A beautiful cause, for a beautiful dress

While cleaning up my girls’ bedroom one day, I stopped to stare at my wedding dress. Beautifully preserved in its box, looking like something a Barbie doll would wear.


Man, how I loved that dress.

It was the first dress I tried on. It was nothing like I thought I wanted for my wedding day. It was beautifully white, with light pink cherry blossoms designed on it. I added a light pink sash.. the moment I tried it on, I knew it was made for me.

As I saw it sitting there, I began to wonder if my girls would ever want to wear it. It was so uniquely me…and one day I hope they find a dress that is so uniquely them.

Realizing that, I began to wonder what I should do with my dress. I don’t think I would ever have the heart to “trash” it, but seeing it sit in its box for the next 20 years seemed silly.

A few days later, I heard a friend of mine talking about how she donated her dress to this student in Orlando who, in her spare time, takes donated wedding dresses and creates beautiful little bereavement gowns for babies who lose their fight and don’t make it home from the hospital.

What a wonderful cause, bringing a little bit of light to families going through a horrific, unimaginable situation. Brings tears to my eyes thinking about it.

I found the girl’s facebook page, Wings for Baby Angels and immediately reached out to find out how to donate.


I was able to donate my dress, sash and veil, and she turned those items into FIVE beautiful gowns and headbands for five sweet baby girls to wear in the future.

My heart is so happy with how these gowns turned out. I can only hope they bring a little happiness to the parents who will be burying their baby in one. My heart breaks for those families. Even if I never know them, I hope they feel my prayers and thoughts for them through my donation.

Please enjoy the beautiful pictures of the gowns, they look like mini versions of my dress! I will forever cherish these photos, and am so happy I chose to donate my dress for such a heartfelt, beautiful cause.

If you are looking for an amazing way to touch lives, please look into donating your wedding dress to Wings for Baby Angels.



Feeling blessed – a little Monday morning happy.

This morning I came into an email from the Managing Director of my department at work. It was an email thanking me for my hard work and quality of service since starting the position in April. (We call this “Real Time Recognition” or “RTR”).

As I read this RTR, all I can do is tear up as the sense of caring washes over me, its amazing how valued I feel, not only as an employee but as a person. I emailed a ‘thank you’ back to the MD, and to my manager, so they knew just how much I appreciate them for taking the time to show us such value and care.

Lately, feeling valued and appreciated are feelings I have been struggling with obtaining – in all aspects of my life.

I never knew I could feel like this about a job. This company has so many positive points, but the sense of belonging and care I feel is one of the best parts.

This company has truly blown me away with the caring they show their employees across the board. Whether I need help with a task, or just need a friend to talk to, there is always someone willing to help.

I truly feel extremely blessed to have this job. 

So today, I just want to take the moment to share not only how blessed I feel, but to also remind each and every person who reads this just how valued YOU are.

There are days we all feel worthless, lonely, unappreciated… just know that I appreciate YOU and remind yourself today just how amazing YOU are.

TFTD: Saying goodbye

WARNING: This thought for the day is sad…please don’t read if you are sensitive to family pets dying.

393284_10150429761873038_1932344532_nThis morning, just as I was leaving for work, I got a call from my mom saying one of our dogs, who just turned 14 had died.

We knew she was getting old. Poor thing could barely hear and see anymore. However, you never expect them to leave you so fast.

I remember when we picked her out. She was a present for my dad. She was so tiny and the blackest black you can have an animal. We named her Lydia and she was our families new puppy.

Although Lydia was cute, she was a feisty little thing. I remember the first time she bit me. I had dropped a chicken nugget on the floor and tried to snatch it before the new puppy got it…poor choice. Instead Lydia got the chicken nugget and I got a slightly bloody finger.

Once she got older, she was much less feisty. She was in all the family Christmas photos, was a nice little cuddle bug, and was a part of our every day lives.

Even until today, I always said hi to her and picked her up when I visited my mom’s house. She would always wag her little nub of a tail to great her family.

It is amazing just how attached we get to these little creatures. I suppose you never realize how much they mean to you until they die…then then little things you’ll miss pop into your head.

315321_10150267478653038_1766503_nLike how much Lydia enjoyed getting dog treats. You couldn’t say the word “cookie” without her getting excited and following you around until you gave her one.

Although it’ll be weird not seeing our little old lady hobble around the house, at least she is no longer suffering.

I like to think she is in doggy heaven and her playfulness, sight and hearing has returned and she is running around, enjoying herself again.

Although she is gone, she will always be a big part of my childhood memories and will always be remembered in my heart.

