Such a busy weekend!

On Saturday I got to spend the day with Scott! We drove around the beautiful mountains of Colorado and ended up in Cripple Creek where I used to work. We just happened to end up there when the Ride the Clouds event was going on. Apparently it is a thing that goes on often with a bunch of old cars. It was so neat to see cars from the 50's and 60's! Old cars used to be massive and just so cool looking! Then on Sunday we watched the Broncos give the Chiefs a beat down with my friends and family! We had a great weekend with each other, my mom, Darren, Nakita and Katie! I could not ask for a better time! It was so fun I forgot to post yesterday so I am sorry! 

Happy Monday everyone!

12 September 2014

Sometimes A Cup of Coffee Doesn't Want to Be a Cup of Coffee

Every morning it is cold and quiet. A yawny, groggy, half awake human trods down the stairs and makes me. I am the ever glorious cup of coffee that most people look forward to as soon as they wake up. Life as a cup of coffee is rather pleasant. I am piping hot, I smell invigorating and I bring joy and warmth every day to countless souls. This is all grand except I feel as if my life could be better. Once people are awake they are done with me. I believe life would be far more superior as a chocolate chip cookie. Everyone loves chocolate chip cookies. Children excitedly make them with their parents. Tiny, or not so tiny, bites are taken from the dough. Happy hands roll and mold perfect little rounds of sugary delight. With glee, people dash for the oven once the timer goes off and cautious hands scoop the cookies off the hot pan. Warm, gooey cookies are gobbled up and sooth hungry stomachs. When cookies cool down they still taste delicious but when I get cold I taste bitter and get thrown down the drain. I want to be appreciated and desired by famished people, not under appreciated for my caffeine and needed for that sole purpose. I suppose life isn't all that bad. Folks of all ages do love me. So I shall sit in my cupboard and dream about a toasty oven when I am filled with coffee.

13 September 2014

Pink Lamps and Freaky Europeans

Once upon a time there were two best friends named Javaneh and Nakita. Both saw a movie that gave them chills and inspired a dialog to rival all dialogs. This is the story of how hilarity ensued.

Nakita: oh. my. god. As Above, So Below was SO creepy. I'm still freaked out...I may not sleep tonight. I've not been this freaked out by a movie since I was like 8. and I like it. Good job movie. thanks for having that awesome last minute idea Jeremy you missed out Jeremiah.

Javaneh: Wasn't it so good!!!

Nakita: SO good. But now I have a new reason to not want to go to Paris... specifically the catacombs lol

Javaneh: Oh my god that makes me want to go even more!!! People have really gotten lost! Oh and that club they go into to find Papillon... That's a real club under a bridge. We passed by it while we were exploring the Sunday street markets!!!

Nakita: F*** that creepy chic at that club but I liked that guy they found in the club.

Ah! So much adrenaline from that movie!!

Also when I say I don't want to go it means I really do wanna go so I can freak the crap out of myself.

Javaneh:Yeah that chic freaked me out! Apparently you can hire guides to sneak you into the catacombs if you don't want to wait for the tour but people have died doing that.

And this is where Nakita became insane.

Nakita: I would only do it that way I think.

Go big or go home

ESPECIALLY after that movie haha

Javaneh: Okay that's it we are going to Paris but let's take a real tour of the catacombs. It's far too risky to sneak in. Too many people have died that's why they police it.

Jeremy: So bad ass!!!!

Sorry Jeremy, we proceeded to ignore your only comment.

Nakita: You and I can take a real tour but I really wanna sneak in too... that sounds bad ass. When it's your time it's your time right. I don't wanna die a boring death.

And this is where the momma bear in me came in.

Javaneh: Being lost in a dark underground, staving to death and suffocating does not sound like an exciting death...

Nakita: It does to me! It may not sound fun but it's sure as hell not boring

Javaneh: It would be so boring!!!! Just waiting and waiting to die! It would take you so long to die!

