this just in... i am out of coffee.

i've used all mine to make continuous carafes of cold brew and now it's gone before i even noticed.

thisistragic.

i guess i'll buy some beans on monday - that's my day off. i don't do anything until i have a day off & then squish everything into 24 hours. i'm not saying it's the best way to operate, but it is what it is. i'll just stretch out the cold brew until then. wish me luck.

more importantly, wish my coworkers luck because you know what i'm like without my coffee.

meh.

just some things i see everyday.

Sometimes it feels people who love Jesus forget he was a liberal Jew who hung out with a bunch of bros and a whore and gave people wine. - via @kellyoxford on Twitter

so, what sounds lovely to me right now would be a plate of truffle fries & a bottle of wine sitting outside on a restaurant patio or sidewalk. i would also appreciate a nice summer breeze... it would make me feel fine. ah. i'm drinking this new wine instead and eating pasta - not half bad, but not the whole package. baby steps. little victories. so on & so forth.

if you could be doing anything right this very moment, what would it be?

[evolution pairs well with tailgating in the fall, holiday parties in winter, springtime picnics and, of course, summer shenanigans.]

"Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It's a perfect moment. Soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. She breathes deeply. Life is simple and clear. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind comes over her."

honey lately...

i've been in the sun a lot. (even at the beach
which is strange for me because i hate the sand.)

this has been breakfast. greek yogurt with
granola, coconut flakes and fresh blueberries.

i went kayaking in some creeks.
we pulled over for snacks & swimming.

mj and i went to see david gray! he was delightful.

been making my own coffee - cold brew. takes about a lifetime,
but then i mix it with vanilla coconut milk and all is right with the world.

i slept on my couch. it's just right erin size,  but it's only because
i can't seem to commit to putting away all the clean clothes
piled on my bed. (don't judge. i'm just too tired when i get home at night!)

so lately there has been frolicking with friends & family. and baking (lemon sugar cookies). watching fireworks. drinking. music listening. and lots & lots of blog reading. my new faves are everyday musings and naturally nina. go read. now.

ps. i'm moving! did i tell you that? august sixth. tax free weekend. ah! to a bigger apt in front of a pond & a pool. with my friend majesta & her pup, roxy.

... drag a salted kiss from this cup of bliss.

I'm reading...

The Last American Man by Elizabeth Gilbert

followed by....

East of Eden by John Steinbeck
The Help by Kathryn Stockett
The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin

fingers crossed.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only." - A Tale of Two Cities

I like this part. The rest was superfluous. Silly, Dickens.

so, on my days off... ok on most days... i spend an hour eating breakfast and cruising the interwebs (in bed still). blogs. email. facebook. bank account. repeat - just in case a missed something or if something was important enough to open in a tab. 

does anybody else do this? do have an interwebs problem?

i'm going to have real life now. ok thanks.

sunday funday.

what's that mean anyway? my sundays are never that fun.

anywho, it was quite the day. it began beautifully with greek yogurt, fresh blueberries, granola & big coconut shreds. yum, right? and a giant bottle of water. (oh hi, i live in the south where you dehydrate just by thinking about going outside...)

work was... work. it started with ninja cable managing. blah zeh blah this that and the third. a wrinkly tshirt. yada yada yada. feedback. feedback. feedback. straighten. straighten. the end.

then i made homemade nachos! with balsamic chicken. little orange tomatoes. romaine. and raspberry salsa. oh yes. and then i ran 2.5 miles. and drank a lot of water and gatorade. and here we are.

blogs & pandora & a shower.

see you tomorrow. xo.

green tea lemonade + minty green nails = summertime.

just a few things...

chocolate peanut butter pretzel brownies.
my next baking adventure will involve lemon.

coffee.

matt & kim radio on pandora.

no gym since tuesday. its ok.

my friend tom is in town from hattiesburg.

gossip girl season four. done. (sad.)

my fave flippy floppies are back!
and this candle is addictive. mmm.

work. work. working.

lots. lots. lots to do right now.

i'm moving august 6... ah! 

ok. love you. xo.

run when you can, walk when you have to, crawl if you must, just never give up. - dean karnazes

taken from joy the baker. it's inspiration on my desktop.

an excerpt from my journal...

so, here goes - i'm doing this because i just started training for a half marathon. crazy pants, i know. anyway, one of the training books told me i should keep a journal to track my progress - Lord willing. i guess i'll fill in the back story. i have a crazy pants friend - Faith Adedokun - who i adore with my whole heart.... ok. so she texted me one day to ask if my crazy pants would run a half marathon with her crazy pants. well, i checked my schedule and i was free (don't act like it's nbd because i'm actually already booked for most of november...) so, i said, "ok. please don't let me die." or something to that effect. really i'm doing it (mostly because of Faith) but because i need a tangible goal in my life... right. real life doesn't have goals because it's real life - you reached all of your goals to get to adulthood and, well, now you're fucked. why? because you're single, living in a studio apartment with your fish and dead mint plant, wondering wtf you're supposed to do with the rest of your life, thinking about grad school while working for a kick ass company but not making enough money to justify turning on the air conditioning in SC summer, all while battling a caffeine addiction and asking yourself why beta fish can't pay rent, too. oy. ps. who would even pay my tuition? and that brings us to week two of half marathon* training (* here on referred to as 'crazy pants' or my personal hell).

any questions? xo.

sunday, i ran two miles.
monday, i ran two miles.
today, i ran two miles.

i just need to add eleven more miles.

I spend a lot of time thinking about why we do what we do and why we don't do what we don't do. I like to do lists and checking things off. I plan my days with detail - workouts, grocery stores, visiting people, coffee breaks. It gives me a sense of control & stability. When things happen outside of my iCal, I get confused...

I'm a horrible decision maker - big or small. It takes me forever and I always wonder about my other option. Hmph. I also usually wonder about my motive - did I make the decision because I wanted it or because it was the right thing or because someone else thought it was a good idea? I think, in general, we forget to make decisions that make us happy or we don't make moves because they're scary. Is that a good way to live?

Tell me, please, when was the last time you made a big/life-changing decision for yourself and not for someone else? When was the last time you made a completely crazy decision that turned out for the best? And when you make most of your decisions what is influencing you the most?

a golden gate picnic from oh happy day

[ tell me where am i supposed to go? who am i supposed to believe?
so i grab my bags and go as far away as i can go. ]

I've been sick today so between random & small chores, I finished Season 3 of Gossip Girl and then I moved onto Sex and the City the movie. And, while I've seen a lot of movies in my day, I firmly believe the saddest scene in a movie ever is in the middle of the street after Carrie yells at Big and grabs onto Charlotte. It breaks my heart every time. Ok, maybe there's a scene in The Way We Were that rivals it, but it's a pretty close race. Oy.

via dagi.tumblr

yesterday, i made peanut butter swirl blondies with dark chocolate chunks.

today, i registered myself for the rock n' roll 1/2 marathon in savannah.

and i haven't been to yoga in two weeks. meh. makes me cranky.

also, clearly, i am a crazy person.