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And so it begins....

31.8.12

tomorrow starts Auburn college football.

(yes, I'm fully aware that other teams have played up until this point, BUT, the one and only team I care about plays tomorrow)

we are taking the 2.5 hour drive to Atlanta to watch the game tomorrow night in the GA dome.  

Source: bing.com via Laura on Pinterest






Get ready guys!  War Damn Eagle!!!

Left my Heart in Algiers

30.8.12

The weather on Saturday was perfect.  The sunshine was out; it wasn't too hot, and there was a slight breeze blowing.  So we headed to Cochon Butcher for lunch, headed out to St. Charles for some of the strongest daiquiri's in New Orleans (and cheapest), then took a ferry to the island of Algiers.

We walked our way to Butcher, we were had some duck pastrami, pork belly sandwiches and some Abita.  After our amazing lunch, we decided it was time for a real drink.  And I remembered from Lindsey's bachelorette where there were these really strong drinks.  It is a slight hole in the wall with a purple door on St. Charles; not too far down.  I'm not sure what the name is, or if there even is a name, but if you are walking down St .Charles and see a daiquiri place with a purple door on a corner, you've probably found it.

We made our way down to Riverwalk with our daiquiri's in hand, got serenaded by the Riverwalk band, and then headed through the mall toward the ferry.

Once on the ferry, we were headed to Algiers, where we met some of the greatest people we have ever met there . We stumbled into a local bar where they were holding their Fantasy Football draft.  While drinking our beers, we met a fantastic couple who we walked to for about an hour.  It was then that a complete stranger came up to us, gave us Saints/Texans tickets for the preseason game that night....for free!!  We couldn't believe our luck.


















Algiers was fun.  This bar was owned by a Brit and his wife.  It was a great neighborhood bar, and everyone knew everyone else.  And they were very friendly toward newcomers.  All in all, we will definitely travel back on that ferry to hit up this place again.

First Night on Bourbon

29.8.12

We didn't get in until about 10pm on Friday night, so naturally, we made Friday night our Bourbon Street night.  Usually we limit ourselves to one night of this touristy fun, so what better night when we are already slightly tipsy (thanks Southwest flight attendant who forgot to charge us!)?  

We have a few places that we just have to stop in while on Bourbon; we have to have hand grenades, and we have to hit Cats Meow; they have a great top floor deck, and when it's not Mardi Gras, or some other big thing in New Orleans (or I guess when a hurricane is not coming), you can actually get a spot up there, and get a fantastic view of Bourbon.










My hair is so ridiculous in those shots.  Crazy humidity.  Again, hurricane coming.  We were lucky to get be able to get out, but more on that later...

Pizza shot?  I know it's terrible; but it's our Vieux Carre pizza.  Just amazing pizza, people.  That's the Bourbon Special, and a lot of times you have to wait for them to cook another, but totally worth the wait to get it.  I promise.  Plus...they sell amazing hurricanes right across the street, in no other than a drug store. 

Gotta love New Orleans. 

Lindsey's Bachelorette

28.8.12

I didn't take as many pictures as I wanted of this joyous event; there are only a few that I did get, and for the most part, they're not that great.  BUT, as we were in New Orleans for the weekend (oh, get ready for the picture onslaught), it reminded me that A.  I never uploaded these pictures to my computer and B. I never talked about it, let alone share the pictures.

So here we go!










Most of the first ones were Lindsey and I goofing off waiting for Ms. C to get there.  Then of course our shirts that we wore on the first night (day 2 was reserved for black dresses, and it was raining . Let me tell you that rain does not make for a fancy day date).

The last one of the 3 of us was at Port of Call, taken by some creepers (I think two of them were British and one was from somewhere in Missouri.).

I'm glad I finally got to get these up.

Lindsey has since gotten married...and well, I cut and dyed my hair.

Weekend Date

20.8.12

After our tragic yard sale fail, we decided we needed to do something to perk ourselves up.  

We thought some more sleep would do the trick; it was thunderstorming and still dark, so it made perfect sense.

Except when we woke up, the sun was brightly shining, and well, in so many words, pissed us off.  We are trying so hard to put this house together so we can get it on the market; get it on the websites, and finally move the junk out of our basement.

But all to no avail.  We are still stuck with all the crap in the  basement with no open weekend in sight to get rid of it.

We needed to do something.

B suggested a dinner out.  So that's what we did.

We hit Village Tavern at the Summit on 280 to escape it all.

Colorado chips = yumminess. 

They have the best shrimp n grits known to man.  They have really yummy cheese grits with a ton of bacon and mushrooms.  Ugh, heaven.  B got a boring pizza so no pictures of his.

With our bellies full and still being somewhat tired from waking up so early, and moving all the furniture out, and then back in, we decided to go to bed.

