Go Peyton!

In honor of Peyton's appearance in the Super Bowl tonight, here's a video of his best TV moment.

Hawaii in photos

 

The first morning in Kaui.

This seems to be a popular way of getting places in Hawaii.

The Jurassic Park waterfall! In Hawaii!

 

The Napali Coast on Kaui.

Kilauea lighthouse on Kaui

Sunset in Maui

We happened upon a couple mid-action under a waterfall on the Road to Hana (on Maui). So we took their photo.

Thar she blows! Blowholes are neat-o!

The opposite of a hole in your heart.

Along the Road to Hana.

Uggs. For sale in Hawaii. Ugh.

Surfers on the Pipeline in Oahu.

It was raining as we started our journey to Hana.

There. Are. A. Lot. Of. Chickens. In. Kaui. 

  

The captain of our whale-watching expedition had the Hawaiian attitude down pat.

i heart u

I've never been big on Valentine's Day, not even now that I'm happily married to the love of my life. It's all commercialized and sappy and annoying even if you're in a relationship. In fact, the very best V-days I remember are the ones spent with my other single girlfriends downing wine, Thai food and cookie dough. That said, I sure do like hearts and the color red, so the season makes for some awesomely delicious designs. I bought this adorable mug at Starbucks last night to kick off the official Heart Season, which led me to search out other beautiful images. Share time!

Source: 74 Lime Lane


Source: Sweet Jessie


Source: Dolan Geiman


Source: Twin Ravens Press

The last image I'll leave you with is from my fabulous wedding photographer, Heidi Ryder, of a photo display at our reception.

A marked woman

I had wanted a tattoo since I was in college. It sounded so hip, so cool...so un-me. But like a the good girl I am, I waited, figuring the yearning for permanent ink was just a whim. After all, there's nothing scarier than a 50-year-old woman with a Tigger tattoo on her calf or a chameleon on her shoulder. I figure after a decade of wanting a tattoo, it's no longer a passing fancy.

So, when Hot Pants and I headed to Hawaii earlier this month for our honeymoon, I made up my mind to become, as my father jokingly called me after, a marked woman. What better way to celebrate my new marriage and our honeymoon than to permanently scar my body? I had decided months ago that I wanted to get a compass rose. (I had gone through an incredibly tough time two years ago during a particularly horrible bout of depression, and I liked the idea of reminding myself that -- no matter how tough it gets -- I'm never truly lost.) It's on my thigh just above my knee, easily shown off or hidden to match my mood.





It's still healing, so it's kind of peeling and itchy, but I'm really proud of my tattoo. Most of all, I enjoy the shock many have displayed when I told them about the new addition to my body. One friend said she "never in a million years" would have guessed I would get a tattoo. Nice to know I can still surprise even my closest pals.

My bags are packed! I'm ready to go!

Shout outs

My lovely friend has started a blog on 50 ways to save $100. It is so great, particularly if you're like me and you're absolutely terrible at saving money. T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E. Luckily, I have Hot Pants, who is cheap and freaks out about money frequently. Marriage is all about balance.

My other lovely friend has revived her blog Waiting for Vizzini, and I have to say I am SO FREAKIN' HAPPY about it. Her blog often makes me laugh to the point of tears. Now, this friend is mid-transition from being a librarian at a public library to becoming a college student (again) and majoring in theater. The blog that was once about the freakazoids at the public library will now be about the freakazoids in theater. AWESOME.

ANOTHER lovely friend over at Patches and Paws is doing some mighty nice reflecting these days on life and the world and more life. Also, she is writing about Splants. Hi-fucking-larious.

So, go check out my ladies. They are wonderful, talented women who have really great taste in friends.

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Let's start 2010 off with some warm fuzzies. At least, they are warm fuzzies for me. You might be bored by them. But then again, I don't really care what you think. Ooo, did I just ruin the warm fuzzy feeling? Damn, I hate it when that happens.

Ahem.


1. A few years ago, Hot Pants (you know -- my husband) wrote this really hilarious and amazing Christmas song. It's called "Fuck You, Motherfucker (It's Christmas)." Yes, it's THAT kind of Christmas song. (Hey, I never said I married him for his clean mouth.) Anyway, his friend Brad Sucks recorded it last month with a little backing vocals from my man. It's so great that I can hardly stand going an hour without listening to it. Check it out.

2. Thanks to my wedding and Etsy, I am now obsessed with a few things:
*Milk glass, for one. I think milk glass vases are just about the most awesome thing ever. I am now kicking myself for forgetting to take a few pieces of milk glass from the parents-in-law, who graciously offered to give me some from Hot Pants' grandmother's collection. Hopefully, I can rectify that soon.

*Letterpress. OMG, LETTER-FUCKING-PRESS. I'm now to the point that I'm thinking about taking letterpress classes and buying my own small letterpress just so I can save some cash. But, like, for real, y'all? Look at how lovely this is. And this. And this. And this. And this. Squee!

*Needlepoint. Like, calling someone a smelly pirate hooker? Or thanking them for the Best Mixtape Ever? Or commemorating your love? Or telling them they remind you of a Chi-wow-wow?

3. The Avett Brothers. The Avett Brothers. The Avett Brothers. We saw them live here in Atlanta on New Year's Day. Best. Concert. Ever. We had fun, despite the teenager behind us screaming at the top of her lungs (and the top of her vocal register). I think she may have re-ruptured my eardrum with her high-pitched screaming. I finally turned around and said "You have GOT to stop that." She looked wounded for a moment, but she did stop screeching. I'm now officially old because I'm yelling at teenagers at concerts.