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Thankfully, I’m not 12 or 85 but my bathing suit wants me to be.

The 2 things on this planet I hate shopping for the most? bathing suits & jeans. Ick. Lately I’ve tackled bathing suit shopping, but all too soon, probably this fall I fear I will have to go jean shopping. Sigh.

Let’s see. I think in the past 2 days I’ve tried on like 300 bathing suits. Who? Me? Exaggerate? Nah. Seriously though. I feel like I’m at that awkward age/body type where I need to wear a one piece. Now, not everyone surrounding me agrees with this decision but I’m going to do what makes me feel the most sexy so I want to exclusively wear one pieces.

Turns out one pieces are hard to come by. Either I should be a pre-teen or my grandmother. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m neither. Also, there’s (of course!) price to take in to consideration. I wanted to keep it under $40. What? You think I’m a cheapskate? I think I’m a bargain shopper.

After stomping out of Khol’s, trying on everything in stock at JCP & yelling at the manager of TJMaxx, I finally purchased a cute number from Old Navy. Now, I think it should be noted that I’ve only been in Old Navy two other times in my entire life. But, nonetheless, its adorable, I look good in it, & I got it for $31…so under budget!!

Now, to break the news to you guys of why I needed a new bathing suit. J-Bird & I will be on VK this week at the beach. Sorry. This will be my only new post this week, guys. Don’t go having Brenna withdrawals or anything on me. I’ll be back next weekend with stories of sunburns and J-Bird getting on my nerves, I’m sure.


Let’s do a little time travel on here today, eh?

My obsession with Titanic started maybe 15 years ago when I was just a wee little one. I don’t remember quite how I first found out about it, probably in a book or by my mom going Yea there was some big ship that sank & lots of people died a long time ago. Anyway, I was forever intrigued. I saw the movie as soon as it came out (yea, yea, I know) & not even for the love story. Just for THE story.

As many of you probably know, today marks the 100th anniversary of Titanic hitting the iceberg. April 14, 1912 at approx. 11:40 pm (according to Wiki, guys) is when it all started. Or I suppose some say it started way before that. That’s not for me to debate here, now. At just 2:20 am on April 15, 1912 the Titanic was sinking deep into the ocean, but not soon to be forgotten.

I guess I’m so fascinated by the whole thing because I can’t even begin to wrap my head around the events that transpired that evening. I’m terrified of going under water so I can’t imagine how it’d feel to be on a sinking ship (I’d only assume I’d be part of 3rd class, the people who didn’t even have a chance). 1,517 people died that night (also from Wiki, see link above). I can’t imagine what it’d feel like to freeze to death in water at 28 °F. Seriously?! I freak out if the temperature outside is colder than 55 °F.

There’s also been a lot of interest stirred since the ship sank. Expeditions leading to photos/videos of the sunken ship. Controversy over how exactly the ship sunk & whether or not artifacts should be removed have all kept Titanic alive & in the news for the past 100 years. I don’t foresee that Titanic will be going anywhere anytime soon, either. I think people will continue with their interest in the unsinkable ship & need to know more information about it with each new controversy/conspiracy that comes to light.

Anyway, I’ve been to Titanic museums, read books, seen documentaries, written papers & done art projects on Titanic. I can’t help it. I can’t get enough. If you, too, want to continue reading, here are some links:

RMS Titanic

Buy Me a Present Here

Retrieval of Artifacts: To do or not to do?

If you want something to watch on TV tomorrow night, check out the History Channel, they have a special coming on called Titanic at 100: Mystery Solved (8 pm eastern time).

Have a good weekend!


I had to army crawl across the floor in my pretty dress to avoid a killer bee.

Renovations on the Amityville house have officially started. We also have a bee infestation (again), so its like we’re taking one step forward & two steps back.

I’ve spent the majority of my lovely Sunday off stripping pink & white striped wallpaper off the guest bedroom wall & fighting bees in the attic with J-bird & his dad. They’ve mostly used a steamer to get the paper off (we only have one) while I was given the task of ripping it right off with my hands. I have no nails or patience left, but the room is about halfway done. I’m “taking a break”. For “water”. Oh, strike that. No quotes on the water. I actually did get water. But I don’t think doing a blog post is hardly considered a break. The wallpaper is ugly, outdated & messy. I can’t imagine a world where anyone would use pink stripes of any kind on their walls. Then again, I didn’t live here in 1954.

The honey bee infestation started yesterday as I was getting ready for work. Well, it started long before that, but that’s when it got really ugly. Like, I had to army crawl across the floor in my pretty dress to avoid a killer bee ugly. Whatever. I get all panicky around things that can sting me & J-Bird wasn’t home. As of today, we figured out that the bees are entering through our attic & we’ve found about 20 in our house (some dead around the attic door, most half alive, some fully alive). Apparently once they find their way in, they can’t get out. I’m still not sure what we’re going to do about them, I just hope they don’t attack me in my sleep.

If you don’t hear from me in a few days, assume the bees got me.