Sun & Sand

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Prefacing a birthday with a beach bonanza of sorts requires a list of MUST-HAVES
-$$$ to make it possible
-SPF 2,000 for the ghost friends
-A variety of refreshments to keep the weekend in full swing
-The brightest and/or tackiest beach giddup you can conjure
-Skanky beach aliases to make things more interesting
-Those that have been around to witness your transition to seawitch

And maybe the most important… a playlist to serve as the soundtrack to all your forthcoming shenanigans.

While my playlist is still growing and changes are being made you can follow it’s progression on spotify by clicking the link below. 100+ songs so far!

This playlist was made to set the stage for summer with plenty of Indie Pop, Afropop, Soul and R&B. Selections from the past are sprinkled in with hits from today. Tastes may vary but I feel this cluster of songs will be like your beach buzz: smooth… upbeat… a little funky at times… and ready to keep going!

Give it a listen today! 

[Sun & Sand Playlist – Click to Listen ]

Also make sure to follow me on Facebook where I link my blog posts and share other interesting items I find. Currently I’m sharing music videos for songs on my playlist to help you get through your work day!

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Dear Pensacola: A Love Letter

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Dear Pensacola,

My nerves are about to drive me crazy as I prepare to meet you for the first time. I hope you are just as excited as I am! These feelings, those that promises of sun & sand stir up, are something I haven’t experienced for a long time but… you have changed that. You’ve changed me.

It is my hope that you don’t mistake this overflow of excitement for vocalized, unrealistic expectations. As wonderful as a perfect and picturesque weekend would be… our brief time together means more to me than you could ever imagine and more than overcast skies and rain could ever stifle.

So, please, don’t feel the need to impress me. You already have. You are what I need right now. Without the sun, the sand will mean just as much.

“What is it that I am anticipating then?”, I’m sure you’re wondering. But I assure you there is no timeline or schedule that needs to be planned and strung along during our special time together. With you I feel there will be no boredom, no voids or slots to be filled… I’m sure you think I’m just putting you up on a pedastol but… this is just the truth.

All the little things. That’s what I yearn for. They are what I need.

I need sunsets with you and even more importantly I need sunrises with you. I need to wage a war with this thing they call sleep deprivation and prove that you, my Helen of Troy, are worth every yawn and dark circle that force themselves upon my face. I need to permanently imprint the tastes of you upon my mind so I will always have our time to revisit. I need to forget this simple world that I’m leaving behind and just let time stand still while I embrace everything that you are.

While it seems somewhat impossible that you would feel even remotely as deeply about me as I do for you… I hope that you will wait for me patiently and at least allow a small smirk from your lips when you think of me.

Soon, my love, we will have each other.

Soon.

Xoxo

Ya wanna do somethin’?

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On my morning commute I came across an idea. It was just there, sitting on the side of the road all overzealous and wearing a shirt that said “You’re Going To Fail”. I chuckled and gave him a ride anyways.

One of my favorite passtimes is to go through my Facebook feed or even my friend’s list and look at each person and say… does this person even care that I exist? Or if they appear to be posting things I don’t agree with on a scale that I just can’t handle… I simply ‘unfriend’ them. It sounds juvenile but it’s actually quite a spiritual experience. You are finally ripping down the pretense that we’ve created over the years. We have been led to believe that if I work with this person, have class with this person or even meet this person at a party… I must add them on Facebook.

Some people it even goes further. They add people they don’t even know, haven’t even met, friends of friends that they find cute because… well come one… that’s what really matters right?

(Insert eyeroll)

I refuse to be a person that just collects individuals though as back ups for when everyone else is busy or when I need a self-esteem boost via a new selfie upload.

Still, as I look at my dwindling amount of Facebook friends, I realize that is still quite the large amount of people. Do I have anything to do with them though? My core friend group seems to waver around a 6-8 number and I have many more friends than that on social media.

So I have an offer to make. Instead of sitting and wondering why I never see this person anymore or wondering if there is a night that a blackout took over and I possibly ruined their life… I’m going to do this…

If you want to be a part of my life. If you want to hang out or cross each other’s paths. Here I am.

