Today.

We went to the dog park

This is Evie with her boyfriend and soon to be mother in law.

His name is Kalua

And this is Kenneth and his Mom.

Evie loves the Dog Park.

And Kalua loves Evie.

Kenneth just loves his ball.

I tried to get him to dance with me. It wasn't happening.

All in all we had a pretty good day.

Until Evie was a floozy and we had to go

You'e head looks boring...

So you should go to Cirque Du Solerin's new Etsy shop!

Its full of beautiful, hand sewn and extremely affordable headbands!

Gems like this one!:

And this one too!

So click here to partake in the wonder!

Isn't Cirque Du Solerin the most crafty and wonderful.

I sure think so.

Cinco de Mayo Madness

So here are some pictures from our in prompt to Cinco De Mayo celebration. Don't judge, it was late. 

Dear People I Went To High School With...

Please stop getting married.

You're stressing me out

xoxo?

"An Empty Tube of Toothpaste"; Revisited

Back when I first moved to Florida I started a blog. Much like this one except I only wrote in it three times and that was it. Shocking right? Me not finishing something I start. Anywho.

Well I called it "The Brycrasch Blog" which I thought was so clever and I tried to make it all trendy and cool but I knew nothing about web design at the time so all I could do was what blogger allowed, which clearly stifled my creative expression. If you want to see it click here.

That story has a point, and it isn't to redirect you to my old blog with the awful color scheme. Today I was reading all three of the posts on there and one of them struck me because of my current situation. You may know, you may not, but a very dear friend of mine moved away recently. It has been really hard for myself and all of this person's friends to cope with. Well the first blog I wrote was called "An Empty Tube of Toothpaste". When I read it, it really hit close to home. Instead of explaining it, I am just going to copy and paste the parts that were really poignant to me. So here it is:

Sections from "An Empty Tube Of Toothpaste"
Originally posted on The Brycrasch Blog, April 2007

"Goodbyes are so confusing to me. Why is it is so hard to show your true feelings of sadness when someone you love leaves you? In life, especially my life, goodbyes are inevitable; goodbye to your old friends, goodbye to the day, goodbye to the carton of expired milk in the fridge. Eventually we, as human beings have to say goodbye to everything. This is what we have been taught anyway. But I have found that this theory is so much easier said than done. For example: Tomorrow is Friday, April 13th, 2007. This means, aside from the bad luck bestowed upon the superstitious, that many members of Building 25 in my complex are leaving for their reals homes in Utah, or Minnesota, or whatnot. Their contracts here at Disney officially end tomorrow. It is so strange to see them leaving. It feels like our clothes still have the wrinkles from being in our suitcases during the long trip down here four months ago. I have grown closer and farther then closer to these people throughout their stay here and I don’t want to see them go. I really love them. I have the strongest feelings inside of me concerning them. But when I come face to face with them at the time of our final goodbye...I choke. All that comes out is small talk, chopped up and separated by awkward silence. I love these people, I really do. I just can’t get the love to come out of me so I can show it to them. I feel like an old tube of toothpaste and I am unsuccessfully trying to squeeze the last smudges of goo out onto my toothbrush..."

"...It will be so weird to not have him around. I kinda wish that I could have the mentality that the Disney Corp. has sometimes. As soon as your contract is over they ship you out. No goodbyes, no waiting period, no time to grieve, just business. As soon as they don’t control your schedule you need to get the hell out of their houses. Sometimes it feels like it would be so much easier if everyone had this mentality. But then again, isn’t that what life is about? Making connections with people? Maybe that is why it is easier for me to let people go; because I feel connected to the ones I love even when we are apart. I have so much love for the people leaving me tomorrow and I want to show it to them so bad. But, like I said, that is so much easier said than done."

To see the original post click here.

I miss you

Gypsy Dinner! Part deux

Last night we had our second annual monthly Gypsy Dinner. You may be familiar with our organization from a previous post.

We went to Tu Tu Tangos, the most amazing restaurant ever to grace my tongue's presence. It is so artsy and cool and I love every second of it.