Lydia Joy

October 3, 2001 – October 27, 2015

The solution to those with cats who pee where they want!

So, some of us have cats…and as they get older, sometimes they decide littler boxes are for children. I am the proud owner of one of those cats.

When I moved to London, my Siberian, Mia, (who was 12 at the time) decided she was mad I left her and proceeded to pee on anything soft as payback.

And we all know CAT PEE IS AWFUL and it is hard to get the smell out of materials.

Once moving back from London, I saw that my cat had been confined to a specific part of the house, since her little problem [and attitude] had gotten out of control.

Fast forward to today. My husband and I moved into our own apartment and wanted to bring her with us. My mom could not keep her anymore but we were worried because of her peeing issue.

After not seeing any other options, my husband and I were thinking we were going to have to put her down, due to the fact she was unable to be adopted because of her lack of littler training.

Luckily for us, the day we were going to put her down, my aunt messaged my mom with a possible solution…


CAT DIAPERS! Yup, they make diapers for cats!

At first I was skeptical since my darling would easily get off a normal diaper. However, these specially made cat diapers, also known as, Piddle Pants, looked like a harness attached to a diaper.

Now, the best part? You just place half of a maxi pad in the little designated area and BAM! Kitty diaper complete!

They are not only a way of helping keep your furniture and carpets cat pee free, they are also a kitty fashion statement that will make all the other cats jealous.

Only down side, they take about 6 weeks from when you order them to get to you…but there is a great reason behind that. The creator hand makes them!! Oh yes, so my darling 15-year-old baby has pink Piddle Pants with a little black bow on the harness part.

I can put them on without help, since they are velcro like infant diapers, and it does not limit her walking abilities.

Thanks to this little creation, my Mia is happily living with me again and rocking some pink pants and a positive, playful attitude once again.

Thought for the day: Oh, the places you’ll go

After one school year, I said goodbye to many of my 8th graders today. Today, they graduated from Largo Middle and are off to high schools in the fall.

I could not be more proud.

I have learned a lot from these crazy 14 & 15 year old kids the past year.

I learned terms and slang for things I hope to never use. With them, I experienced relationship breakups and relationship makeups. I learned how to trick them into learning and how to recognize when they are in a “mood”.  They taught me to never give up on them, just because they test the waters the first few months of school. They taught me that at their age, some of them have gone through more in the last year than I have in my entire life.

The main thing they taught me was that, as their teacher, I am meant to do more than just teach them.

I am meant to be part of their support system, a person they can trust, and a person they know will be cheering them on, even when they frustrate me to no end.

My classroom is a safe haven. A place to escape middle school drama or a place where they can come hangout and eat lunch.

Although I use to tell them they made my life hard. They did, but in a way I will truly miss this summer and next year.

So, to all my 8th grade darlings who stalk my blog and will see this….Good luck in high school! I know you will succeed. And ALWAYS remember these words when it comes to the new relationships you will make over the next 4 years:

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” – Dr. Seuss



Thought for the day: True friends

I find it interesting how as your grow older you come to really recognise who your REAL friends are.

I thought I had that somewhat sorted out when I first moved to England. I realised quickly who really cared and wanted to stay in touch, and who just forgot I existed.

Now, my perception on who my friends are has once again changed now that I have moved back to Florida.

Friends who know I am back in town, who I thought would want to catch up and so on have put in very little to no effort.

I am not saying I expect to have a bunch of these people texting me daily.

I have a handful of friends who live busy lives like me, but they still make a point every week or so to text me or Facebook me to see how I am doing.

That is a true friend.

Not the people who act like they want to stay in touch but only respond to effort I put towards the friendship.

I don’t even know what kind of friendship that is.

I have been home for about a month now, and it has been interesting to see who has put forth any effort to even send me a text to say hello.

I enjoy finding out who my true friends are verses these people I thought were friends, but I realise they are nothing more than acquaintances.

Some of you may read this and think “hmm…she may be talking about me.” If you have to think that…then yes, this is probably referring to you.

However, I must say…thank you to all my TRUE friends who have put in some effort. Not only those friends from Florida..but also all of my friends from around the world.

Thank you for being a real friend.

Thought for the day: Drivetime has come to an end

I’m sad to say it, but I am officially down to my last four Drivetime shows on Westside 89.6FM.

Leaving London means leaving my hosting slot on my favourite West London radio station.

However, I would have no changed the experience for anything.

I have learned SO MUCH over the past 6 months working at the station.

My confidence and radio personality has reached more of its potential than I would have ever thought.

As host and producer to my own show I got to not only be the personality, but run the board and pick the subjects I talk about on the show.

