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alliemcnulty · 6 years

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Florence and the Machine

The pressure is on these days. It would seem that I have acquired a larger reader base these days. Hi Nonna! Gunning for favorite grandchild these days and it seems much more attainable being that I’m in the homeland.

This past weekend the au pair girl gang and myself set out for Florence. armed with a train ticket, a list of must sees from family, and what I thought were comfy shoes. We were ready to take on the latest Italian city.

I would come to realize that the “comfy, Euro chic” slip ons I packed were in fact neither comfy nor chic. To say that I was missing my “running shoes,” sneakers I wear for comfort and in fact very rarely run in, was the understatement of the year. Like I mentioned, my running sneakers are rarely used to actually run, so I wouldn’t say that I am the pinnacle of health. That being said I thought I was in good enough shape to walk around an Italian city for hours. I mean I made it, it’s just that when I laid in bed that night I faced the aftermath. I would quite literally have rather chopped off my legs than lay in bed and feel them ache. My family says I have a flare for the dramatics, I don’t see it. I have a new admiration for these Italian women that roam the cobblestone streets in heels.

And while I felt that my legs would quite literally just snap, I was in total awe of this city, its beauty was worth the pain. Prior to Florence my travels have been to smaller places. I knew it was big, but I don’t think I was truly prepared for the metropolis that it was. It is so vast and there is just so much to see, that it’s overwhelming, but in a good way. I wanted to see everything I could in the limited time I had there.

This outing was more of an exploration than a take in the arts. Florence is home to many museums, galleries, gardens, etc. And as I’m sure many know, the statue of David. While I wasn’t able to see the statue on this outing, I was able to see some pretty obscene magnets in a few souvenir shops, so I feel like I already know the guy.

The first reallllll Florence thing we were able to see was the Duomo. I would use some expletives to describe it but that seems in poor taste, it being a church and all. Breathtaking doesn’t even begin to describe this place and I feel like I can only use that word so much. From the ground you are consumed by the Duomo. Not only is it huge, but it so detailed; every part of it intricate. Friends and I were saying that we couldn’t even comprehend how something like this was built. But here it was in front of us truly in all of it’s glory. While beautiful from the ground I can say that it is equally beautiful from higher up. There are few things that scream tourist more than standing in the middle of a crowded rooftop café (we didn’t eat in) with 5 other girls trying to get a good photo of the Duomo. But hey, we embraced our tourist-ness, got some great shots, and have no regrets.

We were also able to see the Boboli Gardens, another beautiful place. I hate using words like breathtaking and beautiful. I wish I could describe them better. But at the risk of sounding like that snob who brags about traveling, you really don’t know what it’s like until you actually see them!

Ponte Vecchio was another personal favorite. But if you’ve heard of the place, you’ll understand why. The street is lined with brightly lit shops filled with jewelry and leather. I think I was so close to the glass that I could taste the cleaner they use for it. While the place carried part of my family name (DelVecchio), I will say I couldn’t help but feel a tad out of place surrounded by Rolex and Cartier. I wasn’t sure I had enough euros to even stand on the sidewalk outside.

Speaking of euros and public places! I know it’s not the most glamorous thing in the world, but I need to address the public restroom situation here. Let me preface this with telling you that I grew up with a mother who didn’t let me touch the handle of the door in a public bathroom so to say I hate them is generous. But recently at the train station I had to pay to use one! I had to pay a euro to use a bathroom that had no toilet seat. While you let that sink in, say a little prayer for me and be grateful for the toilet seat covers we have in the U.S.

I will say that no matter the situation my au pair pals always keep me laughing. Whether we are taking photos, paying to use the bathroom or riding carousels with 3 year olds it is always a good time. Before I left for Italy I was a brat. I would say “I don’t need friends.” I’m going on this trip to live my life. Truthfully, I think I thought I was going to be Julian Roberts from Eat, Pray, Love. I was wrong. And yes mom…….you were right (it kills me to say it). On like day 5 in Italy, I knew I needed to make friends. Lucky for me au pairs are awesome and we are all in the same boat. All in a place we don’t call home, where we don’t really know anyone. I was able to meet a bunch of great girls who I have been able to travel with, grab a spritz with or even just get excited about finding a great grocery store (my Ithaca pals know grocery shopping is one of my favorite things to do). I swear a friend and I may have “oohed and ahhed” at the “big” grocery store we found, as much as we did when we saw the duomo.

Folks we have officially had our rant and rave moment! I had some of the best food in Italy while I was in Florence. While a little pricey (I just graduated) it was worth every euro coin we put on the table, the wait staff at most restaurants hates us I’m sure. Anyone who knows me knows that my favorite place to eat in Ithaca, NY is ZaZa’s. And every time I go I order the exact same thing, seafood risotto. So naturally when I saw it on the menu in Florence I had to have it. It was insanneeeee! I love seafood so every little muscle, clam, and prawn (still trying to figure out how they are different from shrimp) made my day. I will also give a small plug for ZaZa’s though, hats off to you because your seafood risotto can compete with the seafood risotto in Italy. But seriously, drooling on my laptop just looking at this picture.

While at dinner a friend of a friend was asking a fellow au pair and myself all about the states. She had actually been to Long Island too which was crazy, but it was so cool to just hear her experiences. I’ll start with the states. She had asked if it was the way it was depicted in the movies. More particularly, did highs school really suck and were fraternities and sororities really a thing? The au pair from Long Island and I laughed. We told her high school wasn’t as bad as they make it seem (at least from our experiences) and frats and sororities were alive and well. She then told us about her time on Long Island. She told us that we lived in a beautiful place and that she loved the area. To be honest I was a little surprised. I mean I love Long Island it’s my favorite place to be, I just didn’t think others felt the same, she must have tried our bagels ;). It was also comical to hear her talk about the Hamptons. Saying that they were kind of like “the Beverley Hills of Long Island,” I chuckled she wasn’t wrong.

I will leave you with this. Italy is hot. Inside, outside, in a store, on the streets, at night, during the day; you can’t escape the heat. I think I could break a sweat in the shower. So think of me in you central air. I would give my left arm to wear a sweatshirt at night. Until next time, keep cool!

Italian Words of the Week:

Pesca- Peach, Orecchio- Ear

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alliemcnulty · 6 years

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Ciao Bella

I boarded the plane at JFK not knowing what to expect. I was headed to Livorno, Italy for the next, almost 3 months, to au pair. I’d seen all the classics; Under the Tuscan Sun, Eat, Pray, Love and the latest, Call Me By Your Name. Surely I was prepared for the adventure I was about to embark on……wrong.

As I got off the plane in Pisa I wasn’t sure what to expect. After a full day of travel, I did know that I was exhausted and overwhelmed. Let me tell you culture shock and jet lag are alive and well.

I was thrust into a beautiful country that I knew nothing about. And as much as they tell you, “Italian is very similar to Spanish, you’ll do fine.” They lie. My high school Spanish was of little to no aid when trying to communicate. However, I’m picking things up slowly but surely. Grazie (thank you) was a word my Nonna threw around and thank god because that was the extent of my Italian. Oh and vino, naturally! I now know aiuto (help), basta (enough), pagare (to pay), and mescolare (to shuffle; we play a vicious game of uno here). All helpful when ordering at a restaurant. Or trying to play poker with the locals

Nonna informed me that in Italian there are no hidden letters, every one is pronounced. While true she neglected to mention hidden sounds! The letter leading to my demise is “c.” In Italian pronounced “ch.” I’ve butchered it many a time in all my American-ness, prompting quiet chuckles from the little girl I au pair for. I find I throw an Italian accent on most things in hopes of sounding more local, I don’t……I’m hopeful that I will leave with a few more words, however, I wouldn’t say I’m overly optimistic; it took me at least a week to remember mescolare.

