check out this tree

Went for a walk and found this awesome tree.  Pretty good day so far!

Booge?

But what does it all mean Basil?

this bitch

I found this for $3.00 at Bed Bath and Beyond yesterday.  Scott made me buy it because he was too embarrassed to go through the checkout with it but now it's his favorite thing in the house.

It is pretty fabulous, this is the picture from the inside cover:

I like her, she reminds me of a young Martha Stewart.

This is January, while certainly dramatic it's not one of my favorites:

For one there's no detail.  It looks like it was a set of curtains that she pulled together at the front and stuck a bow on.  And I definitely became concerned when I noticed her foot pointing out from the beneath the hem.  If we are to assume her waist is at the waistline of the dress (or even a little lower) that would make her freakish gumby legs quite long.

But I aint mad at her.  Girl looks fierce!  I look forward to the next 11 months.

Jon's response

This was what Jon sent me after he saw the post I did earlier.  I really have no argument.

bad driver

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I think it's time I face the facts and admit that I am a bad driver.  It's really hard for me to say that, but in light of recent events I feel I have to.  I know how all those ladies of hollywood feel now, I really do.

I think, or hope, that it's a combination of having a new car and not having really driven in the past 8 years.  Or at least not having had a car of my own.  I think i'm doing pretty good so far but now every single person who has ridden with me in my car has commented on my driving.  Last night my brother said something about my "crazy" driving and I asked him what he meant and after going around and around finally said, "I didn't say you were a bad driver, just that you make some crazy choices".  Yeah that makes me feel better.  I also have already been pulled over for driving without my lights on, a move straight out of the paris hilton playbook.  It was so embarrassing, I have just never driven a car where you had to turn the lights on and off manually.  They also made fun of me at the bank because I didn't know how to use the drive-through atm but that's another story for another time.

The point is that now i'm incredibly self conscious and nervous about even driving my car alone, much less with other people.  Maybe I should sign up for drivers ed again, a little brush up course?  People do that right?  Or maybe andrew should stop talking all his big talk and just come down here and take a stunt driving class with me.

Either way, for now I need something from the store, and I plan to walk there.

tornado safe

The past few days I've been at my dad's a lot painting his bathroom.  Long story, it was horrible, the end.

Anyways yesterday when we were on our way back from Home Depot for the second time the skies opened up and unleashed their fury.  I guess it's been a while since I've spent a winter in Florida but I only remember it raining like that in the summer.  I mean it was a torrential downpour.  I was eager to get back, finish painting, and get home for several reasons.  Mostly I was curious to see if my roof leaked or not.  It rained decently hard right after I got my car and the roof leaked right where the window rolls up in to the rubber lining around the door.  You could see that there was a place where the rubber was torn so I figured that's where it was and pointed it out to them when they were fixing everything else that was broken.  So this was the first time that it had rained hard again and I was anxious to make sure the job worked.  I also wanted to get home before the weather got any worse because that car does not handle puddles well at all.  It actually makes me kind of nervous for the summer, but I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Of course the roof still leaked all the way home.  I also noticed that the passenger side leaks in the same exact place, so I don't think it's necessarily anything to do with anything besides the roof being janky.  It did seem to let up after a while of driving so I thought maybe it was just all the water that came in when I opened the door to get in but then why would the passenger side have had a drip in the same place when I hadn't opened it all day?  Janky.

But back to the point.  I finished at my dad's and then hurried out and headed home.  Apparently shortly after I left my father saw on the news that there was a tornado warning in effect for the next several hours and they were telling people not only to stay off the roads but to stay away from the windows in their homes!  I of course missed all this because I was talking on the phone with Jon the whole way home.  So I walk through the kitchen door and find the detective laying here.  I could not figure out what his deal was until I saw the texts on my phone and realized that he must have sensed the tornado and was trying to go somewhere he thought was safe?  Scott said that the kitchen is the safest room in the house because it's completely enclosed by heavy brick, and that he must have just been trying to get as low as possible in there.

But I mean really kitty?  Your head barely fits under there and your entire backside is just hanging out in the open.  I think this would be the perfect example of how sometimes he's just a little dramatic.  Yes, there was a lot of rain and lightning and thunder, and there was a tornado warning in effect, but Scott and I still went back out and got Chic-Fil-A during all that.  There really was no need for the theatrics.

