How I Met Your Mother Series Finale – My New Ending

How I Met Your Mother has been a staple show in our household for the past nine years. My husband and I stumbled upon the show early on in the first season and we were instantly hooked. We have literally grown up with this show. We met the same year it started, we got engaged, got married, had a child – and this show was right there for us, every Monday, like an old friend.

After watching the Series Finale last night, I feel lost. Not only has one of my favorite shows ended, but as many of you would agree, I feel jilted and upset at the ending we witnessed.

Stop reading if you haven’t watched yet. SPOILERS.

First of all, my favorite part about this show is the undying friendship, the love, this group of people have always felt for each other. I want to have friends like that. I want to go to MacLaren’s and have a drink. They made it through so many obstacles, and despite five very different personalities, there was no doubt that Marshall, Lily, Robin, Ted, and Barney were in it for the long haul. Yet in the finale, we find out quickly that everyone basically fell apart. They lost touch, they became distant. Unrealistic to me. These people spent so much of their adult lives together. I don’t believe they would let these precious relationships die. It almost invalidated the entire show, the central theme. And haven’t we seen numerous clips into the future with the group together (college reunion, Lily and Robin in the hats drinking the wine, etc.)

This entire season we’ve spent our time at the wedding weekend of our beloved Robin and Barney, a couple I have been rooting for – for a LONG time. And I have LOVED this season, every single episode. We witnessed the evolution of Barney (or so we THOUGHT). We watched him finally realize that this was it, Robin was the girl. These two were perfect for one another. Robin with her tough exterior and “bro” like mentality, and Barney with his need to be with a woman like Robin, someone to keep him in line, but someone who he could still be Barney with. I mean he got rid of the Playbook for her, really? Then in the first 20 minutes we find out they lasted a measly three years and just gave up??? Just because Robin became successful and traveled the world? What a joke!

We witnessed Ted finally letting Robin go (or so we THOUGHT), realizing that she would always be a part of his life, but he wasn’t in love with her anymore.

And why the hell was Josh Radnor narrating and not Bob Saget? Another strange twist.

Marshall and Lily have always been my ideal couple, but I HATE that they left the apartment. Why did we have to see our favorite place empty? Just rip out my heart and stomp on it, writers! They could have at least celebrated inside, hung up the Intervention sign, watched some Robin Sparkles videos, anything, to bring us back to the good old days. Why not a party with some of our old favorites? The Doppelgangers, James Van Der Beek, anyone!!

Barney. A perfect month, getting number 31 pregnant? Way to take all we loved about Barney and ruin it for us. We all knew deep down he was a good guy, and then we turn him into a further womanizer, randomly getting a girl pregnant (whom we never even meet, they could have at least found love). Neil Patrick Harris did have an awesome scene with his little girl, which I loved, but I don’t like the way Barney was ultimately represented.

As for our mother character, Tracy, don’t even get me started. We wait nine seasons to meet her. We wait with bated breath each episode, gathering clues over the past nine years, getting excited when the clues make sense, when we can tie it all together, and then we literally have less than 15 minutes of screen time with her when it matters.

Tracy had been an integral part in each of the gang’s lives before finding Ted, meeting each and every one, and offering them advice, and Ted never even got to realize that. I wanted him to have that moment, to see that each of his best friends (even Robin) had been affected by this mystery woman, his future.

And there’s no way that Ted and Tracy would have two kids and wait five years before actually tying the knot. Getting married, finding the one, that was Ted’s main goal in life. I hated that his traditional and ultra-romantic life suddenly became non-traditional and all over the place. That’s not our Ted. Oh, and let’s have us finally fall in love with Tracy, and then let’s tell us that she DIED. So Ted spent most of his life looking for the one, and gets like what, 10 years with her??

And his kids seem way too anxious for him to go find Aunt Robin. And six years later? If you’re going to take us in that direction, I don’t think Ted would have waited THAT long. And if we had to go down that road, couldn’t we have at least seen him talk to her, and see the moment. See the two of them become something, see a little of their future?

And are we just to assume that Robin never got married? Robin was just still beautiful and perfect and single and waiting for Ted all this time? I wasn’t invested in Robin and Ted anymore. I was invested in Tracy. We all were.

Everything felt rushed, everything felt cold, everything felt wrong. I will have nothing but love for this show though, because every single episode and season leading up to this, was fantastic.

