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i loved our weekend escapade to banner elk, north carolina.
first of all, how can you not be charmed by a place called ‘banner elk’. the name alone conjures up steaming hot cocoa in a log cabin.
it reminded me a lot of small towns in new zealand – what with the clean air, the mountains, the rivers, waterfalls and good, wholesome, toothless people. actually i have no idea if they were wholesome. but i can’t imagine how you could live in that kind of natural loveliness and not be a nice person.
the weekend was full without any real agenda – my favorite. we explored collin’s college and drank copious cups of coffee. we fed ducks. and napped. we played pool and i found out dev is a ping pong pro. we learned useless trivia and hurt our brains playing boggle. i ate the best lasagna of my life and got to do it all with a family that adores each other and life in general. can’t really beat that.
in other news, a lot of tennessee gas stations are running dry because of the shortage due to the hurricane. so then people went crazy and decided to panic and keep topping up their tanks causing huge lines. supposedly there was a shooting the other day because someone cut in line to get gas. it makes me wonder what americans would do if crisis really hit. not just ‘i can’t drive my SUV because it’s out of gas’ crisis, but ‘i can’t feed my child’ crisis. how would we handle real adversity?
this week i’m eagerly anticipating the arrival of lashface. i’m also planning on going to a yoga class. or hiring two people to grab my arms and legs and stretch me out. the second option sounds like a lot less work on my part and perhaps more satisfying.
over the weekend i met a screech owl at the wildlife rehabilitation center. and now i want one. if you saw it you would want one too.
this weekend i’m going on a little roadtrip with dev and his maw and paw to boone, north carolina. we are going to visit devon’s younger brother. and frolic in the mountains.
i don’t know why i wrote ‘maw’ and ‘paw’ but i think it has to do with the fact that i’ve decided that this is how people in boone talk. and i’m getting ready.
like any savvy traveler i looked up where we are going. but then i got distracted by pictures like this brilliant kodak moment.
in other news, next week sir ryan lash will be back in nashville. we will smoke hookah and drink tea and reminisce on days of yore. then we will all pile into his mum’s car and drive to austin. oh so much fun to be had.
to conclude, if you have any spare time can you whisk up an iphone roadtrip application for me? complete with games and audio books and a complete listing of all the cracker barrel’s in america?
marabeth came home the other day with a confession. she had bought her first pair of crocs.
what is the world coming to? first the turbulent economy and disastrous hurricanes. and now this. really? is it too much to ask for a peaceful, non eventful weekend full of picnics and posies?
what is a posy/posie anyway? and who cares enough to look it up?
the feeling i have about crocs is pretty much hostility with a dash of repulsion.
i know they are just shoes. and i know they are “super comfortable”. and yes, i’ve even heard you can eat them for sustenance if you are stuck in the dessert with no food. but i was still in the ‘vehemently opposed to crocs and probably won’t be changing my mind any time soon’ camp.
until i tried on her pair.
it was like stepping into a cloud of marshmallow magic. little invisible trampolines put a bounce in every step i took. so light! so easy to slip on and off! suddenly i felt like dancing to ABBA.
sudden realization: i didn’t want to take them off.
just so we are clear: i still loathe the original crocs. the only exception being those on toddler feet, and then it doesn’t matter because little feet look cute always. preferably shoe and sockless actually.
the pair marabeth bought are the ‘malindi‘ version. they pretend to be a ballet flat. and they don’t knock you on the head with their blatant disregard for style. under jeans you barely notice them. i call them convert crocs. because, let’s be honest here, now i want a pair.
in order to reclaim some dignity i can attest that i EXTRA hate the shoes below. the merging between original croc and heel. whoever thought up this marriage should be locked away. with the person that designed the cellophane wrapping on CDs. they would probably get along.
okay so i admit it, i’m a flighty blogger. nothing for days and then BAM(!) i’m bulk blogging to make up for it.
my bombardment of posts would not be complete without mention of the below song. it will always remind me of dev because he will decide, at random intervals in the day, that we need to listen to it. that it’s important to stop everything and start an impromptu dance party.
in other news:
i’ve been busy gearing up for the broadway season to start – the first show we are presenting is avenue q. i’m preparing for an outraged overly conservative southerner to throw a bible at my head. i’m just hoping it’s the paperback version.
i have discovered (thanks to anusce) the perfect sweet treat sans cane sugar: key lime pie lara bars. mmm. now i’m craving one.
i refuse to acknowledge that summer is nearly over.
raw onions give me headaches but i forget and eat them anyway.
