Emily from Em=Me

Remember how I told you guys about my friend Emily?

The hot doctor?

Well she is here right now.

On this very blog.

I suggest you welcome her,

then be bffs with her..

because you know..

she saves lives and all..

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'ello readahs.
this is how i imagine someone "across the pond" would greet all of you.
i...am emily.
med student, newlywed, and blogger extraordinaire.
charmed, i'm sure.

if you're anything like me, you immediately fell in love with Megan after reading one of her hilarious comments on someone else's blog.
then you began stalking her blog. reading all her stories.
then you became twitter friends. then facebook friends. then gchat friends.
and now you're talking daily with her mother on the phone.
(just kidding. but only about the last part.)

anyway. bottom line is, i love this girl.
and i was tickled pink when she asked me to be a guest poster.
any friend of meg's is a friend of mine. so hi there, friends.

early on in my and megan's budding relationship, we excitedly discussed the possibility of a #blate.
i, in my eagerness--and with only a limited knowledge of california's vast coast line--suggested that we go camping on said meetup.

big mistake, friends.
huge.
she is definitely more of a cocktails-and-stilettos than beer-and-campfires kind of girl.
it was too much. too soon.
i thought our little friendship was over before it really even began.

but my theory is,
megan is just a little wary of camping.

so i'm going to do my best here to convince megan that the outdoors is our friend.
also, i'm convincing myself.
somehow, my husband roped me into a backpacking trip to Turkey and Greece.
we leave in 10 days.
i'm mildly terrified.

me, and my backpack. (this was in january. hence the sweater.)

                                     

okay. here we go...
first of all, it is important to remember that the outdoors contains wildlife.
and that wildlife are our friends.

look! wildlife! (ps. that's a mountain goat. fyi. i had to look it up. gimme a break. i'm from florida.)

sidenote: after a month in Montana, your wardrobe choices become horrifically tainted. wtf is up with my outfit there?
the shorts=worst decision ever.
i'm aware. just so you know.

it's important to get your face as close to the fish as possible after you catch it.

it's also important to act friendly to wildlife that may or may not be made of stone.

The outdoors can be enjoyable in the cold...

or in the hot.

communing with nature can also give you a huge sense of power

and it can also make you look like death

o.m.g. i cannot believe i am putting this pic on the interweb. only because you can't see my face. (the jesus figure is nick's friend.)

but the scenery is reeeally pretty

there's a tent. proof that actual camping took place.

and ultimately, all you wanna do is give it a biiiiig hug.

all in all, i'm a fan of the great outdoors.
after all, i picked him to host my wedding day
and he did me right.

so we're good.
hopefully this convinces you, meg, that the great outdoors really are great.
come camping with me.
it'll be fun.
and after, we can change into our stilettos and grab a drink, mmkay?

ta ta for now!

Bridget from Tales of Me and The Husband

 I feel like I don't even need to introduce you to Bridget.

Because clearly you already know her.

Bridge and I are basically bffs

that have never met.

We also share the same passion for inappriopriate words

and or blog posts.

You are in for it.

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i'm bridget.  and here's where the story begins.  so, meg and i hooked up in blog land awhile back, but then REALLY hooked up again on twitter and blogs and sometimes email too within the last few months.  and somewhere between trying to plan an austin blate and commenting on each other's blogs, it got serious.  my husband is a little jeal but he'll have to just deal.  meg comes first.

(this photo was originally meant for my husband, 

but now, it's meant for meg.  

and it's backwards because it's photobooth.)

i knew we were meant to be when i read certain twitter comments made by meg that others (read: boring people) might find distasteful.  like, they might classify it as inappropriate or TMI.  some were just downright hilarious and then when you throw in some self-deprecation, well i'm hooked.  so this is when i was like, "i like meg."  because, you see, i too have a love for all things inappropriate.  my filter was lost somewhere between birth and 2011 and i haven't quite found it yet.

i'm not looking for it either.

what's that?  you want to know some things about me?  oh ok. here are some of my self-deprecating/funny/inappropriate/TMI things.  but just cause you asked.

i don't like to shower that often.  because it's not good for my hair.  has nothing to do with my laziness.

when i come across a blog with a perfect house, perfect hair, perfect parties, perfect crafts, perfect recipes, perfect perfect perfect... i send a link to my sister with maybe a bad word underneath the link, referring to the blog-owner.  i need to, ya know, knock her down a few rungs of the ol' ladder to make ourselves feel better.  very mature.  then i go in the kitchen and put on my apron and whip up a gourmet dinner (recipe stolen from the perfect blog) and chocolate cake in time for my husband to come home where i greet him with, "hi honey!  how was your day?!  here's a dirty martini for you.  now let me rub your feet."  all stepford wives like.  what can i say?  i get jeal.  but i love these blogs.  really, i do.