Here’s the ending – my way:

Tracy and Ted meet at the wedding and of course, instantly fall in love. They get engaged and are married within a year. They still have their two kids, but they grow old and gray together with all their best friends around them. Tracy is a music teacher and Ted a very successful architect. The yellow umbrella is hanging on their wall inside a picture frame.

Robin and Barney stay together, adopt a few children, and start a business together “Bro” cast news. Robin as the anchor, Barney as – well whatever Barney does. His signature sign off – Stinson out.

Marshmallow and Lily-pad go to Rome, but come home to New York. They still live in the apartment, and have a rooftop deck party every year that’s LEGEN – wait for it – DARY. Marshall is a judge, and Lily illustrates children’s books. They still have the gang over every year for Thanksgiving, and you know another slap bet will be brewing soon.

The last scene is far into the future, the gang is at MacLaren’s having a beer. When Marshall turns to the young kids (a scene they totally could have done more with) he says, “You know what happened in this bar? Looks back at the gang, nods, looks back and says…Everything.”


Whether it’s a show or not, we felt like we were best friends with Marshall, Lily, Ted, Robin, and Barney. I will miss them. I’m sure we all will. So in honor of them right now, and a kick-ass nine years – “self-five!”

I want to know what you thought of the show, please comment!!!

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When Staples Become Paperclips (not what you think)

In one of my strange 3 am wake up sessions, I wrote this blog in my head while trying to get back to sleep. I was thinking about a show I watched earlier and one of the characters saying that a certain person had been a “staple” in their lives, and I came up with this crazy office supply analogy of how people and things can go from staples to paperclips.
Let me try to explain this…

When you think of a staple, you think of a couple of facts. 1. They hold things together, or fasten something in place. 2. They are strong and very reliable. They do their job 99% of the time. 3. They are usually permanent, and it takes a great effort to remove them, barely ever escaping without leaving a tear in the paper.

“Staples” in our lives can consist of many things. Friends, family, an addiction (good or bad), the list goes on and on. For sake of the blog, let’s stick with people. Just like staples, these folks hold things together, they are supportive of us, strong, reliable. You know you can call them in the middle of the night, and they will do their job of piecing you back together. And hopefully, they are permanent. If they do exit our lives for whatever reason, it will leave a scar. Just like the tear in the paper, this tear will be in our hearts.

These “staples” – well sometimes they become “paperclips.” Now what do we think about when we think of those little buggers. 1. They are flimsy and bend easily. 2. They get caught on things, papers get separated. 3. They are not reliable and we use them with caution, knowing full-well that they fail at their job, most of the time.

When people enter into the paperclip realm, it means we have lost the “connection.” The fastening together. They become distant, unreliable. They often don’t help us keep it together, maybe not even knowing what is happening in our lives. And we don’t feel the safety and support from them that we need. But a good thing about paperclips, they come off easily. Our papers (our hearts) are rarely torn when these are removed. You know why? Because they probably weren’t the right fit in the first place.

As years go by and people change, you will figure out who your staples are. And as for your paperclips, eventually, you will separate, but you will be okay. Pay attention to those staples and appreciate the reliable people in your life. We meet everyone for a reason. So whether they are there for one moment, or there for them all, it was meant to happen that way.

To all my staples: I love you all so much. :) You know who you are.

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“Inside” the inside joke

We all have them. We all love/hate them. We love them if we a part of them, we hate them if we’re not.

You know how it goes. You’re with an old friend, and the memories start flying and the jokes start coming. You can actually see the annoyed faces of the “outsiders” who weren’t there. Rolling their eyes as you lay on the floor with laughter. “You HAD to be there,” barely escaping your lips as you hiccup in hysterics.

Why do we love these little inside jokes so much? Because we are human, and we want to feel special, and when we have something like this with someone, or a group of people, we feel accepted, important, and like we fit in.

Inside jokes usually stem from some of the best times/events of our lives, as well. I know I can call my girl Vicky and say “I’m sad because I’m flying,” and she will burst out into laughter. No one else would understand. And that’s just fine by us. If you know what this sentence means, please comment. I would love to know how many of you know what that’s from…

If I’m with my best friends and we’ve all just grabbed a drink and I look around making sure no one takes a sip, they all know why. We’ve been doing a certain toast for the past 12 years, and it’s bad luck if we don’t say it before that first drink. And after the toast, we even say the people’s names that aren’t there, paying homage to all our gals, near and far. If you know me, you know this toast. And you know that Bon Jovi is part of the context. Rock on. (This toast gets more eye rolls than anything.)