Funny national days, celeb birthdays, music news and entertainment gossip are all a part of my show.

Even taking the tunes OLD SKOOL for part of my show is something I brought to my slot.

I have THREE SHOWS LEFT after today. So, if you want to show some love and support you can stream it online…


OR (if you have a smart phone, iPhone, or android) download the TuneIn Radio app…and look up Westside 89.6 FM.

I am on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday from 4pm – 7pm (GMT).

Thank you to all those who have listened to my show, I appreciate the support and requests!

Westside love to you.


My Top 5 Moments in 2012

So, since it is almost the end of 2012…why not pick out my TOP 5 highlights of the year and give them some much deserved credit.

So, let the countdown begin…


I got to experience the best summer yet in London with the Queen’s Jubilee and Olympics all within the span of a few months.

Talk about a summer to remember!




In October I was able to meet my favorite musician, Brandon Heath, and talk to him.

It was amazing and worth being a highlight of my year!

I was even able to show him the tattoo I have on my side which is the lyrics of my favourite song of his.

He loved it so much, he took a picture of it!

If you don’t count that as a highlight…I don’t know what is!

(Thank you mom for making it possible for us to meet him, you’re the best mom in the whole world!)



Being able to fly to Japan to be there to witness my niece being born!

Being a part of that sweet little girl’s first coupe weeks of life was spectacular.

I mean, look at that cute little face and that SMILE! How could you not be happy to love on and take naps with something so adorable?!

She was a great birthday present for me, since she was born just a few days before my 23rd.

I wouldn’t have missed it for the world! Love this little girl.



I have the most amazing boyfriend.

So, meeting him is of course on my list of highlights this past year which I am so incredibly thankful for.

Leave it to me to find myself a Brit only a few months before my visa expires….but I wouldn’t change anything about it.

He is my little dark rain cloud, but he is fantastic non the less.




Even though all these highlights have been amazing…one takes the cake.

That is finally graduating with my Masters Degree…and not only that, but graduating with merit.

The past year has been incredible. I have made some life long friends and experienced so much.

Thank you to everyone who supported me throughout this year. Words cannot express how much gratitude I owe you.

All I know now is…

If 2012 was this amazing…I can only imagine how much is in store for me in 2013.

Thought for the day: I am where I am suppose to be

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I have ended up where I needed to be.” – Douglas Adams

This statement could not be more true.

I never in my life would have thought I would be in London. This beautiful city where I am managed ti feel so at home and make friends that will always mean so much to me.

I never though I would venture this far away from home to pursue my MA.

I guess life is surprising like that…isn’t it?

I never would have thought I would continue my studies and go on to law school. That was a shock to me as well.

If you would have asked me five years ago where I would be now…I would have said something completely different than what I am currently doing.

It amazes me how much things can change throughout this little thing we call time.

Although the stresses of this life make me feel like I am in way over my head, I can’t help but continue to be thankful.

Thankful that I have an opportunity such as this one.

Even though I never would have thought my life would take this path…I know that this path, the one I am on now, is where I am suppose to be.

Without a shadow of a doubt.

I am where I am suppose to be.

Thought for the day: Home is not always your home

I was recently talking to my sister-in-law last night..and she said something to me that I have been thinking about.

She said to me “You seems to balance home and living in another country great…what is your secret?”

Well, like I told her there is no secret to my balancing act between London and Florida.

I never have felt that Florida was my home. I never had that feeling of “home”.

I have always wanted to get out of Florida as fast as I could.

I know a majority of my friends and family are there…which is great. I love seeing them when I visit.

However, I still don’t ever feel like I belong I suppose you could say.

London, on the other hand, is somewhere I instantly felt that sense of “home”. I love it here.

London is my home. My heart is here…and I couldn’t be happier here.

Yes, I miss my family and friends back in the States…however, I feel like I fit in and belong here in London.

Don’t ask me how…I am sure I won’t live here in London forever, but for now I am content.

And living a dream.

Balancing home (where you live) and home (where your heart is) is not always easy.

Such as if you move to another country to be with your significant other…and you decide to start a family.

You don’t necessarily look at the place you are living as permanent. Sometimes you want to go back to where your family and friends are to raise your family.

Makes sense…NOTHING is wrong with that.

Even if you counter part does not agree…you can’t help what you feel..and they should understand that.

I mean, it is probably easier said that done..I am neither is a marriage nor a relationship for that matter…so I get it is not that easy.

But home is where your heart is..whether that is in the US, London, Japan…where ever you feel at home…that is where your home is.