Nakita: at least ppl would talk about it. At least it's not dying in y bed or some dumb shit.

Javaneh: If they knew about it :P you would just disappear never to be found and your family would always be looking for you, wondering where your body was. Beside a boring death isn't the tragedy, a boring life is. I would rather live an exciting life and die in my sleep than die too soon without having lived.

Nakita: You're assuming I'll die tho. That's the problem. Sneaking into the catacombs and surviving would be plenty exciting.. a lot of ppl die but not everyone does apparently or else no one would sneak in.

I'll just be the one who doesn't die =]

And this is where the threats begin.

Javaneh: If you sneak in and live I am buying you like 5 damn hot pink lamps.

Nakita: That is fine!

But only in that scenario

There is no other reason I would be ok with that

lol

Javaneh: I'm buying you one now to remember that :)

Nakita: no

I'll set it on fire

Javaneh: I'll buy you another one.

Nakita: I'll light that one on fire

and eventually Scott will have to cut you off or you'll be homeless!

lol

Javaneh: I won't buy you one if you hire a legit tour guide, go into a not so deadly part and tie a rope to where you came in.

Nope he never will. That's true love!

Some of these get jumbled and confusing. That's what happens when you text and are friends.

Nakita: Then you'll be homeless!

I'll hire a cheap tour guide and tie a rope.

Javaneh: Nope they [the lamps] are cheap. I'll never be homeless. Scott makes too much money.

Nothing in Paris is cheap.

Nakita: Haha well there will be lots of fires.

Well I'll hire the cheapest one I can find.

Javaneh: You may end up as the homeless one with all those fires.

Nakita: lol, why?

I'm not gonna light it on fire in my house

Javaneh: Just put some real money into it so they don't bring you down there and sell you to a Parisian whore house where you'll have to do weird Parisian sex things to pay off your debt for accidentally hiring a pimp.

I'll put it in your house so you have to light it on fire in your house! BAM!

Nakita: I'll just kill those assholes if they try that shit

even more excitement!

Javaneh: You won't be able to they will blow opiates at your face and then cut off your arms to force you to comply.

Nakita: lol cuz I can't just pick it up and take it some where or anything

I'll take it to your house and set it on fire.

Javaneh: Nope I am super gluing the lamps to your floor and then nailing them there.

Nakita: That's super f****d up! Why would anyone wanna have sex with an armless girl

No!!

Javaneh: It's Europe why wouldn't they?!?!

Buahahaha yes!

Nakita: Europe is f****d up

I'm not going

No Paris no pink lamp

all problems solved.

Javaneh: Hey you just have to hire a legit guide and we can go. Problem solved.

Nakita: Nope

You just basically told me everyone in Europe is ok with cutting off a girl's arms and having sex with her. I don't wanna be around ppl like that.

Javaneh: Aw come on!! It'll be fun. I'll go with youo.

Nakita: nope nope nope

Javaneh: Not everyone... Just the seedy underground freaks of Europe who steals tourists from bad tour guides.

Come on Nakita! Haven't you ever seen Hostile?!?!

Nakita: lol this is a great story

Javaneh: I'm blowing opiates in your face and taking you.

Nakita: There's your next story idea

Javaneh: Hahaha I was just thinking that. I may just copy and paste it for my next one.

Nakita: Only if you find opiates that make me think I am a fairy.

Javaneh: Scott said we are ridiculous.

Okay deal!

Some random boring conversation about a story I wrote a long time ago.

Nakita: That's cuz we are

and its awesome.

Javaneh: Super Ninja Pajamaneh powers unite in ridiculousness!

Conversation about reading my stories because Nakita is a bum at that and we both decide it is time for bed.

Javaneh: I'll send ALL of them to you when you go to boot camp...

With drawings of pink things.

Nakita: YES!

Nakita may have said no after this to the pink things but I cannot recall this... since it is my story I will say it didn't happen and that she loves pink things. This is why we are best friends.

Remembering the most tragic day in American history.

