pumpkin patch

yesterday our three mile walk around town ended smack dab in the middle of a pumpkin patch. photo 1 photo 2 photo 3 photo 4i think it was made for kids– but clementine and i took full advantage of this little hidden gem. we found our way through a maze, took pictures with the scarecrow and soaked in those fall rays of sun.

(location: between spring and thames —> trinity church)

have we mentioned how much we love fall?



every once in a while i do a ‘things to look forward to‘ post. mostly it’s to help me see that life isn’t always filled with work and school. life in fact can be wonderful:

we booked an overnight stay at the park plaza hotel in boston. reason being: trip to the boston museum of science, dinner at mela (my favorite inidan restaurant) and falling asleep in the city . also, we got a suite with a king size bed. date night really got amped up this go-around.

we are booking our yearly tropical vacation. and of course, our very best friends will be in tow (round two!) meghan’s text said it all yesterday “i can’t wait to get drunk under the sun with you”. amen. amen. amen.

i found a really darling album that will soon be available on itunes. entitled: you+me (rose ave). please give it a listen. it’s wine and cheese music… if you know what i mean.

clementine’s second birthday is right around the corner. i think she wants a harness or maybe a new cow’s knee. nonetheless, she is getting spoiled– rotten. also, she’s two. T-W-O. two.

ian’s (golden year) 27th birthday. this year it lands on thanksgiving and i can already tell what i’ll be thankful for.

Bz7X79ZIIAEcywU^^^this guy^^^

we have so much to look forward to. we like to stay thankful. these posts make me so damn thankful.


sweet berry farm

last weekend i called meagan up and told her i was in dire need of a pedicure– post pedicure we found ourselves picking apples, peaches and pumpkins:

unnamed 765^^^fresh pedicure^^^

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1 BzWlVvVIAAA7A9Iand then this happened! this morning we woke up to fresh organic milk, venda ravioli (from federal hill) pumpkin raviolis and pink vodka sauce. it’s safe to say we have a milk man– and this chick is 100% into it. every tuesday morning we get goodies delivered by 8:00am. it’s wonderful! i get to send ‘free treats’ to anyone– so send me an e-mail under the contact tab if you’re interested! rumor has it that you will receive a gallon of milk (which comes in a glass bottle, win win!)

to check out their site click:

—> here <—


ted talk

science is a huge part of who i am (and truthfully, i wouldn’t have it any other way)

wednesday night in my biochemistry class we were shown this twenty minute ‘ted talk’ that is entitled, can we eat to starve cancer?

i can’t shake it– i’ve thought about it more often than not since wednesday night.

angiogenesis is probably one of my most recent fascination. dr. william li takes a completely different perspective on fighting cancer. instead of fighting it– why don’t we try to stop the creation of it? how can we ‘kill’ the supply, the fuel, the main derivative of ones cancer. anti-angiogenesis. he explains that taking away the blood supply from newly created blood vessels that nurish ones tumor is the key to sucessess. and how can we do this? by eating certain food, teas, or spices. it amazed me. every single second of it– and i hope it does the same for you!

science, because it makes sense.  

click –> here <– to check out the ted talk

BzB082DCQAADNdt^^^being goofy with the old fashion lab goggles^^^



i wish i could say i’ve been absent because a,b or c. or because i didn’t have the desire to blog for the last week. i wish it was that work, school and well, basically life took up too much time. but it’s not.

for the past week i haven’t exactly been ‘myself’. and while i don’t want to spill everything on this here blog– i will tell you, saturday night was scary. impossible to recall every detail scary. around 3:30am we woke up to clementine freaking out. and when i say freaking out– i mean it. with every ounce of my body– i mean it.

long story short: someone broke the glass on our front door and then took our door knob off in hopes of entering our teeny-tiny little apartment that we so proudly call home. i replay the moment of calling 9-11 so vividly in my mind– hands shaking and not breathing. i replay it in the morning, on my lunch break and in those wee hours of the morning when i wake up and can’t move, somewhat paralyzed by fear. they say it’s normal. it is some what ‘normality’ to feel like this. to feel violated, unsafe and the worst: to feel like it’s out of your control… that no matter how much you try to protect yourself, you can’t 100 percent. nobody can. because of others. and their actions. that scares me the most.

home is supposed to be protection. it’s supposed to take you in at your worst– put you on the couch with a cup of tea and make you feel complete. home lets you close your eyes and lets you let go of everything that is going on in the world. but right now, my house feels eerie. and i hope that one day it makes me feel safe– just like it did when i went to bed saturday night.

we weren’t harmed– nothing was taken– and our little pup woke us up. we’ve got to stay thankful and aware that things could have been much worse. but, alas– i am still frightened when i wake up and the sun is so far away from rising. i close my eyes and wish for daylight (again, again and again)

and so my week has been going….and to say i have been ‘on edge’ is putting it lightly. ian came into the kitchen tuesday morning (when i thought he was fast asleep) and i jumped. i was so darn scared, right there in my very own kitchen pouring my very own cup of coffee and thinking of thoughts that didn’t revolve around saturday night.

they say it takes time to get over it.

