Soles and Sleeves

My life in London has begun to settle in.

What better time to give you a peek at where I am, where I'll be, and what I've learned thus far!

And no worries, I don't cry in this one ;)

The weekend following Halloween was fur-reezing. After that weekend passed the weather went back to really warm. As in high 70's.

November has arrived and with a vengeance! It's cold and rainy and WINDY! Such a shock, considering we were in the 80's last week!

Regardless of where you live, I'm sure you heard about Atlanta's snowpocalypse that literally shut down the city early this year. Rumors on the weather mill say this year's winter will be even worse, so warm items are a MUST. I'm wasting no time and breaking out the big guns — my fur vest.

BRRRR

You've probably seen by now but incase you missed it, I was recently in an episode of the new Fox show "Red Band Society".

While I made the stupid brain blip of not taking a picture of my outfit (way too exhausted) it wasn't seen so it really doesn't matter.

I paired the dress with nude heels (not pictured here — they were in my car)

Have you ever heard of Influenster? It's this great website that you sign up for and you get products based on your interests for free. Yes, FREE. The only thing they ask for in return is your opinions. So, here's mine.

I was sent the Mary Kay Voxbox, and inside I found the lovely greeting of "Hello gorgeous! Hola bella!" and a bunch of goodies, including:

The inside of the box!

Places like Six Flags and other theme parks make their money off the beloved roller coasters. Patrons love the feeling of flipping, spinning, and stomach dropping. But it's completely different when the roller coaster you're on is an emotional one.

Not a surprise to anyone, this past week has been tough. I've cried enough to float Moses down the river and then some. I'm not myself; I'm quiet, sleeping 12 hours, emotionless, and just bleh.
But today takes the cake for emotional roller coaster rides.

I woke up from a terrible dream about Bogart.  Long story short, he'd been attacked by a Pit Bull and wasn't doing well. Normally when I have a dream like that I can just call his name and give his head a pat, but no. This nightmare woke me up just minutes before my alarm, which in itself is one of the worst things ever. So my day started with the image of a hurting, frightened, and not very good B. Part of me was all worried that it was a Harry Potter-Arthur Weasley being attacked by Nagini dream, but I know A- there aren't any Pit's where B is, and B- I know that's not possible where he is. But the paranoid part of me took over.

I was so exhausted I decided to go to Jittery Joes this morning and pick up coffee and a muffin (how profesh?) before heading to my internship for 9 hours. Now, some of you know that I have a heart condition. Basically my heart beats rhythm is off and will race for no reason- I can be sitting on the floor putting mascara on and I'm breathing as if I just sprinted a marathon. I guess my medicine hadn't kicked in by the time I started drinking it because for the entire day I was slightly shaking and just overall feeling weird, but I carried on. I got in the office and saw someone brought doughnuts. Anyone who knows me knows I can't resist any donut, much less a good one, so I ate that instead of my blueberry muffin.

My puppy raiser friend had to come in this morning to do something, so we had a nice chat about B and the dogs in general. At one point we were talking about getting an e-mail if they were doing something out of the ordinary (I know, super vague, but that's not the point). She left shortly after. Shortly after that my phone vibrated indicating that I had an e-mail. I opened up my mail and saw I had an e-mail from the foundation, entitled "A note for you from the training center!". Naturally I had to open it then. I couldn't wait a second longer, much less a few more hours until my lunch break.

As I read I had to fight back tears. It talked about all the things he's going to be doing while getting settled up there, including getting another tattoo- and it's not a heart with my name through it. I mean, I couldn't be the intern sitting at her computer crying. Talk about lame. So I fought back the tears until I read the closing (right). That's when it got really tough. But I took some deep breaths, smiled, and choked them back. I forwarded the e-mail my parents and wished it was lunchtime so I could go home and cry.

I planned on doing this post yesterday, but my internet was out since Thursday and just came back up.

A year ago yesterday (6/8) marked exactly 1 year ago I got on a plane and left for London.
But it's so much more than that. Aside from the obvious fact that I went to London on that day, it's probably one of the best days of my life so far.

Her eyebrows are the portal of her personality

What a year it has been. I can honestly say it's been the craziest ear of my life. And I can say that next year will be even crazier than this. So, here's a run down of my past year and a check list of the things to come in the new year.

Last week my baby had his first birthday. So, to pay homage to him and his first year of life, I give you this: a blog full of cuteness that is my baby.

the day I picked him up!

Wacthing Family Feud.. ironically it was a question about dogs!

He's been stubborn since the beginning!

He wanted to come to London with me

Cat beds.. Because he fits...?

My boys! B and Rowdy!

He has a human tendency to sleep on pillows

<3

Halloween- Petey from Little Rascals

Halloween!