Yesterday was a day of reflection. Today as well really. 13 years ago we all witnessed a horrible event unfold in front of our eyes. In Colorado, many woke up, turned on their TV's and saw that the news was already covering a plane striking one tower. Many watched as a second plane hit the second tower. We watched in horror as we learned about the pentagon being hit and a 4th plane crashing in a field going to who knows where. We shuddered as we realized that falling objects from the towers were people choosing to fall to their death instead of the fire raging behind them. We screamed as we watched the towers fall knowing thousands of people were still inside. We sat in silence for most of the day and the days that followed, not knowing exactly what had happened and what that meant for the world. It was an extremely tragic and awful attack on American soil and, for some time, brought us all together. Many men and women enlisted after this attack and for a while we were a proud, united country. A moment of silence should be taken for the nearly 3,000 people who lost their lives and the countless others who have died in the aftermath. It was a bleak moment in our history but we can prevail.

Now, with that said, how about some happy stuff? In our house we love our pets and we love to go to Walmart for entertainment! Jack isn't often photogenic but Buddy and Wes (my mom's "puppy") are. When we aren't playing with our dogs we are spending our time being goofy! 

I hope everyone had a good week and an even better weekend!

Don't worry we are stopped at a stop light. He is so cute!

Scott was blowing in his ear.

Scott is blowing a spit bubble. Gross.

Walmart has weird and random clearance sections.

10 September 2014

I Beg You, Please, Ask For Help.

This is a plea to all who need it this day, please ask for help and you will find a loving soul to guide you through the dark. To the girl who cannot see the beauty in the mirror, ask for help. To the boy who feels too much pain and shame from abuse, please ask for help. To the mother fighting to love her child through postpartum depression, ask for help. To all the lost souls walking this earth feeling alone and unwanted, speak up and ask for help. You are not alone in your fight to live in this world. Love is not a reward that we look for on our journey but instead it is a gift we share openly with one another. There are 7 billion souls just trying to live and as fellow humans we can help each other live. Honor life. Honor this gift of breath and tell someone your struggles, they may be having the same plight. In our sadness we hide our voice. We keep demons locked in tight behind our lips not using our tongue as the key to get out. So take a deep breath and share the weight that is on your shoulders. There is a kind person who will listen to your woes. Sometimes all you need is someone to open their ears so you can free the demons locked inside. So I beg you, please, ask for help and live the life we all deserve to live.

11 September 2014

The Day the World Stood Still

I will never forget the morning of 9/11/2001. I was in 8^th grade, excited for fall and my last year of junior high school. One of my classes, I can't remember which, was in the library first thing in the morning. I remember sitting at a table doing work and I could tell all of the adults were acting strange. They were rushing around but no one said anything to us. Then one of my fellow classmates found out somehow that people were attacking buildings and killing people. This made us all so fearful. Just 3 years earlier we had the shootings at Columbine so as school children we were terrified of dying. We went on to our next class and the news was spreading. The principal had announced that teachers were not allowed to turn on TV's or radios due to the days events. This worried us kids more. We had lots of questions. My social studies teacher decided, since she had questions too, to turn on the TV she had in her room. Through a grainy screen we watched as the first tower fell. We sat in silence, just completely shocked a horrified that this was happening. I remember thinking there were people in there! Shortly after that the principal came in and yelled at my teacher. We had to stop watching and just go about our day like nothing had happened. How could we possibly do that? The whole day was filled with worry. We heard people were targeting all government buildings including schools so us kids were so afraid. We were convinced our school was going to blow up. When I got home I immediately turned on the news. They talked about the towers falling, the amount of deaths, the pentagon being hit, another plane going down after the brave people on board stopped the terrorists. They talked about the conspiracies and all the unknown facts. They talked about everything. As a country we came together. We flew flags and demanded justice. I remember looking in the sky and not seeing a plane for a very long time. The world seemed so different. Scary. I was so young and already so much tragedy had befallen the world I lived in. I could not comprehend what happened that day and frankly I still can't, it is just too tragic. What I can comprehend is that the whole world stood silent. The world mourned as major changes were forced to happen due to the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. We will never forget where we were that day and how we felt. We should also never forget the brave efforts of every fire fighter, police officer, emergency worker and brave soul that went towards the destruction. We should remember the lives lost in war after 9/11. We should also remember that we are given the gift of life and we should honor that in memory of those that we lost. 

