4 Books

I think I’m going to approach this from a few angles…

4 Books

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  • Harry Potter series

I own every book, but have not read them yet. It was a goal of mine in high school, which never happened. Then my free time went down the drain in nursing school. Its like life kept getting in the way. I’m hoping to attack this venture soon!

  • Beowulf

Terrible. Just terrible. I feel like every Brit Lit major is going to attack me, now, but I just DID NOT like this book. I’ve read tons of books/plays in school… The Scarlet Letter, The Great Gatsby, The Bluest Eye, Macbeth… I enjoyed all of them, but from page 1, I could not read this book.

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  • To Kill A Mockingbird

Admittedly, I did not pick up this book until Mr. Gregory Peck influenced me. (If you didn’t quite understand where I was going with that, I saw the movie first.) The movie is utterly fantastic, packed with a boat load of actors. The book, at first, was a bit difficult to read because its written with inflection and lingo of the south. Once I made it through the first few pages, I read it to myself with a southern accent and the rest of the book just flowed. I like that it was written  about actual adult situations that had occurred, but still had the point of view of a child. Its because of that book that I really want to nickname my future daughter, if thats in the cards, “Scout.”

  • The Book of Virtues

I came across this bulky book in middle school at the school library. I, honestly, only grabbed it because I thought it would impress everyone how smart I looked. It sounds dumb, now, but what do I know as an 11 year old know. Once I actually cracked into the book, I loved it! At first I only read the poems, then, I remember reading them to my parents. (They liked when I would read aloud…) Then, I began reading the short stories. The poems are stories were new and old, and historic, and fictional, and covered all 7 virtues, broken down into the 7 chapters of the book. Its the biggest book I’ve ever read, and about the only book I completely read from the middle school library. It’s definitely a fave!

Maya Angelou



Today, while at work, I was informed that one of my favorite writers passed away: Maya Angelou. I adore reading her poems, in fact, I have a book of her writings. I love the depth, the heart and soul, the empowerment of her words. Whenever I feel really terrible about my body, I read Phenomenal Woman. It makes me appreciate every little imperfection I see in myself. Thank you, Maya, for pulling me into your writing, giving me strength and courage, and for blessing us with your talent.

5 Foods

I thought coming up with 9 Loves was hard. How does a food blogger Pick only 5 Foods to talk about…? So heres a bunch of random thoughts…

5 Foods

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Chocolate cookies with sugary creme in the middle! Perfection!

  • Comfort Food

Meatloaf, my chicken cordon bleu, mac n’ cheese, pancakes and waffles… I mean, the term “comfort food” to me refers to that feeling of home. Theres just nothing like biting into a classic, hearty, dish whos recipe has been passed down for generations.

  • Tripe

I’ve only had it once, and only because it was free. Ha! Frank and I went to a new Vietnamese place that opened a few years back for the dim sum lunch. A variety of flavors profiles were offered to us and I reluctantly tried it. I couldn’t believe it! I actually liked! To this day I can’t actually describe it, but I have, yet, to try it again… Mostly because the restaurant closed and “tripe” on a menu isn’t usually a selling point…

  • Asian

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Malaysian, Thai, Chinese, Japanese, Filipino… I’m getting hungry just thinking about it! I could literally eat this stuff everyday… I just love the combinations of sweet heat and spice with vegetables and proteins!

  • Nut and Seed Butters

I love the salty creamy flavor of peanut butter. Oh, and Peter Pan’s Crunchy is fabulous! After not having much luck with cashew, almond, macadamia nut, and pecan butter, I was a bit skeptical. But I loved the earthy, nutty tones to the Sunflower Seed butter! I must say that my absolute favorite is rather pricey. Nuttzo butter is unique, for sure. My favorite is the Crunchy PF variety. Its loaded with chia and flax, and the base is made of almond, cashew, brazil nut, hazelnuts, and pumpkin seeds! I could eat it by the spoonful! Oh man! Excuse me while I run to the market for a jar…

6 Places

Hmmm 6 places I’ve been? 6 Places I want to go? 6 Places I’d never go? How to tackle this question???