I guess it's reassuring to know that in the event of another weather emergency he will let us know by acting completely ridiculous.  It's like living with Al Roker.

meeeeee tooooooooo

This was on a beat up old pick up truck that also had a front vanity license plate that said, "Silly boys, trucks are for girls"

I can only imagine one person being the driver of this automobile:

Large Marge

I wanted to link the video but it is apparently impossible.  I would suggest following the link though, it's well worth it.  If you're like me then it will raise a lot of questions about your childhood.

lunch

Scott and I went to lunch at the Pier in St. Pete the other day and this was our view.  Well this was the view from the outside deck that we couldn't sit on because it was too windy and cold, but I did go out and take pictures.  This would be another example of when I wish I had a better camera because you should be able to see Tampa on the horizon but I don't think the quality is good enough.  Either way it was a beautiful view on a beautiful day.  The Pier is kinda touristy but it's worth it for the drive out there and then being able to look out over the Gulf like this.  The problem with Florida is that it's so flat you hardly ever get the opportunity to see sweeping views of the ocean like this unless you're up on a bridge or in a condo on the water or something.  As much of an eyesore as most people probably think the Pier is I still enjoyed it.

And we valet parked the car because we didn't have change for the meter.  ooh la la.

a trip down memory lane

Now that I have my computer hooked up to speakers I can use the different playlists I have for yoga.  This morning I decided to do my upbeat playlist which ended up making me crack up over and over remembering things that I've done with Jon.

The first song that jumped out at me and made me laugh was this:




Now the important thing to think about besides just how amazing this song is, is that Jon and I were actually in the audience, watching this glory taking place live in front of our eyes.  According to the youtube notes this performance was on April 22nd of last year, which sounds about right.  I mean I remember going, I just don't really remember why we went or if we chose this show for a specific reason or what.  Wendy's other guest was Brandy so we might have gone for that but I don't know.  Either way I remember being hypnotized by her dancers and Jon making fun of me.

What I've come to love about the song is that it works for a workout song.  Besides being uptempo and fun, it's all about "releasing me" so I find it's good to listen to when you're hitting the wall.  You want to stop but you just can't, your body won't let you.  Reeeeeleeeeeeeaaaaaaase meeeeeeeee.

Of course today it was hopeless because as soon as it came on I immediately just thought about that weird day and seeing that show and everything.  Then it didn't help that the next song that came on was Britney's gimme more, which made me think of when Jon took me to see this:



We were standing about that close, of course not at Madison Square Gardens, we were in Salt Lake City Utah, but still it was pretty amazing.  Even just re-watching it now reminds me of how fun it was and makes me want to see it again.  Make fun if you want.

Of course this also reminds me of that trip in general which was ridiculous.  Staying at a hotel in Salt Lake City, getting in a fist fight with some girl in the audience of the show, having to spend the entire next day in Las Vegas with no money.  So many memories.  And it was all worth it too because the concert was off the chain!  And I still think of it and smile even when I just hear one of the songs she did in that show, like gimme more.

Anyways, as you can tell I'm still enjoying having my music played through speakers that work.  I went to the sound place yesterday and talked to them about my options for fixing my car and it looked grim.  I might just have to continue to enjoy the song of the road for a while.

i love her

I would never be brave enough to read that book out in public like that.  And on the bus?  Never.

It makes me think of the time Lilly and I sat next to each other on the subway without realizing it.  All I knew was that I could tell the girl sitting next to me was eyeballing my ipod as I looked for a song and I knew she was judging my music tastes.  Sure enough she had to sneak a peak at me to see what kind of a person would have TLC's Creep on a playlist with the spice girls.  Had it not been for her nosiness we might have gone the whole trip without realizing the other was there.

But my point was that I was even self conscious about my music when I knew somebody was looking at it, I can't imagine just sitting on a park bench reading my hardcover copy of "Knockin' Boots".

Or am I being an idiot?  Was this on Oprah's bookclub list and is actually a catchy name for a feelgood story about a teacher who turns a young kids life around?  I'm way too tired to google is so you'll have to do it for me and let me know.  Thanks.

In the meantime, enjoy her as I did when I saw her on the corner yesterday afternoon.  As you can tell it's cold here.  Boo.

haha get outta here joel osteen

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So the bass in my car is busted which sucks but isn't the end of the world.  I was doing ok without it until I tried to eject an Amy Winehouse cd and she just wouldn't let go.  Now the deck is permanently stuck in "cd eject" mode but the cd never comes out.  So now my only option for music in my car is to listen to the local radio stations through the not great sound system I have.  Let me just say, enough with the pink already please you're killing me.