While speaking about language I do want to interject a few things, that while random, brought a smile to my face. On numerous occasions in the streets of Italy I’ve heard the phrase, “mamma mia,” authentically. I was under the impression that we as Americans had dramatized this and just threw it around at our local pizzerias. In addition to this one of my friends, a fellow au pair, is from the UK. While sweating through the streets of Italy trying to avoid being hit by cars she mutters, “bloody hell.” To which I stop dead in my tracks, turn to her, and say, “that was the best thing ever.” I had thought that us Americans kind of tossed that around because we heard it in some movie, however, it was real! And lastly I have become very aware of my lawn-guy-land-ness. A fellow au pair and I both hail from the land of egg sammies and iced coffee and when we get chatting there is no stopping us. One of our friends, who's first language is not English laughed and said, “When you two talk I don’t even try to figure it out, because it’s so fast.” I chuckled because my family back home would agree.

In my month of being here I have done some minor traveling. Lucky for me I can typically get by with my basic Italian skills and the help of some au pair pals. I have been to both Pisa and Lucca. As cheesy as it sounds words cannot describe what my first encounters of these historic cities were like. The architecture is truly breathtaking and no photo can ever do them justice.

The leaning tower of Pisa leans so much more than I ever thought; stupid I know, but seriously. I, being the novice traveler I am, was unaware that there was much else in Pisa……there is. It is not only home to the leaning tower, but a beautiful cathedral and Piazza dei Miracoli. I was especially drawn to Piazza dei Miracoli. The way it’s built, it’s shape, truthfully I wish I could explain it, I just find it to be a beautiful building. I’ll put a picture below, in hopes that you'll catch my drift.

Lucca is a beautiful town also know for it’s tower as well as it’s “square.” I put quotes around square because the reality is the square is actually in the shape of a circle. While both were beautiful, I can say I enjoyed just strolling the town. I’m a shopper. So the narrow streets lined with bikes, cafes, beautiful vegetation, and shops captivated me. Lucca will hold a special place in my heart because it’s where I made my first big Italian purchase (half-kidding). There’s just something about walking into a leather bag store, the smell must be laced with crack or something, because I walked out with a beauuuutiful bag. That being said I’m too afraid to use it here because there’s not a day that goes by that I’m not sweating. Oh yeah, Italy’s hot, very hot, and AC is not as beloved here as it is in the states.

However, something that is just as beloved is the food. Which I was most excited for, the shopping a close second. To be honest I haven’t encountered any food that I can rant and rave about yet, but I’m optimistic. When eating out pizza is always my go to, I mean it’s Italy! But being that I’m pizza’d out I have been trying to expand my palette at the moment. The drinks I must say are A+. I can see both of my parents rolling their eyes, but “When in Rome,” right? Or I guess Livorno. When I’m not drinking an Aperol Spritz (basically the drink of Italy), I always order the house wine, at the advice of my father; the world traveler that he is. And I must say while I don’t say it often, he was in fact, right. I have yet to have a “bad” glass of whine; but is there ever really a bad glass of whine?

There is most definitely a hidden Italian gem that we need to discuss. Being a caffeine addict and not particularly enjoying the bitter shot, that is espresso, I was worried about the caffeine availability I’d have. Week 2 of no coffee, broke me down. I took myself out to a delicious lunch where I rounded out the afternoon with a cappuccino and a cannoli. Let me tell you, this was an outer body experience. Before I left for Italy everyone told me, their coffee is to die for, you won’t be able to drink the stuff we have when you get back, blah, blah, blah. After the first sip I think my eyes truly rolled to the back of my head. And now I’m an addict who dreams of her next fix. Just writing this has me jonesing for one.

While Italy is one of the most gorgeous places I have ever been, I must say that adjusting to Italian life took some time. Being a worrier, I’ve been trying embrace the, as I told my father, “who gives an $%&* life.” Pushing myself to worry about nothing, to relish in my time here and do every single thing I want, unapologetically (including buying a leather bag). Luckily I have some amazing people in my life who have not only been just a phone call away, but have encouraged me and pushed me. That being said it probably would have been helpful if they sucked more so I wouldn’t miss them quite as much.

Being a quotes gal, I’ll leave you with a quote from my favorite bear in the hundred acre woods, “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” And I am indeed that; very, very lucky.

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alliemcnulty · 6 years

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Where Do I Start

I haven’t wrote in a hot minute. But my most loyal fan has been bothering me to write something for quite honestly over a year now, so I guess it’s about time. Mama here’s to you. There has been so much going on in my life that I really don’t know where to start. Hence the title of this post.

For starters, I no longer attend Ithaca College. As much as it pains me to say it, I’m an alum! By the grace of God they let me out of that place with a degree in hand. Well actually the “folder” that holds it. I got the diploma 4-6 weeks later.

On a cold and rainy Sunday, OUTSIDE, my family came to watch a ceremony that was supposed to start at 9AM and end at 2PM. For those who struggle with time and math, that is a whopping 5 hours. But somehow my people were there, all of them. In rain coats, some of the Floridians bundled up; little did they know, 60 and rain was an Ithaca summer. Holding posters of my face from 8th grade; hooting and hollering and whistling as I crossed the stage. P.S. The ceremony ended up only being 3 hours, so while yes it was raining, at least they didn’t have to sit there as long as we thought.

After four years I’m not sure what I expected. But walking off of the football field where I have experienced many a bomber loss and an epic Cortaca 18′ win, I was not expecting a wave of emotion. But there it sure was, as if the rain hadn’t f’d up my makeup enough.

I was in search of my family. Looking for the people who had gotten me through the last four years; with the help of my many pals up in Ith. The people who called me to check in and always made sure I was taken care of. The people who were always able to give me a laugh when I wasn’t up for the task myself. And the people who knew how hard I had worked to cross that stage. The fact of the matter is, it’s not just my degree, it’s all of ours. Granted I took all the tests and wrote all the essays and had all the mental breakdowns, without these people pushing me, I wouldn’t be where I am now.

That being said while my family is amazing. I made my own little family in Ithaca. I surrounded myself with people who I will be forever indebted to. They not only put up with my sarcasm and my big fat mouth, but they were always a hop skip and a jump away when s!*t hit the fan. While we’re no longer all sharing a beautiful garden apartment with an easy bake oven and twin beds, we’ve assured one another that we’re not easy to shake. Applefest, 2 degree weather, and Wegmans hold a very special place in all of our hearts.

So I left Ithaca and headed straight to lawn-guy-land. Where I spent a quick month with the fam. Before heading to ITALY!!!!! I’ve been here a month but felt like I had to update my life before I could write about my Italian escapades. Until the next post......Ciao!!!

In the words of Elle Woods “WE DID IT!”