6 Places

  • New York, especially Williamsburg, Brooklyn

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After visiting Meaghen, I fell in love with the borough. I mean, I literally smile ear to ear just thinking about it. It was the one place I remember being and feeling 100% confident about self. I love the eclectic people, the small unique bakeries and coffee chops, everything! I can’t wait to take Barry there in a few weeks. He’s never been to New York!

  • Pike Market, Downtown Seattle

I visited downtown Seattle a few years ago with my Honor Society. Every morning I walked a couple blocks down to the market, right on the bay, and got fresh produce, locally made products, and everything tasted fantastic! I also loved the variety of produce, things I’ve never even heard of before, like Maitake mushrooms and fiddleheads


  • Sicily

My Nonna was born in a small harbor town, called Milazzo, in 1920. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with learning about my family history. Anything Sicilian… I’m there! I’ve always dreamed of traveling there and seeing the area my grandmother was born, speaking the language, breathing the same air as my ancestors, tracking down records, and maybe even meeting family.

  • My bed

Need I say more? Its home, comfort, the safe place, has tons of pillows and my teddy bear (yes, a teddy bear)…

  • Antarctica

Never. I have quite the low tolerance for cold. Barry sleeps without covers and I sleep with at leas two… even in the summer. I’m always layered, or curled in ball under my covers… Sorry, Antarctica, you’re just too damn cold for me.

  • Seaside Heights, New Jersey

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I look forward to going here every year, even if its just a day trip. My summer would not be complete without it. I remember sitting in the back seat of my parents car, knowing that as soon as I’d see the top of the ferris wheel, nothing but great memories would ensure. I remember when I got my driver’s license, and dad let me drive. Oh man! I was terrified to drive over the bridge that enters the town (the lanes are really narrow). My first memories of crabbing are sitting on the dock with my poppop. Then, we would go back to the beach house to meet the rest of the family and cook the crabs. That night, poppop would take me on the ferris wheel. For those few minutes of the ride, poppop was all mine! The sad day that we would leave to go home, we would hit Midway, a sausage stand in the middle of the boardwalk, for sausage sandwiches! Oh and Kohr’s custard! And the log flume! And The Sawmill! And Breakfast at Jimmy’s! So many wonderful memories! I w as devastated by, what seemed, the never ending domino of disasters that hit Seaside last year (Hurricane Sandy, the faulty wiring, which lit up the new boardwalk. I’m happy to report that Seaside continues to stand strong and has been rebuilding. I can’t wait to go!

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Speaking of my Poppop…


Happy Memorial Day! Thank you, to all you brave men and women who have fought for our freedom, our rights, for my ability to write this blog, for making me feel safe… Your are heroes. Thank you.


This song is perfect to celebrate these heroes!

7 Wants

I guess this is like a wish list… I like the word “wish” better than “want”.


7 Wishes…

  • To Travel

I want to see the world, experience new foods, help as many as possible, learn, expand my mind…

  • World Peace

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  • To Be A Role Model

As a nurse, you are taught to be a role model of health. As a human being, an active member of society, I want others to look at me and say, “I can do it, too!” When I fell into anorexia, I looked to my sponsor, Katie. She runs, lifts, is active, eats well, and is healthy. I want to be that to someone one day. To my goddaughter , I want to her to see drive an determination to gradate high school, go to college, live a happy and healthy life, and don;t let anything stand in her way.

  • Crappy Food Didn’t Taste So Good

Why does a chunky fudgey brownie taste so damn good when its just so wrong for your body? Or that burger with bacon and blue cheese? Or that ridiculous Mint Cookies and Creme Milkshake Barry got me hooked?I love my fruits and veggies, but its just not fair, I tell you!

  • A Christmas Album

It sounds really dumb, but I’ve always wanted to record a Christmas album. I sing Christmas music all year round and you will never meet another person with more Christmas spirit… some day…

  • Balance

Anyone who is around me on a daily basis knows how completely unstable I am. Happy? Sad? Confident? Annoyed? Self-Loathing? Hungry? Full? Anxious? I would love to be able to balance my emotions with my life.


