PSS famous...

anyone who knows me and my college girlfriends knows how much we love our alma mater...we may even be mildly obsessed. so when the most recent isssue of the pultney street survey, the colleges alumni publication, arrived in the mail naturally i flipped to the back first to read the class notes and look at the pictures...and there was ours...

i can't tell you how much i have loved being a part of the hws community, even know, in boston nearly 12 years after graduating some of my bestest friends are from that very special place. my husband and i are so lucky to have gone to a school like this...and you'd better believe i'm going to force all my children to go there as well...YEAH 'BART!

currently reading...

i saw this book a few months ago at the airport and finally got around to picking it up from the library. i thought the story line of orphan train sounded interesting, and then i started looking further into the story of orphan trains. surprisingly I had never heard that this was a very real movement in the united states between 1853-1929 where they would literally train out orphans from the overcrowded east to families in the midwest. some would be treated like slaves/servants when they arrived to their new families and others would be accepted as though they were part of the family. i'm only a quarter of the way through this book, but i'm fascinated by the fact that this actually happened...

quotable...

“It is useless to try to make peace with ourselves by being pleased with everything we have done. In order to settle down in the quiet of our own being we must learn to be detached from the results of our own activity. We must withdraw ourselves, to some extent, from the effects that are beyond our control and be content with the good will and the work that are the quiet expression of our inner life. We must be content to live without watching ourselves live, to work without expecting any immediate reward, to love without an instantaneous satisfaction, and to exist without any special recognition.” 

                           -Thomas Merton, No Man Is An Island

and the first day of 2014...

as the wife of a hockey coach you'd think i knew how to ice skate...and you'd be dead wrong. so to say i was nervous when he came home with tickets to frozen fenway ice skating on new years day would be an understatement.

we went, i skated, and i came home in one piece. the best part of the day started before we even went when he came home with a used pair of ice skates he bought for me and said, 'no wife of mine is going to be caught wearing figure skates'...hahaha.

it was so exciting to be ON THE FIELD looking back at the empty stands, lights on, music playing... how incredible it must feel when the stadium is packed for game day. but it was a pretty perfect way to kick start 2014...