Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas

Here in ATL, it's a W E T Christmas, but praise God, we need it!
I got my first Christmas ornament this year! Thanks, Krizzle. Cheers to new traditions. I'm off to have Christmas pasta with a good friend. Someday, I'd like to have a family Christmas again.

Aubs

Sunday, December 16, 2007

My Favorite Bum

Every day, I drive a heckuva haul to get home from work. Every day, I pass this spot where Interstate 20E hits Interstate 85N in downtown ATL. Right where they merge, there's an overpass. Right under the overpass, there's always a bedroll with a little pillow. Sometimes, traffic is bad and I look around.... wondering if the homeless dude/tte will return "home" while I sit in my car.

I really want to adopt my bum and drop some goodies off for Christmas. The problem is, I can't find a place to pull over and I don't know if it's a shebum or a hebum (though I guess the least of a bum's worries is what color his coat is). The other thing is, what if it's a cracked out bum and he catches me over by his stuff? I would think a homeless person would get pretty testy to find a stranger approaching his roll.

SO--I have a dilemma. All I want for Christmas is to be able to drop off some canned goods, a coat, a good book, and maybe some socks to this Mystery Bedroll Dweller. I'm just not really sure how to make it happen. I'd like even better to invite them home for Christmas, but that would be looney.

Maybe I can start by throwing letters out my window in old soda bottles??

Help. I need a strategy.

Aubrey

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Life without silly

Is boring. It just is.

Everyone get silly. now. please. you'll be glad you did.

;)

Aubs

Saturday, December 8, 2007

This is amazing

Thanks, B. :)



The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s desire.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

By: Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Julie Rocks!

Tonight, we went to Julie's engagement party (there is absolutely nothing better than discovering the hidden ping pong table in the basement of ye-olde-fancy-host-of-the-party-house). Julie, I'm so happy for you! I'm so happy you're so happy. :) And Jeff, you give one heckuva toast, man. :o)

I love friends. The other night, Julie reminded me of two things. You know those times when you friends tell you things and it's like the Lord is saying, "LISTEN! Are you Listening??" :) Weeelll.......

1. The most important thing in a relationship (any relationship) is that Christ is the center.

2. Each person in your life is a gift. It's not a question of "Am I what they need?" and "Are they what I need?", it's a matter of "Lord, why did you bring this person into my life and what are your plans in this?" Sometimes, I get so wrapped up in my own plans, I forget my life isn't exactly MINE to plan anymore. Every person we enounter is a gift from the Lord and vice versa.
That's g o o d s t u f f.


Tis the season to gift yourself. and re-gift yourself. ;)
Thanks for my friends, Lord.

Aubrey

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Suuuuuueey!


Note: Don't have your bridesmaid dress out after just having tried it on . . . and then decide to cook bacon. Maybe if I hang it out on the porch for a few hours I won't make everyone at the wedding hungry for IHOP. Ya think? ;)

Aubrey

Sunday, November 25, 2007

What is a bezier?

My screensaver is hypnotic. You know it has been a wild week when you can stare for 3-minutes at a screensaver. hrrrmmm...

Thanksgiving Ponderings

The Official Stuffing Challenge of 2007 is over. I'm leaving cornbread stuffing to Southern Grannies. Mine was bland and soggy. I have found a new love in brocolli au gratin. Yowza. Sweet potato pie. Love it. French silk, cranberries, ... would a plate of leftovers count as a carry-on?

Florida is hilarious during the holidays. Picture Bermuda shirts, shorts, bright blue Christmas lights, and a blow up Santa chilling in the yard with a BBQ.

I want more holiday traditions in my life. Three cheers for mistletoe, decorating, live trees, and advent. What are some other good ones?

Why do I always get the "lucky you" tag at the airport and get searched? It's time to buy a lottery ticket.

Tomorrow, it's back to the routine.
3 weeks and 4 days until Christmas break! Who's counting? ;)

Love. Hugs. Holidays.

Aubrey

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Buddies



We've always been a stylish pair. ;) Do you think the neighbors thought we were homeless?

Aubs

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Purpose and Intentions

Man! Life goes by so fast. Intentions are nothing. Intentions are really good ideas that I let slip by because I'm lazy. Intentions are things I never really meant to do in the first place (or I would, right?).

Purpose is having a plan. Purpose is something I've wrapped my life around. It's something I feel like the Lord has called me to in this season of my life. What are your specific purposes for me, Lord?

Number One:
36-months and I'll be debt free! I've got a plan, baby, and by the grace of God, I'll get there.

Aubrey J

Talkin 'bout myyy girl :)



Skylar, you're gorgeous!
I love ya!

Babu

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Kentucky home

Yeah, my folks are moving to Kentucky. Mom, Dad, you're crazy gypsies. :) In honor of Kentucky, some facts:

1. Cheeseburgers were first served in Louisville.

2. Cumberland is the only waterfall in the world to regularly show a moonbow. It's near Corbin, KY.

3. A couple of sisters in Louisville created "Happy Birthday to You".

4. Pikeville leads the nation in Pepsi consumption every year.

5. A Kentuckian invented the radio.

Thank you, Kentucky. Good luck, folkies. You'll do great wherever you go, but dang it (!), I wish you'd try ATL!

Aubs

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Random Thoughts

Recently, I bet someone $3.00 that "clonkus" was in the dictionary. Am I really the ONLY one who uses that word? I thought for sure it was authentic American English! Argh. I'm still not really over the loss. Webster needs to get on the ball. ehem.

TI is in jail. What a punk. Can't anyone "represent" with some level of excellence?


Phooey! Who IS that girl ruining the perfect lineup? C'mon, woman! Get your face in L I N E. heh. A was a princess-- utterly beautiful. It's nice to see a couple building something really worthwhile together. That's the good stuff. Yeah, baby.

Aubrey

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

A Hopeless Job

This is, like,job security for, such as, teachers. Awwww....I know.... that's not nice. Poor kid.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Scary, Angry Toll Man

Ok, calling all men for some insight:

I'm driving up 400 as I'm prone to do, unfortunately.

