Sunday, November 1, 2009

If you're gonna spew, spew into this.

I fancy a ghost tour. Whether I believe in a ghost, questionable, however my interest in the idea of paranormal is without a doubt. The appeal sparked from Ghost Tours Key West, FL and Charleston, SC circa 08. And apparently Memphis' very own now features a downtown ghost tour should anyone be interested.

When my dad called me up to go on a historic cemetary tour, I said "sha, right, party on Dan." So began the visit to Elmwood Cemetery on Dudley off of Lamar (ghetto fabulous for those of you who are not familar with the area) on a cold fall night. Little did we know there would be a multitude of other crazies out there lined up for this now annual event during the Halloween season. Apparently my great-grandfather Mr. Walter is buried in this cemetery amongst many prominent Memphians from Andrew Jacksons' son to famous blues singers to governers, etc. Don't worry, it's not too late, there are 15,000 plots still available for your convenience. This particular tour was not "haunted" per say, it was more educational with actors dressed performing/telling the story of some of the people who are resting in peace.


The highlight of this tour, was not the tour itself, but rather my father. We were given strict instructions to stay on the path as they are having trouble with "fire ants" aka 'stay on the path we don't want you stomping around the grounds'. My dad, however, decided to roam around with his $1 flashlight all during the tour and check out the monuments. My camera died so I was unable to capture any orbs on photo.



And the grand finale this Halloween, our last SCO Halloween party. I'm inclined to believe we had the best costumes at the party. Schwing!




Had to throw this one in-the Biggest Loser at the snack bar.



Monday, October 26, 2009

The happiest place on earth.

Disney World 2009 did not let me down.

The food was delicious.

The scenery was beautiful.

The birthday girl was aglow.


The tourists were touristy.

The rides were thrilling.


The entertainment was perfect.

Everyone was really friendly.

The guys were hot.

We were all so happy.

THE END.




Saturday, October 24, 2009

She's just being Miley.

So Landon requested I blog about this dream. I wish so bad it wasn't a dream. Coincidence this dream aka vision came to me on the very night of 'a Miley state of mind' tour in Memphis where I think I was suppose to have been? I heart Miley Cyrus.

Landon had to jot down a few notes about my dream. These are the notes he took and I will further explain them in a brief excerpt below his notes.

"MILEY CAME TO HOUSE (MANSION)"
Self-explainatory. My freaking FRIEND Miley came to stay at my house, which happened to be a mansion (think Daddy Warbucks), which happened to be in Florida, hence the setting of my dream.

"MOM CLEANING & FREAKING"
My mother, with whom I lived, was uber excited about Miley's visit and was going crazy cleaning house for the arrival of my FRIEND Miley.

"SMALL ENOUGH TO CARRY ON HIP"
Here is the best part. Miley, who had the face of a teenager, was small enough to carry on my hip. I carried her all around Disney World. It was the best time of my life. She loved, loved the boat rides at Disney World. And I loved, loved having a Miley on my hip.

"BILLY RAY DEAD"
I asked her how her father, Billy Ray, was doing. She said "he's dead." Gave her my sympathies, while comforting her by bobbing her up & down on my hip.

"MILEY TREATED LOW GLUCOSE OF 30 ON DISNEY BOAT RIDE"
Not only is she a mighty musical artist, but she also has an art for medicine. I passed out on her favorite ride at Disney from a hypoglycemic episode; she followed the 15/15 rule (administer 15 grams of carbohydrate & wait 15 minutes to ensure sugar is back within a safe range) and saved my life. Wow what a girl.






Monday, September 28, 2009

Karate Kid.

So I went to my routine taekwondo class today and was presented a letter that read a little something like this:

September 21, 2009

CONGRATULATIONS!

You have qualified to compete in your NATIONAL Championship division at the Choong Sil Taekwondo Nationals on November 14, 2009. etc etc etc etc etc.

GOOD LUCK TO YOU!
Signed by: National Administrator

Here is the sequence of events that lead to my qualifying for nationals apparently:
1. I am a black belt recommended. (Testing for my black belt end of October).
2. I am a female between the age of 18-34.
3. I competed in Spar Wars & won two 3rd place metals which gave me 1 of the 3 tickets into nationals *gasp*!

I swear I am humble about this.

Quick excerpt about Spar Wars.

Spar Wars is an all-sparring competition. I decided to go about 1 hr before the competition because this would be my first year to compete in the black belt division. SCARY. And it truly was scary. Can I please tell you that the 2 "chicks" who got the 1st and 2nd place medal either a) owned a taekwondo school in florida-not kidding or b) was enrolled in her first class when she first started walking. Both were second degree black belts which automatically means they have at least 2 years of experience on me. But to be quite honest, I didn't get completely slaughtered, both rounds were 4 points against 2 (I got 2 points!). So I was proud at the end of the day. I will admit there were a few tearful moments when I got in the car with Landon right after the competition. These tears were probably a combination of disappointment that I'm not the best (shocking I know), the stress & intimidation of the day, and relief that I did not leave with a spinal cord injury.

So what the blog comes down to is....
SHOULD I COMPETE IN NATIONALS?
There is probably only an actual 1% chance I will attend and that figure of 1%, is also representative of my survival rate should I go. I will definitely save the congrats letter to show my grandkids that their grammy was really something.

Here is a little video footage of my sparring (very brief and uneventful), but it will humor you:

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Avett Brothers.

There was the 1:10 ratio. One: "ok, I'll go if I have to" to Ten: "I seriously don't want to go, have a good day." The obvi would be that I made it clear that I didn't want to go, however my husband opted to buy me a ticket to the Avett Brothers concert at Minglewood Hall nonetheless. Hate to admit, but I'm glad I went. Not only that, but part of me wants Landon to drop the whole optometry joke, grow his hair out nice & sexy again (refer to pic below), wear a vest and/or cowboy hat, lose about 30-50 lbs, and start a band called Mildew Carpet.


There really is nothing better than similar DNA singing in melodic harmony. Here is a little Sunday-morning-church-sermon-play-on-words to describe the Avett Brothers.

A: adorable
V: volcanic
E: eloquant
T: teeny
T: tiny

I really wouldn't pair their music with anyone on my blogroll, but in the event you are interested in new music in the rapidly growing genre of indie, folk-punk, or grungegrass (source Wikipedia), this is the band for you.


Yes, I was the teeny bopper who presumptiously purchased a t-shirt as soon as I walked in the door prior to even having heard their music because I thought it was cool.


And here they are folks. The bass player is a non-Avett brother and thus rather dorky. The banjo & guitar players (Scott & Seth Avett of course) are who the show is about.

And just for fun, here is a pic of my sweet girl who likes to sit on hot laundry:




Wednesday, September 23, 2009

I have a crush on a painting.

Link to a blog about my brother, who I want to be famous.

His art is now decorating SOB. South of Beale, a new "gastro pub" on South Main.

http://ilovememphisblog.com/2009/09/23/i-have-a-crush-on-a-painting/

Saturday, September 19, 2009

I wear my sunglasses at night.

Hopefully I can handle these. My history with sunglasses has been extremely non-commital. I have encountered the following problems with sunglasses throughout the years:

1.) They like to swim in the ocean.
2.) They like to sit in the driver's seat of my car where I rest my bum.
3.) They like to rest their arms a bit too firmly behind my ears.

So here is the debut of my new, golden delicious beauties complete with leather bar and arm covers. Newly released I might add, not even yet available at Sunglass Hut; retail value $210. I would rather not disclose the wholesale price which I paid as you might be J and in turn, harass me or my spouse for high fashion optical discounts as long as we both shall live.

Aren't they splendid?