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Beauty in Picture Form

I just wanted to share some images with you of people who have made a positive difference in my life, and a clip of Manny the Frenchie, who makes me smile with everything he does.

My best friend Darien Marshall who makes my day via Snapchat convos
My best friend Darien Marshall who makes my day via Snapchat convos
My boyfriend & I goofing off in our free time
Deane & I goofing off in our free time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Val, the lunch lady, on her last day
Val, the lunch lady, on her last day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Beauty in the Simple Things

I wish to ask people, what are the things that you consider “beautiful”?

A sunset or sunrise will always be a beautiful sight to me, but also the sight of falling snow. Yesterday, Burlington saw its first sign of winter as snow flakes fell softly, but swiftly through the air to the ground. It covered my jacket that isn’t waterproof, but I still enjoyed the experience of feeling chilly in a state that is known for its low temperatures during the winter season.

I have been lucky enough to say, “I still chat with my roommate from freshman year of college,” and I was lucky enough to have a small chat with her about what we consider beautiful. The first thing she asked was, “Well, in what context?” She’s such an intelligent student. I repeated the question, and her wonderful answer was: “Seeing something broken being put back together.” I immediately thought of two things. One: a vase filled with liquid being exploded.. Two: someone finding love after being heartbroken for a long time

It’s interesting when you take out the search for specifics and just ask yourself a general question that could be taken anywhere and everywhere. Each person has their own unique views, and that itself is beautiful. She then asked the question back at me, and I listed several things that I considered beautiful: a giggling baby that starts dancing gleefully but all it looks like is them stopping around and moving their arms back and forth, a picture that captures the majestic beauty and power of water, a picture of a past moment that has the ability to still give you the feeling you felt while living that memory, watching horses play and run in grassy fields, and seeing heartfelt reunions in an airport.

Something that I find absolutely & amazingly beautiful is the act of relationships; whether it be between friends, family members, significant others, and even strangers.

My aunt lived in Paris for two years in her youth, and made some wonderful connections with people who she didn’t know before. I was able to use her connections so that a dear friend and I could spend almost a week to celebrate my 21st birthday in Paris and to also fulfill my friend’s lifelong dream of visiting Paris. The woman was basically a stranger to me, but with open arms she welcomed us into her heart and home. I know that I am fortunate to have a supportive family who understands the importance of each member and recognizes their unique characteristics. I have connected deeper with some more than others, but that’s what makes those relationships between family members more beautiful.

I can’t forget the friends who have stuck with me through the good and the bad. I also appreciate the friendships that didn’t work out because I have learned valuable lessons from each turn of events. Last, but not least, I want to thank my special someone who has made me feel lucky, special, and beautiful all at the same time. Love is a beautiful thing that people should never take advantage of, and not take for granted. It’s a precious gift.

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My First Skinny Pancake Adventure

While my ex-boyfriend and I were still dating, we went to Skinny Pancake and it was interesting. I ordered biscuits with gravy. It was pretty good. We shared the crepe pictured below. It had a massive brownie inside the crepe, homemade vanilla ice cream on top, and yummy whipped cream on the sides. There was also a gypsy duo there, and they were nice. Good music…. where’s a cool place you’ve been?

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Brownie in Bed crepe with the bf #yummy #happiness #firsts

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Getting back on my feet

 

Such a beautiful arrangement
Such a beautiful arrangement
"It's SOOO pretty!!" -Mom
“It’s SOOO pretty!!” -Mom

I am happy to be baring good news to all. I have served my time (6 weeks) with the mono virus, and I am on the road to a more healthy future. My very sweet mother was so worried about me, and she sent me such a beautiful gift.

It wasn’t the first time that my mom sent me flowers, but instead of a random “pick-me-up” or “you’re doing great! Keep working hard in school!” it was a Get Well Soon arrangement. It even came with a gorgeous balloon that both my mom and aunt admired the moment they laid their eyes on it. They put a smile on my face when they were chit chatting about how they have never seen a prettier balloon.

