I need a [permanent] vacation

"You're almost there!"

2010-02-24T01:03:00.003-05:00

Oh, how many times Kelly looked into my eyes as sweat dripped from my hair and face on Monday repeating those three magical words ... "You're almost there."

As my legs shook and I felt as though I could no longer remain upright, she counted down. "Three ... two ... one!"

Over and over again. I didn't think it would ever end. I'm sure my eyes were pleading with her to make the seconds pass faster. But it didn't work.

My personal trainer is trying to kill me. And I'm paying her to do it.

But you know what? I'm proud of myself for finally going there. I've been in the best shape of my life for the past year or so. But I'm lacking that definition that I've always craved. Now, if all goes well, I'll be where I want to be within the year.

Bikini season, here I come!

Ladies Weekend 2010

2010-02-08T13:57:00.001-05:00

Just look at these girls. We had such a fabulous time, and I'm missing them already! Most of my weekend was spent in snowy, cold Nashville — but what fun we had!

Wherein I realize I've never had much style

2010-01-27T23:48:00.004-05:00

I get fashion mags in the mail. I really do, and I really read them. But not the fashion parts. Really. I enjoy the book reviews and real-life stories of love and war, bad dates and how to decorate your apartment on a budget.

Fashion? It's something I think about only when I encounter a situation such as:

A) Going on a first date (code red fashion alert)
B) Going on vacation (code yellow)
C) Night out with the girls (code orange, simply because boys may be involved at some point)

So, right now, at this very moment I'm at code orange for the first time in a while. I go out with girlfriends fairly regularly, but the typical "girls night out" usually consists of going shopping and then swinging by the Cheesecake Factory for some incredibly fattening food and a strawberry martini.

What can I say? I'm 32, this is fun for me.

But, alas, I do have younger friends. Some of them are 25 and still very much into the whole let's go out and parrrrrrtaaaaaaaay! And by "parrrrrrrtaaaaaaay" I mean in a very mature way. But there's partying going on nonetheless.

So. This leads me to my latest fashion emergency. One that I've not encountered since I was much younger. One that has me a tad freaked out. ....

What does one wear to go dancing?!

I haven't been to a dance club since college. And I don't even want to tell you how long ago that was. I have no idea where to shop for going-out-dancing attire. My primary wardrobe sources are the Gap and Banana Republic. Something tells me wearing a cardigan and trousers won't fly at a club.

I'm lost. Totally and completely lost. And, to be honest, I'm going to feel a little silly anyway, so what the heck. I guess I may as well take a leap and get all primped. But where to start?

I need help. Lots and lots of help.

It's a miracle ...

2010-01-25T12:51:00.002-05:00

Eight months later, and we have a new post. Wow ...

I doubt anyone still has me in their RSS feeds or stops by every so often but if someone is reading this, I am back. More than likely I will be setting up a new blog elsewhere, but when that happens I will share the link here.

Until then, consider this blog officially revived.

Now, where to begin?

Here's a very brief recap of where I've been:

* I'm still enjoying the world of sports. News is my first love, but my move to sports has been a much-needed challenge in my professional life. I am still learning the ropes a year later, but I'm loving it (most days!).

* My father has had some health scares recently, but I think he may finally be on the road to recovery. He has his good days and bad days, of course, however the bad are becoming fewer. I feel for him and it breaks my heart to see my father so fragile, but I still have him in my life — and for that I couldn't be more grateful.

* I've fallen in love ... with being outdoors! I hike whenever humanly possible and road biking has become a part of my life, as well. I've made some wonderful friends who are such motivators, and I truly don't think I could have made it through this past year without them. Hiking been such a release. There's nothing like standing in the middle of the woods without a sound. No cars, no people, no worries. It's magical to me. Cycling has pushed me to take on more than I ever thought I could. Riding is a mental battle, more than physical, for me. And I'm still working on sticking with it even though I may not be as confident as I'd like to be on the roads.

I look forward to writing again. I fear I've regressed a bit, so I need to start reading more and get myself going again in that respect. But I'm definitely back, and I am excited to once again consider myself a blogger!

Twittastic

2009-05-16T16:45:00.005-04:00

I know it's no replacement, but Twitter has sort-of taken the place of blogging for me these days. I'm so sad that I don't have enough time to maintain this site, and in all honesty, I'm seriously thinking about shutting it down altogether.

So much is going on in my world that I can't really blog about at the moment. Maybe not ever. I'm truly excited and happy and hopeful, so it's nothing to be concerned about. I just wish I could write more.

So, with that I'll direct you to my Twitter site. You can search for me under the name Tropicalwonder. Or, scroll down and click on the link at the bottom right of this page. Hope to see you there!

Francis and the Lights

2009-05-06T02:18:00.001-04:00

I can't really pinpoint why I'm so in love with this song, but I am.

The Top (Music Video) from Francis and the Lights on Vimeo.

More of the same

2009-04-16T12:41:00.005-04:00

I'm hoping my life will eventually settle down and I'll have more time to commit to this little space on the internet that I used to love so much.

Lately I've been filling every spare moment with design tutorials and literature. I simply must soak up as much knowledge as possible. I don't generally discuss my professional life here, but most of you know what industry I'm in. And unless you've been hiding under a rock lately, you are well-aware that said industry is not doing exceptionally well. Alhough my particular company seems to be beating the odds, I'm still a wee bit concerned. If worst comes to worst, I'd like to have something to fall back on. So this is where I'm at, plus it's actually helped me in my current position. Hooray!

In the mean time, check out a poster I did for my typography class. I kind of like it.

I'm alive ... and well!

2009-04-03T21:10:00.005-04:00

Holy goodness, it's been a while. Although I've had so much to blog about, I just have not made the time to sit down and write about all the fun/crazy/amazing things I've done over the past few weeks. So, I'm going to attempt to condence a few down, and with the help of some photos, maybe give you the gist of what I've been up to!

First up, I had the distinct pleasure of seeing Pandit Shivkumar Sharma and Zakir Hussain perform at the University of the South in Sewanee, Tenn., last weekend. You've never heard of them? It's OK, because now you have, and you'll be a better person for it. But seriously — check these amazing musicians out. I promise you will be glad you did.

I have had a CD of Zakir Hussain (left, playing the tabla drums) for years, thanks to my friend Mike. I've loved this CD. Listening to the him play the tablas is just spellbinding. But add to it Pandit Shivkumar Sharma playing the santoor, and you've got the most beautiful music I've ever heard. I was floored. I truly hope to have the opportunity to see these masters again. Wow.

On Sunday several of my friends in Atlanta ran in the ING half marathon. I give these awesome guys and girls mad props for their efforts. I, for one, am NOT a runner. I've always hated it, but they're trying their best to get me in some running shoes so I will pound the pavement next time with them. We shall see ...

Mike, John, Anna and Stacey rocked it. First across the finish line was Stacey, followed closely by Anna and John. Mike had a bit of an issue on mile 6. His knee pretty much gave out on him, so walking was the only way to go from there. But, he's training for the Peactree Road Race on July 4, so I'm sure redemption will come soon enough!

There were about 15,000 runners who participated in the marathon and half marathon this year. It was pretty cool to watch them all start the race at 7 a.m. in downtown Atlanta. Boy, was it cold, though!

One last picture — Here's the guy who won the half-marathon. 13.1 miles in just a few minutes over an hour. Amazing.

Hello. I am a bad blogger.

2009-03-18T16:10:00.003-04:00

Motivation just isn't here at the moment. Hopefully it will return soon. Maybe it's because I'm now 32 and no longer feel cool enough to blog.

... Nah, I'm totally cool. That's why I'm guessing I'll be back soon. I think.

Super-amazing-perfect weekend

2009-03-08T23:52:00.004-04:00

I've officially fallen in love with Atlanta.

Years of resistance have proved futile, as much as it pains me to admit. Spending too many hours in the burbs helped create a disdain for most things Atlanta, while loathing the notion of ever transplanting myself from Chattanooga to the city where many friends are found.

But, I have to say that in the last few months a fresh prospective — gleaned from time spent actually in the city — has taken hold. Shame on me for not taking the time to leave the suburbs sooner.

This past weekend was truly fantastic. It all began with lunch at La Fonda (chicken tacos = YUM!), then a stroll through Oakland Cemetery ... a truly beautiful historic site that is practically in downtown Atlanta. Margaret Mitchell is buried there, along with six Georgia governors and golf great Robert T. Jones. Next up was a quick stop into Young Blood Gallery & Boutique. An eclectic shop that features local emerging artists, I loved the idea when I noticed the sign as we drove past. I had to stop, turn around and go in. Lots of cool stuff; too bad I'm on a budget because I could go nuts there.

Next up was a quick rest at Mike's condo and then off to Loca Luna, a tapas restaurant. Every single thing we ordered was fantastic. Add a spectacular Salsa band to the de-lish food and powerful caipirinhas, and you've got a slice a heaven for this girl.

After crashing hard last night, we got up this morning and headed over to Babs, which is quickly becoming my favorite place for Sunday brunch. Besides the you've-died-and-gone-to-heaven menu, the service is better than excellent. They make you feel like you're an old friend coming by for a morning chat. Seriously, these guys know how to treat their customers. Love 'em.

Next up was a little Frisbee-throwing in the park. I haven't even mentioned how PERFECT the weather was. Holy goodness, it was like spring landed in our laps. A t-shirt and blue jeans was too hot, and I couldn't have been happier to break a sweat while running around chasing a Frisbee among lots of other folks who were enjoying the beautiful weather as much as we were.

The weekend was pretty much perfect. These are the times I will always remember, and that makes me happy.

* The photo was taken at Oakland Cemetery.

Well worth a vacation day

2009-03-01T23:28:00.009-05:00

No, this isn't a crime scene. Not a real one, at least. Poor Jerry Garcia's head kind of exploded, but luckily it was just filled with stuffing that resembled his hair and beard. No one was harmed in the explosion, either.

Friday night was spent watching a few crazy folks (attempting to) zoom through a course (pictured above) on tricycles. I had hoped to participate, but finding a used tricycle isn't as easy as one might think ... at the last minute, of course. So the Cockeyed Yak Gang resigned ourselves to being mere spectators. A bummer, indeed, but fun nonetheless!

I don't know this guy, but he wasn't playing. Check out that tongue ... that's concentration!

Mike, rather excited to be there, wanted his picture taken. So, Internets, meet Mike.