I'm heading toward the toll stop and realize I need a cashier (I'm changeless as I'm prone to be).

There are a few cars in front of me in the cashier line and I'm looking around (I'm a social driver, what can I say?).

So, I just happen to make eye contact with the dude in front of me in his side mirror. He looks so ANGRY that I'm almost scared. I look back and confirm: Yep, he's still super angry looking. I pull down my visor so I won't accidentally look again. I nickname him "Scary Angry Man".

Then, when I get to the cashier, she says, "You're good, honey. The car ahead of you paid your toll."

EH? WHY would Scary Angry Man (SAM) have paid my toll? Is hiding behind my visor because I think a man may be possessed considered FLIRTING?

Maybe it's a lesson that sometimes, expressions can be misleading.
...or maybe I shouldn't be such a social driver...

You can take a girl from the country, but... dooodedooo

Aubrey

Monday, October 1, 2007

Duluth Fall Festival


I think maybe this is the first scene from Hitchcock's Birds.

A genuis at work: FAIR HAIR! Mohawks, glitter, Suess-like creations, and voila! Business was booming!


There's nothing like boiled peanuts, muscadine, and sasparilla to ease one's way into a southern evening. eerrr...yeah...

Could the weather have been more perfect? Let me answer that.... No.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Whatta Week!

Since last Thursday, I've:

1. Seen the islands of Georgia
2. Made a bunch of new friends.


3. Played on the beach.
4. Seen a million frogs! Frogs are so cool!
Jump
5. Spent some time with Krizzle and the Vegas-style frisbee. ;)

...and a bunch of other stuff. :)

Aubrey

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Haterator Sound Off

I love my gal friends.

I hate being the only one in the crowd who realizes the stranger who called Romanians "a bunch of Communists" and scoffed at my friends was an A.Howl.

I hate having to call information to hunt for a cab company and hope I have enough bills to get home. I have to get up for work in 3 hours.

I hate leaving a trail of full complimentary beers at random tables all night.

I hate that I don't know myself well enough by now to understand that... that just isn't my scene.

Period. I'm done.

I'm done. I'd rather be playing tennis or kickball or painting...or grading papers. Seriously. I'll never be a club girl. I'll never be an astronaut either. It's time to get real.

....and it's time to buy a hammock. What a gorgeous day!

Aubrey

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Take me out to the...RO-gaine!

I was flipping through channels the other night while elliptical machining and stopped for 4-minutes on the Braves/Mets game.


I saw 30-seconds of Donald Trump's combover, thank you Zoom Lens.

I saw a Mets player blow a killer BubbleYum bubble on his way to first (way to multi-task,dude! a little pro ball, a little bubble blowing contest....all in a day's work).

I saw another 30-seconds of close-up footage of the Trump scalp. I guess he must be a Mets fan?

aaaaaaaand....not to leave out 2-minutes of baseball. ;)

Aubrey

p.s. I don't understand the male baldness insecurity. Some men look really awesome with clean-shaven heads. I read a study once that said balding men have more testosterone. I'd say it's a fair trade. :) C'mon, Donald! Love that bald head!

Friday, September 7, 2007

The Wind beneath Smoltz's fast flyers

What an AWESOME night for my first Braves game! Who knew I loved ball games? My favorites of the night:

1. The giant vats of mustard
2. The kiss cam...uh huh
3. That perfect little slide, then pop up into third (was that Teixeiera?)
4. Watching a real pro pitcher have a real good night.
5. Yunel Escobar
6. The gorgeous,perfect for being outside weather
7. Hanging out with a good friend :)
8. The hotdog I was S A V I N G for my first Braves game (haven't had a dog in a few years, but MAN was it good tonight!).
9. Making wagers with the 8-year old sitting next to me.
10. Realizing baseball isn't dead after all.

Monday, September 3, 2007

Calm

I don't get headaches. Except, tonight... I have one. I've tried all the tricks I know to bust the thing. Trick #27-- Tazo Calm Tea.

The label claims:

"A single cup of Tazo Calm has been known to have the same effect as sitting for 45 minutes in a mountain meadow on a sunny day with your shoes off."

I'd settle for 3 good minutes. eh. Maybe I'll forget the hot water and chew on the darn bag. ;) mmmm... a tea bag habit. I could carry a wad of tea bags in my back pocket and really get my bottom lip in shape. Perhaps I'd fit in enough with the farm boys back in the Midwest that they'd teach me to bale hay. Maybe I'd finally get George Strait's autograph. I digress....

Dear headache, Go away. I mean it. Most Sincerely, Aubrey
(Trick #32--a personal letter)

I guess squinting at a computer screen can't help, but I have so much to do!

holiday catch up. vaccuuming. gorgeous days. dang cranky cranium.

A-che-ubrey

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Looky, Ookie



Ok, It's a crying shame and a darn waste. I conducted an informal poll of middle school students the other day and probably 50% of male students surveyed wanted to be involved in professional sports at some point in life.



Michael Vick was born in the seedy Newport News, VA to a 16-year-old girl who already had one child. His mom ran a tight ship, but his dad wasn't around when he was growing up.

Boys in the poorer parts of town dream of professional sports like the Blue Collars dream of the Lotto!

Sooo...Vick was a kid with a rough start who really "made it". Now, he's going to jail. Stupid. Gambling and brutally killing dogs. Vick, why'd you do it? It couldn't have been about the money?

So, the Falcons lose one of the only good things they had going for them. No wonder the locals tune in to college ball. Oklahoma State is going down. Indeed.

Good night. Days off. I am newly in love with Labor Day!

Aubrey

Monday, August 20, 2007

North Fulton Dining

I love this place. You said it, Mel. Delish.
PERFECT for a breezy evening a few hours after working out...when you're j u s t hungry again. Good food, good eats, good Lord Father, thank you for the talents that put this place together. mmmm mmmmm good.