It can be a lunch or a dinner or drinks or a movie or something crazy random or even slightly outdoorsy (insert heavy breathing).

For the past however many months I have been attempting to be happier and live my life how I want rather than how is convenient.

This doesn’t have to take place soon or even this month. We’re all adults with busy lives… but I am going to make a list of each person who takes me up on this and I am going to sit and plan and I’m not giving up on anyone unless you give up first!

Facebook, instagram, text, wordpress comment… here I am folks… we were friends in some way shape or form once. Do you wanna hang out?

Addendum: JD sir you are automatically on this list because you made every effort to hang out with me over the holidays and those plans got shunned. I will find a way to make it to you although Jamie O’Neal says there is no Arizona.

Sun & Sand

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I take playlists very seriously.

It’s just a well known fact.

And as I prepare for what will most certainly be my best birthday adventure yet I am also preparing what I hope to be a summer playlist like no other. Sun and sand go hand in hand with the appropriate music.

As a child my eyes watched countless films depicting epic Summers that both the young and the not-so-young (I’m looking at you Stella) experienced. While these films were great on their own, what I really paid attention to was their soundtracks.

The tunes that played when they popped the cap off their soda in glass bottles.

The beats that drummed while they let go of things in their every day life that were holding them back.

Those melodies that made us want to fall in love with a stranger or a strange place we were hesitant to explore.

I’m attempting to collect the perfect tracks for the warm seasons of 2017. The old, the new, the inbetween… a soundtrack for the dog days of summer.

Once I’ve made enough progress, and have a hefty enough list, I will post a link for you to enjoy the collection.

Until then though follow along through my Facebook page as I link music videos of my selections.

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Stay tuned!

Only The Gods Are Real.

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My newest obession isn’t new at all – only new to me. It’s actually an over-a-decade old obession for some.

Let me pause to say: I read a book.

This is a big thing for me. As a child I took part in a competitive reading program. Accelerated Reader. I mean… it worked. Prizes were awarded but I did also enjoy reading and did a lot of it for a 10 year old but by the end of fifth grade I was done reading. Suddenly, reading became painful to me. The last book I remember that I chose to read, completed and retained it’s information was ‘Dracula’ and it still remains my favorite book.

Well… maybe.

So here I am, some 10+ years later, and I’m finding it a necessary comfort to tote a book around with me where ever I scurry.
This entry in The Misterhood of the Traveling Pizza isn’t just about a book though. No, this is something much larger.


I am so thankful a handsome, tall and cheerful fellow waltzed into work one day with a passion for the imaginary and a path to set me on. This soulmate-esque coworker spoke often of what I believe is his favorite author and highly suggested the best seller “American Gods”. Sure, it took me a couple years but, I’m finally wading into the waters that cause one to fall madly in love with Neil Gaiman.
The moment I sat in that silent gym and first opened the crisp pages of my newly purchased book… I knew it was for me. The tone, the characters, the subject matter, the pop culture references. They all made it seem like this book was written just for me.

Suggesting it to others is a new hobby of mine. “American Gods” is a novel about a man, imprisoned, who gets out a little early due the death of his beloved wife. He’s made some poor choices but he’s soon to find out so have other people in his life. On his way to her wake he comes across a strange man who wants to hire him for odd jobs and… security? Our main character is then thrown into this world that exists without our knowledge and yet stands nexts to us in day to day life.

As we all immigrated to America we brought our culture, our lore, our gods. They took root in America as we created what we now call ‘the metling pot’. Times change though and today our greedy society is taking power from the old gods and new ones have been created. Technology, media, money – all the things we give unlimited power to today.


Without giving away too much I can say our main character ‘Shadow’ gets to explore these gods, this… other world (so to speak) and gets caught in the cross fire of that tale as old as time where the past fights the future. Now that I’ve completed the tenth anniversary edition of ‘American Gods’ I can definitely see why it was an international best seller.
What made me finally go out and buy it was the fact that Starz had created a television series of it that was soon to air. Having given up on reading, I’m normally one of those usual suspects who hasn’t read the books that television series are based on. This time was going to be different. With a trustworthy recommendation and content that closely related to my interests, I felt an urgent need to complete this book before it made its way to my t.v. screen.