Suicide Prevention Day

As many of you now know, I struggle with depression, anxiety and bipolar disorder. I felt a lot of pride in knowing to day is Suicide Prevention Day. Many people do not understand the struggles of living with mental illness but there is always someone to talk to. As I have stated before in my post last month, please reach out and ask for help. I am always available to talk to someone about their feelings and NEVER feel ashamed for having suicidal thoughts. They have come to more people than you think. 

With that said here are the pictures from the day my brother swore in! I do not have the video yet because my computer is being a jerk but I will try to get it up as soon as possible.

Hope you guys enjoy my stories and pictures!

8 September 2014

Goodbye For Now

Mom's tight embrace,

Sister's proud hug,

Girlfriend's sweet kiss,

Along with many kind words,

We say our goodbyes

As we wait to send you off.

For 13 weeks we will be without,

No phone calls or texts,

No tweets or snaps,

Just letters and many sleepless nights.

You carry many titles,

Son, brother, boyfriend,

Grandson, nephew, friend

But so another title shall soon follow,

When we get you back

You will be a Marine.

We are so proud

Yet our hearts do break.

We love our buddy

And miss your dear face.

We can't wait to see you again

And party our sorrow away

In San Diego!

9 September 2014

The Bank Robbery

Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun to his head, Jack said nothing that would put him in danger. The day had really started out like normal. He kissed his wife and kids goodbye and headed to the bank where he worked. The morning was slow as usual, a few loans needed to be approved and he had helped make a few people's lives easier. As lunch time rolled around, Jack walked around and asked a few co-workers if they wanted to head to the sub shop. As he walked up to the tellers he heard a scream and a click behind his head.

“Don't say a word! Walk to the back and load up this bag from each teller. EVERYONE BUT THE TELLERS GET ON THE GROUND AND HAND OVER ALL YOUR PHONES, PURSES AND WALLETS! Do it now!” yelled an armed robber.

Jack did exactly as he was told. He knew one man was behind him with a gun and there were four others casing the bank, picking up the phones, wallets and purses the patrons had given up. Normally he was a boisterous, talkative, even opinionated man but right now he had no words. He could just feel the robbers hot breath and shaky hands. Each teller filled his bag and when they were done they were told to lay down on the floor and not look up. That's when one of the men saw police outside.

“Who called the police? WHO CALLED THE POLICE?” he screamed as he pointed the gun from patron to patron. After seeing some hesitation and just wanting to get the men out of his bank, Jack made a suggestion.

“Let's finish getting this money and then you guys can go. There is a back door you can exit,” explained Jack.

“FINE! Come on let's finish and go!” they collected the rest of the money and headed for the back. Once they got to the back door they decided to exit with Jack. When they got outside they were surrounded.

“Put your hands up!” it was chaos! The men were yelling at the cops and the cops were yelling back.

“Back off! I will shoot him! Back off!” yelled the man behind Jack.

Suddenly, through all the screaming, there were five pops and cops rushing towards him. He couldn't move he was too afraid. One officer grabbed Jack and threw him to the ground. He asked Jack is he was armed then when he confirmed he wasn't he asked if he was okay and told hi to stay on the ground for a moment. Jack looked around. All five of the armed men were on the ground. He assumed snipers had hit them. So many thoughts of his family and life were racing through his head but when a medic came over to him no words could come out. He just shook his head to answer questions and waited for his family to show up. There was no longer anything normal about this day.

