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So, I’m a terrible friend, and I forgot Denise’s birthday.  Then I apologized, and all she asked for in restitution was for me to write a blog entry for her.  Have I done that?  Obviously not.  But that is to be remedied immediately.  Per Denise’s request, I have four topics on which to touch upon during this blog post.

Tervis tumblers are not necessary, but they definitely can make life easier.  For instance, James left a Burnett’s vodka tervis tumbler at my house a while back, and I had no idea how much better my homemade milkshakes would be in this particular tervis tumbler.  I am also comforted by the thought that he probably received this particular tumbler as a free gift from the liquor distributor, and that I have not absorbed into my life permanently an object that cost him money.  In case you were wondering, my milkshakes include trader joe’s ice cream – either the joe joes in cream or the mint chocolate chip.  I mentioned to James recently that he might never get that tumbler back, and he seemed okay about it.  It is the perfect size, and keeps my little hands from getting cold.  In similar news, I have one of those oversized koozies that I got from the big oyster roast at Boone Hall a couple years ago – the ones that fit over the pints of ice cream.  It is awesome and makes me happy.  Not like I sit around eating pints of ice cream and drinking milkshakes.  Most of the time I sit around eating cookies and brownies.

Emotionally abusive relationships are terrible.  I think this term is probably thrown around a lot, but I also think a lot of people have been in some pretty horrible relationships.  And they don’t just have to be romantic relationships.  Some people have emotionally abusive relationships with a parent, or a boss.  It can be really hard to realize what is going on until later.  Then when you date someone who treats you right, or you get a job where you are treated like an adult and respected, it can sort of all crash over you and make you seriously worry about yourself that you would put up with such awfulness.  It can make you doubt your own decision making skills, and self esteem.  Don’t do that.  It happens to the best of us.

Sweet potatoes are something that I rarely want to eat, but the one time I really do want to eat sweet potatoes is at thanksgiving, in the form of a casserole.  So, my mom was sick this thanksgiving, and I was suppose to make the sweet potato casserole, but I waited til the last minute, and it was a total bust.  Maybe the biggest failure of my cooking career.  I was frazzled, there were a lot of things out of my control, but all I know is I did something WRONG.  I threw the whole thing away right after dinner.  Everything else turned out excellent, and my mom is doing better, so NBD.  I am still perplexed about what I did wrong, because sweet potatoes + butter + sugar + eggs + pecans = what in the world could go wrong and how could that not taste good?  Maybe the pecans were bad?  Life mysteries.

And Finally – this last one is more like a public service announcement –

You know those people in your yoga class who don’t wear shirts?  Guys, or girls in sports bras?  I find this irrational and confusing.  I went for a time where I liked to run in a sports bra, but that was short lived, because in general, if you are going to sweat, wearing a shirt is necessary.  I enjoy mostly hot and high intensity yoga, so I can’t imagine not wearing a shirt in yoga. When you don’t wear a shirt, the sweat has no where to go, and you just end up dripping sweat all over your mat, or on the person next to you.  Or a large puddle collects and the people in the next class have to deal with it.  When it is REALLY, REALLY, REALLY hot outside – like, July at 6 pm, and I run a few miles outside, when I finish – I might take my shirt off.  Mostly to mop the sweat off my face or something.  But not while I’m running.  And you should wear a shirt during yoga for the same reason.  To soak up the sweatiness and save us all from sweat puddles.

I have a lot of other thoughts about yoga etiquette – my dad likes yoga – and he and I discuss these rules on occasion.  If you are male, in a yoga class, try to not talk until you get out of the yoga room.  Honestly, these rules apply to males and females, and mostly involve common courtesy and boundaries with strangers.  Once out of the yoga room, if you must talk to a stranger, try to refrain from ever mentioning any part of the body to a stranger.  Examples – do not inquire as to how that hip opener made the stranger in your class feel, or make any comments about surrendering into the pose, or observations on the other person’s body.  Awkwardness is not a competition.

In other news, Denise and I made Christmas cookies on Friday night.  Here are some pics.  We made a mess, but it was worth it, and I’ve eaten enough to make anyone sick.  First you roll out the doughThen after you bake them, you ice themTa-Da!