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alliemcnulty · 8 years

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To My Main Man

I’m in love with an older man. But like all good things; wine and leather boots, he’s only grown better with age. It’s long distance, but when the relationship has withstood, almost 20 years, you do what you have to. For all those wondering his name, it’s Pop, weird I know, but he calls me Littlegirl so it’s a good fit. For those of you who are still asking, “Who the hell is this guy?!” He’s my grandpa and I don’t think any of the words I type can do this man justice. His personality is larger than life, and so is my admiration for him.

I’ve inherited his blue eyes, love for coffee, and I’d like to think quick wit. While I’d like to elaborate more on this man, I feel like the only way to realyyyy trulyyyyy describe him is to tell you some of our ridiculous stories. People buckle up.

I should probably start off with how we got to Pop. And let me tell you people if you’re calling him Kevin you are doing it wrong. It’s a nickname conjured up by my brother, who's childhood speech impediment, and chatty sister, made getting words out a little more difficult. But quite frankly grandpa doesn’t fit him. Pop, short, sweet, and too the point. Some would even say he adds a little pop to our lives (cute, I know.)

Let’s start with his fashion sense and the glory days. Now my boyfriend can be spotted in typically a navy polo, pleated khaki shorts, and sperrys. I also can’t forget the glasses he’s worn for practically my entire life. He’s been know to sport some pretty rad crocs at times. His hair that was once combed over, is now buzzed by his favorite barber (his wife) and honestly, I think the cut was for the best. While Gram is keeping him in check now, she was keeping him in check the first day they met, and honestly these are the reasons I love this women.

After working on a homecoming float in college with what he knew to be the love of his life, Pop (then know as Kevin) set out to find the sorority, to which his beloved Joan belonged to. When he arrived calling Joan, he had to be a little specific being that there were three others. Once he found Hubert, the date was set. He showed up days later wearing his favorite plaid pants, with his favorite plaid shirt, and a pair of brown loafers. My grandmother quickly instructed him to go home and change. It was evident then that their relationship would be based on honesty. To this day, she still tells him that maybe he should leave his plaid pants home for 4th of July at the yacht club, they are a little loud.

Fast forward who knows how many years, and this man suddenly has two kids, and two grandkids, and I sure that he’s more than overwhelmed, but he was a quick learner. He’d tote us around in the back of his red taurus wagon (I can only hope one of Lucy’s ancestors) or in the infamous blue minivan, and ask the age old question, “What did you learn in school today?” I kid you not my brother and I would each plan our answer on the bus, so that we knew we wouldn’t have the same one and someone wouldn’t be put on the spot. While he spent his afternoons with the gruesome twosome, little did he know, about 10 years later, they’d make 409 Pine Acres, a semi-permanent address.

Like I said post hurricane, Gram and Pops welcomed us into their home for what I’m sure they didn’t know would be close to almost 4 years. I mean I feel bad they didn't have many other options, because I’m pretty sure leaving your family homeless is frowned upon socially, but there we were. The loud, rowdy, and sometimes argumentative McNulty’s.

I can honestly say that while at first I thought my office converted, room was going to be miserable, I wouldn’t change a minute. The fact that my grandparents converted this room for me was sweet enough on its own, because frankly, had I shared a room with my mother for one more second; I was going to need to be checked into a facility.

My room was closest to the back deck, and the roar of a power drill and saw at 11am in the summer, was honestly just music to my ears. I’d wake up throw a pair of sneakers on and whatever clothes were on my floor, and head to the back deck. I stopped in the kitchen and made a big fat cup of coffee. I’d like to think that Pop left the half and half out because he knew I was headed down soon, but in actuality, he’s not the best a cleaning the kitchen post meal, but nonetheless I was thankful. I walk out and immediately, I new this man was going to need help. There was wood everywhere, saws running, and a gap in our deck, quite literally the size of Africa. So this summer afternoon was spent learning to saw a pieces of wood, in addition to ripping it up with a crowbar. Every once and a while Gram would pop out to check up. She’d point out that one of us was bleeding, me from a piece of wood that made my shin it’s new home, and Pop, who knows, this man always came inside, covered in blood from some project he was working on. After a day of cutting and prying it was time to lay the boards in place. It’s all running smoothly, and if you know us, it was going too smoothly, but then we got to the last pieces of wood. Ahhhh it all made sense now, we had cut 2 pieces in the wrong direction. And as Pop mutters dammit under his breath, Gram has just popped her head out to check on things, this should be fun. She inquires about our work, and I reassure her that it’s all going well, while Pop is telling her not to worry about it, he’s got it handled. Luckily a quick trip to Lowes solved the problem and now anytime anyone stands on the patch of deck we replaced I’m sure to remind them that I crafted it with my own two hands.

We also tried our hand in gardening this summer. Not only did we harvest crops, that would make Green Giant jealous, we mowed a pretty damn good lawn. Really I mowed, and Pop supervised.

Pop is a very ritualistic man, and I’ve inherited this trait as well. I am very routine, but I think he may have got me beat. Coffee with cream in the AM, most likely a dribble caught his shirt. He’s once thrown a travel mug in the car in frustration, post coffee stain, on a bright yellow polo. Another trait I inherited, I don’t hide my frustrations. Some big activity he’s got planned, or he’s headed to the hardware store, where he meets every person he knows in town and is there for hours chatting. Lunch is promptly at 12:30, people this is a serious matter. Pop was once a little grouchy, so I jokingly asked if Gram had fed him lunch late that day. I kid you not, he goes, “As a matter of fact yes she did Littlegirl.” Fox News is promptly at 5 and dinner around 6/6:30. Like clockwork people.

There are countless more stories I have, but there are just too many to tell. So while you’ve heard about a day in the life, I do want to try and express to you how much this man means to me.

My grandparents live five minutes away so in my youth, I’d pack my barbie suitcase and runway to their house. Unfortunately I didn’t get too far. But I was headed to the place that was my most favorite in the world. Not because of the toys, or the cookies, or the books Gram would read, but because of the two people who lived there. You’ve heard me mention Gram a lot, she’s the glue to our family, a nurturer, and the kindest woman I know. I do want to let you in on Pop though.

This is the man who’s seen me cry and scream and calls me over when I’m finished to tell me he loves me and gives me a hug and a kiss. He's taught me to work hard, and that I can do anything I put my mind to. Whether that’s studying for a test or building a deck. He’s made me laugh so hard I cry. And while I can say he’s NEVER been the source of a single tear that’s left my eye, he’s dried his fair share. He’s the one I turn to with any question I have, because quite frankly he always has the answers. When I’m quiet, something not characteristic of me, he immediately asks me what’s wrong, knowing good and well that typically I never shut up, unless somethings up. The man just knows all the right things to say, and no amount of words I write can truly convey to you just how much this darling of a human being means to me.

So Pops, thank you for everything, I love you forever and a day, and in the biggest chunks humanly possible. Thank you for being “my main man.” Here’s to regulating traffic, coffee in the mornings, and lunch dates at the diner post back procedures. Your one of my favorite men on this planet

-Littlegirl

Here’s a picture of me and my boyfriend in coordinating outfits (unplanned I might add) that’s just how cool we are.

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alliemcnulty · 8 years

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Play Nice

To my loyal fan, mamasita here’s your latest read chikita. Resolutions are just starting to happen, a little late, but like they say, better late than never right? And ask my friends I’m late to everything.

