Monday, December 28, 2009

V is for Valiant Effort

I am officially a Jags fan. I think three actual visits to actual games makes that so. Thanks in large part to my Jags-fan-compatriot, Mary, and her incessant encouragement to attend and enjoy.

All of Jacksonville was "abuzz" with anticipation for the Jaguars vs. Colts game. Touchdown Jacksonville had reassembled to get the city back behind our faintly beloved team [they are beloved, but you wouldn't know it by the looks of things... God willing, we won't lose the team because that would set the city's growth back a severe notch or one thousand five hundred and seventy three].

Megan, Caitlin, Mary and I piled into the ol' SUV, parked a good mile and a quarter away, and hiked our way over to the big turquoise + animal print stadium.


Lalalaladies.

 
Trekkin.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

I am a rock, I am a climber.

For some time I have been meaning to hit up the South Metro YMCA for some rockclimbing. It seemed like a fun, non-mind-numbing-elliptical-boredom way to get some excercise. When my friend Allison and I made our way over there last night, we had no idea what we were in for.


The Walls.
[Far right where the two ladies are was where we trained. Just pretend it's us.]

Friday, December 18, 2009

Tree: The Battle Between Big and Small

Every year Justin and I get a Christmas tree to decorate with hilarious ornaments [pickles, olives, guitars, dragons], pile a slightly disturbing amount of capitalistically glorifying gifts under, to sit around with cups of hot coco [in our dreams], and for the kits to gaze at from afar and from very very close.


The big ones.


The babes.

Every year I try to convince him to get a big tree. You know, the kind that barely fit in the house and it takes a ladder and two people to string lights around. Big, fluffy, joyfully bearing gifts... just like Santa.


Making a valiant effort to prove the awesomeness of the mid-sized beauts.



Fail.

Every year he falls in love with the baby trees. Such a bleeding heart he has. And I always agree. [This is somewhat due to the rahdik price tags at those independent tree lots - go to Lowe's people.]


Mind made up.


Welcome Pinelope Grace Spruceford, of the Needleburrough Sprucefords.

Photos of tree in casa to come.

Happy Holidays! XO

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Is that tinsel in your pocket or are you just happy it's Christmas?

In honor of the holidays, I've made a little video collection of some of my all time favorite Christmas songs. So I love the holidays. So what? So I get little glimmers of tinsel in my eyes whenever this time of year rolls around. So I clothe myself in tape and wrapping paper and tissue paper and ribbon for almost a month straight. So I am a little excessive with the gift giving [even to myself]. So I make Justin light a "fire" [log] even when it's 80 degrees outside [and swore this year if it was warm on Christmas day I was SWIMMING - flo-da style], I can just crank up the AC. So what? So I make my coworkers listen to Christmas Pandora a few days a week. 

Don't hate. [Appreciate.] 

Some Christmas cheer for all...


["Christmas Vacation" - National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation]
In honor of my own Christmas Vacation starting in 5 days!
Also in honor of Jana.


["Happy Christmas" - John Lennon]


["All I Want For Christmas Is You" - Mariah Carey]


["The Christmas Song" - The Chipmunks]


["Christmas Eve-Sarajevo-12/24" - Transiberian Orchestra]


["Little Saint Nick" - The Beach Boys]

Merry Christmas lovers.

XOHilary



Tuesday, December 15, 2009

If Kittehs Created the Universe.

[Thank you Megan and your endless supply of Kitteh Madness.]

There actually exists a thing called the LOL Cat Bible. It's mad, it's strange, it's... hilarious. It needs to be seen. Below I have posted "Genesis 1" of the LOL Cat Bible, the story of the creation of the Erfs by Ceiling Cat.

[LOL Cat Bible. On Sale 01/2010 or available for Pre-order on Amazon .]