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Charleston is the biggest city I’ve ever lived in, besides the summer I spent in Rome, Italy (I also spent a summer in Rome, Georgia, but that is entirely beside the point). When I go home to Augusta, I am impressed by the breadth of the sidewalks and the dampness of the dirt, and the abundance of organic material. It makes me realize that there are not a ton of trees in charleston, shade and yards are scarce, and the sidewalks are narrow. It makes me feel like Charleston is a city, a real city!

Right now, I’m drinking a glass of red wine, a Tempranillo, at the Sofitel in downtown DC, waiting for Bizzy to get off work. I’m reading a copy of High Fidelity that I swiped from Bizzy’s house (I accidentally left my nook at home, buried somewhere in my covers). I went to lunch with Cybil, and all in all, this visit has capped off a month of excellent friend contact and quality time.

My plan was to go to New York tomorrow via bus, and watch Libby run in the New York marathon. Hurricane Sandy (superstorm sandy? Dr. Sandy? Professor Sandy? Judge Sandy? Dean Sandy?) has interrupted these plans.

I called US airways to request a rebooking under the travel advisory on Wednesday, as Laguardia was indefinitely closed, and traveling to New York seemed ill advised. I wanted to fly home Sunday from DCA. They said they would be happy to change my return flight for $175. This seemed ridiculous to me.

On Heather’s advice, I took to twitter, and very nicely requested help from the US airlines twitter people. They were unable to rebook me completely, but my original Monday flight from LGA to CHS had a layover in DC, and they were able to delete the first leg of my return trip, preserving my DCA>CHS flight. So, yay twitter! And yay for an extra long weekend in DC.

DC is a stark reminder that Charleston is less of a real city, and move of the movie set of a city. Charleston downtown is so compact, and quiet, and quaint. As a side note, apparently only Europeans stay at the Sofitel. I’m picking up fashion trends from the European teenagers. Braids and big neck scarves, leather jackets and fur cuffs.

Last night, we went to the drag queen race in DuPont circle. It was amazing. This bar has the perfect pitched conversational murmur, in a dim lit red and stained wood setting. Outside, the overcast sky and the wind gusts down the streets shake the trees, and the huddled figures with scarfs and mittens, boots and long jackets, bring on an element of late fall, November, and the cusp of winter that is not yet available in my southern coastal movie set.

Libby will still be running on Sunday – I wish I could be there, and I’m so proud of her training and dedication and fundraising.

I hope you all have a spectacular weekend full of ethnic food, old friends, cozy dark bars, an international community, drag queens, roof tops, bodegas, craft beer, red blends, sweaters, leather jackets, deep conversations about life and love, tall boots, hot coffee, yoga, falling leaves, and good music (with soul! With feeling! With funk! Chasing that old time feeling). I think that is enough for one weekend.

XOXO

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Before I moved to Charleston, I assumed the tourist season was the summertime.  We all know what happens when you assume.  Tourist season last all year, but the peak is in April and October.  Hotels are booked six months in advance in blocks for weddings, and whereas in the summer time people are strewn about the various beaches, in April and October, everyone is on the peninsula.  The peninsula is not a large place. Peninsula is a hard word to spell.   apparently Conde Nast readers voted Charleston the #1 city in America, and the #1 city in the world for 2012.  Y’all should come visit.

 

 

I had my first tennis match of the season thursday night.  I got killed.  But I played well, and my opponent was just much better than me.  At least the sky was pretty.

 

 

In other news, Briscoe finds working from home to be extremely taxing, but she is really striving to be helpful.  I think.

 

 

 

 

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I awoke this morning to the semi darkness of the late sunrise of early autumn.  Getting out of bed this time of year is exceedingly difficult, and as much as I hate the darkness when I get off work, I appreciate the sunlight in the morning.  I intensely covet the ability to bounce of out bed at 6:30 am on a regular basis, and bright sunlight is the best way to get me out of bed.   I need windows, large, east facing windows on the opposing wall from my bed.  My bedroom has big windows, but none of them face east.  The real trick is opening the blinds at night so they will be open to the sunlight in the morning.  I might be a paranoid person, but I’m also slightly nosy, and if a light is on in a room in a house where the blinds are open at night, I am going to look.  So if lights are on at night, blinds should be closed.  Somehow turning all the lights out and then opening the blinds seems strange. 

