Lady in the Street...

Neighbors--
To whomever recovered the air-brushed unmentionable in the laundry this week,

I'M SO SORRY

Also, I'm slightly embarrassed even though I'm laughing about it. And to explain myself, I must add that they were a gag bachelorette gift that referenced a Ludacris song and not a personal note about my behavior inside the proverbial sheets. They only come out when it's past time to do laundry, but they ARE comfortable nonetheless. I hope that your unfortunate find gave you more of a laugh than just reason to be awkward in the stairwell.

Sincerely,

Your non-freakish neighbor,

Amy

fun with photobooth, part 2

and now i have to change the blog login so ash can't delete this post...

fun with photobooth, part 1

enjoy...

Winter Wonderland

So Amy and I just moved (well, we're still in process) to Jamaica Plain, a neighborhood just to the south of Boston. We had grown tired of the Fenway because of Red Sox season, parking issues, landlord issues, parking issues, and Red Sox season. And landlord issues. It got to be too much.

But, we really liked JP - and it's really close to Amy's studio. There are a lot of people we like who live near here, too, so that's nice. We found an apartment on the second floor of this three story house. It's really awesome because it's right next to the Forest Hills Cemetery - I can see your face right now, but it's not like that. FH is a victorian cemetery, and it's really beautiful. (www.foresthillstrust.org) We can look out of our apartment and see woods and small gravestones in the distance. It's really quite nice. There are sculpture gardens, and a lot of people go for walks, run, there are concerts in the chapel, neighborhood events, etc.

We actually hired movers (a great thing) to move the heavy stuff. We had asked some friends to help us, but seeing as how the high Friday and Saturday was going to be somewhere between 6 and 13, we thought we'd keep our friends and hire movers.

It snowed today, so Amy and I took a break from unpacking boxes and went for a walk through the wintry cemetery. Here are some pics! The yellow house is where we live - second floor apt.

Christmas in Dixie...

So it usually takes me longer than I would like to catch up on reading all my friends' blogs, much less writing in my own. Today has found me camped out on our couch all day with a ferocious cold. Apparently, being pregnant wipes out your immune system and leaves you hacky and snotty with nothing you can really do about it other than accumulate sympathetic apologies affixed to well wishes from the local pharmacist. And somehow, I leave CVS already feeling like a bad parent for wanting relief. What's up with that? Having just returned from our Christmas trip South, I had planned on jumping right back into the studio in preparation of my February wholesale show, among a current production schedule due out in late January. I had also thought I would come home rested and rejuvenated too. Definitely NOT the case for me. Feeling like ass is not something I am used to--Ash even called and set up doctor stuff for me with our insurance (which I had neglected to do in August) and make an appointment. I can usually get things running pretty well again in about 2 days, but this has had me flat exhausted for over a week now and I'm tired of it. Tie-Urd. 

It's funny though, I have time to think like I don't normally think. Or wander into my usual disaster fantasies like the upcoming tax season, do I need another tax write off for this year or am I just in a spendy mood? What will I do about working in the studio and being prego? What will I do to keep cash coming in when baby actually arrives? Is our new place really going to be the shithole I imagine it will be? What if I never feel good again? What if it stays winter forever up here? Comical, Ash would say. But seriously, right? What IF? 

Jumping tracks a bit, we did have the best time at home, despite my being sick and Ash taking such good care of me. I have been so thankful for that man over the last few weeks...much more than I can even say. He amazes me with his kindness and thoughtfulness...and keeping things together. Good man. *sigh* So anyway, we got to Bhm much earlier than we had planned b/c of the impending snow storm that was to hit Friday afternoon. We moved our 6pm flight to 6am to avoid being stuck in an airport most of the weekend. A good example of my neurotic brain working in our favor and a perfect opp to surprise Mom. It was fun to troll around telling people with our news, or them guessing it before we have a chance to say it (Su ;o), and even going to a party (Mistletoe Madness) and RMC and catching up with friends...and family. It was fun noticing all those little things about the South that we used to take for granted upon our re-entry: wide interstate lanes, no tolls, cheap parking, wide parking spaces, friendly hellos when we enter a restaurant, Chick-fil-A, good customer service, Bible-verse themed interstate signs next to Love Stuff themed interstate signs, Chelsea Christmas parades that involve Santa, Jesus, shetland ponies and karaoke, people who use turn signals for the direction they are turning (despite the fact that there are only 2 people occupying the 8 person vehicle), and believe it or not, less potholes. Much less. Even for Alabama. 

Here are a few pics for your enjoyment of our niece and 2 nephews...

Suma-time/part 2

These are just a few images from the latter part of our beach vacation before we headed to Bhm for Artwalk. Unfortunately, I didn't take any pics of Artwalk this year. And Ash had to go home on Saturday so he could be at work on Monday (boo that). I stayed in there for a few days to catch up with people before heading to a show in Chicago the next weekend...where Hurricane Ike's wind and record rainfall caught up with me in payback of having such a glorious time at the beach. Who's the sucka now...?

Bike rental in Rosemary is essential. When my family arrived the second half of the week, we had the best time cruising up and down the sidewalks on our 'new' bikes. This shot is on our way to Alys Beach to play at the Fonville Press.

I love this shot of Holly and me. This was one of the things I had looked forward to most in heading South in August. Time with my girl. *sigh*This is our sweet niece, Caroline. Who, when well rested, is the most delightful of little girls. We played on the 'grassy knoll' here in Alys for quite awhile and this shot I think captures a little bit of my hope for her as she grows up...

...And Holly and I just like to roll down the hill...together. :) and yes, we DO have action shots of this.

Oh how I miss J.Clyde and friends...this was a fun night. Thanks for showing up, guys!
One of my mom's and my favorite things is ice cream...so I think Caroline gets it honest. It's fun to be an aunt and get them tanked up on sweets before returning them home (sorry Heather). Kind of a little payback for growing up with Tommy. ;) and I know it will come back to me one day, I'm sure...

Suma-time/part 1

This is from a short trip up to Portsmouth, NH. A day where we went to a waterpark (hilarity), to Hampton Beach, to Portsmouth, to LL Bean in Maine and then back home...all in about 14 hours. Fun times!

This picture is from the time we spent in Rosemary Beach, FL with Ash's family...albeit very brief (b/c some are more fearful of hurricanes than others, ;) ), we definitely loved our time with them...especially our nephews Noah (2.5) and Jonah (10 months).
This picture was taken less than 20 hours before Gustav hit about 100 miles down the beach from us. BTW: being that we were in the middle of the rain bands, we never saw a drop of rain in Rosemary Beach. Suckas.