Seven blogs in seven days

I'm gonna try to get of my lazy bloggin' butt here, get down to some dirty work. For the next seven days my goal is a post a day. Not too much considering the amount of free time I've got happening right now.

Only boring people get bored?? Maybe so, but lately I've been bored outta my mind more often than I care to admit. Read some, watch some TV, do my nails....recipe for laziness for certain.

I did get the chance to watch Moneyball (not to be confused with Murderball which is also pretty good.). I really liked it a lot. Gives you another perspective on baseball, winning, starting over, and life in general. I've thought about reading the book, but I'll have to make it through the last half of my Goodwill purchased read first.

So, this is my seven day journey to becoming un-bored. Take it with me and/or give me some ideas of shit to do. I'm pretty much open to anything at this point. Except maybe Pintrest...I'm not exactly sure I get it. Yet. Lots of girly stuff happening over there.

Oh, and here's something not boring....and if you don't think it's one of the most precious songs you've ever heard, you, my friend, should get out more.

Don't you think I want to; Don't you think I would...

Ray Lamontagne was off the heezy tonight. Or something like that. Just as good as I wanted him to be. A highlight was when these cute as hell chicks, The Secret Sisters, came out and sang "Mama Tried" with Ray. :) And right up there with that was the Sisters doing Patsy's "Leaving on Your Mind" during their set. A personal favorite of mine. I coined the phrase "drunk balls," and realized my obsession with first lines of songs...Cocaine flame in my bloodstream....so good, so very, very good. Ray pens some good shit. What are your favorite opening lines???

The two exclamation points on a perfect night were: Me not stopping for fast food on the way home, and the All-Star-Free-For-All-Jam-Out I experienced on the way home...

I couldn't have planned it out better myself

DMB--Jimmy Thing, Death Cab--I Will Possess Your Heart, Kings of Leon--Use Somebody, Coldplay--Every Teardrop's a Waterfall, Mumford and Sons--The Cave, The Black Crowes--Jealous Again, Jack Johnson--Breakdown, Foster the People--Pumped UP Kicks, Ozzy Osbourne--Crazy Train. And it all wrapped up with this little gem, enjoy:

Every minute, now, the view is changing.

It seems like Summer has came and went, and I've really sucked at blogging. Hmm.

The summer was great but I'm ready for a change of pace. I started my fall off this year just as I did last...with those dang Avett Brothers. No better way to spend a Friday night. Even if you have to wait in line for two hours first. I danced so hard I think my sweat was sweating. And no better way to end a Friday night than Steak n Shake with some cool people, the best waitress, and bottomless cherry Sprites.

So now that Summer is over, and I've made my official fall mix (On Spotify, people. Look into it.) I should start working on getting my shit together. Working out, like, at all. Eating better. All in preparations to turn the big 3-5. I'm deciding to be pumped, because, why not?? It seems like I might have some interesting celebration plans in the works. So yeah. Pumped it is.

It's also day 369 without my sweet, sweet Grandmother. The world just isn't the same without her. I'm not the same without her. There's a love in my soul that only came from her, and it will forever make me smile from the inside out. I'm a happy, happy blessed girl. With some tears on her cheeks. Find someone you love today and hug the Hell out of 'em. You'll thank me later.

It's you and me and the summertiiiiiiiiime.

I love summa time. So much. So many good times to be had. I think the summer of '08 was especially memorable. I think I could rename it the Summer of Highlands, White Pants, or The last Summer I was really tan . Fun times with Jodie at the aquarium (otherwise known as the most un-photogenic day of my life) and at Jack Johnson. :)

This summer has been right up there. And I have affectionately dubbed it the Summer of Live Music. And ba-ba-ba-ba-baaaaaaa I'm lovin' it. I'm digging it. Yep. And the digging continues this Friday at Star Bar. Come visit you won't be sorry.

Here's a series of pictures that may or may not illustrate how much I love Summer...but definitely how awesome I am:

From 08.07.08

From 08.07.08

From 08.07.08

I'm so lonely, that's okay I shaved my head.

Eleven Things

1. Dave Grohl should play only drums. Always and Forever.
2. A sexy bass line turns me on.
3. Shower caps are awesome; I should have paid more attention to my Grandmother.
4. Pudding cake is the devil.
5. Heavy Mojo a week from Saturday, yes please.
6. ^^ For free. Uh-huh.
7. Already planning my Dan Akroyd: Two Wild and Crazy Guys Halloween costume. Boom!
8. I smell like Grapefruit, and I like it.
9. The pool changed my toe nail polish from pink to bronze. Odd.
10. I will not open the bottle of wine. I will not open the bottle of wine. (until at least Thursday)
11. Chicks that play guitar are hot.

You may now go back to your Tuesday.

Hot Fun in the Summer Time

First day of Summer. It's official.

I've already been loving the heat, the pool, the sunshine, all of it....except maybe the stupid humidity.

I've been getting up pretty early and moving in the mornings; I'm kinda loving it. A body in motion stays in motion and all that jazz. It's good for the body, but better than that it's great for my spirit. But I have learned one thing: I either need to do laundry more often or buy more socks.

This summer is also being dedicated to me seeing as much live music as possible. I'm on the hunt for anything hella-cheap or free so if you know anything, throw it my way. I've already had my first official sunburn, and got drenched by a summer storm. Had the "best burrito of my life"and went to a Braves game (and rocked my face off with the Avetts). Still on the list...a day at the lake, Screen on the Green, a weekend away....and who knows??

Anyway, here's to Summer and my official Summer jam....makes me happy, makes me smile, makes me soak it all in....

In my opinion,

there are only a handful of people that should be allowed to sing this song. I now know Damien Rice is one of them. Haunting. Beautiful. Eerily perfect.