  • To Live Happily Ever After

You know that whole white picket fence, two kids, a dog and cat concept? Yeah, I’m that naive… I have this dream of having kids, and a husband, and a house, and a job I love, and being super mom and wife, and still maintaining my sense of self…

8 Fears


8 Fears

  • Never being able to carry children

My lady times have never been  regular. When I was younger, I would get hospitalized for the pain. Even on birth control, I was never fully regulated. I found out I have PCOS. Women with this ayndrome have an increased chance of infertility. Unfortunately, miscarriages are more prevalent then I’d like them to be in my family. That, along with those statistics of infertility, scares the crap out of me…

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Losing any family member is never easy, but losing your best friend is just as hard. What happens when that family member is your best friend? Just the thought is crippling to me.

  • Losing Beauty

I faced it… It sucked…

  • Gaining weight

I remember how I felt when I was overweight. I remember how much work it took for me to lose it. I remember how much work I had to do to bounce back from anorexia. I NEVER want to have to do any of that ever again!


  • Hurting others

Even the stupidest, unintentional thing such as stepping on your toe, gets to me! It eats away at me! To the point that I can’t sleep. I hate knowing that I hurt you in anyway.

  • Aging

Aging has its pros and cons. I learn more every year, I make more memories with my loved ones… There are tons of great things about getting older. What I fear is the loss that is inevitable. The past few years, I’ve noticed how many people have pasted away, I’ve paid more attention to the declining health of family and friends… It breaks my heart. I’m terrified to think that one day, I’ll look around and realize my friends and family have passed… I guess I’m afraid of the pain, physical and emotional, that could possibly occur.

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  • Losing my Drive

The other day, Barry said to me, “More projects have been completed in this house since you moved in a month ago, than in the past three years that I’ve lived here.” That feeling of being too tired to work out, gives me a glimpse of this fear. Jumping out of any airplane for my birthday assures me I still have plenty of drive left. I guess I just don’t want to lose that impulse, excitement, thirst for knowledge, or spunk that keeps me going everyday.

  • Fear

Its a little ironic that my final fear, is fear… Just the concept, the idea that something can scare me, make me second guess, make or break… Well, I guess thats both a good and a bad thing… or else society might really be in the shitter…

9 Loves

This is Day 2 of the Challenge… Yesterday, I really had to think. I’m liking this “get to know yourself” thing…


9 Loves…

  • My family

My family is diverse, to say the least. One side is very small, and very Italian. The other is large, ever multiplying, a little ghetto and trashy, a little upscale an educated, a little not so much, and just completely insane.  But I love them. I was blessed with fantastic grandparents, who taught me sooo much! And was blessed to have an interesting childhood that shaped who I am today.


  • Music

I mentioned yesterday how music is what grounds me. It was my first love. I don’t know where I’d be without it!

  • Philanthropy

Nothing brings more pleasure than seeing something I worked on, make another person smile. I think thats why I got into nursing. I love helping others. Even just cooking dinner for Barry, or breakfast for Pops, feels great. In high school, I was part of a club called the HUG Club (Helping the Underprivileged Globally). We became very involved with an organization called “Invisible Children.” Ever since, its been a dream to travel to Uganda and help the children.

  • Cooking

Obviously!! Have you even read this blog??? HAHAH

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  • My friends

It must be a “Maggie” thing. I’ve know one Maggie since we were 4. We went K through 8th grade together, then lost touch in high school, but somehow found our way back to each other over the years, and now we live together. My other Maggie, I met freshman year of high school. She’s been my everything. She put up with all the BS from the eating disorder. She never pushed me away when I argued that there was nothing wrong with me. They both came to my rescue when home life wasn’t the greatest, or when my depression was getting worse. These are true friends.


  • Beauty

My babygirl… Losing her was one of my the hardest things to face. In fact, I went into a zombie state for a few weeks. I remember driving home from work one day and calling Barry asking him if Beauty had really died. I was completely serious. I felt delusional, like I was dreaming…

  • Oreos and Peanut Butter

I just can’t help it. Its a magical combination that combines my craving for sweet, salty, chocolate, crunchy, and all things cookie into one!