I, on the other hand, wasn't as happy about having my picture taken, but was having such a great time that I relinquished my camera for a more recent picture of me. I don't look like I'm about to turn 32, right? ... RIGHT?!?!?

And finally, here's a video ... I'm no professional, so I bear no responsibility for any medical conditions you may acquire due to the intense jostling of the camera. And this was by far the least exciting round, but that's just the way it works when I turn the camera on ... nothing terribly exciting happens.

On a quest

2009-02-26T12:04:00.002-05:00

I need a new eyeliner. Sounds easy enough, but no. I'm picky. I don't like to look like I've got raccoon eyes. But I want to be able to notice an eyeliner's effects without looking as though I'm all painted up. Got it?

So, in the past month I've tried four eyeliners. Each make me mad in their own little way.

Here's a rundown:

1. Almay Intense I-Color: This one was my tried-and-true, never-fail liner. But the past three times I've purchased this product it has crumbled each time I apply it. I don't know if it's a new formula, or if my local stores are stocking out-of-date eyeliner. Regardless, this is what led me to the quest for a new product.

2. Maybelline Line Stylist: One word — OUCH! You have to press so hard to get the eyeliner to apply that it isn't comfortable. No thanks.

3. L'Oreal Pencil Perfect: Too thick. Even when sharpened.

4. L'Oreal 16-hour Infallible: Again, too thick. I looked like I'd used a Crayola as eyeliner.

So, tell me what you use. Or tell me what I'm doing wrong. It could totally be operator-error. At any rate, I need help!

Bump

2009-02-18T00:43:00.001-05:00

Argh! I had to bump that still shot down. Horrible ... HORRIBLE!

I promise the next video blog I post will be more eventful — as in maybe out somewhere showing something other than my mug.

But for now I've got to go to sleep. Lots to do and see tomorrow!

Oooo ... a vlog!

2009-02-17T02:40:00.001-05:00

The most difficult thing ever

2009-02-11T21:04:00.003-05:00

I've touched on it here before. It's silly to most people who know, but very real to me. I want to get over it, but can't seem to make myself just do it.

Flying.

For someone who loves to visit new places as much as I do, you'd think I'd have been on an airplane in the past 25 years.

You'd think ...

But it's been exactly that long: 1984. The year I returned from Japan with my mother after living in Okinawa for nearly two years. It wasn't a memorable flight. Leaving my doll at the Honolulu airport is really the only thing that sticks out at me about that long trip back to the States. I was pretty much devastated.

But I digress ...

The thing is, I've made a commitment of sorts. A good friend of mine moved to Portland, Oregon, a year or so ago. And I've promised to visit. I truly want to. I miss my friend and Portland looks like my kind of city.

The only problem is it's clear I'll need to fly to see her. Now is the time to book, considering flights are being slashed left and right. But I cannot seem to make myself do it. Flying across the country is petrifying to me. And flying across the country ALONE is just downright terrifying.

Besides the fear of crashing (my No. 1 fright) is the fact that I am completely clueless when it comes to check-ins, baggage requirements, security and the host of procedures that come as second nature to seasoned travelers. My fear is that I'd be THAT GIRL who holds up the line because I didn't know the secret handshake at the gate. Never mind the fact that I'd probably take my shoes off at the wrong moment.

Layovers are another thing. Waiting in airports is far worse than waiting in a doctor's office. Panic sets in and the hives pop up ... and that's just when I'm waiting for someone else to land. I can't imagine what I'd be like waiting for my own plane to get there.

(Legal) Drugs clearly are an option. But, flying alone while mildly sedated could only lead to bad things. Wandering around the airport talking mindlessly to complete strangers would make me look like a freak. Maybe. But I'm sure stranger things have happened.

I mentioned this to a few co-workers today only to hear about four or five horror stories involving faulty landing gear, the infamous Hudson River story and turbulence woes.

I'm scared to death, but I've got to face this. I just don't know if I'm ready — as much as I want to be.

Highlight of my day

2009-02-07T19:54:00.002-05:00

Setting: The kitchen at my office
Me: Heating up a Lean Cuisine for dinner
R (male co-worker): Getting ice for his water

Idle chit-chat about the glories of frozen dinners — making note of which ones are the most flavorful and those that taste like cardboard.

Then, the good stuff:

R: You've lost about 10 or 15 pounds, haven't you?
Me (stunned): Um ... Yes, I have!
R: My wife has lost about 15 pounds, so I kind of know how to judge these things lately.
Me: Well, thanks for noticing!

- Scene -

It's the little things that keep me smiling. This was definitely one of 'em.

I have weird friends ...

2009-02-04T00:53:00.002-05:00

... but it's for a good cause.

If you feel compelled to donate, there's a web address at the bottom of the video.

Or, if you want even more entertainment in return for your hard-earned moolah (and are in the Atlanta area at the end of the month) come see me and all the other cool kids race tricycles. It's sure to wow you!

Today's post brought to you by the letter 'e'

2009-02-02T14:39:00.003-05:00

I'm a font freak. I admit it. I have fonts that I loathe ... absolutely despise, shudder at their site and just generally wish would never have been introduced. At the top of that list would probably be Hobo. Ever seen it? It's vile. So vile, in fact, I'll make you google it because it will never show its wretched face on my blog.

A bit extreme? Maybe. But it turns out I'm not alone — not in the least bit. I would totally recommend watching Helvetica, an independent film about, you guessed it: Helvetica, the font.

Why all this talk of fonts? Well, my class this semester is Typography, so I've got typeface on the brain — especially today.

Due tomorrow are six letters. Three in New Century Schoolbook (one of my go-to fonts) and Helvetica (the font [mostly] loved 'round the world). I've got two done, and I must admit I'm over it.

Fontmakers are insane. They have to be. Getting the curves right and ensuring complete symmetry is difficult, and sanity-snatchingly irritating. Add on top of that the fact that it's got to be done in INK, and you've got one nuts-o-rama Stacey on your hands.

I need a strong coffee and a super steady hand. Too bad the two don't mix.

School is back in session ...

2009-01-26T01:24:00.003-05:00

... could you tell?

The course load is going to be a little lighter for me this semester, I believe. But maybe that's just wishful thinking, so I've got my fingers crossed just to be safe.

In between working on my first project for class and work in general, I've been out having fun ... real, live FUN! It's amazing, really.

Said fun includes this past Saturday. I was in Atlanta with my girlfriends Allison, Mary and Monica for a day at The High museum of art. On exhibit is a portion of the terracotta army that was excavated from the underground palace of the first emperor of China. It was truly stunning — a must-see if you live in this area, for sure. We also had dinner at the Cheesecake Factory — and yes, I enjoyed a yummy slice of Snickers cheesecake, splitting it with Monica, so as not to be a big, fat pig alone.

Afterward, Monica and I met up with my friend Mike, who lives in Atlanta, and several of his friends. We went to see live band karaoke, which was surprisingly awesome. I honestly wasn't at all excited about going, but Mike assured me more times that he probably wanted to that it would be so. much. fun. And, he was right. The band was amazing and those brave souls who ventured up on stage in front of the packed crowd were hilarious. They were either really great singers or so incredibly bad that you just had to cheer them on.

So, that's what's up with me lately. Look for another video blog soon. This time, however, I'll be sure to turn my camera the correct way, I promise.

Already in bed, all bundled up

2009-01-17T03:15:00.003-05:00

You know it's cold when a very furry cat makes her way under the covers. Bless her heart. I think we're both ready for warmer temperatures.

Woo hoo!

2009-01-13T01:17:00.003-05:00

Every night when I come home from work I hop on my stationary bike and pedal until I'm about to fall over. Well, not really. But I'm pushing myself more than ever. Ten miles a night - at least - as well as using my little 8 lb. weights every other day to tone my arms up a bit.

I'm down 8 lbs. already ... and it's been about three weeks. Yeah, I'm so excited to be losing weight and firming up, but most of all I cannot believe my energy level. I wake up and I'm truly awake. I go to bed and sleep like a baby. And in between waking and sleeping, I'm happier. So. Much. Happier.

I've heard exercise nuts go on and on about how working out will change your life. These people used to make me want to kick them in the shins. But I think they were on to something all along. Pushing myself through the uncomfortable points has been awesome. I'm so motivated to keep pushing myself and to see how far I can take it.

With that said, I'm registering for the bike ride that Jim has done in the past. The 3 State 3 Mountain Challenge. I'm going to do the 62-mile route this year. Hopefully next year I'll be in good enough shape to go the full 100 miles.

Wish me luck! I'm going to do this, and I'm so excited!

Hmm ...

2009-01-10T22:21:00.002-05:00

As seen yesterday afternoon at a local W-M. I'll leave the captioning to you.

Someone needs to call for the ark

2009-01-08T21:35:00.004-05:00

It's been a bit soggy here in Chattanooga. We got 4 to 5 inches of rain in about a 24-hour period. It doesn't sound like much, but when you're a city surrounded by water to begin with, things can get a bit hairy.

Case in point:

All of these pictures were taken about a tenth of a mile from my house. Luckily I can get out and drive around, but several streets around me are still closed. We're all just hoping the water will recede soon!

Video Blog Attempt No. 1

2009-01-06T18:48:00.002-05:00

Yes, I know I'm sideways, but for those who know me best, it truly fits. Next time I'll make sure to turn my camera the right way before hitting the record button. And I hate, hate, hate the weird expression on my face that's frozen in time before you hit play. That is just wrong.

But alas, here it is. My first video blog ever!

And here I am

2009-01-03T13:23:00.002-05:00

I rang in the new year at work.

Sitting at my desk, I fixed my eyes the on the masses crammed into Times Square as they counted down to 2009 on TV above me. On mute.

As the clock ticked down to zero and the silent cheers erupted, I felt a bit empty inside. I'd been invited to a couple of parties, and not invited to hang out with someone I wanted to be with. Again, I was all alone in a room full of people, bright lights and computer screens on a night where it seemed as though the whole world was celebrating without me. As I let that moment of self-pity flood over me, I felt like a bit of a loser.

Thank God that moment was fleeting.

I'm ready for all that 2009 has to offer. I intend to take advantage of every single chance I get to meet new people, advance my career, learn new things and travel.