The bright purple workout leggings I spent a pretty penny on, are now seeing the light of day. So luckily, not only do I cry when I look at my bank account, but also when I’m walking upstairs and my legs are quivering, or when I slightly raise my arm, or when I essentially breathe. You get it I’m out of shape and sore, but here’s to progress and fewer carbs (sobs softly). And here’s to hoping that the pretty girls in the gym don't hop on the treadmill next to me. May the sweat from the stair master be worth it, when you look in the mirror at that booty in those new jeans.

As far as saving money goes.......it doesn’t. But broke and college go together like peanut butter and bananas (I hate jelly, try the banana thing people, it’s better anyway). I’m torn between, gas money, and “seriously guys I can buy 12 of these eyeshadows and a cute palette to house them for $23.” Lucky for me Lucy (the beautiful taurus wagon) is forgiving when it comes to her food intake, thanks for that girlfriend. Like I said, I’ll try to be better, but no promises.

On the studying front, we’ve made extreme progress. Extreme may be much, but progress nonetheless. Your girl’s chucking a couple points on the board in overtime in this crazy game we call higher education. Am I the Steph Curry of college, absolutely not, I’m the spunky Warrior teammate who sits on the bench, waiting for the coach to maybe give me a minute of playing time, but hey I’m on the team.

And as far as staying in touch I suck, for that I am forever sorry, but I am who I am and unfortunately it’s not someone who calls back frequently.

So now that we’ve condensed a 3 month summary into a five paragraph rant, on to the important things. Another rant on life, particularly, mine and those around me.

Personally, life’s been pretty good, so I really can’t complain. Everyone keep your fingers crossed that I still like the navy bedding I picked out or Karen’s gonna kill me! But seriously I do want to take a second to tell you all about the two types of people in my life. The one’s who make my life a little easier and the one’s who make it a little harder. Then there are also those people who tell me when my outfit’s ugly, and while you made my life hard in the moment, you made it easier to go back and look at photos, so I am eternally grateful.

I’m pretty sure it goes bad news first, good news last, but I’m original soo. To those of you who make my life easier, thank you. Thank you for teaching me to be not only strong and independent, but kind and loving. Thank you for showing how to stick up for myself and persevere. To those of you who make my life hard, I’m shockingly saying thank you too. Thank you for testing the values that these amazing people in my life have instilled in me. Thank you for coming to the ring for a fight and showing me that I can win. Thank you for making it hard to be nice. I just learned how to “kill em’ with kindness.”

However, I will not be thanking you for the countless hours of overthinking, worrying, and a few tears, I’m not happy to admit I shed because I like to think I’m pretty tough. I will be thanking the loves of my life for the countless hours you spent telling me I overthink it all and I probably need to see a physician for some type of prescription.

Now I’m not expert on being a nice person, trust me I have my moments, but I like to think that if need be, I can muster up some of that kindness mama gave me and put on a pretty damn good show. People it literally costs you not one penny to be a decent human being. Coming from someone who doesn’t have a dime to spare, smiles are free (cheesy). I’m the kinda girl that will probably pick reading a fab Jodi Picoult book over socializing (seriously people 19 Minutes is my obsession right now) but I can even throw a quick smile and hello to the people I force myself to make eye contact with on campus. They don’t say hi back, maybe they didn’t hear you? Most likely they did, they just aren't as nice as you, yanno? But who cares!? Will you die of embarrassment? No. And maybe by some miracle of God the kid you say hi to is a total babe and then its a win win for everyone.

While I suck a keeping in touch, I’m a big believer in being there for people when they need you. And honestly the fact that people feel like the can count on me is freaking amazing! I love that you feel like you can confide in me, and know that what you tell me is what you tell ME and no one else. I love that you feel like you can cry your eyes out and eat ice cream with me after that boy ended up being a jerk. And I love that you can tell me ANYTHING and trust me feel like you can, because if we’re close enough I’m sure you will hear every detail of my life, even the ones you don’t always want to know. I can’t understand how people don’t want to be there for the people they care about. If someone I love is upset, I’m headed over with a hug, junk food, and Netflix, and then we’ll go yell at the a$$h@!e who made you upset.

My loves, I think that is all. So here’s to getting through just a little more of Ms. Picoult’s 455 page book, deeeeeeppppp squats, and a killer ass. Be nice, and be there for people, like I said it’s free. To those who make my life easier I love you endlessly and those who make it harder....you make it harder, but I love you too.

-Just A Gal ;)

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alliemcnulty · 8 years

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New Year, New You?

As we roll into the new year I like to think I started it off right. I woke up at 11 in a king sized bed (shoutouts to Aunt Chris) with good friends, an egg sammy, and a cup of coffee the size of my face. I haven’t thought much about the big resolutions that I’ll most likely break butttt there are definitely a few on my mind. On the plus side, my resolutions are now posted online for everyone to read, so when I see you all glaring at me because I have a bag of chocolate covered raisins in my hand, I’ll feel more inclined to put them down.

1. GYM/JIM

So the goal is to buy super cute workout clothes that I can’t afford and get my ass to the gym ASAP. It’s free at school, for the small cost of tuition, so I might as well take advantage of it. So for those of you who see me “running” on the treadmill, just look away, keep walking and say a prayer that my short, little legs don’t buckle. Healthier eating is to follow to, but hey baby steps, baby steps.

And as far as Jim goes, his name doesn't have to be Jim. John, Adam, Bill, Mike; if you’re looking for a fun-loving, slightly anxious and obsessive girl, who laughs at her own jokes, you are most definitely in the right place. No but seriously you don't need a man to be your amazing self in 2016, however, he will only accentuate you amazingness that much more.

2. STUDY.....MORE

I have to give credit where credit is due and give some props to my baby brother who slayyyyeddd this semester!! I must say very few of your snapchats were you in the library but I guess you brought your flashcards on the go. I’m a psycho who definitely felt the sophomore slump this semester. I’m hoping that personal essay and women in religion are a little better to me, than statistics and accounting were. But here’s to more nights in the library, loads of flashcards, and possibly some of Michael’s studying techniques.

3. SAVE!

Save water, the Earth, endangered animals, but as a broke college kid, most likely save money. This semester I spent like Jordan Belfort, and unlike the “Wolf of Wallstreet,” I wasn’t making quite as much. But I’ve see the error of my ways. $25 mascara probably isn’t as important as I think it is......but guys seriously, I could fly away with these eyelashes. I spent money when I had it but then looked back and wanted to cry in my bed surrounded by the things I just bought. Maybe we’ll set a goal? Save five dollars a week? 10 every two? Unless I’m in dire need of a new mascara.

4. KEEP IN TOUCH

All the way up in Ithaca, I am the absolute worst at keeping in touch with anyone and everyone. A big thank you to those of you who still put up with me even when I call you back the week after you called or I call you after your fourth message....IM SORRY! I live in a time where we have Skype, FaceTime, cell phones, and any other form of communication and I am the absolute worst at calling people back, or Facetiming Gram and Pops on Sundays. They have assured me that they still love me, even though I miss our dates for a late morning brunch with the gals. My Sunday brunches will be a little earlier and my phone will be on full bast, I promise!

Sooooo dolls here’s to big things in 2016. Hopefully at the end of this year the numbers in my bank account will be green, that 4.0 will be closer than we thought, and your workout pants will have Jim running, scratch that, sprinting, to you at the gym. I hope your 2015 went out with a bang, and 2016 rolled in with an even bigger one.