Oh, duh.  What I need is a chamber maid, to come in the morning and open the blinds for me and leave me clean clothes and tea and toast with butter and marmalade and maybe a hardboiled egg.  I guess if I had a chamber maid I could also have a house with east facing windows on the water or on a mountain somewhere that blinds were not necessary.  Then I wouldn’t need my chambermaid, but breakfast would be pleasant.  Then I might bounce out of bed at 6:30. 

Alas, I was languishing in bed at 7:45 this morning, thinking about what I would wear today.  And I checked the weather, 71 degrees, 84% humidity.  This sounds like an improvement over 78 degrees with 97% humidity, but I wasn’t entirely convinced it was a significant improvement.  The fact that it is September 30th means nothing as far as what kind of weather could be expected. 

Have you ever wondered what the UPS guy does all day?  Because when you want a package to arrive at your house by a certain time, and you track it, it seems like regardless of anything else, the UPS man never gets to your house til after 5 pm, regardless of where you live, even though the UPS.com tracker told you he left the warehouse at 8 am this morning.  Well, apparently he is delivering packagings, because I got a delivery I’d been waiting on at 1:45 this afternoon!  It is like the UPS man knew i needed the package before 5.  Or else it’s friday and he just wanted to go ahead and get rid of all the boxes so he could go home. 

Why do I need this package before 5 pm?  Because I’m going to Augusta today for Britt’s 30th Birthday!  HOORAY!  Happy Birthday Britt!  Yay 30!

I have to admit, my 30th year so far has been pretty spectacular, and I feel sure Britt’s 30th year will be equally amazing!

Happy Friday, take time this weekend and smell the tea olives, and when it gets cold tonight, or tomorrow night, and you shiver in your tank top, remember that is finally the best month of the year, OCTOBER!  Just typing it makes me happy.  I’m going to go dig up some fingerless gloves with skulls and crossbones on them.

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For the most part, I believe America to be the greatest place in the world. We definitely have our own problems, and there definitely parts of America that hold no interest for me as place of permanent dwelling, but as a whole, America is pretty great. More specifically, the South East is pretty awesome. I love the weather, the food, the people, the flowers, and the way we talk around here. But today, I wish I lived somewhere else. I wish I lived in India today. Or, tonight, although I guess it is already night in India by now. I would really like to see the lunar eclipse tonight. I should have planned my vacations better. Apparently there is a chance I’ll get to see full lunar eclipse in America in April 2014, fingers crossed.

Have I told you how Briscoe hates skateboarders? It might be one of the funnier things I’ve seen in a while. I think it is the noise that scares her. The dog needs a haircut like whoa. She’s going to get her hair did tomorrow, and I expect to have a little lamb by tomorrow night instead of the bear that is currently sleeping in my kitchen.  For some reason she has developed this ridiculous habit of spilling her food all over the floor.  It is like she picks up her bowl with her teeth and dumps it out, although I’m not sure that is actually possible.  But once the food it on the ground, she won’t eat it.  For a while, when I would come home to her spilled food, I would pick all the pieces up and put them back in the bowl.  Then I realized, wait, she’s a dog, if she wants to spill her food on the floor, she should eat the food off the flood.  So, I stopped cleaning it up, other than to turn the bowl back upright.  Sure enough, after leaving the food on the ground until late into the night, the dog finally decided she would eat it off the floor.  So, she’s started cleaning up the mess herself, but she’s still spilling the food. 