I'm a bit excited about my renewed motivation ... it's been a while since I've had this energy. Maybe it's all the exercise I've been fitting into my life. Or maybe I'm just ready, finally, to be fully and completely happy. To take care of myself while still caring for others. To get out there and challenge myself more than I ever have.

So, this is where I am at the start of 2009. I think this is my year. And I hope it's yours, too!

Merry Christmas!

2008-12-23T15:58:00.008-05:00

It's been a pretty cool year here at I Need a [Permanent] Vacation. I have been blessed with so much in 2008, and I feel good things coming in 2009.

I'll be around here and there, but I'm taking this time to soak up the spirit and love of family and friends.

I wish you all nothing but magic and joy during this happy season!

So, until next year, enjoy a few pictures from my trip this past Sunday to the Georgia Aquarium with my pal Mike.

Stacey's gift guide

2008-12-16T18:49:00.007-05:00

As I was trolling the interweb for the perfect gifts this holiday season a few things struck me. And, because I'm a giving kind of person, I decided to share them with you all! I also kinda sorta got the idea from Dooce.

But anyhow, here are a few things that put a smile on my face. And if you're still looking for that gift for the person who has everything, my guess is that they don't have these:

A. Keep Calm and Carry on Poster - I mean, seriously, who doesn't need a little reminder to keep our wits in tact every so often? Goodness knows I do. And this poster would fit perfectly in those little office cubicles we all know and love. A reproduction of a British World War II poster, it's also got historical value, right? Great for the freak-out prone history buff!

B. Porn for Women - I don't usually endorse porn. But this ... this I can live with! Men vacuuming! Men cooking! Men LISTENING! High-quality stuff, if you ask me!

C. Mo's Bacon Bar - What a cool stocking stuffer! They say everything tastes better with bacon, right? Chocolate is already fabulous ... just imagine it even MORE fabulous when combined with the flavors of crisp Applewood smoked bacon and Alder smoked salt. I'd try it.

D. I Listen To Bands That Don't Even Exist Yet t-shirt - We all have that friend. The one who prides himself or herself on knowing who's cool before they make it into the cool category. I actually have several friends who could wear this shirt with pride.

So, there you have it. My last-minute Christmas idea list. So tell me, have you found any unique gifts online? Please share!

Help in the kitchen

2008-12-12T01:55:00.003-05:00

Jim's family's annual soup kitchen party is this Saturday night. So he decided to help me out a bit this year.

Turns out, Jim's an expert noodle slicer. I'm not sure if it was the wine, or if it's just in his blood, but he's got it goin' on.

Hooray!

2008-12-09T23:03:00.003-05:00

It's been a crazy few months, but I can't even tell you all how wonderful life has become.

Thanks to some major encouragement (read: serious prodding) from my good friend Mike, I finally signed up for an art class, as you all know. What I didn't know was how much creativity I had inside me just waiting to come out.

Over the past three months I've had my hands in several media including ink, pastels, scratchboard and acrylics. I've been introduced to some amazing artists, made some true friends and gained the confidence that I, too, can be all artsy-fartsy.

The encouragement of my classmates has been invaluable. We are our own toughest critics, and having them behind me during each critique was such a great confidence-booster.

Now I'm eagarly anticipating next semester, when I'll be taking illustration! I've heard the professor is tough, but I think I'm ready. In fact, I know I am.

Having a challenge that is helping me unlock all the creativity I've kept buried for so long is so exciting. My dream is to one day put my work on exhibit, but for now I'm focused on soaking up as much as I possibly can from my instructors and peers.

So thanks, Mike, for pressing me until I finally registered for class. As much as I've stressed over every little detail, I've loved every minute of it. Well ... except for all that stupid red tape, but you know.

View from my window

2008-12-07T18:02:00.004-05:00

I haven't left my apartment all day because I feel like crap-aroni. However, the sunset tonight made me smile. I bet it was truly beautiful with a full view of the horizon.

Tomorrow is the final exam for my class, which means I'll have a full month without school. Hopefully that will mean I'll be a better blogger. ... Unless, of course, the flu or whatever this is that has a firm grim on my body, doesn't kill me first.

I kinda hope I'll survive.

My life, as of now

2008-11-30T21:50:00.006-05:00

It looks easier than it is, trust me. But this is my interpretation of the color wheel.

Basically, we were asked to come up with a logical design for the primary, secondary and tertiary colors. Then add five shades and five tints. Me, being a moron, opted to do 15 shades and 15 tints. We were only allowed to use the primary colors (red, blue and yellow), so every color from there had to be mixed. Let me tell you, that ain't easy.

Anyhow, this is my workspace. It's a bit messy, kind of like my brain these days!

School's out for the semester on Dec. 8. I'm counting down the days. My brain is a bit fried.

(*Photos taken from my iPhone, so the colors aren't exactly accurately depicted.)

Etsy Christmas

2008-11-21T17:35:00.003-05:00

Merry Christmas.
Thank you, Etsy.

Seriously, this year is going to be at least 50 percent Etsy, when it comes to gifts. How did I shop before this site?

Fo shizzle, Martha

2008-11-18T14:40:00.003-05:00

OK, so I haven't quite had time to blog about all the cool things that are going on, but I couldn't resist a short post on who Martha Stewart's peeps somehow got to appear on her show.

Either Snoop Dogg is going soft on us, or Martha's trying to gangsta her image a bit. What ever it is, this is awesome.

Hanging my head

2008-11-14T17:29:00.003-05:00

I've never gone this long without posting. And I have so much to write about.

My mother and Erroyl were in town a week ago, school still is amazingly hard/fun and I'm so ready for the holidays!

I'm off Sunday and Monday. If I still have any readers out there, look for a post then!

I need a break!

2008-11-03T11:11:00.002-05:00

OK, really, I'm tired and still have tons of stuff to do. I got an extra hour this weekend, but I really needed that to quadruple or even go 10 times over. But it's OK. I'd rather be too busy than bored to tears.

The lack of time has somewhat bummed me out, though. Sign-ups have begun for the third-annual holiday ornament swap (sign up here), and I don't think I'm going to have the time this year! I had told myself I'd work on one ornament a week, but that hasn't happened. My fun little Christmas tradition only lasted two years. Grr ...

My mother and her husband come into town on Wednesday, so I'm trying to think up a bunch of fun things for us to do. My brain is a bit overwhelmed at the moment, so all I've come up with is going out to dinner. Ha! Surely there's something more than eating!

OK, have to get ready for class!

Note to self:

2008-10-27T18:28:00.003-04:00

Wearing a deep red shirt on a day when your face has decided to break out as though you're back in ninth grade is not such a good idea. ... Unless you want the whole world to notice, of course.

Doing the art thing

2008-10-22T15:57:00.002-04:00

Have you ever heard of scratchboard? I hadn't until I got the most recent assignment for my design class.

Basically, you can use just about anything sharp to scratch out a design on the board, which is made up of white clay covered in india ink. It starts out completely black, and when you make your scratches, the white emerges. Pretty cool, really.

So, being the crazy cat lady that I've apparently become, I decided to do a portrait of Anna. I'm so happy with the result, so I thought I would share!

Advertising at its best

2008-10-18T15:06:00.004-04:00

* Lose that belly fat!
* Over 30? Single?
* Stretch marks be gone!
* Oprah's berry diet.
* Laser hair removal - kiss your razor goodbye!
* Drop 3 dress sizes!

......

Seriously?

Yes, I'm 31. No, I'm not a hairy, stretch-mark laden, fatty of a couch potato who can't get a date without the help of an online service that caters to the "over 30" crowd.

However, I think Facebook would beg to differ.

I understand the pains advertisers go through to target their audiences, but good grief!

Yes I'm kind of kidding, but I'm also kind of tired of these lame-o ads. The straw that broke the camel's back was the over-30 singles ad. The woman pictured had to be in her 50s or 60s.

Humph. I'm not old. I refuse to believe I'm getting old. And I will never click on those dadgum ads.

......

And now I'm stepping down from my soapbox.

Meet Lizzie

2008-10-13T14:46:00.002-04:00

This poor little thing was trapped in a plastic bucket on my balcony this afternoon.

While I was outside trimming my plants back, I kept hearing something flitting around inside the bucket. I peeked inside to see this grey little lizard woefully staring up at me.

So, I tipped the bucket to its side and waited. ...

... Nothing.

I waited a little longer, and still northing.

Finally, I tipped it so much that she (or he) came sliding out — looking a bit mystified. These things normally run as fast as they can away from me. But this one just stood there, slowly changing from grey to green before moseying away casually.

But not before allowing me to take a few super close-up pictures. I guess she figured it was the least she could do after I'd saved her life. (Or so I'd like to think!)

I just couldn't help myself

2008-10-05T16:27:00.003-04:00

I tried on the brown ones first.

"Perfect," I thought. They'll go with just about anything paired with jeans.

I was proud of myself. My intention in going into that particular store was to buy a pair of nice winter shoes, and I'd found a pair I liked and they weren't extraordinarily expensive. I stuck the box under my arm and pointed myself in the direction of the checkout counter.

Shoe shopping in less than 30 minutes was a task I never thought I could accomplish, but holy cow, I had just done it!

But then, out of the corner of my eye, the cream ones caught my attention.

"Oooooo," I actually said out loud as I walked over to the table they were displayed on. I love cream-colored shoes. Always have, and this particular shoe was in my size.

So I tried them on just to see if they'd make my somewhat large foot look like a boat.

Nope! Another perfect pair.

What to do? What to do?

I tried one color on one foot and the other color on the other foot. And, seriously, I loved both of them equally.

So I did what any rational girl would do, right? I bought both!

Yeah! What they said.

2008-10-04T15:05:00.000-04:00

Grr ...

2008-10-02T17:36:00.002-04:00

I'm completely off my game today. I've got a case of the Mondays, only it's Thursday. And I just can't seem to shake it.

Most of it revolves around the fact that I've gained most of my weight back. I feel like a fat fatty, and shopping this afternoon did nothing but perpetuate that dreadful feeling. It seems like every time I say screw it, I'm going to buy whatever I want to improve my lackluster wardrobe, I can never find a thing. And we all know it's just the opposite when we don't have the money to splurge a bit.

School's stressing me out, but I still love it. I've just got a lot on my mind with that and my dad and work and everything else that grown-ups deal with on a day-to-day basis. Usually I'm quite good at juggling it all. Today, not so much.

I hate days like this. I feel like everyone thinks I'm a wussy girl. And what if they're right? Just one more thing to think about. Fun!