Boreded Ceiling Cat makinkgz Urf n stuffs
1 Oh hai. In teh beginnin Ceiling Cat maded teh skiez An da Urfs, but he did not eated dem.
2 Da Urfs no had shapez An haded dark face, An Ceiling Cat rode invisible bike over teh waterz.
3 At start, no has lyte. An Ceiling Cat sayz, i can haz lite? An lite wuz.4 An Ceiling Cat sawed teh lite, to seez stuffs, An splitted teh lite from dark but taht wuz ok cuz kittehs can see in teh dark An not tripz over nethin.5 An Ceiling Cat sayed light Day An dark no Day. It were FURST!!!1
6 An Ceiling Cat sayed, im in ur waterz makin a ceiling. But he no yet make a ur. An he maded a hole in teh Ceiling.7 An Ceiling Cat doed teh skiez with waterz down An waterz up. It happen.8 An Ceiling Cat sayed, i can has teh firmmint wich iz funny bibel naim 4 ceiling, so wuz teh twoth day.
9 An Ceiling Cat gotted all teh waterz in ur base, An Ceiling Cat hadz dry placez cuz kittehs DO NOT WANT get wet.10 An Ceiling Cat called no waterz urth and waters oshun. Iz good.

[Keep reading after the break to see what kind of Kitteh Ceiling Cat is not... not the kind to watch you make bebehs, kthx.]

Friday, December 11, 2009

What/Why: 5am

What I desperately need:


[Fuel.]

Why I so desperately need it:

 
STOMPers getting ready to stomp all over Good Morning Jax.


STOMP: v. to tread or trample heavily or violently on;
n. a dance involving a rhythmical, heavy step;
v. movement used to wake one's tired ass up!

 
[Stomp/Squish.]



Preparing to Stomp all over The Morning Show.

Reason 2.0 that I desperately need said beverage:

 
[Gin's an American! Certificate and all.]
 
My gorgy Italian ex-teach/now-friend Ginevra and her BFF Brigette are coming for visitations. Let the festa begin!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Photographic Memory: Brunswick Kitten Rescue

So, we didn't exactly rescue the kittens. They were doing pretty fine on their own, with a huge, wild backyard to romp around, a mother kit to lick them, and plenty of oddly painted rooms to explore [you don't really want to know what one can do with some black and gold paint, a sponge, and the floor]. But Meg and I were on a mission to capture ourselves some kittays to keep our other baby kits company.

Somehow, finding some in Jacksonville was not on our agenda, but finding some in Brunswick was just what the vet had ordered.

The day started with a visit with the fluff balls, watching them scatter across the back porch and out the very miniature kitten door [about the size of 4x6 photo, perfect for the babies], back inside to their meowing mother, where we would scoop them up to investigate our bounty.


Meg and Gypsy.

We took a momentary detour to the waterfront, to get some lunch and tasty adult bevs over a card game of Aquarius [if you don't know, poor you], get blown over by the mighty winds of the Atlantic, to get some ice cream, and then climb up to the top of the [haunted?] lighthouse for an amazing view.


Windblown.


Ian rescuing me from the sand whale. 


[Light.]


My battle with heights. 

When we got back to the house, the kittens were a little tired out from all their romping and we happily cuddled with them for another hour before bidding adieu.


Bowl o' Kits.


Marco's favorite pose.


Passed out fluffs.

They were still too young to take home [bummer, and would require another trip to Brunswick only weeks later], but our hearts were set, and our minds made up. The little kittays would be ours. Argh.

[Photos courtesy Meg Armstrong.]

Monday, December 7, 2009

In-Fusion-ed

Thanks to the good advice and recommendation of my new friend Molly, when it came time to celebrate the completion [in loose terms] of my first ever novel [!!], I dragged my friend Cielo out to a fancy dinner at Bistro Aix [with our respective partners] and then for some fancy fusions at the new Champagne/Wine/Beer/Art/Jazz bar Fusion, located in the lovely neighborhood of Springfield.

The bar was relatively quiet when we arrived at 10pm for our first glass of bubbly. We made our way to the back bar and took a seat on their slick, simple, and kind of tiny stools. We slid around for a while, but after a few glasses of Champagne Fusions [their specialty], we had settled in quite comfortably.

