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Wow how have I not posted this yet?

So I have two teams this season, here’s my run down.

On Breesus, King of the Drews (12 man league) I have…

QB Drew Brees (I didn’t draft him so I traded hard for him)

RB LeSean McCoy (first pick of the draft baby!)

RB James Starks

WR Julio Jones

WR Greg Jennings

WR Alshon Jeffrey 

TE Jordan Cameron

Flex Brandin Cooks (WHO DAT!)

K Dan Bailey

Def. 49ers

Bench: Khiry Robinson, Cecil Shorts, Steve Smith, Heath Miller

So Pumped about my QB and my receivers. Have one great running back, hopefully Starks will step up. Bench is alright. Hopefully the injuries and suspensions don’t totally kill the 9ers D.

My other team, which I’m the commissioner of this 10 woman league

Turn Down For Watt

QB Tom Brady

RB Doug Martin

RB Jamaal Charles 

WR Julio Jones

WR Jeremy Maclin 

WR Julian Edelman (man lots of J’s)

TE Vernon Davis

Flex Emmanuel Sanders

K Blair Walsh 

D Carolina

Bench: Sammy Watkins, Trent Richardson, Carlos Hyde, Riley Cooper, Chris Ivory

I’m pretty pumped about this team. I’m excited about the RBS, Brady is solid, great defense, I like my receiving core personally. But Yahoo only gave me a B on my draft…..excited for Watkins, hopefully his injuries will clear up and be a non-factor soon!


So glad football is back.

Where do we go now?

So with so many things going on, I have about 5 different things I wanted to write about, but in light of the last few days…..there is only one thing I want to talk about today.

And that, is this girl.



For those of you who don’t know, this is Patches. She was born February 3, 1997. When I was nine, we went to meet some puppies. And of all her brothers and sisters, this girl caught my attention. I was rocking some air Jordan’s and she chewed on my shoe laces and it was love at first sight.

She was a tiny little thing and small enough to live in a laundry basket for her first few days home with us until she learned how to climb out of it. When she was a pup, she would chase me around our backyard and herd me, like she would if she got to follow her instincts to be a true sheep dog.

When I was in sixth grade, my parents decided to move us, about half an hour away to put me in a better neighborhood and better school system. I was distraught about the choice, but at least I had Patches to go through it all with me.

She was there for me as I went to middle school for the first time. She was waiting at home for me the day I graduated from junior high. She was there for all of my birthday pool parties and played with me and my friends, swam with us, relaxed with us.

She ran with me, was my wing man when I tried to flirt with boys, and helped me train for soccer. When I was having an angsty teenage day and wanted to be anywhere but here, she was my silent companion on walks, and she always understood me. She never judged me. She sat with me when I cried. She gave me space when I need it.She was always there when the only thing I needed in the world was a hug.

She got up with me at 3am to watch the World Cup during the summer. She waited with me while I did homework, and then fell asleep doing my homework. She trusted me enough to get in the car with me after I learned to drive. She came to my soccer games and tried to chase the ball.

She listened to my stories when I got home the night I met my future husband. She cuddled me the night I had my first fight with my future husband. She celebrated with me when my future husband told me he loved me. She wished my luck before the big soccer games, before the SAT. She sat with me while I applied for college and when I got my acceptance letters.

She understood when I left for college, and was ready and waiting for playtime whenever I came home, which was often. She was friendly to almost everyone….with some exceptions. She protected our yard from the gardeners, she had a very loud opinion on certain subjects, like how grass should be cut and how the pool should be cleaned.

She loved frisbees. And squeakers. And to eat squeakers out of things. She loved me, my parents, my friends. She loved hot dogs. And cheese. And to swim. And to bite at cars. And water.

She was always a happy go lucky, sweet and playful girl. She hated to sleep on the bed with anyone. As soon as I would move, she would run. I would lie as still as possible just to keep her to stay….but she had a house to patrol. 

The day before I got married, she was there with full love and affection, ready to see me off. When I got home from my honeymoon, she was there. When I cried the night before I moved across the country, she was there.

For more than 17 years, this girl was there for me. Through every up and down no matter what mood I was in, how bratty I was acting, her love never wavered and never faltered. 

17 years- she had an amazing and long life. I will always remember playing fetch in the house and running with her and her caring for me when I was hurting. I am happy for the life she got to live. She was there for me for so many firsts, and so many huge events in my life. I just wish she was there for a rest. When 17 years is an incredible life for a dog, we only get to enjoy them for such a short time comparatively. If only they were by our side forever. I was lucky to have her as a best friend. I will always cherish the amazing girl that she was, always sweet and happy.