  • Accomplishment

I love the feeling of accomplishment. Working hard for a goal or cause and seeing everything come together is an amazing feeling. I felt that way when I lost my weight (the healthy way) and when I graduated nursing school, when I made a shot during my basketball games. I love those feelings of pride!

  • Laughing

Humor gets us through life. Bottom line. There is no better feeling than laughing through pain, anger, an actual joke, through a workout, through your 16 hour shift at work… Smile and laugh… just do it… you’ll thank me.

It was so much harder coming up with 9 Loves than I expected!



The last time I began a series, it also was inspired by Julie (please refer to the Crock Pot Challenge). She found this interesting thing posted on Pintrest. (I refuse to join Pintrest, as I know I have an addictive personality).


Since my days have consisted of work, eat, and sleep, and there has been a serious lack of blogging, I can feel the stress and anxiety creeping up on me! I figured this would be a great way to re-initiate my blogging, a way for you to get to know me better, and a way for me to get to know you by your comments!

So here it goes…

10 Secrets about me… 

(in absolutely no order)

  • Despite my love for everything Sicilian, I’m a sucker for blue eyes.

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I just can’t help it. My first love, God help me, was Nick Carter, of the Backstreet Boys. All throughout high school and college I always had a thing for a good friend of mine, who, of course, had beautiful blue eyes. Even some of the people I work with and care for, despite being with Barry, make me weak in the knees, SOLEY because blue eyes.

  • I would not be able to survive without music.

WP_002129Music has always been a part of me, thanks to my dad. MY first memory of music involves dad an I dancing around the den, at home, to a cassette of Locomotion, by Grand Funk Railroad. Music is such a passion of my dad and I that we even got matching treble clef tattoos. I grew up singing, and as my feelings and vocabulary and my taste in music broadened, I began writing my own songs. To this day, I still write and constantly sing. I think maybe thats why blogging comes so naturally… I love fining my old lyrics, though, and flashing back to the time I wrote them, remembering the circumstances… Music has and always will be my connection to life and to myself. If I lost music, I’d loose myself.

  • My eating disorders are, and continue to be, the hardest thing I live with, everyday.

Just from reading the blog, you can tell the mass roller coaster of emotions my body and mind go through. Everyday is a struggle to eat, or control what I eat, how much I eat, can I work it off, when will I work it off, should I throw it up, what will I look like… Every day I argue with myself. Everyday I face the fear of going back to where I began. Its terrifying.

  • My breasts, legs, lips, and eyes are my favorite features.122_9833110227_160_n

Being a heavy girl for majority of my life, big boobs were pretty much the only thing I had to work with. In fact, my nickname was “Tits.” If I had a nickle for every time someone told me to cover up my cleavage, I’d be rich girl. When I starting running, my legs began to get tone, and I love them now! I’ve always been told I was a “cute girl” or had a “pretty face,” which is basically what you say to any chubby girl, so not to completely derail their self confidence.  But I have always loved how dark my brown eyes are, the blue ring that surrounded my iris, when I was younger, and the definition of my lips.

  • Despite my constant preaching to others about loving themselves, I have the hardest time loving myself.

I believe women are beautiful. I believe that the power to love yourself for everything you are, should be a priority. (Its why I adore the Vagina Monologues. I love myself more during those few weeks, than I do throughout the rest of the year.) I believe that we live in a society where being yourself, just is not good enough. You need to be better than you are. This is not just referring to physical features, but to academics, friendships, clothing, careers. There’s nothing wrong with a little competition in life, especially against yourself; and God know’s how great it feels to push yourself and then celebrate that accomplishment… but when does that become too much. I love myself, but I’m disgusted, too. Just like many men and women, I dwell on my negatives, rather than exploiting my positives. I have accomplished a weight loss of over 100 pounds before my eating disorder began. What an amazing accomplishment! But now that I’m at a healthy weight, I still can’t look at my stomach without complete disgust.

  • I realized I wanted to be a nurse when my grandmother got sick, when I was in high school.