Creative Loafing's Review

Sunday, August 19, 2007

the Kirbles



Hey Kebs,

You know... pretty soon, your little girl will have as many nicknames as you did when we were growing up. Didn't I call you Svensen at one point? That's what love is all about, girl....errrr...Svensen. ;)

Let's be neighbors. Think about it. Atlanta has jobs, preschools, Reserves bases, schools, mountains, lakes, highways that lead to large bodies of water, highways that lead to Mom and Pops, aaaaaaaaand me. :)

Love. Propositions. You should visit and check it out.

Arbalita

p.s. What kind of dog is A. again?

Sunday, August 12, 2007

It could've been worse!

I swallowed a Junior Mint WHOLE at the movies last night. Do not attempt an uproarious cackle while eating a Junior Mint. :) Thank goodness they're squishy. Alas, it could have been worse.

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Aubs

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Oh, Christopher Reeve

How must it have felt for a completely ACTIVE dude to lose the ability to wave even his hand? It must've been like he lost himself in that fall. It must've felt like a horrible trick...like the worst thing that might happen. Ever.

I haven't been in this much pain in years. Road rash. It's just road rash. I haven't been shot or maimed, really. It could be so much worse.

Lesson Learned:
1. Wear knee pads
2 There is a moment, subconscious or not, in so many situations when I think we have a choice: be free OR chose to fear. Yes, I think fear is a choice. There was a moment rolling down that hill when I think I allowed myself to be afraid and that's when I fell. It happens in relationships, sports, jobs, etc. It kills. Fear kills.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
I really don't understand how people in pain on those hospital infomercials can be soooo sweet. I am grouchy as a green trash-dwelling muppet.

Aubrey

Monday, August 6, 2007

Smatterings on the Pavement

So, I bit the pavement the other day rollerblading.
So, I left a blood mark the size of my fist on the trail.
So, I somehow managed to land on the backside of my upper thigh.
It's pretty darn mangled.

I've discovered I'm not as tough as I thought I was. Do you have to be in labor to request an eppidural?

I usually digest about 6 ibuprofen per year. I've had 3 today. Kiss me and call me wimpy. Just do it.

Love,
Mangled Fleshita Aubrecita Neosporina

p.s. When did the price of iodine go up? :o)

Friday, August 3, 2007

Escobar's Got Some Arm!

Ok, I just have to say... It CRACKS me up how intense these baseball dudes get when they crack helmets with one another or crack a hand across another player's bootay. Forget about line drives and deep left field, these guys are professional butt smackers. Seriously. I've taken some liberties and put together a guide for the non-professional.

HOW THE PROS ROLL
1. Put on the jersey of your choice (if you're not sure about this step, try one with a Cardinal on it).
2. Find a buddy who deserves a hearty "congratulations".
3. Squint as if there are stadium lights blaring above you and jog toward your buddy with purpose.
4. Start with a smooth slap to the helmet (*if no helmet is present, the head will have to substitute), then swing your hand down and finish with a nice, light-yet-targeted butt smack.
5. Nothing says "You're the man" like a professional grade fanny smack.

heh. ooooooh, the pros. Fall is coming!

Aubrey

Monday, July 30, 2007

Thoughts on Ribs

DISCLAIMER-- A page from my journal...

The Lord could've created "woman" from clay, marble, chocolate, or fresh mountain water, but He didn't.

He knocked out his best Work, tore a huge hunk of flesh from Adam's side, and fashioned Eve around it.

Why? I wonder why He did it that way.
I wonder if Adam awakened from his nap with a tender scar down one side and looked around for someone to hurt. ?
Or maybe there was no pain in the Garden... in which case, Adam awakened freshly healed with a naked lady in his yard. Poor kid. Must be rough having The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit playing matchmaker.

Maybe the Lord had to give Eve something of Adam's so he'd go looking for it. :)

Ribs. Gotta love 'em. Do de dooo.

Aubs

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Google Snapshot

Heh. Here are some things saved in my Google query box. I'd like to see your list. :) J, O, X, and Z need some attention...nothing yet...

A-- aaa fuel cost calculator
B-- best carrot cake ever
C-- centennial olympic park
D-- destin
E-- ellijay
F-- francis chan
G-- georgia professional standards commission
H-- horrible carpet stains
I-- intermezzo
J-- **
K-- kodak gallery
L-- language of men
M-- macarena steps
N-- nickel creek
O-- **
P-- perimeter church
Q-- quicken
R-- regent college radio
S-- shakespeare cursing
T-- the history of chewing tobacco
U-- university of georgia
V-- virginia highlands
W-- world market
X--**
Y-- you tube
Z-- **

Monday, July 23, 2007

Monday, July 16, 2007

Vacation! :)




















Girls, I love ya! What a good time. From flamingo love and cheesy "Alpine" villages to boiled peanuts and one heckuva a falls, it's hard to imagine a better day. Cheers to 116, forever friends, and the mountains.
Until next time!
the Aubs



Saturday, July 14, 2007

Friday, July 6, 2007

Maybe sometimes, having a heart like a child means trusting that...

crawling is really better than staring at the ceiling.
walking beats scooting with your nose to the tile.
skipping is perfect for days when walking won't do.
the toilet is a nicer place to make deposits than one's pants.

It doesn't pay to be the 4-year-old still clinging to his Transformer Pull Ups.

Change doesn't have to be an incredible sacrifice, it can be a big step toward something e v e n b e t t e r.

Are you as excited as I am? Bring IT ON. :)

Aubs

NOTE: Dear Reader, if this doesn't make sense to you, it shouldn't. This is one entry I should've put in my real journal...except I can't find it...which terrifies me more than almost anything could. SO--the blog is standing in for this one entry. If you find my journal, send it my way. por favor and s'il vous plait. danke.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Fouthird O' July

It's nice to know that in a huge metro area such as the ATL, there are still pockets of Mayberry-esque land. The streets of downtown Norcross were like the streets of Smalltown, Missouri or Podunk, Texas. It was nice. Dang nice. Ok, it would have been nicer if the City of Norcross had sponsored that Octopus ride and some single, studly fellow had sponsored some post-fireworks fireworks... but I guess I've got to leave SOME fun for next year. ;)

Cheers to walking down the middle of Main.
Cheers to curly haired kids who still think fireworks are magic.
Cheers to hanging out on the grass with family.
Cheers to corndogs and cotton candy and
cheers to watching all the strangers in patriotic garb who are probably just as zany as you. :)

Gotta love it.
Yes, I do. Happy Fourth!