Now the only time I ever listen to my music is when I do yoga.  I really got used to having my music cranked up to drown out the jackhammering going on next door, I realize now that I should be enjoying the birds singing outside but I'm still hooked.  Anyways this morning I finally got my music playing through speakers instead of just playing it off my phone and it was glorious.  It was like hearing for the first time.

Which leads me to the point of the picture of joel osteen.  There were a couple songs in a row that, thanks to my yoga/music high, really blew my mind.  The first was Cake's cover of "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps" which I was trying to find to link on here in case you haven't heard it because it really is amazing.  I mean it's an amazing song to begin with and they can't really take too much credit for that, but Cake holds a special place in my heart as being one of those bands of my youth so I really like it.  You can really apply any person or thing in your life in place of the singer and it works.  I was doing it with yoga, that it was yoga or my body wanting to do yoga singing the song to me.  I do that a lot with songs, is that weird?

However I couldn't find anything that made any sense to link here for your listening pleasure.  I guess there was no music video for the song? It seemed like everything I found was really disturbing and I didn't want it on my blog.  When I did an image search I was scanning through some similarly strange images when I came across Joel Osteen and I laughed out loud.  I don't really see the connection but if it works for you then go with it.

Haha anyways I just looked to see what the other song was that really hit home with me just now while I was yogaing and it was a Mariah song so I guess I'll spare you all from that since my cake music moment was kind of ruined.  I really wish there were a way I could do like mini playlists for my posts.  Songs that best reflect my mood at the moment, or what I'm listening to.  Haha like just now when Tom Jones came on and I immediately started dancing like a lounge singer.

Any ideas?   I would look something up but now I'm too invested in dancing.  But feel free to email me.

beachy keen

I'm running out of titles for my "walking on the beach" posts so I'm going to have to resort to the kinds of tacky sayings featured on gaudy multicolored keychains.  The kind of keychains I would (and do) own.

Anyways I needed to get out of the house yesterday and it was beautiful right around 5 so I decided to drive down to the beach and watch the sunset, yet again.  I had a really nice phone conversation with Jon and while we were talking I found these nice hearts somebody had made.  They remind me of his tattoo.

And I wouldn't have found them either if some crazy lady on an atv hadn't scared me away from my original place, here:

which was beautiful but I ended up being totally pleased with my spot at the end of the island here:

Which had not only the delightful row of seashell hearts (there were more than pictured) but also had the following views:

Does anybody else look out over the vast expanse of ocean and suddenly become overwhelmed with the sensation that we're just on a big rock hurtling around space?  If so, please email me so we can discuss further, because boy did I have a lot to say on the subject last night.

About every twenty minutes between those pictures and sunset everything changed dramatically.  The color of the sun, the colors of the sky and water, the beach, it was wild.  I tried to capture it on my phone camera but didn't really do it justice.

I remember looking at these pictures as I was taking them and thinking about how photography is one of those things that, as much as I enjoy, I will never be any good at.  I mean, I do ok when it's a camera like the one on my phone that is literally just point and click, and when my subject is impossible to mess up.  But when I was actually taking photography classes in college, man did I suck.  The only way I passed that class was by doing copious amounts of extra credit and being a total teachers pet.  I didn't mind though, my teacher was really funny and one of those secret gems.  I actually liked all the fine arts teachers at my college, maybe I should have switched majors.

Oh wait, except that I am terrible at fine art, that's right.  That was the whole point of this rambling.  I mean I would always have really good intentions for my photos but there would always be a glaring technical error, either in the way the picture was taken or the way it was developed.  I spent hours in the photo lab senior year with my hands immersed in the chemical bath.  Oh the chemical bath.  I think my teacher felt bad because she saw how hard I tried and how easily I failed so she ended up giving me an ok grade even though most of my pictures were pretty awful.  I guess that's one of the lessons we learn in life, that sometimes just because you enjoy something doesn't mean you're good at it.

So instead I will just continue to take easy pictures and stick with what I am good at.  Rambling.

At this point I remember being blown away by the thought of how much sky I was looking at the sun through.  I know, make fun of me all you want, but it's true.  I mean really, think about it.  When the sun is directly overhead you are experiencing it through the least amount of space and interference.  When you are looking at it at this extreme an angle you are looking at it through this sky, and all the sky overhead between here and the horizon and then some.  I think this was also somehow tied in to the rock hurtling through space thing.

The point is that the sunset makes me have some crazy thoughts man.

I literally watched until all the light was completely gone, and realized at some point during that I was definitely causing damage to my eyes.  But it was so worth it!  I felt like a nazi looking in to the Ark.  I knew it was wrong, but I just had to see it with my own eyes.

