Walk this way [on your Steven Tyler crutches].

There is almost nothing less fashionable than crutches. So, when my doc told me that I would be forced to wear them for an indeterminable amount of time for my bum leg, I was quickly filled with fashion dread. Sigh. Not only do you have every single person you pass looking at you with wonder and pity [for really, just a brief second, but still], but your entire appearance is centered around two metallic maneuvering apparati.

[keruch.]

So, clearly, they had to be specialized and stylized. I spent a good 45 minutes propped on the sofa with various beads, scarves and yarns figuring out how to make these things work for me.

Walking that straight line, straight ahead.

Break it down. Girl's Night. Girly night? 

First, I ran over a protruding nail with my underfoot. 

[injury.]

Adventures don't come calling like unexpected cousins visiting from out of town.

It was excessively chilly. On a side note, right there I almost wrote "kind of excessively chilly". Some time ago I read that men make much more declarative statements than women do. For instance, kind of wanting to say it was "kind of" excessively chilly. I find that pretty fascinating and note that I, myself, tend to do that very thing. Maybe women are just wishy washy. Or maybe men are just too... confident.

It was Saturday and chilly and grey and what one might consider blistery for a north eastern Florida winter day. The temperature meandered near 66, which was the high, but all the weather forecasts proclaimed it was in the 50's. 

Clothes are life and life is me, or something.

Did I say that I need you?

Did I say that I want you?

I wore this outfit on a day trip with my mom. It was chilly and crisp outside.
We went shopping for hours, had lunch over salads and margaritas, talked
life and enjoyed the outdoors. Simple pleasures.]

Say you love me Sugar Mama, I'll never let you go.

Rest In Peace, Sugs. We will miss you little one.

"Sugar Magnolia has left this world at 1:20 on 1/20/2010."

Who would you rather be, the Beatles or the Rolling Stones?

The age old question. I choose Beatles [hands down]. Justin chooses the Rolling Stones [double hands down]. I think, over the years, we have swayed each other a bit towards the middle.

[Peace on Earth.]

"I'm Ginger and proud OF IT!"

I just saw this video on Dlisted. I love Michael K. That man is hilarious and also has a deep affinity for gingers. This video kills me. Gingers do have souls!!

I will say that growing up a ginger was not easy. There needs to be a clause in the discrimination act making it illegal to pick on the gingers. I even got made fun of for being a ginger at the employment rights law firm where I worked in California [hello ironic].We do have souls guys. We do.



Thank you Captain Ginge.

The day the music died.

There is really no place where I feel more like a native foreigner than in Tallahassee. My second home. My old home. My home-in-law. I am not a native, but I married one. I am not a foreigner, but I visit just rarely enough to feel that way.

In my days of Tallahassee living, there was this one bright, shining, gritty moment in time where I was 19, wearing bell bottomed jeans and cords and flowing tops and washing my hair twice a week if I was lucky, spending a lot of time reading really good literature and listening to a lot of classic rock, and working at an independent record store.

[Goodbye yellow brick road.]

Ana[mal]tonic.

Animals are, by nature, so hilarious.

Evidence #1:
The Girls Next Door - "Dogatonic"

Ellis Dee | MySpace Video

Evidence #2:


That is all.

Hop to it, ol' kin!

Every. Single. Time. That Justin and I are in Tallahassee I make him take me to Hopkin's Eatery. It's a Tallahassee "landmark" of sorts, in the Sandwich Genre of landmarks. The food is always delicious and they serve Sprite Zero on tap. Something about creative sandwich creations sets my little heart a flutter. [Hence my other sandy love, European Street.]

[New Building. Same tasty delights.]

Baby it's Florida. Why is it so ridiculously cold outside?

At first, the below freezing temperatures were fun. Novel. Exciting. A chance to try my ways with bundling. A reason to have a fire every night [until Justin decided that the easy light logs were not economical]. An opportunity to expand the purposes of my wardrobe. A way to feel invigorated and sober after even a few glasses of wine. A real look at winter.

After almost a month of freezing temperatures, I've got to say, I'm over it.

[Leaving the madre-in-law's house Monday morning.]

The Hype Machine: Something to Study About

My friend Cielo recently turned me onto the website/blog/awesomeness/extraordinaire/musicblogforloversofblogsandmusic The Hype Machine.

This blog is where one can go to find out what music bloggers [ahem, awesome] are posting on their blogs, which bands are most blogged about as of late, which songs are being linked to the most frequently, and all kinds of other groovy information. It is easy to spend hours perusing its various alleyways of wonder, or to just simply click on one of the "Most Blogged Artists", located in the upper right hand corner, and play their songs for hours on end without ever having to touch your computer again. It will do that. It will just play play play and open your world to new great tunes.

As if that weren't enough to make me love them [and Cielo], I get this email today from them with a "Special Music Update".

What this crystal ball has shown me.

To spend more time noticing the small things. About the tiny things around me. The fibers of my sweater. The strands of my hair. The way the pillow crinkles under the weight of my leg when I sit on the sofa. The way the grating looks on the fireplace. The way the wood floors feel under my toes.  The way that one ornament dangles precariously over the edge of the tree. And allowing those things to show me the simple things about myself. The way I sigh after accidentally holding my breath. The way I trace my lips with my finger when I am thinking. The way I don't tighten the Sigg bottle cap too tightly, heading the careful advice of my older sister.

We will all bowl together when we bowl...

This past month has been a mere marathon of celebration. I am shocked Justin and I survived it all alive, kicking, and still interested in consuming anything into our bodies without going into an overindulgence shock first.

Pinelope Grace Spruceford. Our one under-indulgence [in tree size.]

There were the typicals... the pot lucks, the fancy dinners, the in-town guests, the nights on the town, the jumping from one side of the city to the next five times in one day, five days in a row, the complete absence of an entire event because we couldn't pull away from another, the over-consumption of wine/beer/baileys[thank you jana and chris]/red bull vodkas[for the many occasions we needed extra sustenance to keep on going]/champagne[six weeks worth of celebrating], and the ever expanding waistline[hello new years resolution, old chap].