Aubs

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Congrats!

I'd never been to an engagement party before last night...Good times. :)
Congratulations, my friends.



Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Different Perspectives: Smashings on the Greenway

It's closing in on One Year since I decided the South produces the foxiest men in the nation. In honor of native Georgia boys, manners, and staying fit-- I give you: A Difference in Perspectives: Smashings on the Green, by Moi. (Please note: Any resemblance of these events or peoples to actual events or peoples is purely coincidental, of course.)

It's a stifling Hypothetical Wednesday around 4 p.m. and our main character, lovely in spite of her name, decides to make use of a free evening to rollerblade at a public trail. The pavement is smooth, the company is mostly studly male bicyclists, and the trees provide ample shade to ease the burden of the heat. Yerbua basks in a few hours free of pasta and lattes and rolls along at a medium pace.

About 3-quarters-hour through her trek, Yerbua hears the buzz of a motorized vehicle (which turns out to be a normal bicycle moving at warp speed) and stays extreme right on the trail. One of the studly male bicyclists mentioned above veers far left and yells the polite "Left" as he passes on the curve. Yerbua begins to yell a greeting and *SMASH*-- a biker in yellow happens to be taking the curve coming the opposite direction and the two men collide. In order to calculate the force of this impact, I'd have to use this formula:

F = (M/g)*[(Vi**2) - (Vf**2)]/(2*deltaL)

Because I skipped physics in high school, I'll move along with the story. They were solid guys, moving about 15 mph, and they hit almost head-on. The uber hot Blue Man flew into the grass while the Yellow Man fell to the paved trail. Yerbua didn't know what to do. Word to the Soon-to-be Wiser: Don't talk to biker dudes unless they're parked. Distractions do not become them. Yerbua asked if everything was ok, checked to see if anyone needed CPR, and moved along. Not being a bike mechanic and having no muffins or lovin' for these guys, she didn't feel she could help. As she rolled away, Yerbua heard Yellow Man say, "She came out of nowhere, huh?" Hmmmm... yeah, Did I leave out the part where Yerbua took a break and went kudzu swinging in the woods only to jump out in front of Blue Man at "just the perfect time"?? Maybe that didn't happen. Or maybe I left out that part where Yerbua parachuted down from a helicopter fully rollerbladed and landed in the perfect spot?? Nope, that didn't happen either. Came out of NOWHERE. Wow. Just like magic.

About 25-minutes later, on the return haul, Yerbua passed the scene to find the men still trying to make repairs. Here's where the interesting impasse occurs in our story. Please observe the conversation:

Yerbua:
saying---Hey, Is there anything I can do to help?
thinking- Wow, this sucks for these guys...maybe I can make a phone call or help carry something or...?

Yellow Man--
saying--It's a little late for that. *sneering* Maybe you should watch where you're going.
thinking-- We are experienced bicyclist men wearing tights and we cannot be faulted when there's a woman involved who must be at fault.

Yerbua:
saying--Hey, (bolded words have been edited from original hypothetical event to ensure readability and make Yerbua look better in the story) studly old biker chap, this wasn't my fault.
thinking--I cannot believe Blue Man is taking no responsibility for this and Yellow Man is being such a scum sucker.

Yellow Man:
saying--F.U. (maybe a university in Florida?)

At this point in our story, Yerbua should have said:
I don't think that would solve your problem, little man.

Instead, she wheeled around, fell on her clonkus, recovered, and rolled away, wondering how many times The Pride of Man will kill good things in her life.

Blue Man, couldn't you have tossed me (errr...Yerbua) a hypothetical bone? You knew you were riding the left shoulder on that one. I know, easier to let the girl take the blame than lose face in front of another male, pro biker... but c'mon, save the lady when she needs saving. Don't throw her overboard.

Where the HECK are the men wearing their big boy pants? errr... or biker shorts? I could use a little more of them in my life. fo shizzle.

Aubrey

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Grunt, Grunt, Grunt

Listen up, men of the world:

I've been trying to call you "stupid" all night. Why? I used to think men made more sense than women. I might not always agree with them, but I could track their logic...whereas sometimes my OWN logic was lodged under my blow-up mattress with that missing sparkly sock. REVELATION: Men do NOT make more sense than women. Sometimes, their logic is like that thin strip of Scotch tape that you just can't get a stinkin' handle on.

Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. Don't ya?

BUT, as much as it would be easier for me to label you all "stupid" and go to bed tonight with half of the world's problems solved--- I can't do it.

I'll probably erase this later....but cheers to the good stuff. Some of my faves (in no order whatsoever because I'm practically too tired to count)*clink*


That dad who took his 4-year old daughter out to dinner and listened to her chatter for an hour as if her rantings on "the color green" might really have an impact on his life. mmmmmmmmm

That guy I know who once came by in navy blue. If I could have navy blue in one place...and one place only....and navy blue in all other things turned to grey, I'd give it to him. He could be my only navy blue and I'd be totally content with that. mmmmmmmmmmm

That sweet walk in SC. Park benches. mmmmmmmmmmm

I wish I weren't quite so tired...there's so much more..
cheers to the guys w..

must sleep...

ho are careful with the female heart. Cheers to the ones who cut the bull and refuse to play stupid games. Cheers to the guys who don't try to pass girls off to their friends. argh.

love.sleep.sheeeeets....sleeeeeeeep.

Happy Birthday, Baby!

You are freshness and giggles and I love you.
Babu

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Home, comfy slippers, and chamomile

There's something about a pillow that's smooshed in all the right places.
There's something about a worn out welcome mat
destroyed by friends' shoes.
There's something about that spot on the carpet
red wax?
There's something about having a place to unpack after a long trip.
There's something about that coffee shop on the corner...