-Just A Gal ;)

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Holiday Wine Down

Post food coma and I decided I could open my eyes enough to type. We came, we saw, we conquered. Not only did we perfect the Christmas Eve prime rib, but we killed the Christmas apps (as in appetizers) game.

Santa found my house, which is a miracle because I’m sure that he would agree that my attitude was probably more than outrageous this year. SPOLIER ALERT: But seriously thank you to the woman who used to chew carrots and throw them on our roof to make it look like the reindeer stopped by. Thank you for making sure I believed in that big jolly man until practically sixth grade. Christmas isn’t about the presents and you’ve always taught me that, and then turned around and stuffed as much as you could under our tree. Seriously, you are crazy.

Here’s a special shoutout to the woman who has been hosting holidays since before I even left the womb. Gram we would not know what to do without you. Thank you for teaching me the importance of the perfect cookie press execution as well as the perfect napkin fold. Not only does this woman throw a fantastic holiday, but she encompasses everything that a holiday should be. We don’t have many family traditions but our lavish Christmas Eve dinner is a must, along with our Christmas morning lox and bagels. While I do love me an everything bagel piled high with lox, there are those times I love those stress filled days before “the big day,” even more than that warm bagel.

Cookie making is our specialty and we make enough to feed our family and five others. While my grandmother doesn’t hold a grudge she will remind me TO THIS DAY of the times in my prime when I would stir the cookie dough and BEG to lick the beater only to sneeze in the dough minutes before popping the tray into the oven. Needless to say, she probably loved me a little less when we were stirring our second batch of chocolate chip cookies. Anywho those are Christmases past and I have matured some and no longer sneeze in the batter, or at least my grandma doesn't see (KIDDING TOTALLY KIDDING!!!).

I will say that my favorite part of baking is listening to Gram tell a mean story. I’m obsessed with stories from, “back in the day.” I could sit for hours and listen to her talk about her brother who I was never lucky enough to meet, but I know must have been amazing, by the smile that crosses her face whenever she says anything about him. Some of my favorite stories are of my great-grandmothers (Grandma Ruth and Nana) two women I was lucky to spend a short amount of time with but wish I could’ve had a little more. I know I got my stubbornness from my Nana who tripped over some ones little four year old body intently coloring, but wouldn’t let a soul help her up. I know I got absolutely not a lick of artistic ability from my Grandma Ruth. A woman who could draw the most detailed pictures, and knit sweaters that I still throw on when I’m feeling a little chilly. On top of that I can now say that I know that Clink is probably the coolest nickname for Clarence I have ever heard. And there’s a special man named William who’s daughter adores him more than I’m sure he ever knew.

So that’s my family tree essentially. Like I said Gram’s all about the fam and you can fact check any of my stories with her. While I do embellish, I can promise you that it’s all true! So folks while the new gadgets are fun, and trust me I know they are, remember what the holidays are all about. Be with the people you love and value every second you have with them, because they are pretty amazing.

-Just A Gal ;)

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Another One Bites the Dust

Helllllooooo lovlies! And just like that another semester down. If we’re being 100% honest I was too busy stressing about finals to be doing much of anything else. But none the less I’m back, thanks to a doll who told me I better keep writing these crazy rants. So buckle up and get ready for for an extremely long blog post.

Life updates. I was supposed to be heading to Milan with one of the besties to be sucking down wine and alfredo, however, that wasn’t in the cards for next semester. Wishing my multiple gal pals headed over to Europe the best of luck. Enjoy the culture, enjoy the food, and most importantly enjoy the boys. Don’t forget about us Americans, we’ll be waiting for you when you get back.

Now as for the homefront. I’ve been home for maybe a solid 48 hours and things are just as crazy as usual. I’ve spent hours in Home Depot with a woman whose so indecisive that to took her 3 days to pick her own child’s name (my darling mother). But contrary to popular belief she picked the right kid to drag along because I couldn’t be more obsessed with picking out which subway tiles go with the new bathroom and if we should pick door knobs versus handles. In addition to home decorator I’m an amateur baker. The cookie sweatshop is open for business and those of you who love Gram’s green Christmas tree cookies can all breathe a sigh of relief. She just bought a new cookie press and it’s all the rage. Needless to say, I’m stoked for the holidays, but I’m home for a month; actually more than that, so I’m sure that voices will be raised at some point.

In the education department I have learned that accounting is definitely not for me. God bless all of the people out there who get it, because I’ll be looking for an accountant in about 7-10 years. Still between majors, right now doing a little OT meets marketing meets business admin, so should be interesting.

On a serious note, to all 3 of you who read this blog, I hope that your holidays are as special as you. Remember that while the new sweater you’ve been eyeing is absolutely GORG, there are those people out there who are just happy to be surrounded by loved ones, be more like them. Whether they’re the family you have or the family you’ve chosen, make sure you tell em you love em.

Here’s to the final days of 2015. Eat as much as you can because those New Year’s resolutions come quick. Pick the cheapest gym membership because once you stop going $30 a month gets a little aggressive. For those of you who celebrate, I hope Santa is nice and overlooks how naughty you’ve been. Remember to always laugh at your weird uncles jokes, be cautious when eating in the brand new shirt you got 3 hours ago, and when a family member awkwardly brings up your relationship status just pin the spot light on your brother and that girl that’s been tagged in a lot of his Facebook photos.

-Just A Gal ;)

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30 Days

Where have I been for the past month?! Curled up in the arms of of my hunky, athletic bf.... you can check that box no, actually that box doesn’t exist. Maybe you thought that I was out sipping on a Starbucks latte, I’m a poor college student, so again a very firm no. I was, however, in the library until 3 am, sipping on 5 cups of coffee. I’m also fairly certain that’s a lethal dose of caffeine because I swear to God, my heart was beating so fast, I thought I was going into cardiac arrest. I could also be spotted crying in Terrace 8 about how stressful a Visa application is, seriously people......you have no idea. Lucky for the kids of Ithaca College, I got some very nice care packages full of dark chocolate and fashion mags, so the crying stopped, I had clean leggings for my 8 am andddd the sixth cup of coffee after my whole 3 hours of sleep miraculously didn’t stop my heart. So here we are.

I have learned that I am still in fact very, very, extraordinarily bad at accounting. I’ll attach an application to the end of the post for tutoring prospects. Preferably, 6 foot, dark hair, blue eyes, a little misunderstood, but extremely intelligent. I mean it’s not a must it just helps your chances for the position. I’ve also learned that they don’t just let you into foreign countries....weird I know?! So when applying to study abroad, the one thing I can tell you is......CHECK THE DUE DATES!!! People, I can’t emphasize this enough. I’ve discovered that Lucy (the car) gets amazing gas milage. So shoutouts to Mr. Ford, your discovery of the assembly line is doing wonders for your business. And finally I learned that it sucks to be poor in college, but it’s really just a catch 22, because who’s not poor in college, am I right?!

Sophomore slump is alive and well, let me tell you folks. There are times that I lay in bed and tell myself that I can watch Netflix for another hour, because that seven page paper isn’t really going to take me that long. But then I open the assignment sheet and realize that I don’t even really have time to cry because that paper is going to take wayyyyyy longer than I expected. On the other hand, there are those times that I had a minimum of 2 cups of coffee, and I decided to get my work done early, and I can sit and watch Netflix a little less stressfully or maybe even blog!!! Woaahhhh.

