It feels like I just wrote this post, but, alas, it's been a year.

I haven't been running nearly as much this year as I had at this point last year.  I think it's the stress of having moved coupled with the lack of time.  Going to see my Ponykins eats a chunk of time each evening.  Boo.

In recognition of the day, though, I woke my lazy ass up earlier than normal (and normal is late) and pumped out a mile in under ten minutes (WOO!).  It's my second run in the neighborhood since we moved.

So, to follow last year's post:

Music

Otherwise, the playlist:

• Wait So Long - Trampled by Turtles
• Black Magic Woman - Santana
• Dystophia - Shangri-La
• My Body - Young the Giant
• Grounds for Divorce - Elbow
• Hate and Jealousy - Lucero
• Cassius - Foals
• Run Daddy Run - Pistol Annies
• Only Prettier - Miranda Lambert
• Cinderella Man - Eminem
• Free Until They Cut Me Down - Iron & Wine
• Never Enough - Eminem
• No Love - Lil Wayne & Eminem
• Won't Back Down - Pink & Eminem
• Resistance - Muse
• Love and Memories - OAR
• Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men
• Assassin - John Mayer
• Blow Me - Pink
• Beautiful People - Marilyn Manson

Tracking

Today's run.

Clothing

Shoes

Place

Because y'all are all dying to know about my vacation, right?

Universal Studios

Let's just make this simple:  I loved all things Harry Potter.  I rode roller coasters.  I loved the Minions ride.  And I did not vomit a single time.

Butterbeer.

Best ride EVER.

It's an owl!

Solid, bitches.

This was after he told off a group of tourists for crossing the cameras and before he told me that he loved my accent.

This is cropped and tilted.  D said:  OH! That's what it's supposed to look like!

Matching anchor tats.

Me and my Ethopian.

Absolute last thing we did.

 The Concert

The openers were Dead Sara.  I absolutely loved them.

Muse was amazing.  I wanted to kill the lady next to me and the dude with ADHD in front of me.  But as far as the music went?  Awesome.  My husband took video of pretty much the whole thing, so I'll link to that eventually.

For the encore.

1/2 Bong at the Brick House Tavern.

Tack Store

We went to the Horse and Kennel in Jacksonville.  I won't say that it beats the Tack Room in Camden, but it's relatively on par with Boots, Bridles and Britches in Aiken.  (Though, BBB is much better organized!)  I will give this place huge props for its consignment, because there was a shit ton of it.

This amazed me.  Switch out the backing for your girth between fleece and neoprene!

Blankies.

Wraps

Consignment boots.

Two of three things I actually bought.  Reviews to follow.

  

Third thing I bought.

 Free Day

 

(I've never actually read James Joyce.  I was turned off because all the "Advanced Placement" kids read it and they didn't impress me.)(Also, my brother read it during a rough time in his life and that's all I'll say about that.)

So, tonight is the Opening Reception for the art show.  I'm not super duper excited, because, really, I'm too self-absorbed to care about the art of others.  (Unless someone did some horses.  Or owls.  Or dogs.  Then I'll care.)  But I am sort of anticipatory about seeing my own work on the wall with the work of others.  I think that means something.  Like, I've arrived.  I already have plans to ask a stranger (assuming that D gets off work at his normal Wednesday time and isn't able to make it) take my photo next to my photos.  That's exciting, right?

Remember a couple weeks ago when I bought a cd off of a street vendor playing a banjo?  I just wanted to show what that case and cd looked like; it's been on repeat in the Subie since I got her back.

Flash wasn't friendly to the CD.  Love the majority of the songs.

Last night, I was able to make a stop at Target on the way home because D actually beat me there.  I was hoping to pick up a new calligraphy pen (no clue where mine wandered off to), but it looks like every other person in the city of Savannah had the same idea.  I guess instead of sloppy calligraphy, this year the joy will be sloppy hand lettering.  It's the Xmas spirit, y'all.

Then I went straight to the barn.  I'd planned on having a lunch break yesterday in which I could compile the flash cards that L. Williams shared with me, but.. alas.  I didn't get a break.  I think it was good for the Kid to not be messed with too much, anyways.  He was slow moving in the back end and, after I cleaned his little ankle cuts, he wanted nothing to do with me... but still wanted the cookies I had to offer.

Light over his stall.

If you haven't heard the original, you suck.  But take a listen to this cover because it is absolutely phenomenal.  And then go listen to the original.