And here it is, no more sun:

the end

reflection

Who is this girl I see, staring straight back at me?

I find it impossible to go to the beach at this time of night and not be overcome with the need to be introspective.  I think it has to do with the finality of seeing the sun go down beyond the water.  In the city you only get that good hour when the sun is directly overhead, otherwise you live in a world of shadow save for the glimpses of light you get between the buildings.  I think it adds to the sensation of days just melting together in new york.  Even before the sun sets all the lights come on so you're never really given the chance to experience the daily changes that come with the sun rising and setting.

But here on the beach it's hard to ignore.

Last night there was an old man sitting on the beach on one of those walkers that turns in to a stool.  When we got there he was just sitting and watching the sunset and I kept thinking how classic the scene looked, and wondering what was going through his mind as he watched it.  Did he come out here every day to watch the sunset?  Once a week?  Has he lived here his whole life?  Did he retire here?

When we were on our way back to the car I discovered that the man and his wife had parked right next to us.  He was standing at the open trunk trying to get his walker folded up while she offered encouragement by standing next to him.  As I passed them I noticed the license plate on their car said they were from Alaska.

Totally adds a new dimension to him sitting on the beach watching the sunset.  Funny that I thought maybe he comes out to watch it every day, forgetting that people will drive thousands of miles just to see the sunsets that I could see every day if I wanted.  And I imagine the scope of his reflections would be much greater than mine.

Or maybe he was so doped up on meds that he was just enjoying the colors in the sky and I'm reading way more in to the situation than is there.

Either way it gave me a lot to think about.  It looks like another beautiful day today, hopefully I'll be able to make it to the beach for sunset.

fool me once

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Yesterday wasn't a particularly eventful day for me but I did have several errands I had to run and places I had to be at specific times.  So in the morning after my coffee was drunk and my shower was taken I was all ready to go when I had vision.  A vision of love.

I pictured little Meghan sitting at her desk, surrounded by dressmaker forms in various stages of undress, deciding to take a break from her emails to so and so from the house of such and such and check out my blog.  But oh well, I didn't have time to post anything because I was too busy rollerblading down the boardwalk in my hotpants, so little Meghan is left cold and alone buried deep underneath the temple of dendur.

So before I can leave the house I drop everything and do a post, just in case I don't make it home before 5, thinking, 'my fans need me, i can't let them down' or some self gratifying bullshit like that.  Oh, yeah.

It wasn't until I met my family for dinner at our usual monday night hotspot when I stopped to consider, 'hmmm, there sure aren't the usual amount of people here today.  Come to think of it, there have been people in all sorts of weird places for a monday, and then other places seem completely empty'.

And then it hit me, like that time at Alex's when I defended Andrew and Brittany slapped me across the face.  I haven't forgotten, I will never forget.

It's MLK day, everybody has the day off.  I bet not a single person is even going to go to my blog today because they are all out enjoying their day off.

And so it was true, and you guys got two posts yesterday, and they weren't even throw away posts of kitty looking handsome either.  They were legit posts with stories.  Well enjoy, I'm way past my one a day quota so don't be surprised if one of these bleary eyed thursdays that you dread so much you crank up the old interwebs thinking you'll entertain yourself with your little dancing monkey, and it's just the same thing from the day before.

Or I'll probably just continue to post pictures of kitty.  Esp because yesterday we got him a handsome new collar.  It has a bell, his favorite!

nice guy

The weather was actually nice enough yesterday that we had a mini beach adventure.  It was my first time taking my new car out to the beach and it was just as enjoyable as I had imagined.

We decided to go to Siesta which of course meant that we attracted a few fans, the first seen above.  I blame the sun chips.  I know I've ranted about how loud the bags are before but they are seriously a problem at the beach.  I mean seagulls are already conditioned to listen for the crinkle of a delicious snack bag but then when you amplify the sound by like 800 times it's just asking for trouble.  At Siesta there is usually one seagull who finds you first and then he defends you from the others.  They will sometimes get dangerously close but for the most part that first seagull will spend his time dancing around and scaring off the others.  I usually make friends with the first one and learn to enjoy his company while keeping a watchful eye.  Much like my relationship with kitty.

Of course this also reminds me of how I almost always get in to a fight with somebody when I'm at Siesta.  When Jon and I were there once we had a similar experience where one seagull was our friend and protected us from the others.  At the very end of the day, after having been there all day with this one seagull friend, we were leaving and I dropped a chip in the sand so I tossed it to him.  Well who should come bounding up, stopping from her jog, but this town and country lockjaw bitch.  She was like a my size barbie.