We went bowling before we dropped him off at the hotel and he decided to "dress" like a bowler.

Very cute!

Waiting. We did a lot of this on Monday.

They are practicing in the Swearing In Room

Look at him! I am so proud!

Brandon, Brendon and Christian all swearing in! 

Just a boy and his mommy

So adorable! 

We did so much waiting but I would do it some more if we got extra time with him.

Once they were finally called that was it. They were carted off to boot camp.

Bye boys! See ya in December!

My little brother left for boot camp today.

For the first time in his life, Christian not only left home but also hopped on a plane. He should be in California any time now with two of his buddies. Over the next few months he will grow from a boy into a man and then he can call himself a U.S. Marine. I am so flipping proud of him but also a little heartbroken. It seems like yesterday that he was a little boy. He isn't old enough to be gone from home. He isn't old enough to be grown up. It is also so weird to not be able to text him. On the bright side, I have a new buddy thanks to Christian. His girlfriend is pretty awesome and I so happy she was able to spend this weekend with the family. She is great addition to my life and I am so happy to get to know her better. It'll definitely be nice to have someone to bond with while Christian is gone! I have some pictures and video from today but my internet connection is extremely substandard right now so I will post my stories for the day and just go to bed a little sad that my brother is not here. 

6 September 2014

A Day In the Life of a Washing Machine

For all but one to two days a week I sit in relative quite in the dank, dark room that is the laundry room. My only visitors are the cats and occasionally the dogs who sometimes try to steal the cat food on the floor next to me. The other cat eats on my brother the dryer. We also have the litter box but the fresh scent or laundry makes that bearable. Life is pretty simple until it is laundry day. I become a puking slave of dirty underwear and sweaty T's. Clothes get shoved in my mouth and then a horrid tasting detergent is poured down my gullet. On occasion it is bleach that I get. After adjusting the clothes I get, I spit freezing water on countless pairs of socks, pants and shirts. As I gargle and try to hold everything in, the clothes slowly start to loosen up the dirt and grime that they had carried for a week while waiting for me. I spin them and spin them, puking more water on them until finally I spin them free of all the water I gave them. This happens several times until I get a couple days off. Every other week I have to wash sheets and those are awful! So full of dog hair and dead skin! I have to wash the sheets with scalding hot water to sanitize them. It is all in a days work and for the most part I am left alone. I should really just be grateful I am not the toilet.

7 September 2014

The Birth of Elizabeth I

After a long and exhausting day, I have been delivered of a child. A couple of weeks ago I went into confinement with my ladies. We sat in a dark room for a couple weeks of weeks with no men. My room was designed free of designs of humans and animals so as not to disturb my unborn child. My ladies and I sipped wine and spices as we awaited the pains of labor. It was a pleasant rest after months of celebrations. I have not been well in the end of pregnancy and Henry was fairly concerned for the health of our promised son. Eventually I felt the pains and very quickly, the babe was born. I could hear the fierce lungs of my new child but no one was congratulating me. After the babe was cleaned and wrapped, my lady approached and presented me with my daughter. A daughter. She was beautiful. Strong and fiery red like her father, my precious new daughter looked back at me with piercing black eyes and a feeling of triumph shot through me in her stare.

Henry was entirely displeased with the birth of a daughter. We canceled all celebrations for a son, the coveted son I swore I had inside my belly and the astrologers had predicted. Our coveted son was not born this day but we named our new princess Elizabeth and Henry determined we were young. I feel he was quite relieved that a healthy child was born and I survived with my health as well. He knows we are young and a son can be conceived. I cannot help but look at our new child and think of how wonderful she is. A fierceness lies in her face that gives me a feeling of greatness for her. There is something about her that will change the world. Every ounce of her screams it. My daughter will be great even though she is not the prince Henry so deeply desired.

I want more days like today!