These wonderful gifts were given to me during the middle of my long fight for my health. To this day, those magnificent daisies (my favorite flower) have kept my faith alive by staying alive themselves. With love and care, we were both able to make it to the end and move past it to happier days. It’s the small things in life that can make the biggest difference. I will be forever grateful for everyone who showed their concern for me and offered a helping hand when they could so that I wouldn’t fall behind in work. Here are a couple pictures to show you how the daisies and I are living towards a healthy and happy state of being.

Still going strong
Still going strong
Glad to be healthy again
Glad to be healthy again
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Fighting Through It All

Well, life can’t be all dandy all the time. Clearly my life wasn’t finished with this nasty virus I had. The adventure to Our House was wonderful, and it was a great distraction to what was happening with my body. The very next day (a Saturday) I slept in really really late. I was excited to hang out again with my friend. Well, my body was going to change our plans. Instead of doing something that rid our minds of stress and sickness, we took a drive to the Emergency Room around 4:30pm. I bet you’re thinking, “Oh no! What happened?!” I’ll tell ya! My stuffy nose had gotten to the point where I couldn’t breathe a single breath in or out of it, which meant I had to depend on my mouth for all forms of breathing, but that was an issue within itself. I felt like I was being choked as I breathed, and every time I swallowed I felt like my throat was being stabbed on both sides. My head felt weird… light-headed but heavy at the same time. That was probably a result to having a slight headache and a fever. If you couldn’t tell by my description of my symptoms, I was not having any fun and I was in a ton of pain.

Trying to smile through the exhaustion
Trying to smile through the exhaustion

Luckily, I was checked in, seen by a nurse, and then placed in a shared room within 45 minutes of arriving in the ER. That’s pretty awesome timing! A little happiness lol Almost immediately getting into a hospital bed, I was hooked up with an IV… well, actually two at first. My friend graciously stayed by my side as long as she could, but she had to sadly leave around 8:30pm because she had to go to work and nobody had offered to take her shift. Before she departed though, we were joking with the nurse. I had told him as he was hooking up the IV, “I’m not going to be a boring patient. Just so you know.” A statement couldn’t have been more true. I had even brought my Vermont Teddy Bear with me because I had a feeling that I would be in the hospital for a while. I didn’t stay the night, but I was in that hospital bed for over five hours. After four IV bags, and my heart rate FINALLY dropping below 100, I was allowed to go back to my apartment. When I say “finally,” it is protocol that a patient can’t leave the Fletcher Allen hospital unless their heart rate is below 100. Well, mine just wouldn’t slow down and so it took at least two hours of waiting just for that.

I called Campus Public Safety, and my favorite CPS officer was the one to pick me up. He was lovely to chat with and I reminded him that he was also my ride home when I visited the ER my freshmen year of college. Some things just don’t change. Before I go further into the future, I just want to comment that my protective mother had called the hospital multiple times after she read my text about me being in the ER (a couple hours late I might add). She talked with me first, then the doctor, and then the nurse that was attending me. Gosh she can be embarrassing sometimes. When she found out my nurse was male, she was all “Ooooo is he cute?!” and my response was, “He’s married, mom. Please don’t.” Well, when she was on the phone with him, she told him about the whole conversation. At least he was a good sport about it. I noticed he smiled and laughed a lot while chatting with my mom about what was happening with me.

Don't want to spread this illness...
Don’t want to spread this illness…

My mom and my aunt (her twin sister) drove up on Sunday, and stayed until Tuesday to take care of me, which I REALLY needed. When they first arrived, they immediately started stripping my bed and cleaning my apartment. My mom didn’t show her disappointment too much about all the laundry I had just laying around my room. It was ALL of my laundry. I literally had like one pair of pants left and two shirts. The three of us stayed in this awesome hotel in Williston, VT. It was one of the penthouse suites and had an upstairs section, which was my bed. As my mom said, “keep the sicky away from the healthy ones.” Monday was kind of a busy day for me. Well, it felt like it because I was getting extremely low on energy. My aunt was a great sport and did all my laundry at the local laundromat, while my mom and I visited a local doctor. My mom was overjoyed when the doctor said she would take me on as a new patient even though she wasn’t taking new patients.