Inside jokes never die. They can take you out of an awkward situation, like seeing someone from high school you haven’t seen in years, and you can’t think of much to say. Just start off “remember when…” and you’ll be laughing in no time.

Memories and bonding are two amazingly important elements for most people. We all want to have a bank in our heads, to which we can withdraw or deposit memories. And we want access to them anytime. We also want to be able to relive them, and share them with the people who mean the most.

And bonding, well how good does it feel when you meet a new person and you instantly click? There’s really nothing better. Except the best feeling in the world, which is being in good company. Being with the people you’ve known for what seems like a lifetime, the ones that have your back, love you for you, would do anything for you, support you…and they are the ones to which the inside joke bank is overflowing.

Inside jokes make life a little easier. They take us back. They connect us. They make us smile. So call or text someone today with something only they would understand. It will brighten their day, and you’ll remember how lucky you are to have such awesome people with which to share this journey of life.

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From 1 to 7… my journey thus far

Three years ago, terrified, I left my corporate good-paying job to stay home with my then 4 month old son (who was in need of lots of care after his premature birth) and I had ONE client. My former employees were amazing and gave me the opportunity to continue my marketing and social media job from home, something I am still doing to this day.

Today, I was making an Excel sheet for taxes and I realized that my little one client business has grown to seven. I work for folks in three different states, handle everything from ghostwriting, resume writing, and web content, to social media, video editing, and email campaigns, and my life has gone from busy to BUSY.

My son still has therapy twice a week (OT and Speech) and is doing AWESOME. He inspires me everyday. And my husband, there aren’t even words for him. He is always sacrificing his relaxation time to make dinner, give the baby a bath, throw in laundry, whatever he can do to help out.

I’ve realized over these last three years, that weekends no longer exist. I never have a day off, and if I take one off, I’ll pay for it later. And that conference calls at 9 pm or editing at midnight should be expected and embraced.

Sometimes I love the quiet hours of the night, when my boys are asleep, and the only sound is the click-clack of my keys going a mile a minute.

Sure, some days I want to run away. I can’t imagine writing one more thing, or posting any more content, or being creative. But I am truly blessed to live this life, to do exactly what I have wanted to do my whole life, and to be with my son all day, every day.

I do go into the office once a week on Mondays at my old full-time position, and those days are great, too. I miss my little one, miss my morning coffee and breakfast, miss the laptop on my lap sitting on the comfy couch, but it also gives me time to get away. To focus. To appreciate.

This life isn’t easy, it’s different. It’s stressful and lonely at times, but it’s mine.

Thank you to everyone I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with, and to all my future clients. I hope someday to grow that seven to many, many more. Thank you to my family and friends for your continued support. I know my purpose on this Earth.
To love and to write.

To add some lightheartedness to this blog, the entire time I was typing this, my son was grabbing my arm, throwing milk at me, making me turn 15 different songs on the radio, and now he’s pulling me to get up and dance. 


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How Lighting A Match Inspired My Blog Today

Sometimes the fact that I write for a living, and spend so much time making sure I’m creative for everyone else’s posts, that I can’t seem to get into the groove of my own.

I literally started three different blogs today and just kept staring at the blinking cursor a few sentences in. I wasn’t feeling any of them.

I figured I would just start typing, as I often do, and see what happens…

5 minutes go by

I love the smell of matches. I was just looking at the candle I had burning earlier, and was thinking back to the smell when I first lit it. I usually just buy long lighters for my candles, but after venturing into an aisle I’m rarely in at Walmart, I found a box of matches and realized that for 97 cents, it was almost criminal not to buy them.

My son thinks they are amazing, too. One minute it’s a piece of wood, the next, a giant flame. He likes to blow them out, asking for “mo, mo,” which means more in toddler language, amused by such a simple concept.

A match is the quintessential definition of simple. It serves one purpose, it never fails (unless the box side gets gritty), and its shelf life is eternity. They never go bad, you never have to clean them or update them. They are just there, ready to go, whenever you are.

If you’re like me, you probably have an old matchbox from some random restaurant or wedding long ago in your purse. I don’t smoke, and can’t think of a time I would need a match out in the world, but I guess if I get lost in the wilderness, I’m set.