I’m still obsessed with fall fashion, makeup and hair tutorials. I mean I love to see the crazy fab outfits these girls are rocking, I just wish I didn’t have to see them the day I wore sweatpants out in public. Ask my roommate, I veg out watching hair and makeup tutorials on youtube, all the time! I got so frustrated at the eyebrow tweezing video selection, that I considered dropping out of school to become an esthetician. It was also false advertising, because that girl most definitely did not “tweeze like a star.” I’m not gonna lie there were some rough times, and by that mean the thickness of my eyebrows. But no worries folks, the lady who does my cousins brows is a miracle worker, so I now have two again.

Some classical Allie advice? I mean I am super qualified for it, so why not throw some in here right? My first piece of advice is as always from my mother. I’m pretty sure she just gets worried about my mental stability while I’m on the phone with her, so she thinks of any motivational thing she’s got. Currently, the McNulty’s are “living day by day”, if you can get through one, you can get through em’ all, so just keep going and take it day by day. In addition to that lovelies, you're damned if you do and your damned if you don’t. So go out and DO!!

I think that’s enough of me, see you again in a month.......kidding.....kinda. Remember: if the spots too small to parallel park, it’s not worth the risk, don't be the kid that takes up two spots, your car will be keyed, always use a signal, and apparently don’t make me mad with your poor driving skills.

-Just A Gal ;)

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Season 1, Episode 7

It has most definitely been a while. In my defense I looked death straight in the eyes, in a very tragic tea tree oil incident. It ended with me contemplating calling poison control at 12:30 am, but settling for the expertise of my mother. She laughed, and told me to call me her in the morning to verify that I was still alive. I slept until 11 the next day, so she got a little panicy. Added fact: lethargy is a symptom if consuming tea tree oil, so I’d say it’s still touch and go.

While my health scares were indeed very tragic, Lucille my beloved taurus wagon, was having a few of her own. Her brakes were sounding a little rough, but after sitting in Mavis for 3 hours I was assured that there was absolutely not a thing wrong, so that’s always fun. She also died in the parking lot, due to that fact that I may or may not have left my lights on for quite a few hours. But like they say, what doesn’t kill you makes your stronger, so Lucy’s got another 50 years in her now

How about an update on college life? Currently, have no idea what I’m doing with my life, so I am now taking suggestions. But like I said guys trying to make my money as a famous blogger, sooooooo start sharing. For those of you who know me know how indecisive I am, I can barely pick what shirt to wear in the morning, let alone what to do for the rest of my life.

On a less depressing note, it is indeed still fall, and I have like 2 more weeks until winter in Ithaca. So let me give you some of my “fall favorites.” Cheesy but, I love reading these things, so I’m going to force you all to read mine. Ankle booties are my newest of obsessions. However, the things I had to do to break those babies in will have you in tears. I mean I cried at how cute they were but I also cried at the blisters I had after Day 1. I am also really into layering. But the cute football boys in my classes probably think I only own a total of 3 shirts. I am notorious for a flannel, vest, scarf and if it’s a rough hair day possibly a baseball hat. I’m also in love with the fact that I can drink hot coffee without sweating, specifically, my skinny vanilla latte from Starbucks. Finally, fall scented candles. They may not really be encouraged at college, but everyone’s gotta break at least one rule in life.

I left one of my fall favorites out because I am most definitely going to shamelessly promote a company right now. Anyone who interacted with me last year, knew that the one thing I wanted for Christmas was Bean Boots. I did in fact get them, but denied the fact that they were probably a little too big and wore them anyway. I put them on a few days ago and realized I was an idiot and should have totally got a size down. I must say not only are the people at LLBean amazing on the phone, but their return policy is AMAZINGGGG. I literally wore these boots out and they guy on the phone goes, “ Oh no mail those right back to us, we want you to love the boots your are wearing.” So not that I’m saying they should, but if LLBean were to send me some promotional items, I’d gladly accept their generous offer, and tell the sweet people of my blog how fantastic their company is.

With the new season I obviously break out all of my seasonal clothes. And like I’ve said, fall is my favorite season, so I have a lotttttttt of cardigans. Just ask my roommate, she laughs when I pack to go home, and has to tell me that some of my essentials aren’t as essential as I think. She also laughs at the fact that my closest is colored coated by color and then subdivided by article of clothing, but hey what are you gonna do, yanno? My friends also know the heartbreak I experienced when I discovered that I left my “folding machine” at home, I’m still not over it if we’re being honest. While my mother and grandmother may disagree, I must say that while at college I try to stay pretty organized. When you have 1/3 of a 10x10 room, it’ kinda hard to be really messy. And anyone who has stepped foot in Terrace 8, Room 120, knows I would give my left are for a perfectly made bed.

There’s what you’ve missed, of the last episode of Allie takes on Ithaca. Here’s to Fall Break in 3 days, don’t let those midterms get the best of you. May the coffee you drink at 9pm be black, your cheat sheets be double sided and may your professors always let you out 20 mins early.

-Just A Gal ;)

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Columbia Here I Come?

I’ve had a blog post on my desktop for probably about the last week and a half. But when I crawled into bed Scandal was calling my name, and Kerry Washington needed some TLC. My fans have been emailing me left and right about when I’ll be posting next (thanks mom), so here it is.

On my “study breaks” from studying I wasn’t actually doing I found myself doing anything but financial accounting. Not only do I now know how to tie the most perfect of messy buns, I am almost a certified esthetician, as well as a detective (I’m just waiting for Benson and Amaro to mail my badge). If you don’t get that reference please stop reading this blog now.

This is not the blog post that has been sitting on my desktop, however. I just thought it was too sappy and as you all know that’s not really my scene unless it’s the most emotional youtube videos I can find. Show me a soldier’s coming home video and I’ve probably already watched it at least 30 times. There’s something seriously wrong with me. If you want another tearjerker, type, “inspirational sports stories” into the youtube search bar, you can all thank me later. And as I sat there watching softball players carry an opposing team member around the bases, so she could get her home run, my mother immediately pops into my mind. The poster woman for being kind to others. While the woman has taught me about people, I like to think that I gathered some of my own knowledge along the way.

So kids, sit back and enjoy the ride while I enlighten you with my expert knowledge of the homo sapien. Also, I lied it’s going to get a little sappy. By no means am I qualified to administer this advice, nor did I receive my Ph. D. from Columbia, but I consider myself clearly, very qualified. My lawyers advised me to put that in here, just incase you guys take any of the mentioned tips, I won’t be held liable for the repercussions. However, if all turns out well, it was all me. Here’s how to deal with all of the amazing people on this Earth (me) and then those who just aren't quite at the caliber that we all are.

1.) You can’t beg people to love you. While you might want to cling to these people like the last Kate Spade bag that’s 60% off, but you're going to have to come to the realization that like the bag, you don’t actually need these people in your life. The fact of the matter is, you shouldn’t be clinging to people who “want” to be in your life. So cut your losses that bag was ugly any way, and you have so many nicer ones at home. Trust me guys, if there are people who want to spend time with me, there are DEFINITELY people who want to spend time with you, just start looking in the right places.

