bumper sticker for the day

i saw this on a big ol' truck this morning on my drive into work.

firemen
find 'em hot, leave 'em wet

HAHAHA!!!

i'm such a 12 year old horn-dog today. we all know what that means.

holy creepiness dude!

valentine wedding present cake by Manassas Cakery

a former friend showed up at my dance studio one evening in september last year. i hadn't spoken to him (email, text msging, in person) in around 6 months and he just shows up. with a birthday present for me. my birthday is in june. he brought me a hello kitty necklace. i love hello kitty, so at least he had been paying attention. though i already had that one. it still sits in the box he gave it to me in. i won't wear it. i stopped talking to him because his behavior was making me uncomfortable. case in point, showing up, uninvited, to my dance studio. i haven't talked to him since. he did approach me once at a bar while i was with friends. he asked to speak to me and i let him know anything he wanted to say could be said in front of my friends (no way was i leaving with him). he found this unacceptable and stormed off. needless to say, i don't miss him. he creeps me out. ick.

my fear of public speaking

i haven't passed a single speech class. i hate having to speak publicly. i feel as though i start talking and stop making any sense or even following the topic i was speaking about. i ramble. everywhere. we lovingly call it "tangentialistic". i claim the word. i have a flag. do you have a flag? no, then it's mine.

my favorite room

Ballet Dancing by Tommy Wong (Tom@HK)

ok. yes, i'm a dork. but i feel most at home and comfortable at the studio. i love dancing so much. recently, i spent more waking hours at the studio than at home. it was just the most comfortable place i knew.

In defense of my vice: dancing

Tango Lessons in the Living Room by mrk_photo

i started ballet when i was 5. my mom had taken me to see the nutcracker and i fell in love. i wanted to be the sugar plum fairy. she was so awesome. fast forward to age 13 (where everyone gets stupid) and i decide i don't want to dance anymore. (dumb dumb dumb.) fast forward some more to 34 and i finally talk a boyfriend into taking ballroom lessons with me. dump him, but continue the lessons on my own. i'm addicted. and i'm not quitting. ever. it is the air i breathe, my expression, my life. never quitting. nope. never.

edit: dang it plinky. this is posted twice. grr!

In defense of my vice: dancing

Tango Lessons in the Living Room by mrk_photo

i started ballet when i was 5. my mom had taken me to see the nutcracker and i fell in love. i wanted to be the sugar plum fairy. she was so awesome. fast forward to age 13 (where everyone gets stupid) and i decide i don't want to dance anymore. (dumb dumb dumb.) fast forward some more to 34 and i finally talk a boyfriend into taking ballroom lessons with me. dump him, but continue the lessons on my own. i'm addicted. and i'm not quitting. ever. it is the air i breathe, my expression, my life. never quitting. nope. never.

DONE

my taxes are done. i have a headache. i'm going to go treat myself to a nice venti chai latte. with extra cinnamon.

Why I gave up on "the violin, anne rice"

i have no idea. i love all her other books. my bil gave it too me for christmas one year, i've diligently chipped away at it. all her other books, i've flown through. this one just doesn't hold my attention. i'm so sorry, ms. rice.

If I had easy access to a helicopter, I'd fly to savannah, ga this weekend

i've never lived there. only visited once. but it's home. the senator lives there and it feels like home to me.

weird but good combo #3

celery sticks and salmon cream cheese.

no, i'm not pregnant. i eat much more normal when i'm pregnant.

wow. am i bored or what?

sitting here in bed. chatting with the senator online. i'm all caught up on my blog reading. i don't want to turn on a light, because then i'll reach for my book and i really should be thinking about sleep. i'm so bored.

the president

i got chills. yes, i cried. when don't i? i just watched the swearing in of president obama. our first black president.

i love you and will support you, my senator. we'll disagree on so many things, but that won't change my love for you. our new president is just one of the first things we disagree on. this year isn't just a change for the presidency, but a change for us. you and i get to move forward together.

brr... grr... brr...

what is it about people who think that going 5 up an icy hill is a good idea? no one can get enough forward momentum (what with all the brake tapping) to go forward and they naturally "fall" off the road. granted screaming down the highway at 80 isn't a good idea either. that's how people flip their cars and land on the roof of the car.

hello babies :)

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why was this not an option when i had the monkey 11½ years ago? taiwan has a hello kitty® themed maternity hospital. omg! i want to have more babies there. :) do you think the senator will be alright with that idea? i'd be willing to pop out the four he thinks he wants, if we have them there.

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"bridge may ice before road"

every time i saw that sign, i giggled. they have ice in savannah? maybe in their glasses, but not on their roads.

dec. 12
the senator is working at the bakery right now. i'm supposed to go there and he said he'd get me some breakfast. i think lunch is the proper term for it now. :) he'll be there until 3pm (est) and then i have no idea what he has planned. i know we're supposed to go meet a bunch of his friends tonight. tomorrow night he has to work at the boar's head and i think i'm having dinner there as a result. he gave me a book on savannah's squares and there's a map in it. he marked where his place is, the bakery and where the boar's head is. i may go wander a bit. we went for a little walk on the way to get dinner last night. i was totally lost. :D
i got lost. walked right past the bakery because i didn't know the name of it. duh.

dec. 14
i've seen plenty of horse drawn carriages here. haven't taken a ride in one yet. maybe today. we have the whole day to ourselves.
yesterday, the senator had to work at the boar's head. while he was working, i wandered around around river street and did a smidge of shopping. after the sun went down, i went back to the restaurant and waited for it to slow down enough for him to make me some dinner. yum. it was well worth the wait. first, i had two caesar salads (they had a couple big parties and made too many salads). for an appetizer, i had peach bbq shrimp wrapped in bacon. then he made me blackened cajun mahi-mahi with cajun tartar sauce and fresh snow peas and their own basmati rice blend. as a special treat, chef bill made the senator something with shrimp, asparagus, red bell peppers, and spaghetti. it was super yummy, whatever it was. i was so full, i could even walk around when the senator was done with work. i needed to go home and lay down. so worth it though.
i was so full, it hurt. and we ate like that the rest of my holiday. oof. it's great having a boyfriend who is a chef, but i need to not eat quite so much when i'm only visiting or i'll get fat, right quick.

i didn't want to leave. it was absolutely beautiful and everyone i met was really nice. plus, i'm completely smitten with the senator. it's mutual. i can't wait to see him again.

cathedral of st. james the baptist


cathedral of st. james the baptist


cathedral of st. james the baptist


cathedral of st. james the baptist


sign for cathedral of st. james the baptist


making pralines


the georgia queen


bridge to south carolina


tabby paving -- made with shells


this beer is 'teh yum!'


jack daniel's chocolate pecan pie


rreeaallyy big ship


they have buds on the trees, in december!


the senator


ms. zeghsy -- i'm not super fond of being in front of the camera


mr. harley


the senator's street


i want this house!


if you know the song, you'll get this photo ;)


i love this yard


see...


apparently i just needed a better photographer


the senator and me at clary's (made famous in "midnight in the garden of good and evil")


outside custard boutique


outside the mercer-williams house (as in johnny mercer's family; no mercer ever lived in this house however)