You know what’s going to happen every time you light a match, which can’t be said for every other appliance, vehicle, computer, phone, etc. you use every day. My Bluetooth in my car connected me to Verizon support for no reason the other day; my laptop decided I needed to update my browser before I could log in to anything this morning; my phone kept freezing when ads came up during my “I’m bored, I’ll waste some time on Flappy Bird,” moment; and my toaster decided that the “bagel” setting meant “burn” today.

But my trusty match will never give me grief. Finding the simple things that work in your life, is key. If a cup of tea and a candle make your night, then make those things happen.

This might not be the most prolific blog I’ve ever done. It’s really quite simple. But just like a match serves its purpose, if you needed five minutes of distraction, to clear your head or refresh, and my blog did that for you, then it’s done its job. Simply.

“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”

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LungLeavin’ Day

As a blogger, I appreciate and cherish every view, comment, and share of my stories, so when I was approached by Cameron Von St. James to share his wife’s story, and the day they created, I was honored.

Cameron wrote:

“Eight years ago, my wife Heather was diagnosed with mesothelioma; a rare cancer that kills most people within 2 years of diagnosis.  She had just given birth to our daughter Lily, and was only given 15 months to live.  After a life saving surgery that included the removal of her left lung, LungLeavin’ Day was born.  On February 2nd, we celebrated 8 years of Heather being cancer free.”

“The purpose of LungLeavin’ Day is to encourage others to face their fears!  Each year, we gather around a fire in our backyard with our friends and family, write our biggest fears on a plate and smash them into the fire.  We celebrate for those who are no longer with us, for those who continue to fight, for those who are currently going through a tough time in their life, and most importantly, we celebrate life!”

I love this story and the whole idea behind the event. We should all learn to face our fears, and even better if we can do it in such a fun and supportive way. Life is too short to worry about anything but being happy and spending time with our loved ones. I’m overjoyed for Heather, Cameron, and their daughter Lily. I’m sending them lots of love and support. Thank you for letting me be a part of your awesome story!

Click here to read more about LungLeavin’ Day. And here to read Cameron’s blog.

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“Let’s Get Together Sometime” – and what happens after

I’ve been thinking about this for a while and had to blog about it. Why the hell, when we become “adults,” does time seem to fly? And as that time flies, we realize we haven’t spent enough moments with some of our favorite people, because we just couldn’t fit it in.

It’s always embarrassing to run into an old friend or colleague and quickly realize it’s been (insert time length here) that you’ve seen them. Especially when it’s years. YEARS?! How could years go by, and you never found the time to get together.

You hug, you chat, you laugh, you remember immediately why you love/not so much love this person and then… there’s the obligatory, usually open-ended, “let’s get together sometime.”

One reason we say this is just as a cop-out. A way to end the conversation, a way to get away, yada, yada, see you later. We know we have no intention, and doubt they do either, of actually getting in touch.


On the other hand, even if both parties really do mean it, and they genuinely would like to catch up, it still usually falls by the wayside until the next chance meeting.

Why? Because no one takes the lead. No one actually checks their schedule to see if they can make something work. No one sends a text, an email, a Facebook message, a Tweet… Lord knows we have ways of getting in touch. Why is this? Is it because we aren’t sure if the other person really meant it? Is it because we really are super busy? I don’t think anyone is THAT busy. There’s always time if you make it.

I know I myself am a culprit of this. I guess life is already so full of to do’s and you can barely find time to get together with family and close friends, that adding more people in, almost becomes a chore. Sometimes I just want to relax, sit on my couch, watch a movie. But you know what, when you DO make the effort, when you DO make the plan, it’s always awesome, and you wonder how the heck you went this long without seeing that person, because they really do make life a little sweeter.

I recently spent a few hours at a kid’s birthday party with two of my best friends I used to work with in my late teenage years, and we had a blast catching up. We made temporary plans for the summer when we are all in town again, and made the overall plan to definitely do better when it comes to updating one another. At least a monthly email, or a text to say hello. I will be doing this and I know they will, too. Because we made a plan. That’s all it takes. A little effort goes a long way.

We come across so many people in our lives, some that are amazing friends to us, even if the relationship is short-lived due to circumstance, but reconnecting with those people is very worth it. And if you really are the true friends you thought you were, time apart will mean nothing. You’ll pick up right where you left off.

So the next time you see someone, don’t just say you want to get together, make a plan. Do it right there and then. Family, friends, and moments make for a fantastic life. Now get to living one! You can binge watch Dexter on your DVR anytime. (thanks Meesh for that ending comment.)

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