2.) Sometimes you have to do things for you. Whether it’s paying $35 for that Sephora mascara when you only have $40 in your bank account, or its just taking the time to wind down, be alone and read a great book. While I know I sound like Rafiki from the Lion King, in the end you have to do the things the make you happy. If those things happen to be expensive makeup and dark chocolate, good for you girlfriend.

3.) Like I said, as much as I hate to admit it I am “Little Karen.” So when you are dealing with people out there in the crazy world, remember to always, always, always pay it forward. If you can do one thing in this life choose this. Because like they say karma’s a b!%&h and what goes around comes around.

4.) And finally I’ll give you some advice from a childhood friend. As Christopher Robin, of the Hundred Acre Wood once told me, “you are braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”

So here’s my sarcasm, wit and charm that I am always sure to leave you with. Unfortunately, SVU does run out of episodes, however, Scandal makes a great substitute. Sometimes the dining hall food is home to caterpillars, so for those of you allergic (Michael) beware. And sometimes it ok to drive down to campus and wear you workout gear to 8 am’s. So my friends remember, have no regrets, be nice and always, always stay sassy.

-Just A Gal ;)

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A Week In Rambles

While I know not a soul is bitter about their non-mention in last weeks post, just in case you were I still love you!! But in my defense those people are FORCED to be with me, ALL the time. Imagine if you had to be around this girl on the regular; that’s some scary stuff. Until you have seen me cry over undercooked raspberry bars and pumpkin pies (I’m clearly a passionate baker), I can tell you, you have literally seen nothing yet. Let’s be real it’s only the start of my blogging career too. You want to be featured later, when I’m more famous and rich and can send you nice things on your birthday.

I’ll preface this blog by saying, I just have so much to say about so many random things, that I’m sure at one point you’ll question if a first grader is writing this. While I’m most definitely a rambler, I will try my very hardest to organize my thoughts. If you get bored, just skip around to the parts you like and lie to me about how great the whole thing was (I’m sure that’s what most of you do anyway).

So first, my experiences at college this week. My friend Candace and I decided that we need a dog, the extent of that obsession included looking up local shelters and screen-shotting pictures of all of the cute dogs. While we live in the same room we find it easier to send the pictures to each other from our beds, less walking that way. However, later when vacuuming the room we realized that three girls shed enough to literally make their own dog, so why spend the money we don’t have. I’ve also discovered that people don’t wear shoes in the college bathroom. Scary I know. Tip: you NEED to stay away from these kinds of people, because you most definitely do not need that kind of risk in your life. And finally, my first 8 am where I overslept......my mother and grandmother are saying, “I told you so” right now, I just know it. While I know Guam is not close, I am pretty sure it would have taken me less time to get there than to Philosophy on this dreadful morning. I woke up and got ready in 5 minutes, not typical of my 40 minute hair and makeup routine, and for the most part was sprinting across campus, more like a brisk walk, but still. The whole time all I did was pray that today, that cutie who usually holds the door, wasn’t feeling quite as friendly. Luckily, I made it to philosophy unscathed and without a hunky football player in sight.

Next, feelings on the weather. While I love the summer as much as the next girl, fall has a special place in my heart. There’s something about dark nail polish colors, cardigans and riding boots that can really change a girl’s attitude. And for those of you who didn’t know, I have a big one. Not only that, but call me crazy, I love showing up to class and NOT looking like I just ran a 5k in the dead of July.

And finally some exciting news! Gram and Pops have got an early release from their house arrest, because the McNulty’s have found themselves a new home! Not so much new, as it is dryer and safer to live in, but still. It’s like telling your kid you’ll miss them at summer camp, but then going 30 over the speed limit just to go home to an empty house. I’m sure they’ll miss us, just not enough to come pick us up the first night we call crying. In addition to that I’m sure the day we move out will be the last day the key fits in the front door (or at least the keys we have). I leave you with this. Remember, you always have time for those extra 5 minutes in bed, an extra item in the online shopping cart wont break the bank, and Netflix is always a good idea. Annnddd if you repeat these lies to yourself enough times, you’ll actually start to believe them. May Law & Order SVU never run out of new episodes and may Ulta always send free samples with their online orders.

-Just a Gal ;)

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Blessed

Believe it or not there is a very select group of people in my life who are blessed to experience this quick wit and charm on the daily. Some may feel as though they suffer through it but that’s up for debate. While the VIP section is veryyyyy exclusive there are quite a numerous amount of people behind the red velvet rope, that is my life. However, I’m only mentioning the frequent flyers soooooo if you feel left out I am sorry, but this blog can only be so long, before people stop reading it.

So first off, the woman who decided that it would be a great idea to create life. Thanks Mom, I owe you! This woman is literally insane, but has the biggest heart of anyone I know. She embarrasses me on the regular, whether that be reading these posts to all her teacher friends or deciding that we need to have a deep life convo in the car, so that I can’t get away. When I tell you my mother works hard, I mean she works harder than anyone I know. Never in my life have I ever felt as though I missed out on on single thing. My mom made everything happen, whether it was driving me from softball to soccer and having me change in the car or getting me that beautiful taurus wagon all my friends love to pile into. Mom, I am forever indebted to you and if in my lifetime I can become half the woman you are, I think I turned out alright.

Now there’s also this guy who decided to join us a few years later in life, but we decided we’d keep him around. Here’s to the man who takes care of (puts up with) my mom while we’re all away. Folk’s he’s with us at his own will and STILL keeps coming back. Thank you for showing me how to change the oil in my car, putting up with all of my jokes and all the stories about the Queen. Mike, I bet we make driving a train the easiest part of your day!

Ok, so Gram and Pops are the definition on my relationship goals later in life. I’m pretty sure that my grandpa still calls my grandma dear even when they are mad. These two need their own show I kid you not. Pops and Littlegirl (that’s me) had quite a summer. This man drove me to work religiously. We’d sip our coffee from the biggest mugs we could find, some of us would spill on ourselves, and throw our cup in frustration, but that was only once. We were also amateur traffic cops, ensuring that everyone abided by the speed limit in school zones. When they didn’t Pops would look over and shake his finger. There were times that I thought the soccer mom in the minivan next to us was going to get out and key our car. Grandma is witness to the fact that Pops is a little more lenient when it comes to stop signs. I kid you not, she once pretended to check her manicure when in actuality she was a little nervous in the backseat. This woman is my best friend, and if you tasted her green christmas tree cookies, she’d be yours too. Gram thank you for always being there to hug me when I cry and put up with my craziness. I know that I really am your favorite. However, the biggest accomplishment these two have is the fact they’ve lived with us for almost FOUR years. I’m convinced these two are saints, we owe you. Thanks for not letting me be homeless!!!

I have a brother, he’s not as funny as me but he’s alright (Michael I’m kidding!). He’s actually the most generous and caring kid I know. Granted if you text him, expect nothing more than a “yea” or a “good”, but I always get a “love you, night” text from him (he’s going to kill me for that). But seriously, while sometimes he doesn’t know that I too am 19 and can handle my own issues, I know that if i ever can’t handle myself, he’s right there. I love you kid!

And finally, to the people who choose to put up with me. My cousin Casey Lee, got her shout out last week. Here’s to Corinne Elizabeth, the girl who really didn’t have much of a choice of at being my friend. I am forever grateful that our moms forced us to hang out. If i had to go through life with out you, I’d be lost. As much as that was Jack and Rose, Titanic status; I love you most, and thank you for listening to me whine and cry about life, and thank you for always being down to adventure with me!

