Archive for November, 2013


This week had it out for me. Briscoe felt the need to chew up and swallow most of an old wine cork, I got a giant nail in my back tire on Friday and didn’t realize it until I hopped in my car Monday morning (one of the perks of downtown living is car-free weekends), and I’ve had a horrific cold.

The beautiful thing about problems is that they help you appreciate the good stuff. Just in the last week, I’ve enjoyed local oysters with old and new friends in the beautiful city that has turned out to be a real home. Saturday, Jeff, Drew, Suzy, and I enjoyed a long lazy day of wandering around downtown, and we only broke two champagne glasses. We met up with Cara and Ashley later in the night, and shared with them the ridiculous thoughts we had developed over the course of the day, and I am thankful for their tolerance.

When I discovered my flat tire, sweet Denise came and got me and took me to work and picked me back up on a moment’s notice. After work, Paul was my tire changing hero. I was starving by that point, not having a car necessitated foraging lunch around the office and vending machines. Just when I was about to go pick something up, Caleb called, he was in town for a deposition that had just finished, and treated me to favorite place, The Macintosh. When I got home and realized Briscoe’s poor dietary choices, I texted Suzy, my bestiest vet buddy, who assured me that the fluffy dog should be fine.

By the end of the day, I felt extremely blessed with the best friends ever. Caleb asked me at one point if I ever felt lonely in Charleston. And I realized that lonely is one thing I never feel, and to ever end up alone I have to turn my phone off and lock my door. Which is exactly the way I like it.

This thanksgiving I am especially thankful for my parent’s good health. Everyday you are not at the hospital with a loved one is a day to be thankful. I’m thankful for my big headed dog, for all the happiness she brings into this world. I am thankful for my brother and sister in law, and all my friends near and far. And I am thankful for the copious amounts of food I am about to consume. Love y’all, I hope you day is full of turkey and pecan pie and good wine and roaring fires with the people you love, football, naps, old movies, old dogs, and the beautiful November late afternoon light. Oh, and ‘Merica, obviously.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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The Capital Collection

I see this as one of the greatest marketing fails in recent memory.


It makes me think that the people at Cover Girl don’t novels, because if they did, at least one of them might have read the Hunger Games novels.  It is hard to believe that if anyone at Cover Girl had read the books, that they would be glamorizing the Capital.  As a single example, most of the country is starving, and the people in the Capital are attending parties where they eat until they are stuffed, and then they drink something that makes them throw up so they can keep eating the rest of the night.  Um, not to mention that the best thing that happens in the Capital all year is the televised competition where children from the districts fight to the death while they all cheer from the comfort of their well fed homes.

Seriously Cover Girl.  Fail.

I’m all for sparkling makeup and metallic nail polish, and this could have all been avoided if it was simply called the Catching Fire Collection.  Also the “Easy, Breezy, Beautiful” tag line is inappropriate at end of the commercials, cause, well, there is nothing easy and breezy about the Hunger Games (I think Jennifer Lawrence is beautiful).  Someone in the Cover Girl Marketing department should be fired.


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Getting back to real life has been more difficult that I anticipated.  It’s been six weeks and one day since my surgery, and I’ve been back at work for more than three weeks.  I may have hit the ground a little aggressively, but there were some things I could not help. I could not help that I HAD to go see Libby run in the New York Marathon the first week in November.  It’s not my fault that it got cancelled last year. Libby had to train twice, and the least I could do was rebook my trip.  Plus, I really wanted to go, and I needed to see Betsy and Andrew and meet sweet baby Cash.  I can’t help it that being in New York necessitates a lot of walking.  Going to New York left me in the Boot for an extra week, but I was able to get around surprisingly well, and I don’t think the extra boot walking caused any lasting damage.

I’ve had the opportunity to see a lot of music this month, which I was not expecting.  The first weekend I was back in Charleston, someone gave me a ticket to the Robert Earl Keen show at the Charleston Music Hall, at the last minute, so I had to go to that.  Then Michael Franti was at the Music Farm and I went with my sweet friend Anita.  Finally, The Avett Brothers played at the Coliseum last week, and those tickets were purchased this summer.  All three shows were fantastic.  I’ve seen REK and The Avett Brothers at the Georgia Theater, and it’s hard to compare any show to a Theater show, but the Charleston Music Hall is a really cool venue if you ever get a chance to see it, and the Avett Brothers are a completely different band than they were in the Georgia Theater days.  When I first saw the Avett Brothers in 2007, it was three guys, and the entire show was high energy Bluegrass Ska music.  Now there are seven or eight band members, and it’s a much more professional production.  It’s nice to watch a band grow up.  The show last week was one of the best shows I’ve seen in a long time.  It was well paced, with lots of old music, and lots of new music, and we stood up the entire time.  The only thing I did not understand was the couple with the baby in the Bjorn in front of us.  Or the other couple with the two boys, aged maybe four and six.  The two boys were clearly miserable, with the four year old plugging his ears the whole time.  How is that fun for anyone involved?  And they stayed almost the entire show.  It’s not normal for kids to stay out til 11 on a school night, right?

Speaking of music, I’ve been enjoying the new Katy Perry album.  Hate all you want, she’s fun.  Also, I love Eminem.  I tolerate Rihanna when she is playing with Eminem.  I love that this new song is about seeming crazy.  I realized the other day that a casual observer would think I spend all day talking to myself.  But the reality is that not I’m talking to myself, I’m talking to the inanimate objects around me.  Example, I’m pulling sheets out of the dryer, and they are not dry,  “Dude!  You aren’t dry at all!  Look at this, you’ve gotten all wadded and tangled up, you are never going to dry that way.  Get back in there.”

The weather has been crazy, yesterday it was 83 degrees, 90% humidity.  This morning it was 50 degrees, 60% humidity, with winds 20 mph.  The former is a lot hotter than you’d think, and the latter is a lot colder than you’d expect.  I’ve completed all of the levels of candy crush, and now we wait for an update.  In television news, you should be watching The Blacklist.  That is the only new television show I can definitely vouch for as amazing.  If you watch Homeland and Scandal, you should be reading this weekly blog series The Heroine Watch.  It definitely enhances what otherwise has been a season of extremely depressing and upsetting story lines.

I can’t wait until I can run and go to yoga and play tennis again, I’m hoping to be able to start doing more in the next couple of week.  I’ve been walking a mile in the morning and a mile at night, and standing up at my desk during the day, and I’ve been able to do that with occasional pain.  The range of motion in my ankle is limited in all directions, but I believe that it is getting a little better every day.  I still have some numbness in my big toe and on the outside of my heel, but the scar is healing well.

Until then, Briscoe and her pink gorilla are making sure my yoga mat feels loved.


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