i’m planning a road trip extravaganza with ryan lash to austin.
pine nuts take any dish to the next level. that next level is ‘level awesome’.
i’m spending a whole lot of time with this boy which results in feeling like the luckiest girl.
but i should. everything they do is magic. i love their advertising. the trendy mac vs dorky pc ads? brilliant. i even love the packaging apple uses. my iphone box was so pretty that i want to cuddle it as i sleep at night.
how can you look at the ad below and not want to lick the screen? case and point.
i don’t think i’ve been blatant enough about my iphone adoration in this sphere, so let me rectify that by stating for the record that this little contraption has firmly lodged itself into my heart.
and it continues to astound me with its powers. for instance, midomi -an application you can get for free- where you hum or sing a few bars of a song and it can tell you the name of the song, the artist, and a direct one click method of purchasing the track.
goodbye to those frustrating moments when you have a song running through your head and you don’t know who sings it. hello genius who created this application, can we be friends?
obsessed? maybe. ashamed to love an object so much? heck no.
the security guard in my building continues to amuse me. today he pointed out that he has an ‘elvis duck’. of course, i had to take a picture. please note the makeshift elvis calendar he has fashioned for himself in the background. oh and lest you forget, he is also an exotic dancer.
so we went to the sushi nazi (sam) last friday and he is back to hating me. sigh. i don’t know how to handle this emotional roller coaster ride.
as soon as we walked in, all cheerful and ready for some delicious sushi, he started barking orders and telling us we needed to back away from the counter. followed with a demand that we write our three orders on the same order form.
he pointed to a table where there was already a customer and growled ‘you go. sit there’. do you know how awkward it is to go to a table where someone is unassumingly eating their lunch and tell them that you have just been instructed to sit with them? super awkward.
so we figure out what we want. write it carefully on one form. double check it, knowing there is no room for error. and i gingerly go up to give it to him. i thought if i made eye contact an smile he’d remember me, and in that moment of recognition he’d drop his malice and we’d be buddies again.
no such luck. he glares at me and i retreat back to our table.
when our sushi was ready we didn’t hear him say our name, and so he begins yelling at us from behind the counter. the other customer’s sympathetic eyes follow me as i go up to the counter and retrieve our plates heaped with sushi and seaweed salad.
we spent our lunch talking in hushed tones, scared to tip the delicate balance of sam’s tolerance for us.
did i mention that he doesn’t accept tips? that he actually has a no tipping policy and if you tip him he gets mad and throws the money back at you? he also has a sign that says ‘i’m fine’ because he doesn’t want people to ask him how he’s doing.
the problem is that now all i want is to be liked by sam. i want to walk in and have his face light up as he calls me ‘golzi’.
something tells me that is not going to happen any time soon.
ps. only $5 for these two massive rolls. such-a-deal.
1. las paletas (today dev had his first – pineapple/lime – otherwise known as so refreshing you want to bathe in it deliciousness. i had hibiscus – hol’s favorite. who knew a flower could be so flavorsome?)
2. open, honest, communication. i love being able to talk without censoring or layers or filters. consulting has taken on a whole new meaning.
3. pandora. and the fact that my iphone has a pandora application so while i sit at my desk i can just play ‘chromeo radio’ all day long. i’ll give YOU bonafide loving iphone. mwah.
4. friendships that are not weakened by distance or time apart. i have many friends who i haven’t seen in months, others who i haven’t seen in years. and yet, i know with certainty, that if they walked into my house right now i’d make tea, carefully choose a mug that suited their style, and we’d start up wherever we left off.
5. DHG and his infectious enthusiasm and unbridled happiness. a tangible, inspiring example of what it means to be a ‘team mate’ and how to love with complete abandon.
6. the flowers i notice that grow out of the cracks in the concrete as i walk to work.
7. adventurers and artists.
8. the sushi nazi who used to scare me and now begrudgingly puts up with me when i go in an order just a heaping plate of edemame. on my last visit he even gave me a nickname – golzi.
9. the moments big and small where nothing else really matters.
for whatever reason a recent trip to some random drugstore in middle-of-no-where-america with roxanne and marabeth proved to be a denizen of hilarity. maybe it was because when we walked in there was a weird tapestry of a hero who we didn’t recognize at all, or the near impossible hunt to find ear plugs, or the eye patch that for whatever reason i nearly purchased just so i could wear it and speak like a pirate.
what i want to know, is who, under the age of 80, buys ear plugs? dear world – i present you with marabeth joy reichel.