There's something about planting a flag...
and knowing the wandering is finished.

My heart is at home with Christ. The rest, you can find in Atlanta. ;)

Love. Calm. Gypsies.

Aubrey

Monday, May 21, 2007

The Myth of Camelot

USers are classically "Pollyanna". We think if an individual tries hard enough, he can do anything. We think if we just "give it another day", situations will improve. I love that. It's sunshine and fresh air and cotton candy.

I was watching Grey's Anatomy the other morning and one of the characters said something like, "Alex, you don't have endless opportunities to be happy."

Maybe this is obvious to most people, BUT...

We are finite beings. Opportuities for certain things will pass us by if we lack the panache to reach out and grab them. There may not be another bit of sweetness around the bend.

I'm not trying to be gloomy. I am trying to remind myself to sieze everything each day offers. Tomorrow is never a guarantee.

panache. gumption. gusto.

Aubrecita

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I luhoove Bluegrass!

Let me explain.

There's something about...

a skillfully pick-ed banjo
lead singers who sound like they need to put their teeth in
locking elbows
community fairs and picnics
jigs
prolific use of the words "darlin'" and "warshed"
blankets on the grass

and don't even get me started on the harmonica.

heh.

love. it. get funky, now.

Aubs

Monday, May 14, 2007

Hmmm...

What does it mean to "ride a little higher on the hog"??
Who is riding hogs anyway? Maybe there's an ancient lost tribe of hog-riding heathens (For modern heathen action, see:Hogs) Hmmm....

What's so bad about having someone "in your hair" anyway? "Give me 10-minutes and I'll be out of your hair." Is that supposed to be a relief? I think I'd rather hear the opposite, wouldn't you? Hmmmm....

Why would a dude get testy after a "happy Mother's Day!" ??? C'mon, I'm not implying you're a MOTHER, man! We don't think it's weird to accept a "happy Martin Luther King's Day" when it's obvious we're NOT MLK Jr. . . or a "happy St. Paddy's!" when we're not Patrick. Hmmmm.... everybody just relax. por favor and s'il vous plait.

So, it's Monday. I'm off. I'm celebrating by pursuing some of my dreams, making impossible plans, and vaccuuming. The elliptical and I have a date later....always a good time.

Happy Days. Windy nights. Collars and stuff.

Aubrey

Monday, April 30, 2007

Two funny things

Funny, the First: Hearing the dude in the apartment upstairs cackling uproariously. Um, yeah, UPROARIOUSLY. Heh. I wish The Joke had been as loud. :) Apartment living!

Funny, the Second: Jim imitating Dwight on The Office. DVR, people. Thursday nights.

sleep. for me. now.

Aubrey

Monday, April 23, 2007

Virus

My computer had a virus. Now, it's kaput. I'm working on getting it back in operation again. It's slow going. Argh.

Aubs

Thursday, April 12, 2007

I guess I do have some Honky Tonk skills....



On the news tonight, there was a story about a neighborhood near the airport where the road is made from bits of rock some kind soul has brought from a quarry. Where I'm from, folks call that a "gravel road". The reporters interviewed locals who moaned that they could never wash their cars... the cars would just get dusty. The dust settled all over their houses... Cameras panned to the marquee at a local church: "pray". PRAY that one day soon, concrete will come to Southwest Atlanta.

Errr? Are these people for real?

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Peanuts in Coke cans

Apparently, throwing a handful of goober peas into your Coke is a Southern tradition. I'll try it at a ball game or something one of these days. I thought the idea sounded pretty strange until I remembered a cake Mom made a few times. Ooey, gooey, goodness....

A

COKE CAKE
1 cup butter
2 cups flour
1 3/4 cup sugar
3 t. cocoa
1 tsp.soda
1 tsp.vanilla
2 eggs
1/2 c. buttermilk
1 c. (any brand) canned cola
1 1/2 c. miniature marshmallows

Combine softened butter, flour, sugar, cocoa, soda vanilla, eggs and buttermilk. Add cola, blend well and stir in marshmallows by hand.
Pour into a greased pan and bake at 350 for 30-40 minutes.

Cool for 30 minutes.


FROSTING:

1/2 cup butter
3 T. cocoa
1/3 cup cola
4 cup powdered sugar

Toast 1/2 cup almonds (or peanuts! :) ) in oven and stir into frosting if desired. It adds a great flavor (indeed.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

A T L

Atlanta is good.
I like it.
Public transportation isn't the best (Note: Beware of MARTA parking attendants).
Brake lights are generally out. (Note: Invest in "Budget Brake and Muffler" stock).
400 is absolutely BONKERS, mad spazzy. (Note: Don't try to drive like that in MO!).

BUT...

1. Down the road a bit, the Adult Kickball Association is registering teams and individuals. That's going on TO-night! Someday, I'll have a regular work schedule! Kickball or BUST!

2. The ATL airport is a popular layover place. Friends, I would love to be your layover hostess! Let's have some hot beverages and shoot the breeze.

3. Georgia seems to have this Alabama sisterhood happening. You're going to "THE HAM", eh? The Ham in Bama?! eh?? :o) Heh. It's cute. (In English, that's "I am heading to Birmingham, Alabama").

4. People here can say ANYTHING as long as it is prefaced with the phrase, "Bless his heart." ex) "Sheila, Marco is as dumb as a pile of blunt nails...bless his heart." heh. Bless what?? That always makes me laugh.

5. I love Publix (grocery store--extraoridnaire). The sandwiches are good. The cake is good. They have pizza dough for $1.25. The advertising is creative. They're giving the WM a bit of competition in the Southeast. Good stuff, that Publix.


I can't believe it has been almost 8-months. A year ago, I would have laughed at anyone who said I'd be in Atlanta now. CRAZY. It's crazy what the Lord did to get me here (props to LL Cool J)...but I'm so glad He did. Lord, you are in this. Thank you for being soooo in charge. Thank you for taking my life and making it Yours. Thank you for the blessings I've found here. Fellowship. Friends. Good, Good times.

