Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. ~Dr. Suess

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Babs (in a snobby british accent)

So roomie and I have officially been asked to move out of our quirky 1940s house in central Austin. No big deal right? Well let's just say our landlord has been more than a handful to deal with. Side bar: I called her to let her know that there might be a gas leak in the house. Her response was: "It has been raining. All the humidity in the air is causing you to smell the gas. All that gas usual rises toward the ceiling so you don't smell it." Umm...NO. Under no circumstances should you ever smell gas in your home. Fail Landlord. I mean really do I look that stupid? (Don't answer that). I could go on, but I will have to say that might just be the cherry on the sunday. So...Today, roomie and I decided to go for a walk. Why we wanted to go for a walk when it is a 100 degrees outside I will never know, but we did. While walking in a not so quaint part of Austin we run across said landlord's for lease sign. I will admit it, not one of my proudest moments, but I may or may not have walked up to the sign pushed it over and darted off. I have had rough week and I am not going to lie...it made me feel better! Sue me! Happy Wednesday!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Swing the Day Away

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"Life is a daring adventure or nothing." ~Helen Keller
While walking a few weeks ago room mate and I discovered a small little park complete with a water fountain play land, volleyball and tennis courts and of course my favorite, the swings. There is something so comforting and wonderful about losing yourself at the end of the day while swinging. Today was just one of those days where I wanted to run away to be and do something else in life. Here is the place where I can best image and dream about it. Thus far, this has been for us the place where we talk and dream about doing something more, traveling some where new, reminiscing about all those crazy moments we have shared together and reminding each other that God  has so many more incredible moments like those to come. At the end of the day room mate keeps me sane, keeps life interesting, full of laughter and inspires me to be a better person. 


While walking to our little get away room mate was telling me about the wedding she just returned from that was in Seattle. This of course spurred one of my favorite memories and what I say is a top 5 rosie and emmy lou debacle... If you know me you know that every year we go on an adventure together. A few years ago we decided to go to Seattle, but we decided we would not make a single reservation.  Mistake number one. After calling 19 places we find an available room at the Travelodge. Upon getting our key we discover we have to carry our 60 pound overstuffed suitcases, mistake number two, up the steepest set of stairs know to man. We look at the stairs and then at each other. WE CAN DO IT. Frustrated, tired and jet lagged it begins. I go first hoisting with two hands, tugging with all my might, moving one stair at time. Emily slowly moving behind. Both laughing so hard we are almost to tears. Only half way up the stairs I give up and I yell at the stairs "you are not ADA compliant". Really this is my argument? Since when are stairs ADA compliant? Finally making it all the way up 10 minutes later we begin to our room. In the corner, no windows, no lights. I am pretty sure emmy lou referred to it as murder corner. Trying to settle in we begin to notice that not only are the pictures screwed to the walls but also the headboard. At this point we are crying we are laughing so hard. The best part was the irony of the situation. We flew first class across the US to Seattle to stay in a by the hour hotel. Amazing. Shortly after meeting up with some friends we find out we are staying in Seattle's "red light" district, if you catch my drift. We were staying in a melting pot of action. I am pretty sure I was awake all night listening to the sirens rush by and waiting for some hooligan to bust through the door...Oh the fun we had....I wouldn't change a thing about that trip.


Besides almost being hit by a baseball (twice) it was the perfect end to a not so good day. 







Instagram

I don't know if any of you out there have heard about this great app for the iPhone called Instagram, but it is officially my new obsession. I am pretty sure my friends all want to beat me every time they are with me. I was already obsessed with snapping photos, but now not only can I take photos, but I can also add filters to make them look like they were taken in the 70s. Love it! 



The Patti Griffin Concert at the Hotel San Jose
All proceeds benefiting the wild fires of Texas. Great Night!
Four of my favorite things: Live Music, Shiner, The San Jose and Firefighters...




Shady Grove with the Girls.
Live music every Thursday. This week was Suzanna Choffell.
Go listen to her now!

  
Do you see what I see?
If you look hard enough you just might be able to see me!

Everywhere I turn there is something to see! 

Not sure when this happened but apparently I love the color pink.
Growing up I would do anything to not wear a dress and I wouldn't touch pink with a ten foot pole. Now it is like a moth to a flame. What has the world come too??


It is never ending! I mean really? I am going to go ahead and admit this. DON'T JUDGE, but I was definitely at J.Crew on the men's side re-foldng these shirts so it would look just right! I might have even given someone a withering stare. Do I have a problem? 

Moral of the story: you can never take enough pictures or make enough memories.



ROCK and ROLL and the RADIO

Are you still in love with me
Like the way you used to be or is it changing?
Does it deepen over time like the river
That is winding through the Canyon?

Are you still in love with her?
Do you remember how you were before the sorrow?
Are you closer for the tears
Or has the weight of all the years left you hollow?

Are we strangers now?
Like the Ziegfeld Gal and the Vaudeville show?
Are we strangers now
Like rock and roll and the radio?
Like rock and roll and radio

I can see you lyin' there
Tying ribbons in your hair and pullin' faces
I can feel your hand in mine
Though were living separate lives in separate places

Are we strangers now?
Like the Ziegfeld Gal and the Vaudeville show?
Are we strangers now?
Like rock and roll and the radio?
Like rock and roll and radio

All these white lies hanging like flies on the wall
Hard wired, road tired
Counting curtain calls and waiting
Waiting for the axe to fall

Are you still in love with me
Like the way you used to be or is it changing?
Does it deepen over time, like the river
That is winding through the Canyon?

Are we strangers now?
Like the Ziegfeld Gal and the Vaudeville show?
Are we strangers now?
Like rock and roll and the radio?
Like rock and roll and radio