Attack of the surprise spider

2008-09-29T23:07:00.003-04:00

On my way home from a meeting at work this afternoon, I had a bit of a freak-out.

On the freeway.

In rush-hour traffic.

Why, you ask?

Oh, just because a big, FAT spider appeared on my finger!

It went something like this: I'm driving along and I feel something move on my left ring finger. Thinking it was probably a stray hair (I'm always shedding these days), I lightly flicked my hand to shake it free. I felt it move and, thinking I'd nearly dislodged it from my fingers, I flicked it a little harder. Again, I felt it move, but it was still there.

That's when I raised my fingers from the steering wheel and saw it. The guy looked a little something like this:

(Only a LOT meaner and a he was even FURRY!)

That's when the freak-out began.

Frantically flinging my hand all over the place while screaming bloody murder probably looked kind of funny to other drivers around me. I wouldn't know — I was somewhat oblivious of most everything besides the fact that a deadly, venomous spider was latched onto my finger. The thing would not let go!

After about a minute of full-on frantic shaking, the spider went flying — but where, I had no idea. So after a moment of relief, freak-out No. 2 started.

Oh God. A huge spider was on the loose in my car!

I looked everywhere ... on my shoes (which don't fully cover my feet), on the floorboard, on the dashboard, on the console, on the seat next to me, on the window, ON MY LEG!!!

There he was, staring up at me. I jumped, reached for the stack of napkins I keep in my glove box and grabbed the guy without thinking. Not one to squish any kind of bug, I was quite proud of myself for my quick response! Ha.

I balled the napkin up and that was that.

Well, sort of. Now I'm petrified there might be more lurking in my car. Yikes!

Ahhh ...

2008-09-28T12:22:00.003-04:00

It's that time of year again ... finally! My windows are open, Anna appears to be permanently affixed to the window sill and a cool breeze is in the air.

Sweater weather is on its way, and I couldn't be happier! This year I want to enjoy the cheeseball autumn activities for some reason. I think I'll take in a fall festival or two. Carve a pumpkin for Halloween. Go through a corn maze. It all sounds like the thing to do this year.

What are your plans this fall? Are you guys as ready as I am for autumn to stay?

Getting there ...

2008-09-27T11:47:00.004-04:00

The first day that I walked into my class I was so nervous. It had been about eight years since I graduated from my university, and I had no idea what challenges were ahead of me. But I could instantly tell it was going to be different from anything I'd experienced before.

My bachelor's degree is in journalism. So most of my college classes focused on writing, editing or learning about media law, history and so forth. I was at a computer for most of this, banging out story plans, contact lists and finally, a story.

I've always had an interest in design, though. Midway through my journalism school experience, I began to reconsider the career path I'd wanted to follow since junior high. But I pushed it out of my head because, you know, heaven forbid people know I may have had a second thought or two.

My creative outlet at that time was newspaper design (we were allowed to be a bit more creative on the college newspaper level), and that only fueled my desire to learn more about graphic design. So I bought books and taught myself little things here and there. But I'm a person who learns best from others. Teaching myself wasn't working very well at all.

Long story short, I always admired those who can make an idea come to life through visual outlets. Be it paint on a canvas, graphic design or sculpture, I love it all. And that's why I decided to take this class. I wanted to see if I had it in me, too. I'm still not certain that I do, but I'm trying. So I signed up for this class — to be taught by someone who knows his stuff. And, somewhat by surprise, I've learned a lot from my fellow students, who are all too happy to help an ancient 31-year-old through exercises on perspective and dimension.

A couple of you asked that I post my projects. I've been reluctant to do so because I don't think they're fantastic, but I am proud of myself for slogging my way through what my professor so aptly called our class: design boot camp. I'm not going to give up, even though there are artists around me who are far more talented than I'll probably ever be. But you know what? I'm not the worst in the class, either. I'm somewhere in the middle, and right now that's cool with me. I've got room for improvement, and I truly think I can get there. And that's so exciting to this girl.

So I've decided to share a couple pieces of my work. Like I said, I'm not fabulous yet ... but for my first ever art class, I think I'm doing alright. Opinions are totally welcome - I've already been through class critiques on both of these projects.

OK, so this collage was our second project. We were told to create something with a theme. My theme was the progression of the American Dream from our ancestors to now. Basically, what I was trying to convey is the idea that hard work over generations was stressed way back when credit cards and fast cash weren't an option. Today, with the swipe of your American Express card, you can have just about anything your credit will allow for. Anyhow, I used a variety of items in my collage, including an iron star, buttons from an old adding machine, an old post card and photo, string, paint, magazine pages, etc. I think it turned out alright.

Next up is my latest project. We were asked to design a "fantasy chessboard." Basically, we're learning about vanishing points here. Our instructor wanted us to create a chessboard, chess pieces and a "surreal" space around the game board. Because I was craving sweets that day, I opted to title my work "Just Desserts" and went with a sugar-packed theme. We had to do it all in ink, which was rather daunting for me. One slip of the hand, and it could be ruined. Scary thought.

Here it is:

So, that's where I'm at in school these days. Like I said, there is much room for improvement, but I am truly loving every minute of it.

Craaaap!

2008-09-19T23:46:00.002-04:00

I cannot draw. Well, I can draw shapes and add pretty colors to those shapes. But I cannot draw, say, a cat. Or a person. Or a freaking tree for that matter.

And now my professor wants me to design a fantasy chess board. I won't go into the details, but let's just say I'm expected to draw. And do shading. And make it look pretty.

FOR A GRADE!

Panic mode is at full-tilt.

I'm back

2008-09-15T23:52:00.003-04:00

Between my dad's illness, school, work and life in general, this blog has taken a back seat. But I'm truly going to try to write more often.

Dad is recovering from pneumonia, a blood infection and a host of other issues. He's doing better, thank goodness, because there for a few days it was very touch-and-go. Facing a parent's mortality is something no one is prepared for, and I certainly didn't handle my dad's grave situation very well. I was a big, fat wreck for a good week, and I wish I could plop a million dollars in the laps of everyone who listened to me bawl or was the recipient of snippy comments here and there. They really put up with a lot, and I'm so blessed to have true friends and wonderful co-workers.

Now for the bulleted items, because I'm too lazy to think of good transitions from one subject to the next.

* My beat up, old Motorolla flip phone went kaput on Sunday. Darn. The little guy had been sputtering for about six months, so I knew it was going to happen sometime soon. So, I marched myself to the AT&T store with all intentions to NOT buy an iPhone. Silly me. I couldn't resist its allure, and the fact that most of the other phones looked so cheap and flimsy had something to do with paying far more than I ever thought I would spend on a phone, too. But it's absolutely worth it. I'm in love with my phone. And, yes, I may just marry it.

* The season is nearly over, so I had to get in one last trip down the Ocoee River. . Once again, I got stuck in the back of the raft, which is so annoying, but the trip was fun anyway (as you can see by the gleeful expression on my face ... such a dork.). I want a kayak. Badly.

* School is amazing. I love, love, love it. I really think I kicked butt on my last project, and am really enjoying learning so much about art and design. Going to art museums and galleries now will have a whole new meaning to me, which is very cool.

OK, back to work!

Taking a bit of a break

2008-09-06T23:33:00.002-04:00

Hopefully I'll be back soon and all will be OK. In the meantime, I would be forever grateful if you would keep my father in your prayers.

That wonderful kind of crazy

2008-09-04T23:48:00.003-04:00

My life. Yep, it's crazy.
But good crazy, of course.

That's how I've felt lately. And it's been a pretty long time since I could say that I'm thoroughly happy with all aspects of my world.

I'm learning so many new, very cool things in my class. It's so challenging and very scary, but I'm loving it. My newest project is to create a collage from found objects to depict any issue I care to describe through art. I spent nearly two hours in an antique shop this afternoon sorting through all kinds of goodies. And when I walked out with my bag full of fantastic old photographs, postcards and thingamajigs, I'd only spent $6.50. Hooray for that!

Work is nuts lately. Who knew football season could be SO important to the lives of Southerners everywhere. It's crazy. So, I've been overwhelmed with learning all about the teams and lingo ... I don't have it down yet, but I'm getting there.

And I have been going nonstop, added on top of all of this. New friends have kept me super busy, which is wonderful. Girls nights and martini Mondays are too much fun. And plans are being made for a trip to San Francisco next spring!!! I can barely contain myself!

I'm so, so, so tired, though. And I'm still dealing with the insomnia thing, which is not cool. But I'm confident it will all work out at some point. It has to, right?

Lately ...

2008-09-01T01:40:00.002-04:00

So, I'm back in school. And instead of worrying with college-ruled paper, Bic pens and No. 2 pencils, my supplies list has expanded exponentially.

I'd never even heard of a Bristol pad two weeks ago. But now I'm counting on it to get me through this semester ... along with my brand-new Rapidograph pen that I very carefully filled with India ink. Oh, and my new t-square is a life-saver, along with that cutting mat instructor said we "might consider" purchasing. There's vellum, acrylic paint, scratchboards and even more fancy paper coming my way in the near future. It's really a whole new world for this girl.

The course is Design Principles. Silly me thought it would be a lecture class. Nope. I'm sitting in a room with about 15 other students (who are waaay younger than me) filled with not your standard desks, but instead high-standing drafting tables and swivel stools. It's an art class ... and for a lifelong wannabe artist, it's both heaven and hell.

I want my work to be perfect, but I've figured out that's not going to happen. I'm struggling a bit to understand concepts that seem to be old hat to most of my fellow students, who I'm guessing have taken an art class or two. But the exciting thing is that I'm actually learning something new. And, call me a dork, but I actually like school. So this is a welcome challenge.

That's not to say I'm not stressed. Because, oh my goodness, I am! So, wish me luck and say a little prayer for me on Wednesday — my first project is due!

Quickie

2008-08-28T14:56:00.005-04:00

I am crazy busy lately and truly haven't had a spare second to blog. Things have absolutely cranked up at work with the arrival of football season, and if that weren't enough for me, I decided to take a class this semester. (More on that later.)

So, forgive me if I'm not around here much lately. Once I figure out the rhythm of balancing work, school and everything else, hopefully I'll be more more productive in all facets of my life. I hope that happens soon, because I'm about to fall over.

awaaaaake

2008-08-22T02:56:00.004-04:00

It's been my nightly routine over the past few weeks. I get home from work. Pour a glass of wine. Pop in a movie. Relax.

