Saturday, September 29, 2012

life as of late

1 | me and my uncle bucko a few years ago
2 | amazing saturday breakfast at a local cafe
3 | the boy at our chinese date before work
4 | autumn flavored beer (that was HORRIBLE)
5 | my man makes the best latte'
6 | a happy boy out for drinks
7 | .....and me.

there you have it! this is what i do besides work my little ass off.
l. shane

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

finding the music, three

with fall quickly approaching, i find myself jumping back to the music that meshes perfectly with my mind as the breeze gets increasingly cooler. bon iver is my go to man when the weather gets colder and the leaves are finally changing to warmer colors (overlook the fact that this is the first time i've actually seen the signs of fall in a state...). bon iver also reminds me of seattle, and looking out of a rainy plane window as it's descending down to the emerald city. the pacific north west holds my heart, but that's unrelated.

there are others, but i'll keep it simple tonight.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

autumn breeze, bring me some inspiration

this morning started with productivity, and walking around our corner of the world with the warm rays of the sun and that wonderful autumn breeze that is beginning to sweep through this god forsaken state, but around four all inspiration and motivation died inside of me. here's a pretty picture and hopes that it will come back soon.


p.s. i'm learning to bake! that's my only life update. 

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

i'm a hard person to love, part two

From that day on, the adventures never really stopped. This redhead took an inclusive, painfully shy sixteen year old girl, and actually brought her out of her shell. Before I knew it, I was finally living the life that I had only ever thought of in my daydreams. This one ginger kid had me living the way I always wanted to. Our relationship in high school could be defined by a few simple words; adventure, church roofs, breaking into schools, rockstars, late nights, and sunshine, lots of it.

It's definitely in my books as my first favorite summer. He became my best friend that summer.

After an unforgettable year/summer that included, but was not limited to; getting chased by the cops on halloween, hanging out rebelliously in vacant houses, wandering adventures in our native desert land, and memories that would last us a lifetime, summer was over. And like most kids when high school is over, Ryan went off to college, and not just to a university that was an hour drive away. Nope, Ryan took off 1200 miles to a university in Seattle, Washington. Hence beginning our two years long distance.

Now our relationship consisted of; lots of texting, lots of plane rides, lots of skyping, and lots of missing. But, through all the distance, we just fell in love.

(Now don't get me wrong, there were lots of tears, and fighting. Long distance at seventeen/eighteen is a really difficult thing, but he was worth it. We were worth it.)

You may be kind of wondering why a picture with my little brother was thrown in, well, the answer is easy. Somewhere along the lines, Ryan became BEST friends with my little brother. My little brother always has, and continues to, look up to him. The amount that they get along and understand each other is ridiculous. I like to say we were like the three musketeers, but really, we all know that I was the third wheel. It's fine. It's one of the main reasons I love him.

Stay tuned for me,

Monday, September 17, 2012

lusty fall boots, the soulless feature

It is finally feeling like fall over here in Colorado, thankfully. I'm not a heat girl, I wish I was, but I'm not. It just makes me complain too much. The wonderful fall breeze on the other hand, makes me feel happy for no reason. My older sister once told me that it only happened because I had psychologically conditioned myself and it's not healthy, but I personally don't mind a little bit of personal conditioning.

Oh, that's not awkward at all. Anyway, here are some pretty shoes for fall that I am lusting after...

fall boots

Seychelles boots / Brown lace up boots / Kitten heel boots / Steve Madden flat boots / Freebird mid heel boots

Stay tuned,

Sunday, September 16, 2012

honesty corner, three

I'm one of those people who are fueled by fire, by a passion, and the only downside of that is that I want to fix everything and change the world - all at once. It has jumped from teaching, to special education, to pediatric brain injuries, to the GSB Alliance. I can never stay focused on one thing, but at least in the end, if one of those topics is brought up, I'm still incredibly passionate about it, I just have a hard time picking just one. (And this break from school is not helping my constantly changing mind...)

This is about to get HEAVY.

Recently Taylor Swift came out with the song "Ronan", and I won't lie, I'm a big T.Swift fan. So, naturally I went to go listen to it. It is a pretty and slow song, my favorite kind, but then I went to read the lyrics, and it touched me (as I hope it would everyone). Almost instantly I went to go find the blog that I read about, and started reading about that wonderful little boy and his momma.

Ronan was a beautiful three year old boy who was diagnosed with stage 4 Neuroblastoma cancer. He fought like hell for eight months, and then on May 9th, 2011, he passed away. His wonderful mother, Maya, wrote every day about the journey they were on. It's a heartbreaking blog (, but it tells an important story. His mother is so strong, and is taking his passing in the best way I could imagine, and is going to change the world. She will not stop until the world is more informed, and we are closer to finding a cure for childhood cancer.

While I was reading I realized the dates that she was in the hospital with her baby the last few days, I was with my little brother in a pediatric ICU two states over after he had been struck by a truck. I was looking into the eyes of a mother, and it was like looking into what my momma was going through while her baby laid in a hospital bed, comatose, in a battle of life and death. To this day I am thankful that my baby brother survived and currently lives with my Mom while recovering from a very serious traumatic brain injury, but it made me connect with Maya.