Something about summertime makes me want to lose myself in a story, preferably a long drawn out saga. Happily, HBO has provided that for me with The Game of Thrones, and even more happily, I am able to read the novels instead of waiting to see what happens in HBO time (which is painfully slow in my opinion). I enjoy the story, the show (and the novels for that matter) are quite gruesome and violent. I find reading about violent and gruesome things is easier than watching them play out on my unnecessarily large television. But I’m totally engrossed in the novels, each chapter is told from a different character’s point of view, and the author has mastered the ability to speak in each character’s voice in a way that is seemless but also adds a depth to the writing and storyline that is not immediately apparent. I would not recommend the books or the television series to everyone, there is a base element to it that not all will find endearing, crass talk of sexual encounters and horrible things happen to almost all of the characters. But even the villainous characters have redeeming qualities (well, some of them do) and the heros have flaws, and there is nothing I love more than a good story with round characters.

I spent the last two weeks of May in Washington, D.C., training for work. Let me tell you, two weeks is a LONG TIME to be in a hotel. I learned a lot, got to spend time with some old friends (sadly, the Bizzy was out of town the entire time I was there), and enjoyed some fabulous food and beautiful sights, but I was very happy to come home to my apartment and my dog. I did meet some super cool new friends though. My mom and my aunt Jan came to visit me in Charleston this past weekend, and boy did we have a good time. I wish I could tell you we did lots of productive things, but really more than anything, we simply enjoyed Charleston and each other. We wandered, we enjoyed drinks on the rooftop under the shade with a breeze, we ate phenomenal food, (as a side note, a merinague will always add to a dessert), we peered through hedges, gates and walls into the fabulous gardens and side yards of people we didn’t know but wish we did, we sweated, we watched little children play in fountains, and Kate and Jan rearranged the furniture in my apartment. We did not shop at all, other than a short trip to the grocery, and we spent most of our time outside. It was great.

Oh! So I want y’all to check out my cousin Heather’s blog – she has MS, and has an amazingly honest and refreshing perspective, including my favorite – Wheelchair Etiquette.

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Alternatively, Happy Charleston Bike Week! 

Since I drive by a Harley Davidson Dealership on my way to work, I got to see a parade this morning.  Hooray!  Who doesn’t love a bunch of motorcycles blocking a busy intersection on Friday morning at 8:55 am?  They were even selling italian ice. 

It is getting pretty warm around here, which I have to say makes me extremely happy.  The warm weather has everyone all itchy and scratchy to get out to the beach for a good buzz and burn.  Unfortunately, what with all this warmth and humidity comes thunderstorms and clouds.  Then there is the undying dilemma, stay in Friday night so you can get up super early Saturday and hit the beach before the storm?  Go out Friday night and take your chances with the gods of thunder and lightning?  Decisions, decisions. 

Since having my appendectomy, I’ve become an even worse hypochondriac, except now, when I have random sharp stomach pains, I can’t automatically assume they are my appendix.  Life is hard.  But I have been working out more, and have been feeling good, despite my occasional imagained illnesses. 

I’m ready to admit it, I have a problem.  I’m a hoarder.  I hoard candy.  Part of this is that I find it necessary to have candy around at all times, but I don’t actually eat that much candy.  This is compounded by society’s need to only sell certain candy at certain times of year, which leads me to buy said limited time candy in large quantities, just in case.  Add the fact that everyone gives me candy as presents, and you have the perfect storm.  I can’t express to you the guilt I feel when I let a mini kit kat go stale in my desk.  It is a travesty. 

I will be at training for the next two weeks, so if you need me, do not look for me at my office.  Keep your fingers crossed for sunshine and beer tomorrow, because I need a good sunburn before I leave the low country.  Briscoe says hey.

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My new favorite song is Amos Lee and Willie Nelson, with the above stated title.  It is soothing, inspiring, and brings to mind desolate, dusty roads with the sun on your shoulders (we are in a convertible of course) and wind in your hair.  I”m wearing faded jeans and a white tank top, no watch, flip flops and on my left wrist, an indian friendship bracelet like the ones we used to make at camp with smocking thread.  I have aviators, a doctor pepper, and maybe a tootsie pop or some sugar babies I bought at the last gas station.  There is a cooler in the back icing down cold beer and sandwiches for later.  What are you wearing? 