Sometimes I'll watch the same movie twice. That's not like me, but I do it anyway. It's not like I can sleep or anything.

I believe I've watched "Lost in Translation" at least 10 times in the past three weeks or so. I am truly, madly in love with that movie. It's just beautiful.

Then there's my guilty pleasure, "Failure to Launch." You know, the Matthew McConaughey and Sarah Jessica Parker flick? Yeah, that one makes my heart smile. Dorktastic, I know.

I watched "The Family Stone" again a few nights ago. And it made me cry ... again. Why I watch movies that make me cry, I don't know. But they're so good, right?

This whole insomnia thing is both wonderful and terrible. I love coming home late at night from the office and having "me" time. But the mornings come awfully early, and I'm becoming a tad cranky.

Plus, I'm going to run out of movies really soon.

Goodbyes are so hard

2008-08-19T19:19:00.004-04:00

Most of us are lucky enough to have a handful of friends who we love like family. Holidays, weddings and birthdays are all great excuses to get together. But really, no excuse is needed. You know they're right there whenever and for whatever reason. They know you're there, too. Calling any time, night or day, is OK — and that goes without saying.

Allison and I have been friends since seventh grade. That puts our friendship at the ripe-old age of 19. She thought I was cool because I wore Tretron tennis shoes, and I just wished my perm looked as good as hers.

From the first day we met, we were like sisters. We drove our parents crazy giggling all night during sleepovers. And we fought over stupid little things like whose middle name was spelled "correctly:" Mine is L-E-E and hers is L-E-I-G-H.

Her parents became my surrogate parents, and her grandmother treated me as her own grandchild.

During the Blizzard of 1993, which dumped a foot or two of snow on my hometown overnight, I was stuck with Allison's family for the better part of a week. City streets were impassable, and the power was out for several days, so we made our way next door to her grandmother's house because she had a kerosene heater. We huddled around that heat until our skin burned, but we were never really "warm." So we made the best of it by playing games and sledding down the one hill in their backyard.

Her grandmother, a tiny woman with an enormous laugh and an even bigger heart, cooked us dinner each night on that heater. And, much to our delight, she served us vanilla snow for dessert. We were in awe of her ability to make things work despite no power and our dwindling supply of food. But she just shook her head and laughed at us. We hadn't been through the tough times she had known, and thank goodness we probably never would.

Once I was old enough to date, Nannie (pronounced "Neenie" with a thick Southern drawl), dished out advice on men — whether I asked for it or not. She delighted in watching Allison and I smile for photos with our prom dates . And when it was time for us to go to college, she always wanted to be sure we were doing alright.

Her candy dishes were always full and her door was always open for company. I last opened her front door two Sundays ago. It was blazing hot in that house. But she was bundled up under multiple layers of clothes. Lung cancer was running its ugly course.

As usual, Nannie asked about my love life. I told her I was single, and she looked at me with a small smile and said, "You're probably better off without any men. Just make yourself happy."

We talked about my life and my plans for the future. She asked about everything: My career, my family, my car and the last guy I dated.

She was tired. Her usual sassy personality had dwindled a bit. And that big laugh we all loved so much was no longer an option.

Nannie passed away yesterday morning. I think we both knew last Sunday's visit was the last talk we would have. But we never would've said it.

Tomorrow is going to be difficult. Saying goodbye and not hearing her tell me to come by for dinner anytime is going to break my heart.

In a way, we've already said our goodbyes, silently. But I would love to tell Nannie how much I'm going to miss her.

Farm fresh yummy goodness

2008-08-17T21:28:00.003-04:00

For only the third time this season, I actually remembered to stop by the Chattanooga Market this week. And I came home with a bagful of de-lish local produce. You just can't beat it. Yum!

J.C. Penney joins the club

2008-08-11T01:31:00.003-04:00

You know the J.C. Penney commercial that remakes snippets from The Breakfast Club? You've seen it, right?

If you haven't, watch it ... I'll wait.

OK, so last night at dinner several friends and I were discussing this particular commercial. I pointed out, rather matter-of-factly, that the kids who were in the commercial weren't even born when "The Breakfast Club" was made. So why in the world would J.C. Penney choose to make a commercial whose deeper meaning could fly right over their target audience's heads?

Then the moment of clarity came, courtesy of Waide. He's a super-smart copywriter for a major online retailer, and so he totally gets marketing.

He looked at me and said plainly, "Their target marketing audience is those kids' parents. They're the ones who get it."

Oh God. Yet another you're-not-as-young-as-you-think-you-are moment.

Busy Busy Busy Busy Busy

2008-08-08T17:18:00.003-04:00

The week has zipped by, and I'm predicting the next few weeks will also go by so fast that my head will spin. I'm trying to squeeze in blogging, but apparently I'm failing miserably!

Nothing exciting is happening; it's mostly work that's kept me occupied. Oh, and I'm actually utilizing all of my spare moments to make my little felt ornaments for my etsy.com shop that will hopefully open in the next month or so.

I'm trying to think of a name for my shop, so if you guys have any ideas, I would be thrilled to hear them! I want something catchy and perky, but I don't want to limit myself to selling only felt things, so nothing with "felt" in the name.

OK, I have lots of work to do! Have a happy weekend!

Childhood is calling

2008-08-03T18:56:00.003-04:00

I went to summer camp only once when I was a kid. But that one week spent in the middle of nowhere among girls from all over the U.S. has stuck with me tighter than all the glue we used to affix that macaroni to construction paper during our arts and crafts class.

The smell of insect repellent conjures up memories of those long hikes through the flat Illinois woods — where our teenage counselor repeatedly scolded, "Stay on the trail! Your parents will KILL me if I send you home with poison oak!!!" We didn't listen, of course, because there was far too much to see off the beaten path.

A crackling fire transports me back to that night I sat by a warm campfire and enjoyed my first S'mores, chocolate dripping down my white T-shirt. I didn't care because I was eating a little slice of heaven, and besides, what does a little girl know about the pains of stain removal?

Oh, and who could forget one's first encounter with a latrine? How could it be that we didn't have running water for our toilets? Myself as an 8-year-old was quite horrified at the notion of what lurked below me in those stalls. I would hold it until I just about burst — just to avoid the dreaded latrines.

I learned a lot about myself at that camp. For instance, lakes are just not my thing. And I would still put up a holy fight, much like the one I unleashed on an unsuspecting counselor, if someone ever tells me to swim the length of one again.

I also learned that girlfriends are deeply important. Our common bonds unite us on many levels, and knowing that you've got someone who shares in both your joys and pains is more than comforting — it's heart-warmingly magical.

I don't know why I never went back to summer camp. We moved around a lot when I was younger, so I'm guessing it had something to do with never being in one place for long. But I would give just about anything to pack up and head off to camp again.

As dorky as it may seem, sing-a-longs, arts and crafts, nature hikes and S'mores sound like the making of a perfect get-away to me.

Is it just me ...

2008-08-01T12:36:00.004-04:00

... or does this partial lunar eclipse look like a partially eaten Nilla wafer? It may be the diet talkin', but I don't think so.

The partial solar eclipse is seen, pictured through the telescope of the observatory of the University of Applied Science in Kiel, northern Germany, on Friday. (AP Photo/Kieler Planetarium e.V.)

Two days of complete happiness

2008-07-31T14:37:00.003-04:00

If only I were still here! Hiking through the Smokey Mountains was just too beautiful to put into words. How I've lived so close and not made my way up there sooner is pretty shameful.

I'll post more about our trip soon. But for now I have to go to work. ... And after nine days off, I must admit it's pretty difficult to think about sitting still and applying myself to the task at hand!

This girl rocks

2008-07-27T23:30:00.002-04:00

I had the pleasure of getting together with fellow blogger Felicia from Bread, W(h)ine and Cheez this weekend. Oh my goodness, it was SO MUCH FUN! I felt like I'd known her for years.

Girl talk, yummy drinks and lunch just made my day. And to hear that I'm the reason someone began blogging was so incredibly flattering (and pretty darn cool) — especially coming from Felicia, whose blog I've always loved reading.

We're only a couple hours away from each other, so I'm looking forward to enjoying more girl talk and margaritas with this cool girl sometime soon!

But for now, I'm off to Gatlinburg. I'm all packed and ready to leave bright and early Monday morning. Now all I have to do is decide what I want to have airbrushed on a t-shirt because, you know, it's impossible to get out of Gatlinburg without the quintessential redneck garb. Ha!

OK, so it could be worse

2008-07-24T18:29:00.002-04:00

I may smell like Icy Hot, but at least I don't have a patch over my eye.

Poor Jim. He somehow managed to scratch his EYEBALL! Under that patch is one angry eye. I don't think I've ever seen anything that made my own eyes water so much.

But the doctor says it will heal, thank goodness!

I'm pretty much a hot mess

2008-07-22T10:11:00.002-04:00

... An Icy Hot mess, that is.

Once again, I have managed to pinch a nerve in my shoulder. And let me just say that not being able to turn my head to the right is a pain in the neck — literally and figuratively.

Driving is fun, and sitting in any one spot for more than, say, 30 minutes stiffens me up so much that I feel like my entire right side may just crack and fall off. And that would be welcome at this point.

I've resorted to those Icy Hot patches, so now I smell like 80-year-old. It rocks.

Have I mentioned my vacation begins today? I'm hoping this doesn't last longer than a few days. I have so many fun things I want to do and don't have time for this setback!

The rest of the world

2008-07-19T17:59:00.002-04:00

I went out last night. A Friday night. You know, that special day each week when the majority of the working world kicks back because the weekend has begun. Dinner, drinks, conversation and fun are to be had on Friday nights.

I had no idea.

I also had no idea just how busy downtown can be on a weekend night. People pack into bars like sardines. Tables and bar stools are nowhere to be found. And it's impossible to get a drink.

But it's fun, right?

I guess this is yet another sign of me getting old, but I wasn't a fan of nearly getting burned by more than one cigarette. And pushing my way through the crowd to have a look at the bar only to turn right back around and push my way out because there was no room really wasn't much fun, either.

I finally ended up at a sports bar that isn't the best in town, which is why it's generally not busy. But you know, it was good for this girl. I could hear who I was talking with and didn't have to breathe smoke-filled air.

Sometimes I'm happy I work nights and weekends. This is one reason why.