It is a perfect 70 ish degrees out and the sun is shining so I am sitting out back on our swing made by Papa and enjoying the afternoon. Clouds are starting to roll in but otherwise it is perfect. If it were only 5-10 degrees warmer I would be in heaven. I love sitting outside listening to classical music play alongside the crickets. It gives me peace on otherwise non-peaceful days.

In 2 days we will say goodbye to the little boy that Christian is and in a couple months we will get back not only a man but a U.S. Marine. I could not be more proud of him. Life is pretty splendid right now and I am so grateful to have it that way. I hope everyone is having a great weekend. Enjoy it while you can, summer is almost over!

4 September 2014

Our Heart

Our heart,

Such a fickle thing,

It confuses our mind

And makes life difficult.

Our heart say things

That our brain can't process.

We think rationally

But feel irrationally.

Our brain tells us,

“It will all be okay,”

Our heart,

The red jail cell of love,

Tells us horrible things,

“It is not okay,”

“It will never be okay,”

“Life is too scary,”

“I cannot let go.”

The signals get mixed,

Fear and anger come out,

Our heart tells us

To hold on tight

And never let go!

But we must move forward,

Forge new grounds

For our fickle heart to go

And trust that

Even if our brain and heart

Can't get along

It is our gut where it all

Comes together as one.

5 September 2014

Buddy Diaries: I Can't Deal With The Weather

My people insists on leaving me outside, do they not understand how undignified that is? I lay on the hot porch hoping if I pant enough they will let me in my alas my lady person has figured me out. She sprays down the patio constantly and gives us a large pool to drink from. On occasion she makes us get in the pool and she puts her feet in it. I do not understand this behavior. You drink water and yet they like to be in it. They bath in it daily and put their feet in it. Is this world so harsh that we must bath often? I do not think so! I hate water. Jack will get in it if our lady person does but even he is not quite a fan of the wetness. The summer is unbearable. We get no reprieve from the sweltering heat of the garish sun. All day long it beats down on us like it is attempting to fry our insides. Today is just as bad in a different way. It is freezing and raining. I t is as if the world cannot figure out how to be. Please world! Just give me my bed, an excessive amount of treats and moderate weather. For now I will sit here as my lady human looks at me. I will keep my back to her and sit sadly in the cold wet grass and make her feel bad for me. At least it is not raining any longer but thanks to that I am outside. She keeps threatening me with a bath because I “stink”. Lady person, I smell like the musty dog smell that is proper! Tonight I think I will sleep at their feet and steal all the covers. That will teach them!

Our last two days in Paris... so sad to talk about it.

Today I am posting the last two days worth of pictures from our trip and it is so sad! We ventured to the top of the Eiffel Tower and drank too much near the Moulin Rouge (and no we didn't go in it was around 200 euro, that is insane!). We visited a really cool cemetery and took in the last bits of the city before eating dinner at Les Deux Magots, again, on Hemingway's birthday. The trip was so incredible and I could not be more thankful to my husband for taking me on an adventure of my life. I could not have asked for a better, more romantic place to spend two weeks with the love of my life! I will definitely be going back with him in the future. Without further adieu, here are the rest of the pictures... after some stories of course. 

Happy day all!

2 September 2014

The Death Bed

He lay on his death bed knowing his last breath was around the corner. He felt his chest seizing but his coma made it impossible to reach out to his family and speak. As his last breath approached he suddenly was filled with memories of his past. He remembered being a small child and learning he would be a big brother. How proud that made him feel to be an older sibling to a tiny baby. It happened three more times and he remembered growing up in a wonderfully hectic home with so many brothers and sisters running around. He remembered the day he learned to ride a bike. His dad held him up at first and told him to believe he could do it. He remembered the rush he felt when his dad let go and, for the first time, he rode down his block like he had never known any different. He remembered making a volcano with his parents for the science fair project. Getting the gold ribbon made him feel like he was a champion! He remembered his first date with Becky and his first kiss at the end of the night. He remembered the pure innocence they shared in their young love. He remembered the painful end of that relationship as they moved away to different schools and different lives. He remembered to long days and longer nights of studying and partying in college. His greatest memories began to flood in faster as he felt time slow down to a crawl. Meeting his wife, how nervous he was to ask her father for her hand in marriage, seeing her walk down the aisle, learning he was going to be a father, watching all three of his daughters be born, playing with dolls and having tea with barbies like his girls wanted, watching his girls grow up into wonderful women who gave him sons he always wanted when he walked them each down the aisle. He had left such a pleasant life behind him with many fond memories and many not so fond memories. As he lay on his death bed only the good in life stayed with him. He let out his final breath and all the good memories zoomed around him as he passed with ease onto the next venture in life. His family couldn't help but think of what his last memories could have been. If only they knew it was all about them.

