Hey, dudes. I have some upcoming posts about a recent weekend getaway to Oxford, Mississippi I’ve been working on, but until those are ready (because I’m the procrastinating sort), here’s an update of me just rambling! There are a lot of recent new things I’m digging. One of my student employees has fostered to many time sucking addictions in my life. I owe her for at least two of the items on my list below.
60 Days In–So this is one of those “why did I let my student convince me to get hooked on this show”? Kelly and I have breezed through all the episodes on the A&E app on our Apple TV, and now, we are watching it every Thursday. You can watch the episodes online here. It’s about a corrupt jail that comes up with this program that places seven civilians undercover in the jail to help determine how inmates are smuggling drugs in, etc. It didn’t sound like my bag, but the way my student kept talking about it, I caved and it’s as good as she promised. I can’t wait to watch tomorrow’s episode. Want to make this show even better? Watch the episode while scrolling through twitter #60DaysIn as people live tweet it. You will laugh so hard.
Miitomo–This is the other addiction the student started me on which is an app on my iPhone wherein you get to make a cute character and answer questions about yourself and learn things about your friends. You can dress them in different clothes, and the highlight of my week was when I bought little Cash Money (my Mii character) a cat suit. Dream come true! Yes, I’m an adult that still plays video games, but when you don’t have kids, you get to do that sort of thing. Children are entirely overrated. All the moneys and all the time=all mine!
Here’s something. I love good design, but sometimes websites (particularly blogs) with the pristine white design with soft photos wear me out. Everything looks a little too damn perfect, and these blogs make me feel so lacking. In truth, I have spent an embarrassing amount of time reading abandoned blogs from the early 2000s. It’s a little sad when I reach the end of them, and I wonder where the writer is now. I so prefer the fuzzy bits of cellphone photos before they were perfect, the honesty, and the way bloggers seemed so much more real then. Maybe it’s just me, but I really wish all blogs weren’t so uniform now.
I haven’t been updating here as much lately, but I’ve been spending a lot of time reading which I’ve missed. I’ve also spent a lot of time watching Frasier on Netflix so there you go. Those are my two biggest hobbies right now. I spend all day on a computer and the phone at work so the last things I’m sometimes interested in on the weekends is being connected. I do like to spend a lot of time reading, getting groceries, shopping, and napping. Continue reading Library Chic
It is Tuesday evening, and I’m angry again. Internet world, I am Susie Green. I’m not joking. I’m biting off the end of a loaf of chocolate chip banana bread that a friend made me like an ice cream, the whole loaf in my hand. It’s vastly improving my mood, so there. I’ve taken to telling everyone to “suck an egg” like we did in the schoolyard in the 80s. It feels strangely rebellious, pulling back this insult from youth. It feels as powerful and defiant as when I would go in my closet when I was mad at my parents in 3rd or 4th grade and whisper curse words. Continue reading Fever Dream
Apparently the internet has decreed it “National Hat Day” today so I thought I’d post. I’m a huge fan of hats. The internet is already flooded with articles discussing either the inherent weirdness that is found in women who wear hats or applauding them. Fortunately, I don’t pay much heed to the naysayers. I look to the woman in my life who has served as my fashion guru, and I see myself becoming more and more like her every day. She makes gutsy choices, even at seventy-eight, and she understands that fashion should be fun. My Grandmother, affectionately known as Jo Jo, is one of the most stylish women I know.