Love.

Aubrey

P.S. I love you, my friends in Missouri. I think about you often. They just don't have good bluegrass in the city! ;p Amanda, punk, call me. Dwayne, your grilling kicks Georgia BBQ TAIL. Mikelle and Jason, there will never be a better BLT than the one I had hanging out with you. Grandma and Grandpa, I miss our afternoon chats. ***SAP ALERT*** This place will never replace you. I just wanted to get that in writing. ;)

To bed!

A few recent favorites


My most loved earrings from my most loved Marmles



My roommate's most loved Easter Lily ;)
love ya, Krizzle! :)



My most loved cricket

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Sudsy Boost and Cryin', Shameful World

So, some Daytona Beach 10-year olds bashed a homeless man's head with concrete.
The Story according to CNN

I was going to write a rant on the E.vils of the world, but I'm too tired... and that wouldn't really help anything. Instead... some examples of people loving one another:

1. There are people who pay for stranger's orders when they roll up to the drive-thru window. It's not Christmas. It's not even "the season"... Cool, huh?

2. There are some people who bring sandwiches to the homeless...and shampoo... Cool, huh?

3. There are some people who just hang out with the folks who are stranded in local nursing homes. They kill a little loneliness with conversation and attention. Cool, huh?

5. There are some people who find a juiced battery and jumper cables and save the day. Really. They SAVE the day. Cool, huh?


It's a dark, dark world. It's a shame some kids never get to be kids. It's a shame adults are raising their children without safe boundaries. It's a shame those who have no "positive contribution" to society are seen as "trash" and populate the streets and nursing homes. What happened to LIFE = VALUE??

Thank you, Lord, for giving us your Holy Spirit. You are all that is Love and Light. You are Hope in the dark.

Love. Sleep. Spring!

Aubrey

Monday, March 26, 2007

WooHoo2





I won't wait TWO YEARS again to go to the beach!

Woo(capital)HOO!






There is something about the sky in Florida. It's like the sun is warmer and clearer than anywhere else. What a fantastic time! I'll write more later.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Dear G.I. Joe

Tonight, I was chatting with a guy who served in the War. He doesn't talk about it much. He told me a story about some people who came into "his office" and jumped down his throat about the "stupidity of the War". Is your gut clenching, too?

Ugh. UGH. Argh. ARGH. Soldiers, I offer this to you as a token. Perhaps, sometime, there will be more I can do. Lord, let it be.

APOLOGY ON BEHALF OF THE DINGLEHONGERS WHO DISSED MY FRIEND AT WORK

The Aubs
Atlanta, GA

20 March 2007


Dear Joe,

I heard they called up your unit for the third consecutive tour in Iraq. By the time you get home, your little girl will be 3. She'll think "Daddy" is slang for "telephone". Your wife will be so used to handling life solo, it'll take some blood, sweat, and tears to figure out how to live in harmony again.

I know you must've seen some horrible things, Joe. I've heard a lot of soldiers have nightmares and severe guilt and depression post-service. Have you ever had to pull a trigger or drop a bomb when everything in your heart was screaming "No!"?

It's such a stupid, complicated thing. War. But you, Joe-- are an honorable man. You are fighting for something bigger than yourself. You are sacrificing so many sweet moments in your life for the person fighting beside you. You are choosing to submit to your authority and these days, that's a rare thing, indeed.

I am so sorry. I'm sorry for all the people in our country who have absolutely no respect for anything. Leaders are accountable to God for their decisions. The blood of innocents is on their hands if they call "fire". I'm sorry if you've ever had to listen quietly as someone used you as a landfill for their political wisdom. I'm sorry if your pledge to service has ever been abused by authority figures with impure motives.

I'm sorry I can never really understand the fullness of your sacrifice. But Joe, I'm also glad. I'm glad I didn't know how much those white scorpions sting until you told me. I'm glad I haven't seen a village under fire. I'm glad I don't know what it feels like to be a running target. You're standing in my place.

I'm sorry I haven't done more to support you. I would bake a thousand cookies if I thought that would make a difference... do you like snickerdoodles? ;)

Let me end by saying I'm proud of you. I'm proud to live in a world where people like you still live, and work, and dream. I have so much respect for the path you walk. How many Americans have made such a sacrifice?

I don't care what the critical, the intelligent, the docu-drama makers, the trendy liberal left,.... I don't care what they say. I won't listen to a word against you.

Press on, Joe.

love and snickerdoodles.

Aubrey

Monday, March 19, 2007

Leave it to Jack

Words of wisdom from Sr. Handey:

If they ever come up with a swashbuckling School, I think one of the courses should be Laughing, Then Jumping Off Something.

Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.

If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a coward.

I bet one legend that keeps recurring throughout history, in every culture, is the story of Popeye.

Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see.

If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked dolphins the most? I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though. It's Hambone.

CRACK me up. Like me some Jack. Goooo Hambone and Flippy!

Aubs

Thursday, March 15, 2007

War

We've been at war for four years.

The Sudanese Civil War began in 1955... still going.

Guatemala was at war from 1960 to 1996.

Tension in Northern Ireland has lasted 33-years so far.

What say you, wise Roosevelts?


When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?
Eleanor

I have seen war. I have seen war on land and sea. I have seen blood running from the wounded. I have seen the dead in the mud. I have seen cities destroyed. I have seen children starving. I have seen the agony of mothers and wives. I hate war.
Frankie D.

sighs. Lord, come. "love" is an action word.

Aubs

Monday, March 12, 2007

Cupid is a load of smelly socks

Love is not an uncontrollable force.

It is

an act of the will, accompanied by emotion, that leads to action on behalf of its object.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

The Land of Lostingness

Somewhere, there is a Land of Lostingness.
It's full of missing socks, pennies, leap years, hair ties, sunglasses, house keys, sticky notes, phone numbers, and single, lonely earrings.

maybe this lost 2 a.m. is there, too.

maybe in Heaven, we'll never lose anything.

...or maybe we won't care.

Happy Daylight ST.

sleepy.sunny.sleepy.