3 September 2014

The Elevator

I stepped onto an elevator today and took an adventure I did not expect. Everything seemed normal until I looked for my floor. The numbers were there but so was another button. This was very reminiscent of Google. It said, “I'm feeling lucky.” I was a bit cheeky this day and decided to try my luck. The elevator went down for what seemed like forever. I listened to music and played some cards until finally the elevator slowed to a stop and dinged. I stood up and took a deep breath and waited. The doors slowly swept open and to my surprise I was in a tropical land. Had the elevator known my day was not so great? It must have known because it sent me to paradise. The ocean beat softly on the beach and crashed on some distant rocks. Birds cawed as they flew around and the air was perfectly warm. I took in my scene. I found a mossy log, rolled up my sleeves and took a lazy beach nap. After what seemed like hours of napping and exploring I hopped on the elevator and headed home to tell my husband. He was excited as all can be and wanted to join me on another adventure. The next day we made our way to the elevator and suppressed our smiles as we both reached for the button to experience the time of our lives. We shuttled on down for a long, long while. We heard the ding and watched as the doors opened up to... 

Loved turning the street corner and seeing this :)

Me and my tower.

Love it!

Looking up to the top from the middle.

Looking down from the middle!

The city is just endless.

Musée dd l'Armée in the gold.

Waiting to buy a ticket to the top! It was very windy and closed for a bit.

We waited a while.

Such a handsome guy!

Heading up. I will admit I cried a little.

At the Bastille Day fireworks show this WHOLE area was filled to the brim with people.

We were staying by that tall tower back there.

Wax figures of Gustav Eiffel, his daughter and Edison.

Arc de Triomphe

So high up! the second bought from the bottom in the river was the one we took for our tour!

I love this picture!!!

At first I thought this was a football field then I remembered I was in Europe.

Our wedding anniversary!

At the top there were different monuments and where they were in relation to what part of the tower you were standing at.

Seriously... it is endless.

Scott took these shots off the top. He leaned his arm out and clicked away!

Champagne at the top!

The man who served us the champagne took our picture and even made everyone stop and move out of the way to get a good shot of us! It was great!

Me being emotional and taking it all in.

So insanely cool!

Here we are at Sacre Ceour. We didn't get any shots of the cathedral but we did walk all the way up to it which is definitely such a hard climb! It is at the top of a hill. a big one.

The Eiffel Tower out there!

See!

Moulin Rouge!!!!

Beers we know!!!!!

At night!

The last day we were here!

The graveyards here are so cool!

The Grand Palais

And the Petit Palais

There was a free museum in the Petit Palais.

The Death of Ophelia.

The museums here were just insanely awesome!

This was a cathedral near Les Deux Magots. It is the oldest church in Paris. It was built in 500 AD. Yes, over 1500 years ago!

It still has a lot of it's original Roman influences in it from the cross in the back (sans Jesus) and the murals and paintings all over it.

There was more woodwork in this one than other churches.

This is a statue from when it was originally built.

One last time!

Such a lovely shot!

I can't believe this was our view!

I could have sat here for days!

And I did! I sat and wrote in my window while I watched the sun go down and the tower sparkle!

Goodnight everyone! I hope you enjoyed my adventures in Paris!