On our second day in Savannah, we move on to a new place to rest our heads. The outside of the Thunderbird Inn resembles every travel postcard that I’ve seen from the 1960s. It’s known as the “hippest hotel in Savannah.” Oldies music is softly piped in the parking lot, outside the grounds. The lobby is the first dose of fun with its brightly colored plastic chairs. A darling handmade sign offers free lemonade and popcorn to guests. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day Two (Part II)
As usual, I wake up before my sleeping K. I scroll through my phone and fidget as long as I can before I can no longer take it. I think it is possible I might die of boredom by the time he gets up so I’ll have to find something to entertain myself. Our room is messy—a reflection of a late night, early morning and a bottle of wine. The suitcases are on the floor, spread open like novels, clothes strewn throughout the room. I throw open the French doors and head out in my pajamas. My hair is standing on end, but I don’t care. I am embracing my Mom’s philosophy that stuck when I was a fat seventeen year old, afraid to venture out to the beach in a swimsuit. She said, “To Hell with them, Sarah. None of these people will ever see you again. Life’s too short.” I grab my camera off the nightstand before wandering out, “to Hell with them.”
This will be the only hour of the day that isn’t sweltering. I will even venture to claim that it “feels good.” It is blissfully quiet. Silence only echoes this way after a night of revelry. The sky is a suggestive soft pink; it holds the promise of happiness after several of my darker weeks. Lately, I’ve been confused and restless, but this morning on the river feels better, more meaningful. It isn’t manufactured calm like when my bones loosen after swallowing one of my anxiety pills. It doesn’t feel like I’m swimming underwater and everyone else is speaking to me in garbled voices. A group runs along the river, and there is a decisive rhythm to their steps. I lean on the rail and watch a tugboat churn down the river, slow and stubborn like a bumblebee. Our neighbor comes out on their balcony, and her face is puffy, swollen with sleep. I imagine I look the same way, and we nod at each other. She stands closely enough that I could reach across and touch her, but instead of contrived small talk, we both are anchored, silently watching the boat until it disappears behind a building. I run inside and wake up Kelly to tell him mercilessly what he’s missed. “You’re wasting your day,” I admonish like an old Grandmother. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day Two (Part I)
I can’t believe Kelly and I celebrated our two year anniversary last week! Time does fly when you’re having fun. While we’ve faced a lot of hard times together this year with different health issues, through those difficult moments, I think we’ve both gained an even stronger appreciation for our marriage and friendship. There is no one I would rather have by my side throughout my life.
We both love traveling, and Kelly planned a wonderful vacation for us. We focused our trip on several southern cities. In Georgia, we spent the most time in Savannah, and then had a brief stopover in Helen. We also spent an evening and a day in Charleston, South Carolina. This was my third visit to Savannah and Kelly’s first. Years ago, I read John Berendt’s Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, and after, I had to visit. Even though it was my third time, I would go a fourth time in a heartbeat! Savannah is one of my favorite cities I’ve visited, and I’m convinced it’s the most beautiful city in the south. There is so much to do, and Kelly and I found tons of things to explore that I hadn’t seen in my two previous visits. Of course, there were also some old favorites that I went back to see, too. I’d also been to Charleston once before, but that time, I had strictly done the beach so I was excited to go with Kelly (his first visit) and explore more of the city. We had both never been to Helen, Georgia, and what a treat that turned out to be! I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’d never even known there were mountains in Georgia. I guess I should probably look at a map once in a blue moon since middle school. I’m most ashamed because I love Georgia so much. Every time I visit or even pass through that state, I find the people to be the most gracious I’ve met. I think the state is beautiful, and there is so much history there. There’s always been something that speaks to me in Georgia, and I’d gladly move or retire there someday. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day One
Last Friday night, Kelly decided to take me to the fair for our date night. We spent a fun evening dining on junk food–Taco in a Bag for me and Kettle Corn for him. For the record, Taco in a Bag is definitely a culinary art, spinning madly on the Tilt-a-Whirl, and pushing children aside at the petting zoo to be able to get a better view of a baby camel. I joke that Kelly is “too thrifty” (really it’s great he is, or I’d blow through all our money/he saves so he can treat me to amazing trips), but I delighted him by scoring free fair tickets for us and picking up carrots dropped by kids at the petting zoo to feed the animals, instead of paying two bucks for a bag, which he proudly deemed, “resourceful”! Continue reading A Weekend of the Arts