Summer has come to the low country, and the humidity is here to stay.  As are the tourists.  All winter, I would run through the main tourist district on week nights, mostly monday, tuesday and wendesday.  There were always people around, it is better lit than other areas of town, and it allowed me to be on the streets a little later than I would venture alone in less populous areas.  The time change and the lengthening days makes running through the tourist area less of a necessity, but last night I ran my regular route anyway.  I was shocked by the enormous influx of people.  Seriously, it is a different town.  It is the town I would expect on a Saturday, but yesterday being Tuesday, I did not expect it. 

The most amazing part of the late spring here is that the entire town smells like confederate jasmine.  I LOVE the way confederate jasmine smells, and there is nothing more enjoyable than being assaulted with wonderful flower smells everywhere you go.  Even Briscoe likes the way the flowers smell.  Of course, she likes the way a lot of things smell I find questionable, so her opinion probably doesn’t really support my point.  My point is that it is awesome. 

Libby’s bachelorette party was last weekend, and maggie bought some FAGE yogurt that made it to my refrigerator on sunday afternoon.  I’ve been eating a good bit of yogurt recently, trying to be healthy.  I must have grape nuts or granola to make yogurt work for me, and I can’t eat plain yogurt without some kind of sweetness in it, but with a little strawberry and cereal, I find yogurt fantastic.  On Monday, while stirring the strawberry jam portion into the plain yogurt portion of my FAGE container, I noticed writing on the container, in red lettering:  “Suggestion – DO NOT STIR.”  I paused my stirring.  Wait.  I need the strawberry taste in the yogurt, why can’t I stir?  Did they have to be so bossy about it?  Should I have known that stirring yogurt was bad?  Have I been eating yogurt incorrectly for years?  Am I killing the live cultures?  All those fruit at the bottom yogurt cultures murdered by me, the stirrer?  Who knew you weren’t suppose to stir yogurt?  Apparently, other people who are not me.  From what I can discern from the internet, apparently the yogurt tastes better and is lighter and fluffier if you don’t stir it.  Good to know. 

Life has been moving at a rapid pace recently, with lots of changes over the past month.  I had to retire the silver bullet, attend the funeral of an amazing man who lived a fantastic life, watch an impressive golfer and even more impressive person fall apart in the prettiest place in the world, get my little dog’s hair cut to transform her from a winter bear to a springtime lamb, run the bridge run with some great old friends, and really start to settle into this job that I love so much.  Thankfully, at the last minute, Congress got it together and I still had a job.  Haha. 

I think things are starting to calm down a little bit, so I’m planning on being much more diligent in my blogging.  But then again, I’ve said that before, right?

Before I go, I have some television recommendations – Blue Bloods (if you don’t like Tom Selleck, you hate america) and Chicago Code.  Cop shows at their finest.  I also watched the first episode of Game of Thrones, which has a great deal of promise, and scared me to death in the first ten minutes, and broke my heart in the last two.

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I’ve had to hide the gummi hearts in the corner of my office.  I can’t put them in a drawer because they make the entire drawer smell like gummi hearts (which is a sickeningly sweet overpowering aroma), and I can’t keep them on my desk because then I’ll eat them, and I can’t eat them all because then I’ll be sick.  I’m only allowed to eat four at a time.  Life is so hard. 

Monday, after having been enticed by a bribe of sorts by my insurance company, I took a health assessment.  The main problem the health assessment had with me is that I’m only suppose to have one alcoholic beverage a day and that I don’t eat the right kind of food.  Since I’ve been making an effort to eat more colorful foods and less white bread, I decided to step it up a notch and buy some assorted products to assist me in my goal of eating all the food groups in the recommended amounts.  I bought yogurt.  I bought carrots.  I bought uncrustables with wheat bread instead of white bread.  I baked some chicken in this fabulous olive oil Mary Beth gave me for my birthday that probably deserves its own post (it is chipotle flavored, and the flavor comes in as a spicy biting aftertaste that is quite enjoyable)

My main concern, is how do you eat all of the things they want you to eat and not consume bazillions of calories?  I just can’t figure out how to eat the fiber one bar, the banana, orange juice and yogurt for breakfast without feeling a little stuffed.  I recognize the fact that I could get rid of the harris teeter chocolate chip cookies and the gummi hearts, but then I’m not sure life would be worth living.  Maybe I’m being dramatic, but it seems like if you ate all the suggested servings in a day that you might be overeating. 