I want to make a difference. I think we all should want to make a difference. Maybe you won't personally cure childhood cancer, or magically find a way to have the brain heal, but you could get the word out there, or you could help those who have faced these things. There are so many things we can do as human beings to help each other, and I think we should all try. I think it matters to try.

Go kiss your babies. Go tell your friends you love them. Go call your Momma. Go make a difference.

& go listen to Ronan by Tayler Swift, and maybe donate a dollar to the

Friday, September 14, 2012

Tea at Noon is back from vacation!

The vacation that went from two weeks turned into about three months, or so. But there was a bright side to it all, it gave me a chance to purge items that didn't belong and really decide what direction I wanted to take the shop in.

But it's back! Sure, there should probably be some caution tape, and hard hats should be required, but who cares! It's up and at em'!

Cheers to excitement and some positive motivation!
l. shane

Monday, September 10, 2012

blech, sorry friends...

I have a riddle for you, what happens when you're twenty-one, think you're invincible, and work sixteen days in a row?

I'll tell you! You get a cold, a really bad fucking cold. Which includes you getting sent home TWICE from your NEW job. Yeah, it's been fantastic. So, Tea at Noon will take a little bit longer for my update, and you won't get 'an unusual lovestory, part two' until next week. I'm sorry, but it will come. Until then, I'm going to cuddle up, drink tea, and have my wonderful dude take care of me. Times like these remind me that I really love my Irish man.

Stay tuned,

resurrected from hell...

My hell week of day jobs is finally over. Thank that being in the sky! Now, I'll be back to being regular. No, not that kind, you jerk. And here are some photo's from my time missing...

Stay tuned,
l. shane

Saturday, September 8, 2012

i'm a hard person to love, part one

I'm difficult. I'm stubborn. I make dumb decisions. I don't always use the mind I was blessed with. I hold grudges to the bone. I get annoyed easily. I can be selfish. I always believe I'm right, all the way down to my soul. I'm up and down and all around.

I'm not saying I'm a bad person, because I'm not, but I am a hard person to love.

When I was younger, around fifteen, I wanted something serious, too serious. I'm not talking sex, I'm talking I wanted to meet my husband and live happily ever after. Now I'm twenty-one years old and being married scares the hell out of me. I'm not worried about commitment, I'm a commitment kind of girl. There is just something about that piece of paper that 'forces' an idea of forever - but this is not a rant about my views on marriage at my age. I think it's all different for every single soul. This is a point of the boy who did fall in love with me, through all of my spurts of insanity.

I was sixteen, a junior just starting at a new high school after being dropped out for a year or so (yes, I've been a drop out. Life experience, but I do not encourage it!), and I was nervous and dating a stupid boy. Don't we all have those? He dumped me because I was too serious, which I was. So then I was single, stupid and sixteen. The three S's, if you will. So, I focused on school and being a normal 'high school kid'. I've faced it now, that I was never normal.

When I was sixteen I did weird things with my friends. One day we decided to dress up as 'Charlies Angels' and put makeup on our faces like we were in a tribe, and took pictures. Next thing I knew from that day one of my friends had a picture with a really cute red head (I've always had a soft spot for gingers), so I asked who her cute friend was. Soon enough there was a friend request from a boy, that cute red head, by the way. I said hi, then he said hi, then eventually he was the one I logged in hoping that I would see a message from. Then from there it went from texting, and I found out he was a boy who could not fall in love (he said so himself). Finally we hung out at a minutes golf course. My little sister came along, because I was too nervous by myself. I picked him up, and I'm pretty sure I didn't speak the entire way there. And our first ice breaker for my shy self?

Our first photograph together. Seventeen and sixteen.

"So, why can't you fall in love Ryan Wade?"

Stay tuned,

Friday, September 7, 2012

our corner of the world

You know guys, the internet has a bad reputation. I feel people shove it into a category of being used to shit talk, speak opinions that are hurtful, and to create a more dumb founded youth - but I disagree. Look a this little world that just us bloggers have created. I love the idea that you could email nearly any of your favorite bloggers, with questions, comments or even advice and they would respond to kindly and so genuine.

I have found this in other sections of the internet, too. Back when I was eleven to about fourteen, I was a Harry Potter roleplayer. I love it, and to this day I am still friends with all of those lovely ladies and gentleman.

Yeah, the internet has a bad rep. Look how all kind and lovely our little corner is. and you know what they say, kindness spreads. Just some positive thoughts to send you into your weekend.

With love,
l. shane

Sunday, September 2, 2012

finding the music, two

Fair warning, if I'm lacking from the interweb this week - it's because I'm dead, or dying. Not exactly lying in a ditch somewhere, just my body will be slowly shutting down from exhaustion. But on the bright side, this will be my last week working two jobs that equal a little more than seventy hours a week. Then my resurrection will happen a little after this week...

Here's a little something that's helping to keep blood pumping to my heart, and my head from getting light headed. It's slow, which is strange, but it's awesome, which is good.

Come on, Come on - Scott Hardkiss

Happy Sunday!
- l. shane