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Hello my lovelies! Sorry I’ve been away for so long, things have been a bit up in the air this past week or so and I just haven’t had the will to sit down and make myself post anything (although really it’s all I’ve thought about doing, lol).  I’m moving at the end of February and there’s just a lot going on, but I won’t bore you with the details, I just didn’t want y’all to think I had abandoned you! My posts should be normalizing time-wise in the next week but if it takes me a while to get anything new out please just stick with me, I’m doing my best 😀

But all that aside, let’s get into today’s topic shall we…

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LOVE…sigh. I for one have always believed that true love is out there just waiting to be found — or you know, waiting to find me because let’s be honest here, my tracking and locating skills are like nil. I have problems following Mapquest instructions… yes really. And forget giving me directions involving street names (just tell me what it’s by for crying out loud) because all you’re going to do is confuse and annoy me. So in all actuality unless I just stumble across my True Love haphazardly (I am a kluz so it could happen I guess) I imagine it’s up to him to find me. Sorry Future-Man-Of-My-Dreams, I know it’s a lot of pressure but I have faith in you. And really, one of us needs to have these skills or heaven help us when the Robot apocalypse occurs and we can’t find our way out of a major city…but that’s neither here nor there.

Now I’m not one to sit and bemoan not having found my True Love yet (outside of my head at least, I can whine all I want too in my thoughts and you’ll never know…muwahahaha) but I rediscovered a song the other day that I hadn’t heard in years and not only did it make me literally laugh out loud, but it also made me think about my perspective on love (the song mentions prenups)… And over the course of this pondering, I realized that while I’m still a nutter about love and romance and all that good stuff, I have become a bit more cynical when it comes to the idea of love and/or True Love over the years. But that’s a product of life and growing up I think. It’s hard to keep a completely rosy outlook on love and marriage (which I equate with love — you know, you fall in love and get married) when you’ve watched your parents get divorced after years of unhappiness and you see the bitterness and the anger and all the things that could go wrong when you tie yourself to somebody.

I have always been the girl waiting for love, so full of faith that love was out there, and I still am. I just see things a bit differently now. I surprised the heck out of my mom and my best friend a few weeks ago when we were discussing women’s rights in Ireland and I mentioned that they have only recently within the last twenty or thirty years legalized divorce and how I could not imagine living in a place (in this day and age) where I could not get a divorce if I needed one. And that I would never live somewhere where I could not divorce someone, no matter how badly I wanted to live there. And since I am seriously one of the biggest romantics ever, this kind of threw them. For a moment they just stared at me with their mouths agape before finally my mom said (with a look of crestfallen, heartbroken-ness that I knew meant she blamed herself for my apparent loss of faith in love, which has been a major portion of my personality since I can remember) that she didn’t know divorce was so important to me.

(And I know what y’all are thinking, if she’s so romantically minded and believes in True Love, what the heck is she doing blogging about the importance of being able to undo a marriage?! But just stay with me, I have a point, I promise!)

It’s not divorce itself that’s so important to me, it’s the right to have one that I couldn’t do without. We’re human and sometimes we make mistakes, marriages are formed for all the wrong reasons, some people are not always who they appear to be, yadayadayada and so there must be an out. Imagine being trapped with someone, who for whatever reason, wasn’t right for you and who made your life miserable. *Shudder* I’ve always had a fear of being trapped, of being unable to escape something, but when I was younger I never thought of that fear applying to love. Now that I’m older I understand that love is a tricky B*tch and we all have to keep on our toes…that’s all I’m saying.

And having grown up completely enthralled by Disney Princess movies (I still adore them), I thought finding my True Love would be easy enough. I figured I’d fall madly in love when I was sixteen (you know…like the Princesses), get married, and Disney would eventually make a beautifully animated movie out of my epic romance. Yet sadly, it’s not so simple. I’ve passed my sixteenth year and still haven’t met my Prince Charming and honestly sometimes that just irks the bejesus out of me. Twenty-three isn’t old, and I’m far from being considered a spinster or anything, but when you’ve had a schedule in mind since you were five and you’re 6-7 years off that schedule it feels like a freaking eternity! There’s a line in the song I mentioned, where Fiona (yes, this is from Shrek the Musical…don’t judge) sings: “Ever after better get here, I want love in seconds flat,” and boy do I understand what she means. Sometimes it feels as if I’ve been waiting forever (The WAITING!!!!! …you’ll get it when you listen to the song) lol.

