Shopping Ups and Downs.

I love to shop! So today when we thought it was going to be too rainy for the beach, Krista, myself and my sister Jessie went to the mall. Turned out it was a great beach day heat-wise but the sky was a bit cloudy. Anyways, here's a bit of what I encountered today.


I found a new boyfriend at Anchorblue. :)

Krista told me to try this shirt on because it was made for my boobs. What do you think?

Krista jsut wanted to sit in the chair for a second, but a salesmen wouldn't let her get away. He gave her a complete 15 minute product demonstration and nearly exposed her goods by making the chair lean back.

My least favorite part of shopping: When shirts that will otherwise fit me greatly, don't button over my giant boobs. Damn my melons!

A Southern Tradition

Any true southerner knows that boiled peanuts are a household staple snack. Growing up I can remember the smell of my mom boiling peanuts on the stove in a giant silver pot. It would take hours for these peanuts to become soft enough to snack on. Mom would add salt or sometimes a hot pepper sauce to kick the flavor up bit. In southern states you can see signs outside of gas stations and along US 1 that say "Get Your Boiled Peanuts Here! Regular or Cajun!".

When I moved to Philadelphia in 2003 I was shocked to find that none of my new friends had ever heard of boiled peanuts! And my Aunt Diane who I lived with in Philly told me that you can't even buy raw (non-roasted) peanuts in Philly. That ruined my plan to make a batch for my friends to try!

However, the friends I have in FL who are from NY and NJ have tried them and they can't stand them!

Oh well! More for me, I guess!

Mi Familia.

Yesterday my sister Daneille invited me to her house and made authentic mexican flautas. Nick, Kristina and my parents came as well. My little sister couldn't make it but I will be seeing her tonite. Also, Daneille's husband and my other nephew Sal are in Tennessee so I won't get to see them while I am in town. :(

Two Cakes; 21 Candles.

Kristina is a little bit special, but we love her more for it!

My Mommy, Bonnie Lou!



My nephew Matt tries to be gangster. Kristina gives him a lesson in smiling for the camera...
Now that's an improvement! Watch out ladies!


He was too busy lighting my candles to take a pic with his Tia Connie.

My neice Alondra and Me. Nick was watching TV the whole time we were there.

Connie's 21st Birthday!

I am still sobering up from my night out tonite! Wish it could have gone on longer! Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure!

As soon as it hit midnite I was at the Bar. Sex on the Beach, please!

My girls Jamie and Kristina. I look more interested in my drink than the camera! LoL!

She was a sweetie. :P

Amanda showing some skin for me!

So now this guy. He was very proud. (As he should be.) He saw we had the camera and whipped it out again. Got that on camera but don't think I should post it here. HAHA.

I like lap dances from Amanda!

However, lap dances from Jorge aren't as fun!

Blow Jobs!

WTF?! Why didn't my whipped cream come out?!

Mmmm white creamy goodness!

Jamie spilled. Can't have any alcohol going to waste on MY birthday!

A Best Friend Kinda Love.

The End.... for now.

decided not to get arrested

So despite my little chat with Hilary (see chat here) I decided not to play "Kill, F**k, Marry." I took a few pictures, but by the time I had the nerve to do so, there weren't many interesting people around.





This lady here in the black cardigan had the funniest teeth but I just couldn't seem to get a good pic.
This women in the black was more concerned about her boobs than her screaming child.
This girl here in the yellow and white looked so familiar. I think I might go ahead and throw her in the F**k category. She has a beautiful bubble butt... too bad I couldnt get a pic of that!



Sadly, this was a filed mission. However! I WILL be in 3 different airports on my trip home. I will have to revisit this mission then!

What I learned while sitting in the Philadelphia Airport.

I am leaving Philly for a 3 week vacation to FL today.

My flight leaves at noon.

It's 6:03am and I'm already at the airport.

It's a long, fun, rather exciting story that I will keep to myself. However I will share with you what I have so far learned whilst waiting for Noon to roll around (if only time would fly as it does with good company *sigh*).

1. I have always wondered why there are different colored fire hydrants and what the significance is. After google-ing I found that fire hydrants are color-coded to indicate their amount of pressure, special function or other information.

2. Many Airport employees sleep on the job at 5:37am. Some find a row of chairs to crash on in an empty corner, however the man at the information desk just sleeps in his chair. :)

3. Thanks to CNN I now know that what was believed to be a human foot in a sneaker wrapped in seaweed washed ashore a beach in BC. This would be the 6th that has been found wash up in BC and the 9th known severed foot to wash ashore beaches worldwide. The first surfaced in 2004. Turns out the foot is really a severed animal paw.

4. For years I have wondered why so many churches in Philadelphia neighborhoods have red doors. I finally remembered to google this.
"It's because red doors traditionally mean "sanctuary" -- the ground beyond the doors is holy, and anyone who goes through them is safe from physical (and spiritual) harm. In ancient times, no one could pursue an enemy past red doors into a church, and certainly no one could be harmed or captured inside of a church. "

I also read that in Scotland when a homeowner pays off their mortgage, they paint their door red. I thought that was interesting. :)

5. I have decided I really want to read The Ethical Slut. A close friend recommended it to me and upon further research it seems to be a very good read. (Hint, Hint. Birthday present?!)

6. CNN recycles stories like crazy. In the past 30 minutes I have heard about the guy who tried to rob a convenience store with a palm frond 3 times.

