Ohhh is for Online Shopping

Latest loves on Etsy:

• Clothes from Treehouse 28


• Cookies that look like scoops of icecream by Ullja's European Bakery


• Scooter cards by Kukuru (from Sacramento yay!)


• Neck Cozys by Knittie Kittie (for the rare cold spell)


• Sea Urchin bowls/candle holders by Heather Knight

So after all that e-window shoppin, did I buy anything on etsy today? no. But that doesn't mean I walked away from my computer empty handed. I really tried to be good...but I fell into that dark hole of a website - EBAY.

I found a leather valentino bag and got it for a steal! When it comes in the mail I'll post a picture of it (if it's cute, otherwise you'll find it back up on ebay). MMMM I want some of those cookies!

Morning Rituals

Weekdays = morning walks in the park

Ever since we've moved into the Baldwin Park neighborhood, I've enjoyed my morning jaunt through Daffin Park. Before school started for Chris, he'd join me and bring along a cup o' coffee and we'd slowly wake up while doing a lap or two. That doesn't sound like much, but one lap is about a mile and a half. On our first walk, it surprised me when strangers greeted us with "Good Morning!" But now I'm one of those people. I'm a greeter. Everyone who crosses my path gets a "Hi there" "How ya doin?!" or the standard "Mornin!" I'm one of the regulars now and when I see other regulars it's like seeing old friends, although I don't know their names. There's the two ladies with their canes sitting on a bench by the lake, the mom with her camera and toddler son in tow, the older black woman who sings gospel music and waves her hands in the air while walking, the old-school southern woman who fast walks and knows everyone and everything in Savannah... but my favorite is this retired guy who usually is on his bike with a cigar in his mouth riding slowly while his friend walks alongside. They're great. The walker is quiet but always says hi, whereas the biker is always cheery and often teases me. Lately he's been asking where my bodyguard is (when Chris isn't with me). And you know what happens then? I think The Bodyguard, Kevin Costner, Whitney Houston, I Wanna Dance with Somebody (that one gets stuck for a while, with the irony being Whitney couldn't dance - just watch the video, you'll see what I mean), which leads to Bobby Brown and My Prerogative. You see, random comments can be dangerous.



Photos via City of Savannah

When Art Gets Trashy

Artists Tim Noble and Sue Webster's sculptural/shadow pieces remind me of shadow puppets. The piece above is called Dirty White Trash (with gulls). It's from 1998, but I've just "discovered" it. The artists created this self-portrait (complete with wine and cig) out of six months of their own garbage. So great!
Via Your Daily Awesome

Ice Cream, You Scream? Someone please intervene!

Disclaimers: I am not a Britney fan. My home computer is on the fritz so I can't post my Skidaway Island pics, so this is going to have to do.

Wow. Brit what ARE we going to do with you? First I was appalled, then fascinated, then appalled, now I just feel sorry for her. But you gotta give it to her - people comment on her less than perfect physique - she chows down on ice cream. I kind of like that about her. Of course, really she's depressed and insecure and instead of going to rehab (again) and some serious counseling, she rebels like the lil' rebellious teen mom she is. She's on the Elvis train - drugs, alcohol and excess food. Woooo woooo, all aboard it's going to be a long ride. At least she's got on some cute glasses (doesn't make up for the rest of her "look"). Do you think she needs them?

OK, work calls. I'll try to post something more intelligent later.

I heart Regina Specktor

Regina is going to be in Baltimore next week. GRRR! I would absolutely love to see her, she's the coolest. But...she's coming to Atlanta in November. I hope the hub-unit wants to go cuz I just bought tickets! woo hoo!

Art 101: Topics in American History and How to Connect a Laptop to an Overhead Projector

Poor Marcus Kenney. He was all ready to go in his hipster attire (loved the pants), ready for his moment in the Jepson sun, but the art gods were not smiling down on Telfair last night. The audio-visual equipment was not working properly (meaning the Telfair obviously doesn't keep a tech on hand for such oopsies), so Marcus couldn't show us images from his NY show. Boo Telfair! Get your act together!!! With the $10 admission fees you're charging, you could at least hire some SCAD kid with a computer tech background to sit around for an hour or two to help out. All was not lost though, Marcus killed time by telling Coney Island stories and then launched into a casual talk about his work. He's definitely a good ol' southern boy turned contemporary artist- but there's a certain charm to that. Apparently he started out as a photographer and then moved on to sculptural installation, which somehow evolved into collage paintings. Go figure. Overall I liked his work, even if some of it wasn't technically all that. But my educational background is not in art, so all I can go on is what appeals to me. My favorite piece was probably the one titled Everything Ever Said, which was a sculptural piece made from cartoon word bubbles (conversation bubbles - you know what I'm talking about, right?) and what I think was cardboard. It just cracked me up and I like that in my art. My other fav was the babies that line the main stairway in the gallery. Word on the street is they're for sale - Babies for Sale - might have to look into that.

You know what was weird though - to go to an art event, look around and not recognize a soul. Someday... someday we'll know people!

After the talk we walked over to Molly MacPherson's for some dinner. We've been there a couple times and it's always consistantly good. Not thrilling, but good. Recently we got the VIP discount card from SavannahMenu.com, thinking since we eat out SO much we might as well get some discounts. I thought for sure Molly's was on the list and it is - but according to the waitstaff they no longer participate. eh well. It was only going to get us 15% off. But I'm still lovin the VIP card - some great deals. If you're the rare Savannahite (is that what we call ourselves?) reading my blog, check out the discount card. I think it's worth it.

That's all for now. Hoping to check out the Baldwin Park Neighborhood Association mtg tomorrow morning and 7pm there's the opening game for our local roller derby team. Go Derby Devils! Tough girls on skates. I'm a little scared, but it could b fun!

I must be getting old...

So I'm getting ready to make scones (I'm feeling all domestic) and I hear screaming. A young girl terrified scream coming from around the block. Maybe I've just seen to many made-for-TV movies, but when I hear screams I think someone is in trouble. Trouble is an understatement. A car came around the corner with not one, but two teenage girls laying superman-style on the top of a car - holding onto the window frames for dear life. The car wasn't going super fast, but still...Maybe I'm just an old wimp, but that looked completely dangerous and stupid. The girls' father probably sells these on ebay.

Pink Julep

I've lived in the South for over a month now and I've yet to drink a mint julep. Laurita reminded me of this fact while I was in DC visiting this past weekend for a wedding. I'm tempted to post pictures, but my friends are camera-shy and my camera wasn't working right all weekend. So you're off the hook for now Laura, MJ, Renee...you know who you are camera-phobic friends. Anyhoo...back to mint juleps. My limited experience with mint juleps started in one of my favorite spots, Disneyland! At some point before I could legally drink alcohol, I discovered the mint julep stand in New Orleans Square, next to the Pirates of the Caribbean ride (pronounced Care-ih-bee-in when saying "Pirates of the Caribbean," all other times you can say it ke-rib-eee-an...I don't know why, but that's how I do and you should too). Granted, Disney juleps didn't contain bourbon at that time, but they sure were tasty! I'd like to take the traditional mint julep and make it my own pink minty drinkie goodness, but without losing the charm and flavor of the original. So here's what I'm thinking - mixing pink champagne, bourbon, sugar, a smidge of peach brandy possibly, and mint. I'll have to try it. If you have other ideas, let me know.

In the meantime I'm going to leave you with a picture of my new colleague, he works outside of my window and he (there's no question it's a he) is very distracting. Children might want to cover their eyes.

Crazy is as crazy Dew

So this is the man who's going to bring recycling to Savannah? Houston, we have a problem...