On Friday, July 11th we said goodbye to this sweet, kind, loving, amazing girl. She will be forever be loved and missed by those who were lucky enough to know her.

Me and Patch playing Patchessleeping

I love you sweet girl. I miss you. 

So I want to thank everyone who has left me comments and sent me private messages. I was really nervous about posting the other day because it was a big deal for us. Now everyone would know the fact that currently, we can’t conceive. Would they judge us or blame us? How would my husband feel. (Answer, super supportive and proud of me for proving to myself I’m strong enough and brave enough to write what I wrote). But it was pretty nerve wracking.

So thank you to those who have showed your love and support to us since Monday, we are very grateful. I know a lot of people have questions about infertility, myths, etc so here are some links that might be useful.

25 Things to Say (and not say) to Someone Living with Infertility.

This one is very similar but I love the name of it. How Not to be a Dick to Your Infertile Friend. 

Here is some FAQ from the CDC compiled in 2013.


Everyone has a secret.

Hope everyone out there had a great weekend. Hoping you got to spend it with friends and family. I was with my military family, and missing my real family.

While yesterday was Easter, it was also the beginning of National Infertility Awareness Week, and with that I would like to say a few things.

I feel everyone has some type of secret they live with every day. And ours is dealing with the battle of infertility.

Statistics show 10 to 11% of women struggled with infertility. What exactly does that means? It means that 10 to 11 percent of women are unable to conceive while trying for a period of 12 months or more between the ages of 15-44. Roughly 1.5 million.

And roughly 7.4 million in that age range having sought out infertility treatment services.

Read some quick FAQ about infertility here.

With that said, I am someone who struggles with infertility.

But you’re only 26, you say. It doesn’t matter.

But you’re healthy you say, that also doesn’t matter.

It will happen when it happens, just relax you say, no, it actually may not.

Your husband is gone all the time you say, trust me he has been home enough in the last two years for me to know whether or not we have a problem.

We started seeking treatment this time last year, after a year of struggling on our own.

After seeking medical assistance, we found out on December 30th 2013 that we were pregnant. It was the best feeling in the entire world.

And 10 days later, the worst feeling in the world. On January 10th 2014 we were forced to the ER, only to find out that we were having a miscarriage.

Three moths later and we still grieve for our child that we never had. We would have been 20 weeks pregnant today, halfway to our due date of September 9.

There is not a single day that goes by where I don’t think about the future that we almost had.

For the most part, we have kept many things to ourselves and our closest friends and family. We have been telling others as time has gone on. At first I didn’t know how common miscarriages are. But as I’ve spoken to others, they are more common that I could have imagined.

The reason I’m sharing this today is because I hope that me sharing my experiences will help just one person. For that one person, know you are not alone. And I am so sorry for your loss and your struggles. I wish I could help you. But know how brave and strong you are.

As we come up to the two year mark of trying to conceive, it hasn’t gotten any easier. It is now a part of daily life between doctors appointments, research, answers, more questions, tests and so much more. And watching those around us immediately conceive, or announce their second and third child, it is a constant reminder of what we don’t have and what we’re missing.

Something that seems so easy for others is unbelievably difficult and saddening for 10 percent of couples.

I want everyone to understand the reality of infertility for millions of people and couples. 1 in 8 couples. Think about how many couples you know….it’s a scary reality.

So I ask you this, please go to this link to grab an image and change your Facebook cover photo to show support for me and millions of others like me. There are options to choose from, like “Someone I love is 1 in 8.”

Please help me promote awareness so I can help others who are struggling every day with infertility.

I am 1 in 8.

Today was the BEST day ever.

Why you ask?

Because HOGWARTS is real.

No joke.

You can get your acceptance letter, enroll in Hogwarts, open a Gringotts bank account and enroll in online Hogwarts classes.

My first class will be Astronomy. You can also take Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions and Transfiguration.

The site explains that as a First Year you take 7 classes, up until your third year and then more options will open up and you can visit Hogsmeade.

The currently have a notice on their site saying that it is running really slow, due to press they have a ton of viewers (psycho’s like me who couldn’t wait five seconds to join up) and they are working on expanding servers.

Here is the link where I found out about it.

And here is the actual Web site.

Seriously best thing ever. Now please excuse me while I go write an essay on my favorite constellation for my First Years Astronomy class.

No I’m not kidding.

Best. Day. Ever.


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