Anywho out side in the foyer there is a photo booth and, after we were kicked out of the restaurant, we got a little snap happy. Ten bucks later we have a series of pieces I like to call "The Gypsies Tango"

lntervention...

I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this. But Joshua M. Franks I am CALLING YOU OUT!

Now first of all we all love you very very much but we are concerned

Everyday I eagerly log onto the internet and retrieve your blog in the hopes of being fulfilled both spiritually and emotionally.

But lately what happens?

DISAPPOINTMENT!

It has been months since you have written and it needs to change.

Please start writing again...

For all of us!

What will I do if you don't you ask? Well lets just say you will never see this little baby again now will you:

















Da Da DAAAAAA! How diabolical you say? I know right? Now complete my demands or you'll never see your precious ID again!


P.S. I hope you had a wonderful birthday.

*note: I blurred out his perner, seniority date, changed the color, pixilated his face and changed the bar code so none of you sneeky snakes out there can steal his identity. So don't even bother it won't work. HA! Always one step a head.

click here for J Fray's fantastic (and neglected) blog

Roommate time...

The other night my room mate Sarah and I went on an expedition to the grocery store and it turned into a lesson in life and smoking. Here are the pictures:

Here is us...in all of our awesomeness...















Photoshoot: Not the best idea when driving.















Sarah killing her lungs...



















I just wanna be popular....















Oh my god the burning! This is just like those PSA's from Jr. High!
















Finally we got what we were looking for...Party Time Ice Cream!

Drink Up...

At the risk of this blog sounding very hyper-conservative (which I am not) and extremely self-righteous (which I promise I am also not) I am going to write a blog tonight about something that I am SO not a fan of and which is bothering me to no end at the moment. Now as you read this I know you might think that my hatred is due to my conservative upbringing, which is understandable. However, it honestly has nothing to do with that and has all to do with my personal experiences with it. The thing of which I speak is alcohol. I hate it. Almost more than anything else. It is probably in my top three things I hate, definitely in my top ten. Lemme explain why I am feeling this way.

Now lemme first preface this with a couple things. First off, I don't drink. It is definitely not my thing. If you have read any of my other blogs you will know that one of my main focuses in life it to try to be more concious and alcohol is the last thing I need in that fight. Personally, I don't like anything that makes me feel that I am not in control of my thoughts or actions. Secondly, this is totally not a knock on any of my close friends who drink (which is basically 98% of them). It's cool, I don't hold it against you and I love you to death and back.

So lets talk about it. Seeing that I don't drink, it is a huge hinder on my social life sometimes. I cannot think of anything less fun than being the only sober person at a party. Sitting there, trying to have an intelligent or even remotely meaningful conversation with a drunk person is futile. They have the attention span of a six year old whose mom forgot to pack his Aderol in his lunch box. Trying to get them to do anything or go somewhere is even worse, like herding cats. I guess I am just frustrated because it seems like recently, the entire focus of many of my friend's lives revolves around drinking. I don't see why we can't enjoy each other without alcohol as a filter. Why is an event considered boring if there isn't booze involved. My thoughts are, why go anywhere fun and drink because you won't enjoy or even remember the experience anyway?

One example is a party I went to recently. It was a going away party of sorts. People were trashed before I even got there. When I arrived I had fun but after a while it got stale. As I sat there and looked around I felt so lonely, like I was the only sane person in the room. I felt so isolated from everyone else because it felt like I was the only person who felt like this about drinking. Everyone else loves it and has a great time stumbling around, embarrassing themselves, then throwing up on the rug in the bathroom (then hiding it because they aren't in a state to clean it up). The other disheartening thing was that as this person was saying goodbye to all the people who came to wish him well, I knew that the next day, he wouldn't even remember the conversation or that that person was even there. Why consciously delete precious memories?

I feel that so many enlightening moments in life come from the most unlikely sources and if you aren't ready to receive them, or if you aren't in a state that you are capable to, that they will be lost to you forever. I just thought of a quote by Martha Graham. It says:

"There is a vitality, a life-force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost."

I guess I am just sad that anything of depth and passion is being lost to something as vapid as a beverage.