That’s what else this entry is about. My obsession doesn’t end with “The End”. Watching both trailers for the upcoming series has become a daily religious practice of mine. You can watch it at the link below. Or go back to my Facebook page where I will post it immediately after this.

[American Gods: Season 1 Trailer]
Neil Gaiman himself approves of Starz’s creation and the cast has me giddy like a school child. Now, I know our main character ‘Shadow’ from Keri Russell’s “Austenland” where he played a horribly over the top soap opera actor but from what I’ve seen it doesn’t seem like serious, stoic characters are absent from his wheel house. You’ll know the others though:

Ian McShane
Emily Browning
Kristin Chenoweth
Gillian Anderson
Orlando Jones
Crispin Glover
Cloris Leachman
Dane Cook

and… wait for it… Pablo Schreiber aka Pornstache from “Orange Is The New Black”.

As you watch the trailers and read the novel you get unspoken promises of blood, sex, mythology and sheer epicness. But.. maybe you don’t want to commit to reading it though because the show is just a month way.

Well you’re in luck! The first season is said to cover a third of the book with episodes giving you backstory not found in the text. Watch the 8 episodes… if it tickles your fancy… read the book. You can find cheap copies on Amazon or even get the audiobook free with Audible’s 30 day trial. I bought the $20 tenth anniversary edition at B&N and then found a Neil Gaiman double feature hardback for $25 that I added to my collection. This one is a good idea because you get Anansi Boys as well, which tells the tale of another character.

If you’re just interested in the show though I will leave you with this nifty chart Neil Gaiman shared himself. Starz obviously isn’t known for it’s AMAZING shows like HBO or Showtime so they want everyone to know their options. Thank the gods for Amazon Prime!

Stretching My Fingers

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​Something I felt to let out of my fingertips today while at work. Just needed to stretch my fingers a bit. I didn’t really proof read or anything. It’s all just for fun.


Her eyes, nearly blinded by swollen tears, carefully crept above the seat. It was dark and there was a parade of headlights behind her. These low-beams, they swayed and twinkled like Christmas lights in a soft, winter wind. Somehow, a peaceful feeling lingered above the highway but she knew. Somewhere. He was there. Among the shadows and the neverending trail of headlights, she could feel it. His presence.

A throat cleared in the front of the car and caused one fearful tear to lose it’s grip and fall to her cheek. She wiped it from her face by brushing her skin along the stale fabric of the backseat before peering over her shoulder at two shadowy figures whose features were only minorly luminated by the dashboard.

“You’re safe now, ” the man in the passenger seat spoke to the rearview mirror. His voice was strange but calm. Almost reassuring. “You should rest”

She didn’t speak. Instead, she turned once again to the back windshield and stared silently.

“Don’t worry,” another voice instructed, this time a woman – the driver. Her voice was less reassuring than the man’s but the two seemed in agreeance that everything was going to be alright.

With quiet breaths she allowed herself one last look at the sea of cars before slowly lowering her body down into the seat and turning to watch the backs of the two in front. But still she knew – he was there. She felt it. Her heart raced and, attempting to soothe it, she slid one arm under her head to act as a pillow and the other she allowed to fall to the floorboard. Tracing symbols in the gristle with closed eyes slowly began to ease her mind. What must have been receipts and spare change bumped into her index finger as she wrote familiar words. With each letter or loop or figure she found new ways to breathe and convince herself the worst was over and it worked.

The others must have began to notice as the backseat fell still and silent. Their words, though sparse, were respectful of her sleep-like state. Her hand no longer traced through dirt and knickels. Steady was her heart. Soft were their words. Silent breaths escaped her open mouth.

Still respectful and hushed the man spoke.

“We have to hurry.”

The lady reassured him with a more silent whisper.

“She’ll die soon enough. We’re almost there”