And woke up to this...

sweet stell-dog.

and then later on rewarded ourselves with this...

creamsicle cocktail.
All in all, we are closer to putting the house on the market.  Maybe sometime this week.  :)

Rewind: Previous Life

19.8.12

I was reading through an old blog of mine; one I kept through  my college years, and actually stumbled across a semi-decent post.

Nothing about drunk keg stands or how much I don't see myself with a certain boy, but actually something that made sense to me reading it, some four years later...

Life Comes at You Fast

I've always wanted to be one of those people that wrote inspiring, introspective things on my blog, but I've since realized that I could never do that.  While spending most of my time at 280, reading other people's blogs, and am like, I can never do that.  I couldn't devote an entire entry about going green.  To be honest, I'm not all that aware of it.  I don't drive a Hummer; that's about as green as I get.    I don't eat all organic food, actually far from it.  Give me my pizza with grease all over it, and some french fries.  I use plastic bags at Target or Publix, because they're free.  I understand the concept of buying the canvas ones; they did this in Denmark when I lived there, about 14 years ago.  In Denmark, you didn't have an option; you didn't have canvas bags, you were carrying your own groceries out to the car, or in our case, to the apartment.


I could never sit in here and write about politics.  I don't think I agree with anyone running.  I agree with bits and pieces from everyone, so why can't all three run the country?  I don't feel the need to get in heated debates about my religion or what I believe or how I live.  I don't feel the need to constantly have to defend myself.  You can believe in what you want, and I'll believe in what I want, and as long as you don't get violent or crazy with me, I'm cool.


I semi-pay attention to the news.  I'll read some MSNBC, or foxnews.com occasionally, but I have never subscribed to a newspaper or news magazine.  I don't really think of myself as wordly, but I'm definitely not sheltered.  I'll skim the news stories, but then I'll eventually go to the stories that interest me the most, the entertainment part.  Or the part where they recap Grey's or American Idol, because these are the things that I want to read about.  

And although I think I'm losing a bit of my conservative views, I definitely have not become a full-blown liberal.  

Anyway, I did get all of that out of reading other people's blogs.  People most definitely have some interesting things to say, and they do only write about what's important to them; programming, or some TV show, or their jobs, their friends, their marriage.  

And going through my past blogs, you can definitely tell I'm not one for the serious.  I don't like being serious, unless it's needed.  I try to always make the mood light, which is proving hard.  Oh well, I can always try, I guess.

I think the most important thing I've learned in awhile, ok, well the two most important things: 
1.  Stop caring what people think about you.  And I'm not a quote person, but here goes, "the people who matter don't mind, the people who mind don't matter," or something along those lines.
2.  Laugh at yourself. 

I must remember the last two things I said.  They ring true now more than ever.

Saturday Blues

18.8.12

we woke up with a 10% chance of rain this morning.

somehow in the course of ten minutes, it turned into 40% chance of rain.  while it was raining.

you're probably like, well, who cares?  you live in Alabama, doesn't it rain all the time?

well yes.  but it shouldn't while we're trying to put on a yard sale.  we woke up at 5 am to get everything outside.  the sale included a sofa, a nice suede chair, tables, clothes, etc.  so as soon as it started raining, we had to scramble to cover all the heavy stuff.

we had one shopper that came early and bought $25 worth of stuff.  

then we had to pack it up for the day.


this is what we were faced with this morning.  so we moved everything back into the basement.  all the while, i'm complaining about how heavy everything is and how much God hates me.  

so we'll try again some other weekend.  

stupid rain.

Nick's in the Sticks - Tuscaloosa

17.8.12

it's so close to football season.  and i hate saying anything good about the university of alabama, but i will.

this place is pretty good.

we went there over the winter, because B just had to have his iPhone and we had to travel forty-five minutes for it.  and once upon a time, an awesome friend of mine (although she is a crimson tide fan), told me about this restaurant that was hidden from the main drag, and seriously out "in the sticks."  and she also told me that this "nicademus" drink will pretty much knock you on your butt.

and it did.

we had two.  then they stop you.

p.s.  poor photography quality is apparently what i'm all about.

this sign is not facing the street.  it is facing the door on the inside of their patio.

nicademus...is there alcohol in it?  sure doesn't look like it.

dolla dolla bills on the ceiling y'all...

homemade salad dressings are the shizz.

onion rings are my fave.

inside bar.  you can't really see how packed out it was, but it was.  and on top of that it was a super small place.

baked tater.

you can't really see the filet due to my awesome iPhone photography, but it's there.  with a piece of bacon wrapped around it. 

and please feel free to tell me if you've ever seen natty light in a bottle before.  we hadn't.

all in all, you pretty much get what you pay for.  there really wasn't a wait when we went there.  school was out, and it was pretty late on a week night.  i've heard the wait can get pretty long, and that sometimes the staff isn't so friendly.  i will tell you that they can definitely tell when you've never been there.  but all in all, it was a pretty good experience.

even if it wasn't, i would really remember it.

thanks nicademus.

oh, and having auburn stuff on the back of your car is probably a bad idea too...