There is a hawk and a crow who fly around my window at work.  I have been trying to come up with good names for them, but i’m not there yet.  I’ll let y’all know once I can decide on something appropriate.  A while back I also saw a little baby redheaded woodpecker, but he hasn’t returned.  He was probably just a tourist.    The crow was sitting outside my window today puffing up his feathers and CAWing his head off.  I sort of thought he might be flirting with me. 

Saturday morning I went to Crossfit with Brooke.  It was an enjoyable experience and I couldn’t walk for three days, so I would say it was also a successful experience.  I did a bunch of pushups and situps and air squats.  I’m still considering whether or not I want to join, I like the idea, and I enjoyed the atmosphere, but it is expensive, and now that the weather is warming up, it is difficult to imagine being inside a gym on a regular basis.  We’ll see.  I ran the bridge on Sunday, and just being outside with the wind blowing and the sun beating down does something good for my soul that I’m not sure the inside of a gym ever could.  I wish I had more time to work out. 

I played tennis last night, and even though I lost, it was a good match and I felt like I got a good workout in.  It somewhat restored my faith that I do actually enjoy playing tennis in general.  I don’t enjoy playing tennis in the cold, and I dislike that USTA plays a third set here in Charleston instead of a tie breaker.  Third sets make me tired.  Which probably means I’m lazy.  Last night we played on clay courts and the wind was gusting at 30 mph, so you really had no idea what the ball was going to do when it bounced or where it would land.  Clay courts slow the game down significantly.  Also, as a side note of irritation, when you are playing tennis, the term love is only appropriate for zero during a game.  15-Love.  When you are calling out the score of the match, if one player has won two games, and the other player has won zero games – the correct score is 2-0.  Not 2-love.  2-Love is an inappropriate use of the word love and incorrect when calling out the games won or lost so far in the set. 

I think I’ve pretty much decided I’d rather play tennis than go to crossfit.  This feels like a reasonable decision, especially in light of the fact that the weather will only warm up from here! (besides whatever short lived deep freeze we experience in the next month)

I liked this week’s collections of grammar corrections in the New York Times.  Everyone has their own grammar missteps, I have an extremely difficult time with “affect” and “effect”.  I have a sticky on my computer that helps me.  It says – Affect – to influence; Effect – result, to bring about.

I’m reading the book Swamplandia! – which is all about the Everglades and Florida, and alligators and theme parks.  It has inspired me to do a little research on the flora and fauna of the swamp, the indians, and the history of Florida in general, all things of which I assumed I had a working knowledge, but was actually ignorant.  This book also has a great story behind it, that is somewhat fantastical and raw all at the same time.  The beginning is a little depressing, and I’m not convinced anyone who lives in the swamp ever takes a shower or washes clothes, but the story definitely picks up and the characters are round and sympathetic and endearing.

I’m happy today is Friday, and I hope you all have a fabulous weekend!

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On Tuesday, Jennifer and I went to Career Day at Angel Oak elementary school, to tell 4th-6th graders about being a lawyer.  We made up a little skit trial about the dog eating a kid’s homework and had a fake robe and a gavel and some candy.  I bought the candy at CVS on my way to the school, for dirt cheap because it had hearts all over it and it was February 15th.  I also bought some sweettart gummie hearts.  For myself.  Well, career day was definitely an experience, but the kids got to pick which careers they wanted to learn about and we lawyers really couldn’t compete with the bird of prey trainer who had a real life hawk on his arm, and the police officers who had handcuffs and a siren, the chef who cooked things and the firefighters who brought the damn real live fire truck.  There were a few kids who wanted to be lawyers in the first two sessions, but the third and fourth session had one kid and then two kids, and all three of them seemed a little confused as to why they ended up in this session. 

This morning, I discovered the gummie hearts in the candy bag, and thoroughly enjoyed entirely too many of them.  As I was eating them, I was thinking, these are going to make you feel sick, stop! Stop! STOP!  But my mouth was saying, THESE ARE AMAZING!  I COULD EAT THEM ALL!  Well, my mouth won the day, and now I feel vaguely awful.  I need to go eat some lunch to even out all this sugar. 