Are you over the whole crazy weekend night thing? (Or are you way cooler than I am? )

Because I've really got nothing

2008-07-14T12:18:00.003-04:00

Bullet posts are never something I'm proud of, but they're necessary sometimes. Particularly when there is nothing exciting going on. And if ever there were a case for bulletted posts, this would be it. Life is somewhat bor-ing right now, but hey - I'm cool with that. So here it goes. This is what I've been up to:

* Best news of the week: I paid off a credit card! Hooray! Not that I've got a huge amount of credit card debt. It's just great to have a zero balance. I think I may just cancel that card altogether. Yes. That's what I'll do.

* Something to look forward to: Gatlinburg trip. A friend of mine knows a family who owns several condos in Gatlinburg, and we've got the deal of all deals - $50 a night! Can you believe that? So, I think in a couple of weeks I'm heading up there to take advantage of my hook-up!

* Work update: I'm still getting the hang of sports. Just when I think I've got something down pat, they stick me into something completely new and I'm thrown off-kilter again. I love my job, but my head always seems to be spinning. But, this is a good thing. I said I wanted a challenge, and that's what I'm getting.

* Apartment life: My neighbors appear to hate me. And it sucks. Long story short - I called the police on them for the first time ever a couple of weeks ago. It was 3 a.m., and their horrid music was still shaking my floors. Now, every time I see the guy who lives below me and all of his friends who have moved into our unit, they give me the evil eye. And last night something was said in my general direction about, "You better watch out, the police might get called." Ugh. I hate it when people are mad at me, but come on! You just do not play your music that loud at 3 a.m. and expect your neighbors to be happy with you.

Pieces of July

2008-07-09T11:30:00.005-04:00

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I stumbled upon Wordle through Boho Girl this morning. I thought it was kind of cool how you plug in your blog's web address and get a cool little sampling of words from your latest posts.

And now I probably should do something productive.

Back to reality

2008-07-08T11:36:00.004-04:00

In a few hours I will make the climb up the stairs and slip into my desk at work. After five days off, I'm not sure that I'll remember just what to do with all those words I'm expected to edit and the blank computer screen that is supposed to be transformed into news pages with stories and pictures.

There's just something about mini-breaks that makes you wish for a world without work, isn't there? Wouldn't it be awesome if, after every five years of work, you were given one full year off? (Paid, of course!)

I would travel the world. And take a photography class. And go to the spa for a facial. God, I need a facial. I would learn to quilt and maybe even crochet. Oh, and I would host dinner parties for my friends and go dancing again. Dancing! It's been so long.

One full year without work is hard to imagine - and I know it's pretty much a pipe dream. But it does seem lovely, doesn't it?

Brought to you by the letter F

2008-07-05T17:08:00.011-04:00

Friends, family, food, fun, fireworks, freakish fish and full-on fear ... all words to describe my Fourth of July. God, it was great (and yes, I mean even the fearful part).

Thrown together at the last minute, Jim and I rounded up a few friends and family members for a cookout/fish fry at the farm. I've decided last-minute gatherings are the best. No huge planning, no worrying with invitations and no fussing over what to serve. Everything worked out perfectly and there was zero stress. Ahh ...

My dad, stepmother and their great-granddaughter, Abby, came up from Rome, Ga. Abby was particularly intrigued with the pond and all the catfish Waide managed to catch.

After enjoying dinner, some Frisbee action, socializing on the porch and soaking in the luxury of a holiday away from work, we decided to head over to Lake Winnie, an amusement park nearby. I mean, what could be more Americana than going to an amusement park on the Fourth of July with thousands of other people?

So Monica, Jim, Waide, Nate, Stephanie and I loaded up and headed out to what some could deem the redneck mecca of the Chattanooga area. Think of a permanent carnival: There are all the games with the cheap prizes, funnel cakes, corndogs, and all the rides your heart could desire.

The park's main roller coaster, The Cannonball, apparently has a pretty big following among wooden track enthusiasts. Although some may argue that it nearly scared the pants off me, I am quite pleased with myself for hopping on pretty much fearlessly. Of course, my fearlessness was quickly squelched upon reaching the top of the first peak. Ahead of me I could see several pretty large climbs and the stomach-in-your-throat feeling that was sure to follow.

I've been told that for the majority of the ride all I did was scream, "Oh my God!! Oh my God!! Oh my God!!" and I'm inclined to believe Jim, Waide and Monica based on my sore throat and raspy voice today. But to be honest, the entire ride is a blur. But I think it was fun.

Have I mentioned I hadn't ridden on a roller coaster since I was 12 or 13?

Next up was the Pirate ship — you know, the ride that looks like a big boat that swings back and forth as it goes higher and higher? Yeah. I handled that one just fine, thankyouverymuch!

Several rides later, it was time for fireworks. The entire park went black and what followed was a patriotic extravaganza complete with Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American" song. A staple of Fourth of July fireworks shows everywhere, from what I've been told.

Finally, as we waited for the crowds to clear, we headed over to the lake in the center of the park.

Check out the freakishly enormous carp that gobble up popcorn from amazed spectators. I wasn't sure exactly what to think of these guys. They pretty much freaked me out.

Just as the night was about to end, I spotted this couple. No caption could do them justice, so I'll leave it at this. Whether you wore pajama bottoms adorned with the stars and stripes to an amusement park, or chose to celebrate the Fourth of July in a more subtle way, I truly hope you had a fabulous holiday.

Ahh ... Time off

2008-07-03T23:37:00.002-04:00

Five days off.
I am so happy.

Here's a rundown of my plans:

* Cookout on the Fourth
* Lounge by the pool
* Frisbee in the park
* Disc golf
* Cook dinner for myself
* Enjoy quality time with my cat (don't laugh)
* Make more fused plastic wallets for possible etsy.com venture
* Catch up with old friends
* RELAX

I wish you all a happy Fourth of July!

If the shoe fits ...

2008-06-30T12:10:00.003-04:00

When I was 7 or 8 years old my mother bought me the first pair of shoes I ever wholeheartedly fell in love with. They screamed LOOK AT ME, I AM SO COOL, and I wore those shoes everywhere — to Girl Scout meetings, out on the bike trails and to church (much to my mother's distress).

I was a tomboy and didn't care that they were boys' shoes. I would have slept in them if I could. They were me, and I rocked those fabulous black-and-white checkered Vans.

Those shoes also gave me ambition. For so long, I had reluctantly answered, "nurse" every time someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. All of my aunts were nurses, and it seemed to be the thing to do in my family. It was my lot in life, and I'd accepted it.

Until those shoes.

In a matter of seconds I had become thoroughly convinced that I would be a "shoe salesperson" when I grew up. I would outfit the world with uber cool black-and-white checkered shoes.

I proudly announced my chosen career path to anyone who would listen ... as I bopped around in my new kicks to illustrate my great taste in footwear. It was my calling, and no one could stop me.

No one. ... That is, until that newspaper reporter visited my seventh-grade journalism class four years later.

In my middle school world he was the definition of hip. I could almost picture him wearing a fedora with his press pass wedged beneath the ribbon. He talked about covering trials, visiting crime scenes and interviewing all sorts of interesting people. His name appeared at the top of every story that MILLIONS of people probably had the pleasure of reading.

That reporter played the role of society's watchdog by fighting injustice with his pen, and that man became my hero over the course of the one-hour class he lead. He challenged us to write every day, to pay attention to the news and to speak out against the wrongs in society.

I was hooked. Anytime I saw a newspaper I read it - front to back. I began paying attention to the evening news, and CNN became my channel of choice. Forget "Beverly Hills 90210," I had a date every evening with Peter Jennings on ABC's "World News Tonight."

When it came time to apply for colleges, I had no problem listing my intended major. My friends struggled to figure out what they wanted to study, but I was firm in my decision. I would be a newspaper reporter, and that was that.

At my university I was the managing editor for our student newspaper. I loved it most days, but the stresses of maintaining a good enough GPA for my scholarship and working what essentially became a full-time job at the paper really wore on me. I chalked it up to everyone's experience in college and, in addition to my other job, accepted a freelance position with the local newspaper covering agriculture. I would win a Pulitzer Prize someday, and it would all be worth it.

After college I took a job covering higher education for a couple of years in South Georgia. I truly loved my job. I learned more than I ever wanted to know about the politics of higher ed., and learned a little about photography as well.

Since then I've had two other jobs in newspapers. There are times when I wish that reporter had never visited my seventh-grade journalism class, and I wonder what I would be doing now had I not gotten bit by the journalism bug. I think I'd be some sort of designer - whether it be graphic design or interior design.

But don't we all wonder where we'd be had someone — or something — not influenced our decision to become what we are today? I like to think so.

Who knows what I'll be doing 10 years from now. Maybe I'll still be in newspapers, but then again maybe I'll be running my own shoe store. You never know when my inner 8-year-old will emerge.

Maybe, just maybe, you'll see me strutting down the street in a pair of black-and-white checkered Vans again.

Not cool

2008-06-25T15:17:00.002-04:00

I always leave my apartment when the exterminator comes. I don't know why, but I just feel funny being there while he's spraying my house as my landlord just stands there. Casual conversation just doesn't work in that situation for me.

So the bug man came today.
And left.
And neglected to lock my door.

I'm not happy.

Someone's another year older!

2008-06-22T23:53:00.008-04:00

With just 15 minutes to spare before his birthday, Jim wheeled his chair over to my desk at work Sunday night at 11:45 and asked, "Are you going to do a birthday blog post about me?"

How could a person refuse that? So yes, Jim, here's your birthday blog post:

Even though you wear bizarre sandals from Greece and don't have any hair, I think you're absolutely fabulous.

You don't take my crap, and although I think you should, at least someone can keep me in line.

You make me happy when skies are grey. ... Wait, that's a song. Scratch that.

Your mad skillz with the Frisbee blow me away.

Your family is amazing, which probably has something to do with why you are so friendly, loving, patient, kind and someone I'm so very grateful to have in my life.

Happy birthday, Jim!!

For the love of all things fattening

2008-06-20T12:05:00.005-04:00

I've been eating like I have somewhere to put all those calories lately. Don't ask, because I don't know what's gotten into me. The thing is, I truly feel hungry - all. the. time.

So when Allison began raving about Rita's, a frozen custard/gelati shop that had just opened near her house in Atlanta, I pretty much grabbed her, plopped her in the car and told her to DRIVE.