"Excuse me, hi is it ok if you don't feed the seagulls?  We live in a beach community here and we are trying to discourage people from feeding the seagulls because they eat the eggs of some of the other indigenous birds"

Yes.  You're right, I know I shouldn't feed the seagulls, but you don't need to talk to me like I just landed here fresh from Ontario.  I used my discretion and decided that under the circumstances, I wanted to feed this one particular seagull.  I wasn't like grabbing fistfuls of sunchips and tossing them in to the sky.  And if we really want to split hairs then lets talk about how the beach community that you are a part of is contributing more to the decline of the local wildlife than the seagulls are.

Of course if I had said all that then I would have been no better than her, a nosy parker who likes butting in to other people's lives.  So instead I played dumb and pretended to be from out of town.

And I guess her tirade worked too because the guy pictured above did not get a single sun chip this time. I feel bad, he was nice.

1st time

Yesterday it was in the 70's by 10am, if you're wondering why I didn't post anything it was because I was sunworshiping.

Anyways I finally got to do yoga outside on the deck and oh was it glorious.  I have done yoga outside in the past, but always with other people, this was the first time that I've had an area like this were I could do my thing outside.  Just me, my undies, the sun, and kitty rummaging around in the bushes and terrifying me.

Truly he was terrible.  That back fence at the end of the yard goes up against another home's lawn and they have some kind of snarly growly bulldog sounding thing.  I assumed that kitty would hear his heavy breathing and learn to stay away but instead he likes to sit on his side of the fence and terrorize the dog.  He creeps around making little noises in the bushes and the dog comes running over barking and then his owner yells at him for chasing squirrels.

Eventually kitty chilled out and, save for a brief run in with a bee, my outside yoga experience went off without a hitch.  Of course it's back to overcast and chilly today again so it's off to run errands on another boring monday.

tease

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Haha this came up in the search results for "tease" on google.  That says tease to me!

But the real point was that I wanted to write about how the weather has been a tease lately.  Either really cold, but beautiful, or temperate like today, but then overcast with the threat of rain always looming overhead.

However, now, after having seen this hilarious couple, I feel it mundane to talk about the weather.  But I really have nothing else to talk about.

Well there is this, when we got home just now I found kitty snoozing in his favorite chair.  I didn't notice at first but he was covered in something, some kind of herb.  Then I looked over and found the answer.  He had used his super sleuth skills to climb on the counter and find his bag of catnip.  When he realized I had discovered what he had done he had to come over and revel in it.

yahtzee a-hole

Please note the name that scott put down for himself.  So obnoxious.  Especially because he did end up beating me almost every game, and usually it was only by like 3 points.  Oh and believe you me he lorded it over me the whole time.  Rude.

adventures at Home Depot

First of all this is some Sybil shit going on here and I like it.  Whether he's Bob, Tom, or Clay II, I trust that he does in fact purify the air.  I mean he is essentially a real life Mr. Clean so I don't see why it's not possible.

Florida is a funny place in that there are all these gigantic stores that were built because of unlimited space and budgets, but now sit empty because they won't hire anybody to work in them.  Best Buy has about 15 registers but I've never seen more than one person working at a register at any given time.  Home Depot on the other hand always seems to be teeming with employees, milling about and cracking jokes like it's Showtime at the Apollo.  They all seemed really interested in why I was taking this picture so I finally said, "I just like that he purifies the air" and this one older guy looks at me and goes, "Oh he does a lot more than that".

Other gems from our trip to Home Depot included this guy:

I wonder what makes it macho.  Or is it all an act?  Like when Edd picks fights with me when we're drunk and then rips off my necklace but immediately starts blubbering like a baby and apologizing for it. Reeeeaaaal tough guy you got there Ariel.

But the real icing on the cake that was my adventure yesterday was when a certain special surprise came whipping around the corner in the appliances department.  The woman pushing the cart did not seem to be the nicest person ever so I decided to try and take a candid photo instead of asking her outright if I could.  Here's the best that I could do:

There are three of them and they are wearing matching pink sweaters with rhinestone collars and I swear every single one of them looked me in the eyes and smiled at me.  I want to be her when I grow up.  After she left the appliances area I could still figure out where in the store they were because I would just hear gentle grumbling and snuffling coming from the aisle next to me or wherever.  They were so nice!!!!!