The high today in the low county is 78 degrees. I am so happy.  The entire weekend is suppose to be amazing.  Last night there was a full moon, and I had some wacko dreams. 

So, I was paying my verizon bill online today, and it never ceases to amaze me that EVERY TIME I pay the bill on the computer, seconds later my text message alert goes off, and it never fails, I pick up my phone and think, hmm, who is text messaging me?  And EVERY TIME, it is just verizon telling me my payment has been received.  At what point, do you think, I’ll come to expect that text message and not fall for the fake out text?  It makes me concerned I have brain damage or something.  I do really love text messages, the noise is so fun, and you just never know who it is going to be!  Sigh. 

I have a few recommendations for new television shows.  Hawaii 5-0 is everything the promos say it is and more.  I didn’t want to watch it.  I thought it was going to suck.  It does not suck, it is awesome, and has awesome actors.  Pretty people, pretty scenery, good stories.  A+. 

Harry’s law is awesome, it is like a cross between The Practice and Boston Legal, two of the greatest legal shows ever.  It also has an amazing case, and some awesome humor.  Love it. 

The weekend is going to be huge.  The Southeastern Wildlife Exposition is all over the place, the weather is going to be spectacular, and Kate and Trav are coming tomorrow.  It is so exciting, I’m going to have to start early.  Love y’all!  Be good.

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Last January, I struggled with the pronunciation of 2010.  Twenty-Ten?  Two-Thousand-Ten?  Eventually, I was told that the correct pronunciation was Twenty Ten.  Okay. 

This year, I’m again confused.  Twenty Eleven?  Two Thousand and Eleven?  Most of the radio commercials here in Charleston have decided to go with Tweny-Leven, which I’m fairly certain is not the proper pronunciation, but it sure does roll off the tongue real nice.

It is no longer dark when I leave work, which makes me insanely happy.  Sometimes I worry at my emotional stability by how happy certain things make me.  Like the sun setting a minute later every day.  I got so excited about the sun staying up longer, that I figured I needed to know more about when this whole daily light saving thing was going to happen. 

I found this sweet little website, and I learned a few things I’d like to share.     First, and most importantly, mark your calendars for March 13, 2011, because that is when summer officially begins as far as I’m concerned.  Then, I want you all to know that it is Daylight Saving Time, and not Daylight SavingS Time.  Saving is used here as a verbal adjective (a participle).  It modifies time and tells us more about it’s nature, namely, that it is characterized by the activity of saving daylight.  The site goes on to say that the term Daylight Shifting Time or Daylight Time Shifting would be more accurate, but neither is politically desirable.  (I find this interesting.  What makes it undesirable?  People don’t want the government shifting around their daylight?  Hmm.)  The US of A begins daylight saving time two weeks before Europe in the spring, and ends it a week later in the fall, giving us A-mare-ic-uns three more weeks of extra daylight shifting.  The website has a lot of other interesting facts, none of which I find interesting enough to discuss right now, other than to say that the idea behind DST is attributed to Ole Benjamin Franklin. 

I went to New York last weekend for an engagement party for Libby and Bryan.  The party was Mad Men themed, and I have to say I believe it was a complete success.  I succeeded in teasing my hair up about half a foot on my head.  I hadn’t been to New York in TWO YEARS.  It was a quick trip, and the weather was BRRR, but it was really fun.  There was tons of snow.  And wine.  Haha. 

The weather tomorrow is suppose to be sunny, high 63, and the weather on Sunday is suppose to be Sunny, high 67.  I’m so happy it is friday, and I’m so happy about the impending sunshine and the fact that it is only going to get warmer from here on out.  I anxiously await the day where my feet and shoulders are bare, the humidity causes my sunglasses to fog up when I go outside, and the inside of my car is consistently over 110 degrees.  I’m dreaming of beer with condensation, leather seats that burn the back of your thighs, and the smell of sunscreen.  Happy Sigh.

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