But divorce and the unscheduled waiting aside, in many ways, I’m still a fool about love. I can’t wait to experience it for myself and part of me still imagines it will be all Disney-like and coated in glitter or something. And maybe it will be, if I want it and dream about it and ask for it long enough (it’s called manifestation people!). But whether or not it’s dripping in glitter, I still know Love is out there. I’ve gotten older and hopefully wiser over the years but really, I’m still just a big kid reading my fairy tales and dreaming about my Knight in Shining Armor.

And yes… I know it’s today.

Familiar Halloween Haunts

Before I actually start this post, I’d like to take a second and remind everyone that I am not tech savvy by any stretch of the imagination…really, it’s a miracle I figured out how to work this site as well as I have so far! It came to my attention that although I thought I had replied to some comments, in reality I had just written another comment (which doesn’t send a notification to the person I’m replying to, making it look like I’m not answering). I don’t really know how this happened, I thought I clicked reply, but who know’s what I actually clicked…sigh. I fixed this problem and now I know how to reply properly (Huzzah!) and I’m sorry for the mix up. If you take the time to comment, I will reply! Also, I don’t know if you noticed the new background picture as well as the new header (both photo’s I found on Facebook), but just in case you have and were sitting there thinking I have absolutely no eye for complementary colors (I am partially color blind but that’s beside the point lol) I am aware that purple and orange do not really go together. But they are my favorite colors — along with green and there’s green in the forest picture so whoot! — and they calm me, so for now purple and orange will be besties on this page!

Ok, now that that’s out of the way…this is a random blog, but it’s stuff I have on my mind at the moment. I’ll write a real blog post in a day or so 😀

Halloween is just around the corner (Samhain for me but I still love Halloween too) and that means it’s time to pull out the October/November room decor! Plastic pumpkins and cute scarecrows how I’ve missed you since you were replaced by winter decorations last year. It also means it’s getting time to venture downtown again for a caramel apple because let’s face it, it’s just not October until you’ve eaten your first (of many) gooey, completely mouth-watering, pecan-strewn caramel apples. Oh get the chocolate covered, or candy-coated ones if you want but ick…they just seem wrong in so many ways. There’s nothing like sinking your teeth into salty caramel and sweet apple. And getting the apples if part of the adventure for this time of year; it’s far too hot  (for me at least) to be traversing downtown under the glare of the summer sun, but it’s finally cooling off enough to brave the winding trek down the cobblestone roads in search of the perfect autumn treat. It’s a tradition I have revived after years of it lapsing and one I fully intend to keep around for years to come!

Pumpkin Decor

And the familiar beauty of pumpkin patches are springing up everywhere here! I love driving past them, all the lovely orange pumpkins spread out as far as the eye can see (kind of), they just look so happy waiting to be taken home and enjoyed much to the delight of a family. I can’t remember actually going into a pumpkin patch, but I love riding past them, it’s like Christmas lights (which are already being set up of course)! And pumpkin-everything is back finally…bread, ice-cream, pie, and yummy drinks…it’s enough to delight any pumpkin/autumn enthusiast.

Pumpkin Patch Photo Found On Facebook

And while I do not…I repeat, DO NOT, like to scare myself by watching the freaky movies that dominate the air-waves this time of year, I do have a few books and movies that I love to read and watch every October. As silly as it is, I absolutely adore watching Disney’s Halloweentown and it’s spinoff’s, they’re just so fun! And since I am the easiest person to scare, I appreciate the fact the I can enjoy this Halloween movie without losing sleep  because I had to stay awake all night to make sure there wasn’t something waiting to grab me the moment I closed my eyes! But there is a part of me (a really really small part) that enjoys being slightly creeped out this time of year, so I turn faithfully to the amazing Libba Bray’s fantastic Gemma Doyle Trilogy. These books have everything in them: romance, supernatural powers, boarding school, English society, and a subtle but powerful creep factor. I won’t give the story line away but I highly recommend them! I’ve loved them for years and they’ve only gotten better the older I’ve gotten. This year (last night really) I picked up the final book in the trilogy: The Sweet Far Thing and although I only got six or seven chapters in last night, I already felt the goosebumps starting to rise as the story unfolded again! (And Libba Bray had a blog on this site, I don’t know how to insert a link to it, but go look for it and discover her awesome novels for yourself!)

The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray.

So what about you guys? Do you have a favorite part of October (besides the candy)? A favorite food, sight, movie, or book perhaps? Let me know and happy October!