They said their goodbyes Tuesday morning, but things took a turn for the interesting. While my mom was dropping off my aunt at White River Junction, I called her with my test results. I tested positive for mono. She immediately called any/all hotels to book a last minute one night stay, and turned around to take care of me for one more day/night. I wasn’t expecting it, but I was appreciative of everything my mom did to help me towards the road of recovery. Something to keep in mind: I live four and a half hours away from home. My mom drove that Sunday morning. The drive to White River Junction is one and a half hours away from my school. So on Tuesday, she drove 3+ hours and then on Wednesday when she left, she then drove the 4+ hours back home. My mom is awesome! 

Is there anyone in your life that you think is super awesome? Why? 

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Our House’s Adventures

Hello all. I am deeply sorry that I haven’t been posting lately. I have not been feeling well for weeks, and so this post and couple more will be your update on what has been happening in my life. I may not be majorly important in your life, but to some I mean the world to them. I also love them back just as much, and maybe even more if that’s possible. One of my best friends is one of the sweetest, kindest person you will ever meet. She makes life a much more enjoyable journey.

Drinkin' it Up!
Drinkin’ it Up!

We both needed cheering up. I needed it because my (un-named at the time) illness had been killing my energy levels and throwing me for a nasty loop. She needed it because school had been getting overly stressful. So, we decided to do a little bit of shopping and then go out for dinner. The restaurant we went to was called “Our House.” It was such a cute little place with a bar, and all the tables were raised up high, which I love because it makes me feel tall.

Delicious food!!
Delicious food!!

 

I love taking pictures to document memories and events that I don’t want to forget about. So, I brought my polaroid camera with me, which didn’t surprise my friend at all because she knows of my love for polaroids.

 

My beautiful friend
My beautiful friend

 

It was fun to have my drink served in a mason jar. Not the normal glass you get when at a restaurant. What was also different about Our House is they had a whole menu just for mac n’ cheese. A whole separate menu!! It was awesome! Both my friend and I ordered from it, and neither of us regret that decision.

In addition to the yummy main courses, we also ordered a delicious appetizer of spinach & artichoke dip, which was beautiful displayed with the bread slices it came with. Now even though we couldn’t finish our meals in the restaurant, we still took the plunge into the dessert options. It’s funny how we were able to finish our dessert, but not our main courses. Who could blame us though?! Look at the picture I took! It’s four scoops of ice cream (2 coffee and 2 chocolate) with Oreo crumbs at the bottom, hardened chocolate covering parts of it, whipped cream, AND chocolate sauce drizzled all over it! There was no way we could let any of it go wasted.

Look at this deliciousness!!
Look at this deliciousness!!
Spinach & Artichoke Dip
Spinach & Artichoke Dip
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Welcome! Welcome!

Hello,

My name is Alexandra, but I also go by the names of Alex or Panda. If you would like to know the story behind that nickname, don’t be afraid to ask in the comment section.

I am simple and complex at the same time. There are certain things that I know I want in my life, and then there are parts & times where I am utterly confused as to what I should do next or where should I go to improve my life. Movies are an all time favorite past-time of mine, and I truly enjoy the company of others, but in smaller numbers. Cute things scream out to me and will forever keep hold of a piece of my heart.

I have way too many objects that belong to me, but yet most of them I cannot part with because they encase a special memory or nostalgic feeling. Cooking could be a passion of mine, but I don’t do it often enough to make such claim. I thoroughly enjoy the sound of pouring rain and the smell it brings during and after the fall of that water. Speaking of water, I can only enjoy it plain if it’s cold, and I don’t like to swim in it unless I can see the bottom or my feet.

As soon as I was able to connect to the internet, I don’t think I’ve gone more than a month with some form of interaction on it. That being said I may not always be up-to-date on what’s happening in the world, let alone the town I’m living in. I have called the same household my home for the amount of time I’ve lived so far, but at the same time I have traveled and “lived” in multiple places that slowly earned the title of “home.” Many times I found myself saying the phrase “home home” to describe the place I grew up & where my parents still reside.

Since I’ve returned from my study abroad experience in Ireland, I have noticed that a part of me was left there, and I sort of think it was kept there on purpose so to encourage myself to return there again.

Now it is your turn to reflect:

Have you been somewhere where you left a part of yourself? Do you want to go back there? Why or why not?

What are some things about yourself that are odd? Do you love those things? How do you bring out the good in your day-to-day lives?