Writers block. I blame the elves.

I am a writer. Lately, I have not been able to write. Tonight I am forcing my fingers to occupy the keyboard. So let me write this:

Work is the only thing that is keeping me sane.

And right now, work is full of red nosed reindeer's, little elves in green and red suits, and flurries of snow.   

New Tune Tuesday

Snow makes me giddy.

And when I see forecasts like this, I can't help but get excited. 

I miss the cold, the wind . . . and the snow!

I doubt we'll get any here this winter, specially since we haven't even gotten our first frost.

And the mosquitoes are still here to prove it.

This is what I would be listening to if there was a snow storm outside:

My 2011 Christmas Wish List

When will I live in a place that snows?

Unfortunately, I've been really unhappy lately, which mostly expresses itself in a blast of impatient anger. Sorry folks, but I can't help it. It's a combination of being twenty-five and living with my parents, missing the ones I love, and being in a heatwave.

Thanksgiving weekend is slowly ticking away and though there are many things I am thankful about, that is not what this post will be about. Most of the time you will not find the stereotypical holiday meaningful posts on this blog that you find on other blogs. Sorry, but that is just not me, at least not today it isn't. If I am doing a holiday post you will probably find me complaining about the food or the traffic or about how my family drives me insane. Not about that top ten things I am thankful for.

I will however share with you, my 2011 Christmas wish list!

1. To have Monk and LB back in my life, I miss them both terribly.
2. To rent my room in Cary, so I don't have to waste my money there, and here. And so I can buy a beach shack and go back to my way of living.
3. AND lastly, SNOW!

New tune tuesday!

It's Tuesday, ekkk! I have missed "new tune tuesday" for the past, what, three weeks? . . . ever since I moved to the Outer Banks. I realize, I may be busy, but that doesn't excuse me from updating the world on extremely awesome and interesting new music. Right?

Alright, I know I'm overly ambitious but someone has to be.

Anyhow, I guess this is "new tune tuesday" and "i remembered to post a new blog update" all rolled into one. Here's the tune:

I wish I could dance this well. Unfortunately, I only know one person who can. You know who you are, (cough) Allison Jackson. Still waiting on the dance lesson to be taught these awesome moves.

Anyhow, Happy Thanksgiving and new tune tuesday!

learning to surf

Do you think that learning to surf is like confessing something really really difficult? Do you think you have to completely let go? Do you think you have to say:

Hey ocean. Here I am. I have something to tell you, you probably won't like it, but I mean it. I really really do. 


I'm going to surf you. I'm going to turn your water into my perfect barrel tube. I'm going to make you take me on a ride. I'm going to change your world, your way of thinking, your purpose. 


I know. It's hard for me too. I'm scared. I'll eat it, I'm sure. Will you be mad if I fall? If you don't like what I have to say or the way I ride? What if I'm too aggro towards you? Will you hate me? 


It'll be hard, at first. I know. We will both struggle.  But then you'll see, it'll be worth it. Right? If I just jump, It'll be worth it?

The ocean says:
 I have a proposal for you. 
Stick your feet in my water.


And I say:
I accept your proposal, but it may take me a while before I really ride. 

Personal Perks

Some people call these beach booty, or beach treasures or simply just beach findings. Whatever you call them, they are truly treasures. And this was a great find! I couldn't believe the amount of shells washed up on shore. Normally beach glass and scallops are the most prevalent shells, but since beach renourishment in Nags Head there has been a much greater variety. Sand dollars washed up everywhere this past summer as tons of sand were pumped on shore. And some can still be found washing up this winter. I only wonder about how beach renourishment affected their habitat.  And the brain coral is a rare find as well.

Yelp! I'm still alive here on the Outer Banks!

Oh man, I have been busy lately! I totally planned to blog everyday for the first week since moving down to the Outer Banks and of course I was going to accompany all those posts with beautiful pictures of the sand, sea oats and sunsets, but obviously those post haven't happened. And to be honest, I haven't taken a single picture of the scenery (or anything else) since moving down here.

I've been thinking a lot about this little man, who of course didn't even get to go trick-or-treating on his first Halloween since it was pouring down raining. But here he is holding his little pumpkin, so cute!

Halloween was my first day of work down here (and no I didn't dress up). I thought about it, I even bought some black cat ears to wear, but in the end I pussed out, ironically.

My first week of work went by in a whirlwind, meeting and greeting and eating, but so far this position seems great. It's still crazy weird to be down here full time. I keep thinking this is all a business trip (and a vacation and a dream), and by this time next week I'll be back to the Concentrated Area of Relocated Yankees. (Cary, for those of you that have no idea what I'm talking about.) I mean seriously, this is such a beautiful place (photos to come).And yesterday I got to be in a Passat photo shoot and I got paid for it! That's right Volkswagen owners look for me in the international magazine Das Auto. 

Anyhow this is just a small little greeting from me down here, yelping about to say I’m loving it, but missing some very important things that are at my permanent address in Cary.