I do realize this blog wasn’t packed with my typical wit and charm and it was quite sappy. But if you have people in your life that are like these guys, you understand my rant. Next week will be sassy, don't stress.

-Just a Gal ;)

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Peeps

Well folks, I have lived to tell the tale. I have conquered 8 am’s, hills that feel like they should have some kind of summit and copious amount of stairs. And when I say stairs, I mean that they are steep enough for my nose to bleed at the top. But like I said, by some miracle of God I’ve made it passed this week. Let me remind you all, it was only three days.

In my three days I encountered quite a cast of characters. Day 1 was a real treat, but to my grandmother’s dismay, I did not slip the hunky football player across the room my number. However, things got surprisingly rowdy in Philosophy.

As I woke up with the sun, I was thanking god that I invested in a Keurig (THANK YOU GRAM AND POP!). But as I was sipping my drug of choice, caffeine, I was not at all prepared for the girl next to me yell out to the whole class! While scrolling through my Instagram feed, I heard her yell about how we should all be speaking and it was just too quiet. I sat thinking, PLEASE, please, please, for the love of God do not turn to me; I have not had enough coffee for this yet. Sure enough I made eye contact, such a rookie mistake. While I appeased and answered her questions, I thought to myself, someone get this girl a Xanax or a double shot espresso, she’s gone rogue. However, on the most serious of notes while at first I thought this girl was committing social suicide, I was then so envious of her. How she could just put herself out there and not have a care in the world. Girlfriend, all the props in the world to you, and if you turn to me again and ask me about my life, I will most definitely oblige.

Day 2: Attractive male spotted.....the business school is the place to be apparently. To the lovely (looking) gentleman who held the door for me, hopefully I will be seeing more of you. Unfortunately, Thursday’s outfit is as good as it’s going to get. Folks, chivalry is not dead and to whoever raised this boy....1.) your gene pool is fantastic 2.) you did quite a job. The sad truth of it all is the boy holding the door was probably the highlight of my day.

Day 3: Naps....lots and lots of naps. I know your are all judging me but in all fairness this is the day of 8 am’s with the last class ending at the stroke of 10. I would say that it is more than socially acceptable to crawl right back into bed at that time. And if you think otherwise.....frankly, you’re wrong...

So to the point. I emphasized being friendly and confident in my last post and this week only displayed how very, very right I was (as usual). We should all be more like the girl in my 8am or the boy in who held the door for me. And the fact is it’s not just them: it’s the maintenance men that told me all about their Alaskan adventures while fixing my lights, or the lady who draws my blood and makes me laugh so hard that I want to tip her. Mind you she’s shoving a needle in my arm.

Personally, I surround myself with people who bang pots and pans alone on NYE, share a twin bed with me when there’s a full in the room next door, or make fun of me so badly that I’m sure the woman overhearing our conversation just shed a tear. These people don’t care if other people think we’re crazy and for that, I love them. We encounter so many people in life and if we spend our time judging them instead of getting to know them, we’re probably missing out on a lot.

I’ll be the first to admit it, sometimes people get to be a little much. And if that’s the case Starbucks makes an excellent K-cup for that and amazon sells “stress relieving” coloring books for adults. I decided that this year I’m branching out, so we all have to. Who knows, maybe that hunky football player has a thing for sweatpants and messy buns.....probably not!

-Just A Gal ;)

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alliemcnulty · 9 years

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As we all await on the edge of our seats for the start of classes (8 am tomorrow to be exact), I can't help but want to share some tips and tricks, as well as spread my plethora of college knowledge. And as I watch the kids still moving in from the comfort of my bed with the perfect cup of coffee, I think to myself, “wow you guys probably should have done this so much sooner.” But none the less, in life you win some and you loose some, and this one they just happen to loose.

But before I grace you with all of the amazing things I have to offer: a quick shoutout. Here’s to the woman who helped me move every box into my room, even with the bum wing she’s got. She may be there to micro manage every move I make, but every time she does I absolutely need it. Mom, thank you for being there for the 5 am phone calls when I broke my computer and for always letting me swipe your credit card to pay for books. I love you to the moon, back and just a little more and I owe you everything.

Now some of you may be calling me a brown noser and to that I say I most definitely am. I have a twin brother and its a blood bath for favorite child, right now I’m on top. One thing I will say guys, even though they set your curfews and force you to talk to relatives you’d otherwise avoid, take some time to thank your parents for all they do, because let’s be real they do a lot.

Ok, now onto the love/hate relationship we are all having with the first day of classes. Your girl is praying that some good karma comes her way and the only seat for the cute boy in her class to pick, is the one next to her. To the cutie in my 8 am’s, honey I am so sorry, but I did all I could, and these pajama pants were just waaayyyyy to comfy to change out of.

Some real advice though, I have three words for you: proactive, confident and friendly. I am absolutely that nerd who goes around and makes sure she knows where all of her classes are, and I suggest you do the same. When you are 20 minutes late and panting like an overweight, diabetic golden retriever, that cute boy is avoiding you at all costs and all you’ll be thinking about is how right I was. I say confidence because apparently “it’s key.” While trying to avoid being a cliché, I must say it is true. I emphasize confident NOT cocky. Not everyone wants to watch the 1 hour CNN special on your life, so take it down a notch. And lastly being friendly. I feel like this is pretty self explanatory, every single person sitting in your class is in the same boat as you. So be nice and if it’s not received well, I’m sure your campus is big enough to find another breathing human being.

I’ll leave you with this.....I hope that your alarms are all set for am, your glade plug in’s over power the football boys down the hall, and your coffee brews ever so perfectly. And if you need some motivation, remember....this is only syllabus week.....YIKES!!!

-Just a Gal ;)

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alliemcnulty · 9 years

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Being the poor college student I am, I decided that I’d try my hand at blogging; and maybe by the grace of god I’ll become an internet sensation and graduate with no debt. Even in the rare case that I don’t become rich and famous I’ll continue to entertain you with my sparkling personality and tales of college woe.

Freshman year at Ithaca College has come and gone, and to your dismay you have missed it. I may have had a hand in this occurrence, but in my defense.....it was freshman year....need I say more?!

But lucky for you, you have all tuned into sophomore year. I’ve got my bearings, the most beautiful of taurus station wagons, a penthouse suite at the hilton that I share with two other occupants, and a course load that should have my $10 Long Island manicure ruined by syllabus week.

With that said this will be the most loose of blogs out there. I’m not going to tell you to look for a post every Wednesday; because truthfully if I have an accounting test Thursday morning, you can bet your butt I was up until at least one in the morning studying for that bad boy. In addition to that I will be updating you on the decadent dining hall food, my favorite books, my scholarly conquests, farmer’s market trips and what my opinions are on the newest Netflix series and if they are even worth your time. But in all seriousness this blog will be all about me life including all of the exciting and not so exciting things that happen in it.

So if you love yourself a little sarcasm, sass and just the right amount of attitude you've come to the right place. And if you’re a college girl who can relate to any of this, I’m here for you girl! If you’re someone who knows a college girl like me, for that I’m sorry. And if you’re just trying to relive those “glory days” I hope you can live vicariously through me!

-Just A Gal ;)

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