Pen and teller.

Remember when you were the cool kid in elementary school and your pencils had your name on them. Well, here is the adult version. Don't mind if I have a few.....maybe something along the lines of CEO would be a nice start though. Thank you, Max Fischer.

Joy to the world.

Ahh the perils of moving are enough to rattle even the thickest skin. Some lessons learned:

• Even after throwing out crap I still had unforeseen amounts of junk
  
• Spending three days with total strangers can make even the unlikeliest people friends {hence my relationship with my movers}
  
• Eventually you do run out of room in the living room for moving boxes
• Packed boxes take up less space than unpacked boxes and yes, there can be a single lamp shade in a five foot tall box
• Let the movers unpack mirrors.....the paper is a bi***
  
• You do not have to have food in your house to eat
• You can sleep several nights on your bed without sheets {due to the fact you cannot find your sheets}
• Pray you don't have to start work two days after your stuff arrives
  
• Moving states you might as well be crossing enemy lines when it comes to car tags and titles
• When it comes to draperies, measure twice and cut once
• Don't weather strip your door and deadbolt the other door
• Schedule the cable two weeks in advance lest you want to be tv-less
• Don't live downtown, near train tracks or in an uber cool loft lest you want to fight the homeless
• Don't leave electronics in your car
• Hide your kids, hide your wife......
  

Miss Manners.

A well-appointed table is a necessity and thanks to my movers I was informed that I have more kitchen crap things than the average bear. I have plates and silverware but according to my mum I needed napkins and such so I would not mar the antique table....and if you give this mouse a cookie she will ask for a glass of milk. I got napkins and such and am now craving more plates, glasses and napkin rings. I found these unconventional lovelies courtesy of etsy. Whatcha think? Maybe not formal enough but enjoyable.

Festivus!

As of late I feel a tad discombobulated....I moved in a matter of a few weeks, started a new job and am attempting to learn a whole new city in the midst of the holidays and spending time with friends and family. I have been a slacker at blogging and am hoping to catch up soon. Stay tuned! It could be a Festivus {and Christmas} miracle.....

Good tidings.

Here are some more picks for the holidays:
1. Super cute deer.2. Reminds me of Callaway Gardens and Fantasy in Lights.3. Smitten Mittens.4. Dainty baubles.5. Peace shrooms.6. Starry Nights.7. An awesome deer.8. A scarab--this reminds me of the scarab bracelets my mom had.
....and who wouldn't want a beetle on their tree ;)

White out.

Thank goodness for free Internet. I am beyond ready to board my flight, but have yet another two hours to kill and shop online. Thanks to anthro for giving me some shopping and decorating ideas for my white tree. Here is my selection of new ornaments for my tree that is waiting to be decked:
1. Mini muks.2. Perfect Pearls.3. March of the penguins. It's nice to wear your best tuxedo--don't you think?4. A whale of a tale--apropos for a seaside tree.5. Little Peter Cotton Tale--like the bunnies that used to roam in my parents back yard.

Quoth the raven....

Anthro is decking the halls and trimming the tree, but not without divergence from the traditional tinsel. I stumbled upon this little guy and was a bit confused. Maybe for a "poe"try lover......
...once upon a midnight dreary....

Happy Thanks and giving.

In an effort to fully recognize the fact that the holidays are upon us, I would like to share this tee from Woot. Bring on the canned, jellied sauce. Happy Turkey Day Y'all....(and Vet's Day!)

Tramp stamp...

Only in Disney....starved for some vittles and without a car I began perusing the room service menu. Turns out spaghetti and meatballs is also know as "Lady and the Tramp," not wanting to go overboard with the tourist trap I ordered a simple tuna cobb salad (Mickey ears not included). .......what happens in Disney.......

Da plane.

Only in Orlando....I have had an eventful journey to the land of Mickey and Minnie starting in my hometown. I arrived at the airport an hour early only to get stripped down. "M'am can you remove your scarf, your sweater." I was quite frankly waiting on them to ask me to remove my leggings. The creepy old man behind me kept laughing as I removed layer upon layer....and turns out he had a questionable gold bag that the TSA officials thought was mine. I quickly informed them it was not...thankfully I made it through the scan, humbled by the fact I was standing in a tee and leggings. I sat down relieved only to find I was sitting next to chatty Cathy. A lovely lady was sitting next to me and began talking in a thick European accent. She began telling me about her visit of forty days to Alabama and the fact that she had plans to visit Romania where she was from....she then proceeded to tell me she lived "a few miles from Dracula..." but quickly informed me she was not, in fact, a vampire. Relieved that the plane would not go up in fangs I rapidly boarded. Waiting patiently in my aisle seat but who to my wondering eyes did appear but GOLD BAG man.....he plopped down between me and another lady.

The plane slowly took off but not before the man lit up his electric cigarette. Little did I know these things existed, or that they were legal on aero-planes. Curiosity killed the cat and I quizzed him on the mechanics of an e-cig. He explained that you filled it with tobacco and it vaporized. Ummm he was smoking 'baccer on the plane. No, I frankly did not want to smell it, but I did not want to anger anyone with nicotine withdrawals so I kept my mouth shut and perused my Vogue. The man started reading my articles and peering at the scantily clad models so I closed the mag and pulled out my ipod. No dice. He wanted to know what I was listening to and decided to share a little Bocephus and his geriatric headset with me. It was "tear-makin'" music, as he put it. He also asked if I liked gamblin' and instead of bore him with the finer points of my statistical knowledge I laughed and said I didn't care for it. Thankfully I was quickly in Atlanta....standing up I joined the conversation in front of me only to find the gentleman in front of me was headed to Orlando. Score! I was saved from the vamp and e-smoker.

Turns out he we had a mutual connection. Deep in discussion we boarded the tram to the next concourse, I lost him and was in dreamland when I saw him jump back on the tram...."M'am are you supposed to get off." "Yes!!" I said frantically. I had nearly missed my exit thanks to my lack of a sense of direction and ability to lose my head without it being attached. We sat and waited on the next plane.

Next stop Orlando...."1,2,3 GO!" were the words I heard coming from the couple next to me. Apparently they were the reigning Suduko champs and were having competitive Suduko matches. I buried my head in a good book to tune it out, and an hour plane ride later I touched down and managed to board the appropriate tram by solo and make it to baggage claim. Shortly after I hailed a cab...turns out the cabby had Alabama roots and proceeded to give me his family tree that included moon-shiners from Auburn....half an hour later I arrived safe and sound to my hotel and it's been uneventful since....kind of makes me miss the traveling fun.

Til' next time blog world.