there are still rough patches, and weak moments. They're not sad moments anymore, but more along the lines of "I can't believe this is my life" kind of moments.  I am sitting in Istanbul, Turkey, next to

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Seriously, that song is on repeat in my head now that I'm here, in Istanbul... (not Constatinople...) Forgive me. It has been FIVE days since this woman has had her morning coffee. And what doesn't help is that I am still working in the NY time zone, and I am up every night until at least 3-4 AM. Sleeping until 12 though is not the smartest idea either, but I never claimed any such attribute.

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We have arrived, and though it was a grueling 7 hour drive to JFK and then a 9 hour flight (+7 hours to account for the time difference), we are here in beautiful Istanbul. In truth, it is a good thing I made myself get on that plane. The Turk is totally different, and I already feel myself falling back into a really good place with him. I honestly believe he never thought we would make it

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I needed this. I needed this place all month, and instead - I sat and struggled putting things together in my head, rather than letting them out in a place I have sought relief for the past two years. Screw the past. Screw people who can't respect this place as my safe harbor. I need to feel connected again. And for whatever reason, I feel connected here. So, I'm back. Happy Saturday, ladies.

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A year ago I started the journey of a lifetime - recovering from tragedy that struck my almost decade relationship with a man I loved. And I came to this place to purge my soul of all the hatred and bitterness that consumed me. I wrote my heart, my mind, and my soul. I shared things that most people would not consider telling even their own family. And I did that here, on Traffic Jelly. And

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with the world. Have you ever felt that you just want to get away from it all? And by "all", I mean all civilization and humanity? I'm overdone. I am in limbo here, living an in between life with the Turk on the farm that was willed to Toe and me to resurrect and bring home babies. I am caught between the life that was, and the life that will be, on one haunted piece of property. The truth,

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 1. My plans this summer include... Settling into married life again, enjoying life at home on the farm, and then moving to Istanbul, Turkey. 2. The best summer I ever had was... The summer I was 18 - I'll leave out the details, but I'm sure Traffic Jelly readers can understand and read between the lines... 3. Summer is... Swimming, fishing, 4th of July fireworks, BBQs, sitting up

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I am at peace here at home now that the Turk has joined me. Our days consist of working on the farm, and then relaxing in the hammock reading together in the evenings. We play with the dogs, eat fantastic home-cooked meals, and enjoy coffee on the side porch every morning. Life is so simple; so blissful. I have lost track of my phone, and seldom even open my computer to check my email. The Turk,

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I had an epic July 1st post swirling around in my head, though I was unable to see it to fruition. It's because I have been too darn busy down on the farm - back here, at my childhood home. I wrote about my "Tara" (GWTW nut, 4-EVA, baby!!) last year when I got home, affectionately named Fox Cross Farm by my mother. This place is 24 solid acres of magic, and the homestead is a Greek Revival

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in the right direction. At times I have desperately wanted to be that nice girl that people are crazy about. You know, the cheerleader type that uses a million smiley faces and is the giddy happy-go-lucky sort. Sickeningly optimistic, never writes a negative post in her life, as not to dampen spirits in the blogosphere. So, it was either be a wolf in sheep's clothing and write all about my "

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This is the only link-up I seem to enjoy, as it condones my randomness. So, another week of Miscellany Monday... 1. I'm 27 years old - and still, whenever I come back home for the summer my mother makes me dinner every night...Last night, an AMAZING antipasto salad. Source: realsimple.com via Kim on Pinterest 2. Bachelorette tonight - CREEPY Bentley makes his return. Ugh. 3. I miss the Turk,

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My Love. If you haven't joined the other blog and seen pictures, this is my Turk. The best man I have ever known. The one that makes my heart beat faster and my knees go weak. Taken as we were lying in the Rose Garden last week after the "wedding"... **heart beats faster, knees go weak** And one of us from before the wedding... And, why not...one of how I know he will look holding our

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It has been almost a week since last I wrote - and though it is largely due to the overwhelming amount of work we have been doing on the house and moving, it is mostly because I am too happy to tear myself away from lovin' that man of mine. This. Is. Bliss.  Though we are not legally married yet, we are in the eyes of his religion and my faith. Paperwork in this ridiculous state halts

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Last Thursday night was Henna night, which was an incredible experience. So many Turkish women and several of my American friends were there, and it was evening full of delicious Turkish food and dancing. Let me tell you - all this time I thought American women knew how to dance and have a good time (of which several require alcohol to do so) but Turkish women BREAK IT DOWN. Unreal. Hips are

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....and I couldn't be happier or more sure that this is what was intended for my life. Yes, there have been ups and downs in this process. Yes, a few weeks ago I had a major case of cold feet. Yes, all of those nerves and jitters are gone. As I sit and type this (its a work day at school, everyone is giving tests or cleaning out classrooms) the Turk is tutoring one of our students in my

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At times, I have felt incredibly lonely in my mourning for the man that was. And as I approach a life with someone else, the reflecting I have been doing has been a departure from the reflection on my grief, but on those that were also affected by the past year. And in truth, the past few weeks and months have been spent mourning the family I lost, not only the man. As it turns out, I think the

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