oh, and meg and all her fancy vacations... portugal, ireland, ohhhh i live in england right now and have great hair and and so does my husband... well, she's getting dangerously close.

gosh, what else?  well, i have three older sisters... no brothers.  thus, nothing and i mean nothing is off the table.  breasts, placentas, sex, cervixes, vaginas, bowel movements... it's all ripe conversation material.  think the kardashian sisters with less make up and less money (meg, can i say the v-word on your blog?).

ok... i think i'm going to stop there.  maybe i should've stopped long ago.  but you can't hold it against me.  remember?  lost my filter.

Sarah from Fairy Tales are True

I don't think I need to introduce you to the gorgeous blonde bomb shell that is Sarah. 

Because clearly you already follow her,

right?

good.

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Hi there!  I'm Sarah from fairy tales are true.

I'm (mostly) an ex-pat, much like our pretty megs.  

Except I don't look like a Victoria Secret model and I'm far from a nuero-scientist.  

God really hooked her up, didn't He?

:::resounding yes:::

But I do get to travel a bit, like she and Collin do.
Thanks to my husband.

So here's a few of my favorite places:


positano, italy
i'm simply crazy over this seaside italian village.
crazy, i tell ya.
if you head there, don't forget to stop by Le Sirenuse for a drink and take in the view.

Amsterdam
I never thought I'd like this town.
But I completely fell in. deep. un-quenching love with it!
When you're there, don't forget the floating flower market.
which almost induced a heart attack it was that pretty.

Barcelona
Between Parc Guell, the incredible seafood, art nouveau on every corner, and the sangria ... I was in spanish heaven.

Luzern, Switzerland

so. swiss. gorgeous.

Milano, Italy

yep, another italian city.  

i'm obsessed.

Milan is actually where I spent some primary grades.

It's the best people watching city in the whole world.

or to me, who loves the glam milanese.

Head to La Rinascente to see the Doumo from an interesting angle.

Strasbourg, France

Romance. wine. flame kuchen.

what more would you like?

Lugano, Switzerland

The Ticino/Italian Canon of Suisse.  

One of my favorite places in the world. and with good reason. 

it's stunning.

Salzburg, Austria

Sound of Music, anyone?

Prague

it really is a fairy tale come to life.

bonus: beer and good food is cheeeeeap.

Furkapass, Switzerland

ice caves, heidi braids, swiss alps.

love 'em all.

Pedasi, Panama

whatever you do- stay at Villa Romano.

Paradise. 

I hope you enjoyed a peek of a few of my favorite places!

Hurry back Megan!  Don't be too long...
I don't know about you readers, but Megs comments make my day.
I'm missing the smiles they bring me!!

Ahn from Living with Mr. Johnson- "Faking it"

Oh Team, you are in for a special treat.
Meet my friend Ahn.
She took a blogging break..(lame)
but thankfully, our blogs fell in love before she left,
and we decided to take it to the next level and become penpals.
Remember those? Where people hand write letters to each other,
back in the olden days.
She is back in blogging action now.
and my life is complete again.
Go to her blog. you will NOT regret it.

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hey friends. 

ahn here.

you may know me as megs' thinner, more attractive friend.

megs and i have many things in common...
a great distaste for shaving our legs,
handsome husbands with a passion for repulsive facial hair,
and most importantly, a tremendous abhorrence for exercise.

i know what you're thinking,
"it'll catch up to you someday ahn. you don't have megan's genes."
and you're absolutely right.

so i dropped into lululemon a few weeks ago.
it was my first visit, and i wasn't disappointed.
i went wild.
and do you know what happened next?
i bought work out clothes and i wear them around constantly.
by constantly i mean every day.

i find that is makes people look at me and think, 
"wow, she must have had a great work out."

and that's how it's done.

Good Friday, Goodbye.

I am leaving you with this close up picture of my face..

so that next week, when you miss me, you can come here and look at it.

I am thoughtful like that.

I am going on hiatus next week team,

taking a trip, doing some school work,

and catching my breath before term begins in May.

Fret not,

I have lined up some of the loveliest guest bloggers ever to keep you entertained.

So check back..

seriously..

would I let you guys down and leave you alone

without inanapropriate(ness) to get you through?

I think not.

Yes, that is now a word.

claimed it.

I officially fail at boiling eggs.

random.

but true.

Happy Easter weekend!

OH hey! I didnt even think about the egg comment going with easter..

seriously.

it just happened.

magical.