And they say New York is full of characters.  NYC has got nothing on southern florida.

He's dreaming he's flying

He's a precious precious angel!  How is this comfortable?

Also, for your viewing enjoyment, here is a video I made of me trying to brush him with his new brush.  I bought it because they had a picture on the packaging of somebody brushing a nice doggy and he looked so happy.  I figured if kitty enjoyed it even half as much as that doggy then it would be well worth it.

And turns out he enjoys it more.  He almost has a crack fiend look in his eyes.  The video starts out slow but if you want to see the rage of a thousand suns just keep watching.  And enjoy!

I don't remember

Found this picture on my phone but I don't really remember taking it.  I think I was in St. Petersburg.

They look like some fine hats.

haha

This says "happy holidays" to me.  Face down in the gutter.

Come on people, its almost mid January, and it's not like you have a really extravagant display to take down.  Time to pick frosty up, clean the sick off him, and store him in the attic till next year.

wtf is this?

When has this ever been a name?  I really don't understand.  The funny thing is that we were just discussing how I've gotten in the habit of saying my full name because it seems like people can understand it better than a monosyllabic name, but people never cease to amaze me. 

I really don't understand it but I know that it's common for people to think that this is how the name is spelled/pronounced, so this still comes in second to the guy who spelled my name "Banjamin" and then acted like I was nuts for saying there was a typo. 

"How do you spell it?" 

ummmm, like the bible?  And if not the bible then I'm sure you've heard plenty of rap songs where they discuss how they've been spending their benjamins.  Or enjoyed Miss Congeniality with one Benjamin Bratt, there is no excuse. 

le tigre

I told ariel that I either want this airbrushed on the side of my van or emblazoned on the back of my jean jacket. 

Either way this is some Siegfried and Roy shit.  I mean he is giving face like he was in the bottom two last week. 

just like battletoads

How fun do these games look right?  I like the nice poodle with the star glasses on.  Reminds me of a certain poodle who's name rhymes with "umbreeeellllaaaaa".

But the point of this story is about video games and how my brother always manages to pull a con job on me.  When I was like 10 years old my dad said that he would buy me whatever video game I wanted for my birthday and the game I wanted more than anything else was Super Mario 2.  You know, the one that was all a crazy dream where you rode around in rocket powered shopping carts and fought against egg shooting dinosaurs.  As opposed to the real life mario where you eat mushrooms and try to avoid ravenous man eating plants. 

But when the time came and we got to the store my brother pulls some scam on me as usual and convinced me to buy Battletoads.  If you're not familiar here is the game played through in its completion, though you can skip around and pretty much get the gist of it.  Go directly to 1:35ish to see ariel.  I swear it's her. 



Now anybody who knows me knows, 'fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, not unlikely either...'

So here we go again.  What I really wanted to get was the new Donkey Kong game for the wii but my brother talked me in to getting the new Epic Mickey instead.  Now I'll admit, so far it's no battletoads, it's been pretty good, but I have a feeling that I'll still yearn for that great ape's warm embrace. 

I guess the only option is to play through it quickly, sell it to my brother, then use the money to just buy Donkey Kong myself.  Must get back to work then. 

skyrockets in flight

I am really enjoying the Florida lifestyle.  It's like the state was designed for lounging.  High intensity lounging.

I'm anxious for tomorrow, hoping my car will be out of the shop.  Is this really my life now.  Dealing with my car being in the shop?  Doesn't seem right.

babes babes

I assumed that it was a strip club but upon further inspection found that it was a furniture store. 

Either way it's my kind of establishment. 

sunset on siesta

I feel like a bit of a broken record but I'm sorry, it doesn't get much better than this.  It's early January and this is what my afternoons are filled with. 

I was trying to get all the lifeguard stands in the shot, they are each painted a different color.  And it's really incredible how big the beach is down here.  I mean I couldn't even get the entire sand area in one shot. 

Scott claims that there is an aurora borealis thing in sarasota where an emerald beam of light appears right at sunset.  I've never heard of such a thing and certainly have never seen it but now I'm determined to find out if it's real.  Either way the sunsets are beautiful, and the water turns the most incredible color at this time of day.

I don't know who Jose is but I feel like I love him too. 

Such nice penmanship.

snoozin on his throne

 Kitty's favorite spot is this chair, I think mostly because he can easily and quickly cover the entire cushion with his hair.  Well and he looks particularly adorable curled up here. 

I keep wondering if he misses his life in nyc or if he's happy to be in a more proper home. 

I guess the important thing is that he seems comfortable.