That's it for now. I'm going to meander over to Dunkin Donuts now.

Garbage Day! ***This post is rather messy. You have been warned!***

As usual, it is 5 am and I have spent another sleepless night in Philadelphia. There just seems to be so much on my mind lately. I keep pushing everything to the back of my brain, cramming more and more thoughts away so that now my head could be compared to the overflowing garbage pail that you keep ignoring and know needs to be dealt with but you don't want to touch it now because you know it's going to be a huge pain in the ass. Yeah. My neck is supporting a trash can. 

Time to take out some of the trash!

My 21st birthday is on Sunday. For the past 3 months I have been planning an exciting birthday party for myself with friends back in FL. I was completely stoked about turning 21 until this past week. I know the party will be terrific, I mean, there's going to be Pudding Wrestling! Excellent! But instead of eagerly anticipating my alcoholic legality, I'm getting anxious about being an official "Adult". 

I find that with each passing day I am questioning my life more and more. 

I think a lot about the fact that I have never been alone. Until age 14 I had my mother to fall back on. Medical Complications changed things. I turned to boyfriends. If one relationship failed, I jumped right into the next, afraid to be alone. I think I have been single a whole 2 weeks, collectively, in the past 7 years. (That can't be healthy, can it?) I think I gipped myself out of independence. I always had someone to look to for acceptance. Someone I tried desperately to please. If I made them happy, I was happy. That was all there was to it. Make him happy, whoever "he" may be.

Well "He" is currently Nick. And I have been making Nick happy for 3 and half years. And Nick has certainly been the best boyfriend I've ever had. He has always been there for me and supported me in everything I do. But, (you knew there was a "but" coming, didn't you?), I'm not happy. I thought I was for the longest time. We made plans, we talked about our future together. But we don't want the same things. I want a bigger life. I want more than there is back home in FL. Nick is happy there. He has his own house and great city job. He is content and he has found his niche. I am very happy for him. Yet, although I do not know exactly where I want to end up, I know I don't want to live my life in my old hometown in FL. 

And I think about this all and I come to the conclusion that...

I think It's time I just be me. 

Those words are so much easier to type in this blog entry than they are to enforce in real life, however. I have had this thought for some time now, buried at the bottom of the trash can. But it just lurks down there, untouched and festering. I know the longer I take to deal with this the worse it's going to get. Why can't I just break things off and do my own thing?

I'm scared. 

And that's all I have for you right now, at 5 am this beautiful Monday morning. 

I <3 Little People.

I spent my Friday afternoon and evening as a Babysitter during an end of year party for the private school Project Learn. Parents gathered at one parent's lovely suburban house and chatted from 2-8pm while I kept an eye on there extremely rambunctious offspring. There were about 15 children throughout the day (but not all at once). And despite my weariness at the end of the party, I thoroughly enjoyed watching the little rascals! I kept an observant eye on them as they ran through sprinklers and among slip 'n slides; I sword fought with the boys; and I played dress up with the girls. We also spent time relaxing in the hammock and on the swings.









And I must say also that I am not very happy with this humidity!!!! Here's my hair just before the party :) ...


and then again a few hours in. :(

Oh how crafty!

Saturday May 31st I got a text from Hilary about this craft bazaar down at Penn's Landing. I jumped at the opportunity to get out of the house being that I had nothing planned for the day. That and the fact that it was a craft bazaar. :)

The "Art Star Craft Bazaar", actually. A lovely gathering of 144 artists/vendors accompanied by live music. Oh joy! Unfortunately, by the time I arrived (3:00pm-ish), some vendors had retreated because of rain. Lucky for me, many had persevered through the storm, intent on selling their wares!

And, oh my, what crafty little wares they were! Here are a few of the artists who caught my interest.

When it came to hand crafted jewelry, there is no doubt that Amy Lucas McClure won my favoritism! Her Olaria Studio collection was amazing and Hilary bought 2 lovely necklaces from her. Amy resides in Boston but there was no mistaking that she was a southern gal. Her warm Alabama accent was so welcoming, I noticed I was beginning to slip into my old southern drawl! And her southern nature definitely shows in her work as well.

Sycamore Street Press by Eva Jorgensen won me over in the stationary department. Her note cards and gift tags have a simple look and a delicate touch of color.

Kerri Conrad is talented in many areas. Her business card boasts "mixed media artwork, prints, handmade crafts, reconstructed vintage apparel and accessories". I loved her reconstructed vintage aprons! Hilary made off with a cool very mixed media piece featuring an owl.

Then there is Deanna. She reunites people with their Missing Monsters (for a small fee of course!) Fill out a form describing your M.I.A. monster and Deanna will find it and ship it to you. Or you can adopt an abandoned monster through her as well (small adoption fee!).

I fell in love with the hat's and totes of Giant Dwarf Design made by Sue Eggen. My favorites were her "Garden Cloche Hats" and "Snappy Satchels".

And finally, my favorite illustrator, Bob Dix. Dix's work is captivating and strikingly imaginative with some dark twists here and there. I have loved his work since I first met him 4 years ago during the Philly Fringe Festival at what was then the Well Fed Artist Gallery. He introduced me to Artist Trading Cards and I am proud to say I have one or two cards made by him. I mentioned this to him at the Bazaar and he told me that although the WFA is no longer open, there is talk of another gallery that may host ATC trading sessions soon. Can we say "Yay?!" One can only hope!