This place is fan-freakin'-tastic. I had a gelati with cookies and cream water ice and vanilla custard. Their gelatis aren't like the traditional gelatis I've seen, but dang it - they're fabulous.

At the risk of this blog post sounding like an ad, I'll stop now. And while I'm at it, I think I'll stop eating everything in sight because I'm going to look like I swallowed a barn before it's all over.

Crank up the banjo music

2008-06-17T12:42:00.007-04:00

Saturday: Whitewater rafting on the Ocoee River
Sunday: Riverboat cruise on the Tennessee River

Anyone who knows me could tell you I love the being close to water. And while my weekend wasn't spent at the beach, my time on one river or the other was fantastic.

To celebrate Father's Day, my dad, stepmother, their granddaughter and I went on a dinner cruise on the Southern Belle here in Chattanooga.

Dad's like me — he's most happy when he's watching the world go by on a boat or ship. There's just something about it that we can't seem to get enough of. So the riverboat cruise was the perfect Father's Day gift.

And I had the chance to take some pictures from a different vantage point. So that was a bonus for me. The only problem was the boat was moving, of course, and my little point-and-shoot wasn't thrilled about that. Blurry pictures make me grouchy, but some of them turned out, and I thought I'd share.

Midway through the cruise ... Chattanooga's surrounded by mountains. I really should know which one this is, but I don't.

Chattanooga's riverfront near Ross's Landing. The pointy building in the center is the Tennessee Aquarium.

And finally, we were almost back to the dock here. I really would love to have one of those houseboats. I think I need one, don't you?

So, that was my weekend. And I'm ready to do it all again. Actually, I'm ready to hit the beach now. But I'm thinking that's not going to happen again this year. Hopefully I'll survive!

River rafting

2008-06-15T13:24:00.005-04:00

I spent much of my Saturday on the Ocoee River whitewater rafting with my girls from work. I can't tell you how much fun it was!

It had been ages since I'd gone rafting, but I'm already planning my next trip. And after this weekend, I've decided I want to take kayaking lessons. I can't imagine what a rush it must be to do hit the rapids solo. So, I've got some research to do and some money to start saving!

Fused plastic wallet action

2008-06-14T00:37:00.013-04:00

You've probably got dozens of plastic bags balled up somewhere in a cabinet, drawer or closet, right? Me too. But I'm actually using them now to make cute little credit card holders and change purses. It's so easy, and at the request of Jen, I'm posting a little tutorial. So here it goes!

First, gather 4 or 5 plastic grocery bags. You want the kind that are thin and crunchy. Stay away from those cool, thick Target bags. I learned my lesson this evening. They MELT and get goopy and, well, I won't go into the disappointment it caused me.

Next, cut the handles off the bags. Also, cut the bottoms off.

Completely flatten out the bags once you've cut the handles and bottoms off. Here you see a Target bag. That will change.

I place my bags on top of a kitchen towel that I don't mind getting ink on. If you're fusing bags that have a print, place the printed side face-down.

Next place regular printer paper on top of your bags. Like I mentioned before, I generally use 4 or 5 bags, which means there are 8 to 10 layers.

Set iron to about medium heat. Iron gently over the printer paper being careful not to cause any wrinkles in your plastic bags. I usually iron for about 2 to 3 minutes, making broad strokes.

Once you've thoroughly ironed your bags, they will be fused together. Carefully peal away the printer paper. And cut your plastic into what ever form you want. I don't have a template, or I'd post that here, too.

WARNING: Bag change about to occur

Tada! Fused plastic from new bags cut into desired size for credit card wallet.

Next, I will sew the plastic together using DMC floss and add a button detail.

I used a Velcro piece for the wallet's closure. It also hides the thread from the button detail.

And here is the finished product. Kinda cute. Very durable. And one-of-a-kind.

Retail therapy is a good thing

2008-06-10T12:48:00.004-04:00

I truly love my new sandals. And after the weekend I had, I feel like I deserved a little shopping!

Things are kind up turned upside-down in my little world right now, so forgive me if I seem a bit preoccupied. I don't know how often I'll be posting, but I will be back.

River thinking

2008-06-07T16:14:00.003-04:00

There has always been something soothing about hearing the river's water lapping against its shoreline. And I kind of needed it today.

So I spent a good portion of my afternoon among blue herons keeping watch for their dinner, old fishermen casting their lines into the muddy water and little kids whizzing by on their bicycles without a care in the world.

And I soaked up the beauty of life. It's exactly what I needed. Because life is good - even when it seems a bit unnerving.

Fresh out of ideas

2008-06-06T21:29:00.003-04:00

Really, I have no clue as to what to blog about these days. I've wracked my brain - to no avail. Work has been the only noteworthy thing in my world lately, but who really wants to read about the trouble I've had learning the language of sports. What a snoozer.

So. With that in mind, I'm asking for your ideas. Ask me anything (well ... not anything). If you have suggestions, I'd love to hear 'em. I'm truly all out of ideas.

Uh oh.

2008-06-03T20:09:00.004-04:00

I cleaned out my wallet yesterday. Crammed to capacity with receipts, business cards and other various pieces of paper, it was time to just shred it all.

Apparently, that included all of my cash, too.

Welcome to Chattanooga!

2008-06-02T18:54:00.013-04:00

I had a visitor yesterday who I dragged around Chattanooga in the gross, chilly, wet rain. It was fun, but I was so bummed that the weather was nasty.

So, I went out this afternoon in an attempt to capture some of Chattanooga's finer points, minus the dark skies and constant raindrops. But unfortunately I got stuck in the rain AGAIN after only 20 minutes of shooting.

Here are a few pictures I was able to snap before the sky opened up on me.

View of Veterans Bridge from the Bluff View Art District — one of my favorite places in Chattanooga.
I don't know why, but I really like this sculpture.

I played around with this picture a little. I think I like it.

Because I love ginkgo leaves ...

Another interesting piece in the sculpture garden.

The secret is pretty much out

2008-05-30T00:13:00.003-04:00

Head over to absent.canadian and put two-and-two together. You'll figure it out ... it's not too difficult, I promise.

In other news, I've started my job in Sports. So far I love it. While I'm super stressed because my brain is crammed with sports information I never thought I would know, I still feel I made the right decision in requesting to transfer departments. I love my boss. I love my co-workers. I love the challenge.

Life is good.

Because he doesn't think I will

2008-05-28T21:31:00.003-04:00

Writer's block

2008-05-28T16:19:00.003-04:00

It's been nearly a week since I've posted. I know, I'm a bad blogger.

I have lots to say, but I can't seem to string together the right words or even attempt a meaningful sentence.

That's not to say things are bad. It's quite the opposite, really. I'm kind of on Cloud 9.

I'll post when I come back down to Earth.

Sprout!

2008-05-22T12:45:00.003-04:00

Because my pesky cat loves to wander onto my patio and attempt to taste my flowers, I bought a packet of cat grass seeds the other day. Just three days after planting, I have a zillion sprouts emerging from their container.

Check engine light

2008-05-21T09:02:00.003-04:00

After owning my Volkswagen, car problems don't really phase me too much. I'm used to making the bi-monthly trip to a mechanic and have gotten to know some of the basic parts of a car and how to recognize when they crap out on me.

But, never have I had a car that silently warns me when something's up. Until now. My poor car is trying to tell me there is something wrong, flicking on the check engine light once every couple of months, and sending me into a fit because I'm tired of being told that the Kia mechanic's machine says there's a major evap leak, but that they can't find it.

My car is still under warranty, and that won't last forever. I want to get this "nonissue" resolved before it costs me $70 to have the Kia service center tell me there's nothing wrong and reset things again and again. I'm frustrated and getting a little cranky. And today I get to do it all over again. Oh joy.

So, how's your check engine light? I've talked to several people about this issue, and I've heard a lot of folks who have similar problems.

Some things

2008-05-16T11:33:00.002-04:00

There are some things that I just don't blog.

Work is a biggie
Relationships come in a strong second.
Family matters are also high on the list.

I've always said that if I could bring myself to blog about at least one of those topics, this blog would rock. But, alas, I always hold back - mostly because I've never had a strong urge to divulge my super personal life.

Until recently. But I can't. Well, I could. But I'm torn.

So tell me, do you wrestle with this, too? Or should I just throw my hands in the air and spill it?

Junkie

2008-05-12T12:01:00.002-04:00

I've gone three days without a fix.
My head hurts.
I'm tired.
I need that familiar pick-me-up from my old friend.

Caffeine.

But I'm determined to kick the habit. I've gone cold-turkey, and my goal is to get through a full week. Then maybe another week ... and then maybe I'll reward myself with a tall glass of heaven.

I miss you, Diet Coke.

Easy come, easy go

2008-05-08T00:54:00.004-04:00

I'm old school. I file my taxes and actually mail in the forms.

So this week, while it seems as though everyone around me is getting their tax "rebates" directly deposited into their bank accounts, I'm still pondering what I'll do with mine.

The impractical side of me says to go for it. Spend it like it's on fire. Put it toward that camera my heart has been aching for. Or use it for a new wardrobe - one that includes at least one full-priced item. Heck, forgo the clearance rack altogether. Or maybe I could buy a new bedding set! Or a sleek new iPhone when they come out next month. Yes, that would rock. Good plan.

But then the logical side of me has to be a big, fat buzzkill and pop into the picture. You know that evil credit card that could be paid off? Yeah, that pretty Banana Republic card I decided to apply for because 20 percent off was such a great deal on the $150 I was spending? That could be gone. Sayonara, bye-bye.

And just like that, poof! The credit card wins.

So, tell me, are you going to have fun with your rebate? I hope so!

Stacey + Red Bull = A bad thing

2008-05-07T01:26:00.003-04:00

Never, under any circumstance, would I recommend drinking a 16-oz. can of Red Bull in one sitting. I don't care how alert you need to be.

Four hours ago at work I was about to pass out from from not having slept much at all last night. Now I'm ready to run a marathon.

It's going to be a long night.

Baby skillz 101

2008-05-04T12:27:00.005-04:00

I'm sore today. My left arm is on fire, and my right calf is actually throbbing. But I feel like I accomplished something amazing.

Did I do some kind of bizarre left upper-body workout combined with a right lower-body workout? Nope.

All I did was hold a baby - without moving for 45 minutes straight - in the same position: elbow up, knee balancing a pacifier. It was serious business, trust me.

