My 17 year old was up before 5am. 

Probably because we are headed to Disney World today! 

Ty, Trevor and I are off for our big adventure, so be prepared for vacation ruminations. 

I am stupid excited. 

It’s gonna be great. 

I am still procrastinating from packing. I hate packing. I hate it a lot. 

Always order the special



Tinderbabe and I have a bit of an inside joke. My dinner is always better than his. He is one for looking at the menu and deciding what preprinted meal suits his dining mood, while I ask the waiter about the specials. I have yet to be disappointed. 

This policy was especially helpful while I was in Montreal. I had Beef Tartar, something I would never order. It was fantastic!  


I also had a phenomenal salmon sandwich for lunch one day. I did not even know I liked lentil soup! 


I realize I am now that annoying person taking pics of her food. I suppose I will blame it on vacationing solo. Next trip: Chicago! 

Vacation. All I Ever Wanted

Hanging out with my favorite guy in The Big Apple. Having a blast. 

I want to talk about the 9/11 memorial. It is hauntingly beautiful. It was hard to keep my composure as I relived the fear and horror of my country under attack. 

My son was still a toddler, and he has no idea what the world was like before. We went from being a sheltered nation to a nation on the same level as the rest of the world. We are not immune. 

  Watching my son viewing the world from the top of The Freedom Tower, I realized I have a responsibility to do every thing in my power to make this world better for him. I don’t believe I can change the whole world however I can be kinder and more responsible to those around me. Just think, what if we all made that promise? What if we made it our mission in life to be kind? To help others? To be inclusive instead of exclusive? 

I want the world to be a gentle place for my boy. I know that sounds naive and simple. I just think it would be nice.