yesterday i had class in providence. and on most wednesday nights i dread the city. it’s too much for me. but yesterday it was exactly what i needed. i felt safe– there were hundreds of people around and i didn’t know a soul. but somehow they made me feel safe. a simple smile, a gesture of hello or that sweet, sweet lady that held the door for me. they made me feel safe.

completely and utterly safe.

and so, after class i saw the uri bus that takes you to the parking lot. but instead, i walked. i walked alone– in the city– at 8:45pm because i needed to. (although i did talk to my mom for 60% of the walk).

and when i got to my car, i felt relieved– i felt like not everybody in this world is there to hurt you. to break you down. not everybody wants something out of you. some people just want to hold the door. and with that small gesture i realized that things happen. shit happens. and you’ve got to be bigger than it. you’ve got to keep living life.

last night i slept so well (thanks to two benedryl)

i hope i sleep well from here on out. as long as i’ve got ian and clem– i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay.



over night


i say it every year: fall happened over night


welcome to it, friends!

instead of being cooped up studying last night (biochemistry exam: today) ian and i ventured down to the wharf pub for a pizza. yes, i know– the post right below this one is 110% contrary to that of what we did last night. but, we needed it last night. plus, we ran out of propane. ha!

we sat outside– i wore a vest and he wore a flannel. i had a glass of wine and he had a beer. i had a smile on and so did he. the tourist have thankfully found their way home and the wharf pub seemed to give us that little spark of ‘home’. every winter ian and i find ourselves taking off our jackets, stomping the snow off our boots and pulling out a stool to sit on at our favorite little pub. it’s a special place for us. and it’s back.

there are nights (special nights) that are meant for hot pizza, a cold brew and one on one conversation.

i think i can say it’s my favorite time of year– although i do say that a lot.


home cookin’

lately we’ve been making very good use of our little (teeny, tiny) kitchen. ian and i have always loved going out to eat– mostly because after a busy work day the last thing either of us wanted to do was cook. so, we’d suit up and head down the hill to one of our favorite spots. for a while it was pizza. some days it was pasta. and others– a good ole burger and beer. but like everything else in life, balance is key. and so we made a pact to try and cook home more often than not.

and i am proud to report that we have more than succeeded–we even finished our can or propane! this whole summer we really put our best foot forward and cooked home even on the toughest of nights. (although– saturdays are still designated as ‘dine-out nights’)

things i have learned: you save SO much money cooking at home, it’s a lot healthier and ian is one heck of a dish washer.

Bxp6nckCcAAb1pb^^^salad + radish + goat cheese is our new jam^^^

i am beginning to like this whole cooking thing. most days.


monday zzzz’s

this morning i (for once) didn’t have trouble waking up. the brisk air, my morning coffee and the excitement of wearing my new jcrew velvet pants made the trek from bed to the bathroom that much easier. every morning i kinda do the same thing– stumble (blindly) to the bathroom– contacts in, teeth brushed, faced washed and hair brushed. well, the hair thing happens like 2x a week.

and then i start my coffee. while it’s brewing i hop on into the bedroom (because the wooden floors are so cold these days) and get dressed. today: post floor hop… i walked into this:


i hate to say i am the luckiest girl in the world– but today i feel pretty damn lucky.

my heart melted. right onto those cold wooden floors.

i love you, sweet boy & pup


birthday recap

so far, my 25th year has been busy– but a wonderful busy if you can imagine that.

wednesdays are now full (go,go,go) days (my alarm clock goes off at 6am and my night class ends at 8:45). it makes me tired and moody and sometimes awfully hungry– but it’s worth it. and that is something that i need to keep reminding myself.

25. it feels good. in some weird sort of way– i think this will be a golden year. or a year of pleasant surprises. or a year of ‘what-ifs’. but some things are out of my control and that’s where i will have to (consistently) leave them. i hope this year brings stability and new choices and new beginnings. but, alas– stay tuned. things should unfold soon… at least i hope so.


get-attachmenti also hope this year brings smiles and laughter (like that of the picture above)

sitting around my parents kitchen table with a glass of wine and genuine conversation is something that i will always treasure.

and as for my lack of blogging– fall is sort of on its way in and there will be many, many, many more posts in regards to it. because if we all know one thing: i just adore fall. images of frye boots, scarfs, brisk walks to empire coffee and crunching leaves makes me smile. welcome back fall, i’ve missed you.

cheers to falling for fall (for the 25th time)


birthday + school

i never thought this day would come– but today marks my first day of graduate school. as previously mentioned, i am going to be a rhody ram (for one last time). class starts at 6:00– so, in natural micaela fashion, i’ll be there at 5:15. (bright eyed and cheery)

and, tomorrow is my 25th birthday! it’s been a darn good week and i can’t wait for it to continue. thursday night is a surprise and friday has been taken off of work. i rarely take days off from work– but the morning after my 25th birthday seemed fitting. and so, i went and did it. amen to sleeping in and a three day week.

tomorrow: surprise.

it’s nothing crazy– just solo time with that boy of mine. (who knows, maybe he has a few tricks up his sleeve) but, there is nothing more than a good bottle of wine and wonderful company to help ring in this 25th year.

thank you all for taking another trip around the sun with me. this one has been a favorite. 

oh yes, clementine turns two next month and i am not ready. not at all. make it stop.


BwnneF3CIAAGTHV^^^good morning wake ups^^^