A

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

A Step Back

Matt. 5:13 I am the salt of the earth.
John 15:5 I am Christ's friend.
2 Cor. 5:17 I am a new creation.
1 Thes. 1:4 I am chosen and dearly loved by God.
Eph. 1:1 I am a saint.
Col. 2:7 I have been firmly rooted in Christ and am now being built up
in Him.
2 Tim. 1:7 I have been given a spirit of power, love, and self-discipline.
Eph. 3:12 I may approach God with boldness, freedom, and confidence.
2 Cor. 5:14,15 I have died and no longer live for myself, but for Him.
Rom. 8:1 I am free forever from condemnation.
Rom. 6:1-6 I have died with Christ and died to the power of sin's rule
over me.

This is personal, so *gird* yourself. ;) Sometimes, other peoples' opinions get me down. It's so easy to get caught up in the world's expectations... job expectations... friend's expectations.... and feel completely inadequate and frustrated. BUT-- at the end of the Day, what matters is that Christ has made me e n o u g h. So, that's where I'm resting. (err... ish) Come sit with me a while. :)

The transforming hand of God is amazing.
Lord, never stop working on me. Keep me clay. Keep me soft.
I am yours. I trust you have plans to use me for your glory.

love. love. and... love.

Aubrey

Monday, March 5, 2007

My New Digs

I have so many windows, SUNSHINE is practically my middle name.
I have a dishwasher for the first time since living with my folks.
I have access to a sweet little gym and a pool.
I'm closer to work.
I'm closer to church.
I have a little porch where I'm going to put pots of flowers.
I know honeymoons aren't supposed to last forever, but this one might.
I love my place.


Though it's against code to BBQ here and though rent will make "PBJ" my initials,
it's worth it. Why?

I can breathe here. I can dance around the living room. I can clean. I can have friends over. I can cook.

mmmmmmm now THAT'S good.

summer.spring.gorgeous.

Aubrey

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Those Aussies

I think it's funny that Aussies call sunglasses "sunnies".

As in:

Hey mate, take off your sunnies and you'll see the colors better.

Cuteness. Just in time for summer. :)

Aubrey

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Kermit needs Piggy

Ok, as much as I think Ms. Piggy wears Kermit T. Frog's pants in their relationship (C'mon Kermee!) ... every froggy needs a spokespig.

I have some kind of bronchitis situation happening in my lungs and sound like a boy in the middle of puberty and/or a weird whisperer (ma'am, why are you whispering?). It takes so much effort to talk. Usually, this wouldn't be THAT big of a deal except it's hard to offer samples of wine when you can't talk (I can't WORK!!) A N D I'm in the process of getting all my paperwork back in order after SPI (Stolen Purse Incident), so I need a voice to talk to all those Customer Service Reps.

Oy vey! Seriously. This is the first time I've been sick in a year-and-a-half. What timing.

Sometimes, it would be really nice to have someone to speak for me.


Rita-- the chain-smoking, pubescent, whispering waitress*
*red fingernails pending

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The Best Burger in Atlanta

I was prepared to write an entire ODE to this burger. My stomach is growling just thinking about it, but words...

It was job fair day and I skipped breakfast. It was a freezing few hours at Atlantic Station, ducking in stores to keep warm. Then, we ran to the restaurant that brazenly scams Cheesecake Factory.

All I can say is... that was a good burger. Dang good burger. Top two of all time.


Cheesecake Bistro
Atlantic Station
Blackened Burger with Succotash
(because anything called 'succotash' is a guaranteed good time)
medium rare


cheddar cheese, ripe tomatoes, and baby, that meal would be worth a cross-country haul.
yum. yum. yum. and... yum.

Aubrey

Monday, February 12, 2007

Romper Room

I've discovered since coming to this Land o' the Braves, home of the gym chains... that a gym contract is practically eternally binding. SO-- for those times when an emergency requires you to "Hop off the bus, Gus"...


Ways to get out of your gym contract without spending a few nights in the slammer:** note: These are just ideas...None of these have been tested.

10. Date all the personal trainers ... at the same time.
9. Use the lat pulls machine like a ride at Six Flags. Yeeeha! :)
8. Decide February is official "No Showers" month.
7. Grunt loudly and vigourously every third rep.
6. Use your raquetball session to play a rousing game of Butt Ball.
5. Pledge your allegiance to Speedo by working out in one. ;)
4. Eat Cheetos. Leave Cheeto fuzz everywhere.
3. Give the hardest workers affectionate fanny smacks.
2. Put opera on your iPod. Sing passionately while spinning.
1. Wear a tutu.

Friday, February 2, 2007

Dear Ghetto Thugs

Dear Ghetto Thugs,

I hope my lipgloss looks good on you. I hope my coat keeps you warm. I hope you enjoy that $60 in ones you took from my console. I'll bet that looked like a nice wad, huh? I hope that screwdriver I had in my glove box treats you well. Please buy a good book with that Barnes & Noble gift card I was saving.

Thanks for leaving my Oldsmobile manual. I never remember which spot is for antifreeze under that hood! Thanks for leaving my contact lenses and Winser Pilates DVD. They were probably worth more than anything else you took. I'm really bummed you took my phone, but talking to my mom could change your life. I mean it. Give her a call.

...and really, get a job. Robbing poor white girls looks bad on you. Pulling guns on innocent people looks even worse.

I'd like to watch someone blister your ass.

Aubrey

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Happiness Versus Joy, a Throwdown

Happiness is a gift (like a red convertible) with a big pink-and-yella-polky-dot bow.

Joy is giving your talents away.

Happiness is a half-melted truffle on your tongue.

Joy is knowing you are completely FREE in Christ.

Happiness is a cozy robe, a fireplace, and a good...long...snuggle.

Joy is knowing a love that spans eternity.


We are HEDONISTS...eeer... HAPPINESTS who worship our own comfort. In the end, happiness will burn. Real joy comes from discipline. Discipline comes from focusing on something bigger than oneself. Joy is why a woman being torn apart by lions in Ancient Rome could sing praises to God and mean it! The pursuit of Happiness is why children are fatherless, flavor du jour is the state of marriage, and American blood is marinating in vats of hydrogenated oils.