Blype

Not to be confused with Blate.

Or Burp.

Blype=Blogger+Skype

two worlds combining into one internet force.

Also not to be confused with cybering.

pervs.

Over the past couple of months

I have had the great honoUr

and privilege of blyping with some of my fellow bloggers.

The transition usually goes like this:

We follow each others blogs.

we leave lengthy and often times awkward and or inappropriate comments to each other

we add each other on twitter, fb, and or both.

Sometimes/most of the time gchats happen

and e mails are sent.

Then, in the wee hours of the night/morning (time difference)

we make the decision..

to "meet" face to face

via

skype.

Then I start to sweat.

Not because I am a 50 year old man worried I am going to blow my cover.

But because 99% of the time I am in my pajamas

with no makeup on

and my hair up in towel...(if i actually showered that day)

just chillen with my stuffed animals.

It may be less embarrassing if I was a 50 year old man.

Once we do a quick skype chat de-briefing/warning of what we look like

we click the call button.

and BAM.

BLYPE.

this would be a lot less awkward if my fb wasnt in the background. rookie mistake. Also note how i am skyping with E day AND her blog is open on my internet. turbo creep.

I would like to take a second to point out three things.

1. I am wearing the same thermal shirt in every.single.blype picture. 

Pictures that were taken on very different days.

2. In one picture I do in fact have a towel on my head.

3. three way. nuff said.

Blypers include: Pictured in order: E.day, Emily, Michaela, Emily again, Michaela again, Megan

Not pictured: Ahnika and Rhiannon.

Have you ever cybered?

I mean Blyped?

Cheer up Charlie

(Blog title said with British Accent)

Homesickness for me comes in waves..

roughly around one time a month..

and I am not going to say that it aligns with that womanly time..

but i'm not going to say it doesn't....

Whenever I seem to be feeling that ping in my chest

and pit in my stomach

I receive a special sort of love from some part of the world..

This past weekend it came from Australia, England, and the US.

On a whim, my friend Ella came by my house with a bag full of candy..

just for me..

I don't even have to share it.

Following that I had a #blate with the gorgeous Sophie.

My little Aussie blog pop.

(seriously, if you don't follow her...well..I just don't know about our friendship then..)

Then today I received a care package from the hilarious and AMAZING Emily.

She is a true gem, a quick witted smart gem of a doctor blogger friend.

You need to get on her blog. like yesterday.

Soph's homemade quac. tasted like home (and by home i mean the states where we have real mexican food)

thank you GOD Emily, for American Magazines.

I don't know what I would do without my friends..

blog ones 

and real life ones

and blog ones turned real life ones.

You make my baby leap

(I don't have a baby in me..but I heard that saying in church once)

seemed fitting.

Oh. Hey.

Oh hey there team.

Fancy meeting you here.

Sorry for my lack of bloggyness.

There is no excuse for my type of behavior.

So i'm not going to even try to give you one.

Lets just pretend it never happened and jump right in.

I leave to Portugal tomorrow!

woot woot!

And fret not.

My bff (laptop)

will be coming with me.

So glad I got these new amazing earrings from IHOD for the trip.

Also,

some very important news has come up.

I am coming back to the US of A (California) for TWO weeks at the end of May!

(dates to be confirmed at a later stage)

Why?

Because my mom is awesome and giving one of her kidneys to my aunt,

who is in kidney failure.

insert awkward segway..

Did I mention I was going to Portugal tomorrow?

look.

sun.

A letter to Nottingham

Dearest Nottingham,

We have been together for six months now.

six months. 

that is like a lifetime in teenage years.

I must admit,

I am liking you more these days.

Now that you have gotten out of your dreary funk.

Although, truth be told,

when my friend gave me a strange look,

then reached over and pulled a gray hair out of my head,

I immediately blamed you.

This is just one of many negative things I blame on you.

Others include but are not limited to:

my pasty complexion,

the rapid growth of my eyebrow hair,

the tangled rats nest that lays in bundles on top of my head,

my dry skin,

and the blister on my foot.

I am a side cramp away from being in an abusive relationship.

However,

You are teaching me a few positive things as well.

For instance,

how to not care about what other people think of me..

except the crying all day and taking a depressed nap for 6 hours

after being verbally assaulted by my supervisor was NOT a step in the right direction.

 baby steps.

Embracing being a college student.

And by that I mean skipping class to drink a cider outside..

more then once.

And now that classes have ended,

and the sun is making the occasional appearance,

along with the flowers blooming,

I am more inclined to say "I love you Nottingham"

rather then "I want to punch you in the face."

xx,

Your maid Marion.