I am the only female in my family. I had a special relationship with my grandmother for that reason alone. She taught me how to crochet, cook, and bake, and even taught me some Italian. As her health began to decline, towards the end of my junior year of high school, I took the role of helping her dress and bathe, cook, paint her nails…. People would say, “You’re really good at that. Have you thought about nursing?” I began to hear it enough, that I contemplated the concept. I’ve always loved helping others, and I am good at this, the body fascinates me… The more I thought about it, the more I was intrigued. When my grandmother finally passed my senior year, the people I remembered the most were her nurses, not her doctors or specialists. When I cried, it was the nurse that comforted me… I want to be that memory for others….


  • Up until I found my love for nursing, I had every intention of becoming an astronomer.

I loved and still love astronomy. NASA’s website was bookmarked on my computer, as was the AFROTC space aeronautical program. My specialty is black holes. I’ve done soooo much research and have actually written papers, on black holes.

  • I believed in Santa Claus until I was 11, and was furious at my parents for lying to me for 11 years. (I still believe in Santa Claus.)

I remember sitting at a diner with my parents at lunch, and telling them how I argued with a boy at school about Santa Claus. “He’s lying, right?” My parents looked at each other and then at me. I was pissed! “You lied to me for 11 years!!!!,” I yelled. I still believe in Santa. I believe in his magic, his spirit, and the joy of giving without receiving.

  • I flirt with everyone, unintentionally.

I’m a bubbly person. I smile at everyone. I believe that smiles are contagious. I was raised to “Kill them with kindness.” I just can’t help it!

  • If I could eat every cookie in the world, I would.

Just call me the cookie monster. I love them. I adore them! They are my weakness! Its actually really bad. Like alcoholics are with alcohol, I am with cookies. Especially Oreos! Its such a problem, that I actually refuse to buy them or bring them in the house because its such a terrible temptation! MMMM Oreos…….


Everything is Better With Bacon

While mindless cruising the internet one night, Barry and I found a picture of a cinnamon roll with bacon in it… Yeah baby! I made these for breakfast the other day and served them with eggs to Barry and Dad. Dad, then took a baggie of them to work for a snack .


Sweet Bacon Rolls

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  • 1 pkg Pillsbury Crescent Rolls
  • 2 Tbsp unsweetened applesauce
  • 1/4 tsp cinnamon
  • 1/2 Tbsp Splenda brown sugar
  • 1 tsp granulated Splenda
  • 8 slices of Thin & Crispy Turkey Bacon (Butterball)

Preheat over to 350 F. Lay out a piece of plastic/saran wrap. Roll the crescent roll pieces out and pinch together the seems to create 1 large rectangle. Cover the dough with another piece of wrap and proceed to rollover it with a rolling pin or can, to make the dough seamless and to thin it out. Make sure you roll out the dough so a slice of bacon can perfectly lie across it. Remove the top plastic wrap.

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Combine the cinnamon, applesauce, and two Splenda blends. Brush the sweet paste over your rolled-out dough, to reach all the edges. Lay the bacon evenly spaced over the paste-covered dough. Begin to roll the dough up. I find the bottom layer of plastic wrap, really helps to evenly roll the dough. Slice the log into 8 pieces and arrange on a parchment paper-covered baking sheet. Bake for about 20 minutes, and enjoy!

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Nutrition: (1 roll)

Calories: 123, Fat: 7.3g, Sat. Fat: 2.4g, Cholesterol: 7.1mg, Sodium: 310mg, Carbs: 12.3g, Fiber: 0g, Sugars: 4.1g, Protein: 2.5g

They were so buttery and tasty and went perfectly with eggs! I would most definitely suggest this for a bunch, a light on the go breakfast/snack, or to pair with eggs, like we did.

WP_005777There is just something so classic and addicting about the salty bacon and the sweetness from the applesauce and cinnamon.

We had one left that I left on the counter, before running a few errands. It mysteriously disappeared, but the wrapper magically appeared next to someone’s bed and a paw print was found at the scene of the crime…. Apparently Labs like these roll, too!