Pardon my rant. It's just such a little twist that makes such a huge difference. The pursuit of happiness leads to death. The pursuit of Christ leads to discipline and ultimate joy. It's the only way.

Love. Sunshine. Allergies.

Aubs

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Oh, oh, oh, oh....stayin' alive

I haven't killed my fish yet! He looks pretty good, too. hmmm... we'll see. Apparently, betta fish can be found in Asian rice fields! Isn't it amazing that a fish with such colorful finnery survives (naturally) in mucky rice paddies?! God is hilarious. I love that. It's those little things... all those little things.

Somewhere in Southeast Asia-- "Oh, look Little Brother Lek, between the mud of your toes! It's a radiantly tropical piece of fish art!"

There are some dang nice people in the world. In the face of all the crazies, the cold weather, and the frowning folks running around, I'd just like to repeat: There are some DANG NICE people in the world. :)

Don't you love that?

waves. hugs. highway altercations.

Aubrey

Monday, January 22, 2007

Commitment

Ok, I've done it. I have a fish. He's a beta with red finnery. He seems kind of cocky and a little showy, so I've named him Diddy. heh. The guy at the the steamy-windowed fish & fowl shop in Duluth told me they live a year or two. So-- I'm 25. I should be ready for this, right? heh. RIGHT? *nervous laughter* Time to study up on aquariums and fish paraphernalia. Apparently, my tank is too small. Argh. Say a prayer for Diddy.

I met an interesting Indian woman in the live fish section of the WM the other night who said spending 3-minutes (she was very specific about the amount of time) per day watching fish reduces blood pressure. hmmm... She also said she had a small, yipster-type dog. Don't the two counteract one another?

ATL Aquarium, here I come!

Love. dorsal. Freezing.

Aubs

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Who's ballin now?

The story according to REUTERS

Ok, imagine a surgeon had a night off and was enjoying *surf and turf* at the local shwanky spot. Imagine a man at the next table began choking violently on a bone from his cajun roasted guinea fowl and then passed out. Wouldn't any self-respecting surgeon investigate? Whether the surgeon was "on duty" or "off duty", he's still a surgeon.

The question: Does this idea apply to law enforcement?

Word on the streets is pretty negative against the local PD's. Most of the time I try to defend them (risking your life for low pay...everyone makes mistakes...) but c'mon... Let me recap the Reuters story:

A visiting British professor walked across a downtown street outside of a crosswalk zone. The man may or may not have been a snotty man with a bit of an attitude. An officer working a side job as security for a hotel (wearing his official police department bomber jacket) asked the professor to use the crosswalk. The professor asked to see a badge (in England, officers ride ponies and wear red feathered hats, don't they?) SOOO--- when the professor refused to comply, the officer attempted arrest and a struggle ensued. The Brit says he was violently assaulted. I've heard his glasses were broken in the scuffle.

My question: Does an off-duty officer have the moral "call"/authority to enforce proper street etiquette?

My question: Does a street walker's signs of disrespect warrant a butt kicking? Isn't dealing with disrespect according to "proper procedure" in the job description?

My question: Are metro area departments so desperate for forces that they lower standards and training just to "fill seats"?


I mean, without proper procedure, the folks who are supposed to be upholding laws and fighting for justice *play theme music now* (heh), become another gang, flashing blue and gold, looking for respect.

C'mon, make it a little easier for me to defend ya'll to people!


Aubrey

Update/FYI-- I understand fudging is an important part of most jobs and the spirit/intent of the law rules over the letter (unless you're a lawyer), BUT in this case--- the fudging is actually a mudslide.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Butter Cake and Butter Buns

hmmm... Paula Deen is quite a celebrity around here. I hear she has a restaurant in Savannah. I tried one of her recipes the other day, and though I am a charter member of the *REAL Butter or Dry Biscuits!!* Fan Club...

Her recipes could inspire the following:

"That'll clog the arteries and put fat on your thighs!"


In Honor of Ms. Deen, here are some dishes I think are Southern:

1. Crab Cakes
2. Grits
3. Macaroni and Cheese
4. Cornbread
5. Pickled Plums
6. Butter Beans
7. Hummingbird Cake
8. Brocolli/rice casserole


Gooood Stuff for special occasions! Thanks, Paula Deen.

Aubs

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Fun at the movies...

A few weeks ago, I saw two movies:

The Pursuit of Happyness
and
Dreamgirls

Why do I love being in Atlanta? In my little Midwest Town, I would never have had such an interactive theatre experience. :) During the first movie, a little girl sat next to me (I think she was with her grandma). She introduced herself to me. Then, she talked TO the movie from beginning to end. "TELL him to go talk to that man." :) It was so funny!

During Dreamgirls, the theatre was packed out. Two girls were sitting down the row from us and one of them threw her arms around and stood up every time Beyonce sang. Her friend kept saying, "Girl, you're gonna have a heart attack!" It was like CHURCH! I mean... C H U R C H. :o)

Amazing. I love it.

I think Kenny and Luda should duet. C'mon, wouldn't a "Baby, you save me" remix be cool? :)

Happy 2007!
My resolution? to look outside myself and my piddly traumas and dedicate some time to service. 10-days gone already!

Love. the A. Times, they are a'flyin'.

Aubs

Thursday, January 4, 2007

The Cutest Thing

The cutest thing in the world (I mean on every planet in the solar system INCLUDING Pluto-- the alleged "non-planet") is this:

When Skylar gets sleepy, she puts her thumb in her mouth, holds her raggedy doll... and sticks the doll's neck ribbon up her nose! :) If you look closely, you can see it in the bottom picture of my previous post. Does nostril fixation come before or after oral fixation? :)

I have the cutest neice in the world. It's official in at least 49 states AND Guam.

Happy 2007. Life is a bullet train, baby, and it stops for none.

Love. generous tippers. Love generous tippers.

Aubrey