You see, after a rather stressful 30 minutes at a hair salon in Atlanta in which I felt like the biggest dork for not knowing how to calm a crying 1-month-old (as about five or six other women watched me squirm with nervous smiles on their motherly faces) I was NOT going to disturb the little angel who had FINALLY fallen asleep in my arms.

So there I sat. As still as a statue, and thank goodness he didn't wake up, because I was out of tricks.

If you couldn't tell, I have exactly zero experience with babies. And that's not because I don't love children. I want about 10 of them someday. Well, maybe two. But anyhow, I'm an only child who never grew up around baby cousins or even friends with younger siblings. I didn't babysit, either.

So when Allison journeyed all the way to the back of her salon yesterday, and I looked down at the little guy with a furrowed brow sitting in his carrier, I immediately tried to reason with him.

Me: Please, please don't cry.
Baby: Wait a second, where's my mom??!?
Me: Oh no, your face is turning red. You're not about to cry, are you?
Baby: YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. MOM!
Me: Please, PLEASE don't cry.
Baby: Waaaaaah! Waaaaaah! WAAAH-AAAH-AAAH!!!
Other mothers in waiting area: Awww, bless his heart. He's so cute! Is he wet? Is he hungry? How old is he? Are you his mother? etc. ...
Me: Oh God, I'm in trouble.

After numerous attempts at giving him a pacifier, rocking his carrier, taking him out of the carrier and walking him around the salon, trying to soothe him with quiet pleas, giving him a bottle and goodness knows what else I tried in the midst of my panic, I think he finally wore himself out. I know I was beat.

We eased into a chair and bam! He was out. Praise the Lord.

Forty-five minutes later, Allison emerged with the cutest perky haircut I've ever seen, and much to my gratitude looked down at her sleeping baby and said, "Aw, he looks SO content. Good job!"

Whew.

Next up: Retail therapy at Crate & Barrel, where I bought these:

They're salt and pepper shakers perfect for work! I'm forever searching my desk for little packets of salt and pepper, but now I've got the cutest shakers ever. Made from recycled materials, I thought these little guys were neat-o!

So, I rewarded myself and bought 'em. After all, I deserved it.

It's the weekend!

2008-05-03T11:00:00.002-04:00

... and I'm off - for THREE days!

What am I going to do with myself? Well, I'll tell you. I've got a list because, um, I'm a listmaker.

1. Saturday - I'm about to leave for Atlanta to visit Allison and her new baby. It's mandatory that I get her out of the house, according to her husband (who is out of town on business this weekend). So that's just what I'm going to do. First stop: lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. Second stop: the salon for a haircut (her, not me). Third stop: The mall, because I really want a particular top at the Gap and I'm crossing my fingers they've got my size there (no more mediums at my Gap).

2. Sunday - Purge and organize my place. I helped a friend move last week and was completely in awe of her minimalistic approach to living. Only a few boxes, several pieces of furniture and an hour later she was in her new home. That would not be the case if I were to move. Some things have GOT to go. Why I hang on to old magazines, for example, is beyond me. The recycle center and Goodwill are going to be my BFF's on Sunday.

3. Monday - Learn an appreciation for ZZ Top. (Nah, just kidding) Um, I believe Monday is a certain festive holiday called Cinco de Mayo. And it's also cheap taco night at a local Mexican restaurant. Need I say more?

And that's it. Have a great weekend!

"Carrier"

2008-04-30T13:16:00.003-04:00

Have you guys been watching this show on PBS? "Carrier", which chronicles life aboard the aircraft carrier USS Nimitz, has been on every night after work for the past few days.

And I am addicted.

On a six-month deployment, these guys and girls talk about what it's like spending 12 hours a day busting their butts to keep the ship and airplanes going. So much work - and without the luxury of coming home to their loved ones - or even the comfort of their own beds - at night when their day is done.

It's easy to go about our lives without remembering there are men and women all over the world working to keep us out of harm's way. And while I'm no fan of war, especially this one, I have to say these guys absolutely rock.

I believe the show will be broadcast until May 1, so you still have a couple of days to check it out. It's really worth watching.

Dad update

2008-04-27T22:58:00.003-04:00

Dad and I usually talk a 3 or 4 times a week. This past week we've talked 3 or 4 times a day. And, I'm so happy to report, he's sounding better. Not tons better, but anything at this point is a blessing.

He goes to the doctor tomorrow and is FINALLY going to ask to be referred to a pulmonary specialist. Hopefully he/she will be able to give him the appropriate treatments - even if it does involve the use of oxygen on a regular basis.

Thank you all so much for your thoughts and prayers. They have helped, I know.

Prayers needed ... again

2008-04-25T13:18:00.002-04:00

This time it's serious. My dad is very ill, and he refuses to see a doctor, go to the emergency room or even urgent care.

After smoking for nearly 50 years, his lungs are absolutely wrecked and, combined with chronic asthma, his breathing (on a good day) is terrible. Now he's sick with a pretty bad cold, but to him that's just as serious as pneumonia.

Walking from the counter to the kitchen table is like running a marathon for him. He can't go outside in the heat without getting severely winded. His temperature has ranged from 101-103.

I'm so incredibly scared for him and also very, very, very upset with my stepmother, who is going to Disney World with her granddaughter tomorrow through Wednesday. I am absolutely astonished that she could do this - especially after he nearly died four years ago after a bout similar to this one.

I work all weekend. My dad lives a little over an hour away. I don't know what to do. I just want to go to Rome and make him get in the car and take him to the emergency room. But I know he'll never go.

All prayers and/or advice would be greatly appreciated.

Unexpected guest

2008-04-25T10:39:00.003-04:00

Bleary-eyed, I stumbled to my bathroom this morning half-awake, but fully aware that I had to go.

I turned on the light, flipped up the toilet lid, and gasped so hard that my throat still feels funny. All I could make out was a small gray/green lump on the seat, and before I knew just what it was, I was pretty grossed-out. What in the world was going on?!?

I rubbed my eyes and focused on the unexpected guest who somehow made it into my apartment. A little frog - about as big as the palm of my hand.

After a mad dash to my computer to google how in the world a FROG! could end up on my toilet, I learned this isn't highly unusual. The little guys can get washed into sewers, and viola! They end up in toilets all over the world.

While my curiosity was settled, my stomach was not. I'm not a frog lover. I don't hate 'em, but they're definitely not high on my list of things I want to handle. My mind raced ... how do I get this thing outside without touching it??

After a brief meltdown that involved calling Jim and telling him he had to get over to my apartment stat, I found a shoe box, had another little freak-out at the thought of the frog jumping on me, and finally bucked up. It was just a poor little frog who was probably far more traumatized than I was. So, I scooped him into the shoe box, ran him down my stairs and set him free outside. Then promptly cleaned my toilet like it's never been cleaned before.

I'm just hoping this is an isolated occurrence. I really don't want to be known as the froggy-toilet lady. Has this ever happened to you?

Before & After

2008-04-23T14:00:00.004-04:00

While some people will be posting before and after shots of more fashionable things today ... here's a before and after of my two hours' worth of playing in the dirt!

All I can say is that I'm ashamed, but really ... there wasn't much I could have done to have prevented this disaster.

But check it out! Looks so much better, right? And I even have my very own tomato plant. This is no small thing here ... I've never attempted growing my own produce before. This little guy is specifically meant for patios, so here's hoping he thrives on mine. Cross your fingers!

I'm back. I'm tired.

2008-04-22T23:12:00.004-04:00

D.C. was wonderful, as always. My pictures, on the other hand, turned out terribly. I'm still trying to figure out whether I had my camera on some obscure setting or if I'm just loosing my touch. I'll write more about the trip when I can keep my eyes open for more than an hour at a time. I do not recommend driving from Washington to Chattanooga in one day. While it was only 10 hours, it was 10 hours. On the road. That is just wrong.

Mom's wedding went very well. It was nice to see my family in Virginia, and we all had a great time catching up.

Sorry this post is so second-grade. Hopefully I'll regain my senses soon.

Daughter of the bride

2008-04-16T12:03:00.003-04:00

On Friday my mother is getting married. I really don't have any great attachment to her soon-to-be husband or the idea of this wedding. But I am very happy that she is so excited to have found, as she puts it, "The man of my dreams."

A parent getting married can be a funny thing to wrap your head around. I've seen my mother walk down the aisle once before and, while I was happy for her, I was also a little worried. That time, sadly, my concerns were not unfounded and the marriage was over in little more than a heartbeat. Details spared, the guy was a jerkface who never deserved the company of my mother, let alone her hand in marriage.

This time, however, I'm not worried. I can tell my mother and her fiance are pretty much perfect for each other. They act a lot like high school sweethearts, even two years after they began dating. That's amazing if you ask me, and if anyone deserves true love, it's my mother.

So why am I not overjoyed? I have no idea. I feel guilty about this, and wish I could call her up and discuss every detail with the same excitement I had when my best friend tied the knot. Instead, I find my mind wandering and the urge to ask her to please stop rattling on about all her ooey-gooey, lovie-dovie plans for the future.

Maybe it's because she lives a full day's drive away. Maybe it's because I see her once or twice a year. Maybe it's because she's changed so very much since I left for college. Or maybe it's because I just want my mother to experience the very best life has to offer.

What ever it is, I will put on a smile, welcome her new husband into the family and celebrate with my family Friday evening, all while hoping their story truly does end happily ever after.

After all, I'm not a monster. I'm just the daughter of the bride.

Butter fingers

2008-04-13T13:00:00.003-04:00

So far today I have been awake for one full hour. (Yes, I slept in big time.)

And so far today, everything I've touched has managed to sprout wings and fly out of my hands and onto the floor.

Take, for instance:

* My razor ... while attempting to shave my legs in the shower.
* The lid to my shaving cream ... in the shower.
* The soap ... while trying to balance it and the lid to my shaving cream on on little ledge ... in the shower.
* My deodorant ... while attempting to apply it.
* My spoon ... while I was stirring my breakfast/lunch in the microwave.
* My phone ... while attempting to answer it.

I don't even what to think what the rest of today will be like.

Bought 'em!

2008-04-11T14:40:00.003-04:00

Hooray for comfortable shoes! Now I can trek all over D.C. next weekend without worrying about whether I'll have to enlist someone to carry be back to the metro. Ha!