 
 Preparing to be infused.


inFUSIONS
LA HORA CERO  Champagne/Espresso/Port wine [on the Left]
HAVANA  Champagne/Pineapple juice/S.Pellegrino [on the Right]



My delicious BLACK VELVET fusion - Champagne/Guiness 

The atmosphere was edgy, classy, hip, and sophisticated, with an eclectic mix of patrons, art, and music. The decor was a mix of rich leathers, shiny metals, concrete, stark walls, and bold, colorful accents [like the random red umbrella's hung from the ceiling]. I felt cooler just by walking through their door. Fusion's has a cultural awareness that is so effortless, one that most of Jacksonville hasn't tapped into yet.

 
Their approach to the crystal chandelier.



 
Umbrella ceiling.




 
Cielo with her HAVANA Fusion. 


Once again, I am somewhat shocked by the level of big-city-esque funky elegance that I keep finding these days, and it largely seems to be happening in Springfield. I have known this neighborhood was "up and coming" for years, but now i can finally feel the effects of all that movement. Springfield has found it's niche. And Fusion's is just another prime example of where you can find it, too.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Cat Fight.

My two wonderful creature kits, Marco and Bella, have been fantastically in love since the day we brought Marco's weird little kitten self into our home. Bella was about 6 months old and Marco was about 3 months old. Bella hadn't quite hit puberty yet, so when Marco tried to suckle her bosom like she was his mama, she would get this glazed look of serene understanding, coupled with some slight discomfort and confusion.


In Lurve.

We are glad those days are over, but their sweet little affair has been a real joyful addition to the household. They cuddle together constantly. They bat their toys to and fro. They chase each other like monsters across the wooden floors. They lick each others ears. They send out whimpering meows through the casa when they cannot locate the other's whereabouts.

And then they fight. They fight as hard as they love. And really, it is mostly Marco fighting with Bella. He gets angry with her for going outside.

We don't know why. We aren't sure if some tragic event occurred the last time she went outside, when he was out there too, but that is when it started. He came in first. About twenty minutes later she meandered through the front door and Marco lost his shiz. He puffed up. He howled. He growled. He hissed. And then he attacked. So ferociously that Bella peed her fur pants. It was so bad he could not even be near her for an entire week without hissing, causing Bella to run off and hide.

And now it has happened again. Bella snuck out yesterday for a quick little neighborhood romp and when she returned Marco once again lost his mind.


Marco giving Bella the evil eye glare.


Bella taking nervous refuge on the couch by Justin.

 
"I've got you now, Kit!" [Bella has squished herself under the cabinet.]

 
"What's your fluff, man?"


These fights can last for days. And we have no earthly idea why one kit would care so much that the other kit went for a little adventure. It has caused major raucous in our abode.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Scrabble Discovery: Frank Chimero

So, I am full on, unabashedly, helplessly, and hopelessly addicted to Scrabble. I play online with a few friends, pretty obsessively, on a daily basis. One of my favorite pastimes with Scrabble is trying to discover new crazy words... For example, "Vav" is a word I recently discovered through Scrabble that means:
A family of proteins involved in cell signalling. They act as guanine nucleotide exchange factors (GEFs) for small G proteins of the Rho family. GEF activity is mediated via module of tandem DH-PH domains. Vav proteins also appear to exhibit GEF-independent functions.
 Another recent awesome Scrabble discovery was the graphic Designer and Illustrator, Frank Chimero. [I was trying to find a new word and Chimero arranged itself on my tray, which I confused momentarily with Chimayo, a wonderful, tiny town in New Mexico where I had a spiritual awakening of sorts.]


"State/California"  by Frank Chimero


I love the simplistic, creative, and colorful approach of his designs. Especially this one about California, a state with which I have a real love/hate relationship. And a deep-rooted, possibly past-life longing for, but just can't go back to. Kind of like me and cigarettes. Delicious, but kind of evil.

He has some awesome band posters under his creative belt, as well. Check out his awesomeness!