Shame on me!

Well, looks like I’ve done it again. I’ve treated my poor little blog the same way I’ve treated my journals for years. Pure abandonment. Shame on me! Not that I have anyone on the edge of their seat when it comes to my uber exciting life, but it’s good for me to take the time to write and reflect, for my own sake. So… with that said, lets have a little recap!

EPIC weekend
I was lucky enough to have some of my bestest friends come and visit me this past Labor day weekend. I couldn’t have asked for a better time. There was sun, good food, live music, laughter, dancing, singing, fake jersey accents, boxed wine, more boxed wine, and an overall amazing time had by all.








6ft of Fun
I’m pretty sure I came up with the best idea I’ve ever had with this one. I wasn’t able to make it for my best friend’s birthday this year, so instead I sent her a life-size tracing of ME!




Old Friends
The Santor family was nice enough to invite me down to Seabrook one afternoon to visit them on their vacation. I’m pretty sure it had been at least 8 years or so since we had last seen each other. It was so nice catching up!




As for the “sandbox” situation, it has gotten much better. I’ve been meeting new people and keeping myself busy with little new adventures. I must say, knowing a few girls from KY that live down here has definitely helped! But I’ve made some new friends here too, the closest being my neighbor Crystal (who gave me quite the scolding when she read the previous sandbox posting). I’ve also bonded with the navy boys on my floor at the apartment, they are full of great stories and watch Jersey Shore with me. Yes, we fist pump. In my most recent excursions I’ve also managed to find a shag dance partner, rock band-mates, sailors, fellow bluegrass enthusiasts, jam session musicians, and pool buddies. I have most importantly found some great people that make me laugh and enjoy one another’s company.











So I’d have to say all in all I haven’t done too bad for myself thus far!

The Sandbox Days...

Remember when making a new friend was as simple as exchanging a plastic shovel and fist of sand with one other? Maybe a few awkward looks and anti-sharing temper tantrums but before you knew it, you had a bff (translation for my dad: bff= best friend for life). If only it was still that easy… These days, one must be a bit more creative and engaging to land solid friendships. Especially if you are out of school, not originally from the area, not married, have no children, live off the main drag, and commute 45 minutes both ways to work…i.e. me. I am anything but anti-social and I find myself to be pretty entertaining as well as a good friend to my closest gal pals.
But I have found this new Charleston adventure of mine to be…dare I say it, for the most part “friendless”. I know that sounds terrible and pathetic when I read it back to myself out loud but it’s mostly true. And don’t get me wrong, I am anything but lonely and sad about this, I just know that I will eventually grow tired and a little nutty from trying to have conversations with my dog.
I know that every new experience is what you make of it and anything rewarding and good requires effort, but why is it so damn hard to make that first step? Unlike guys, it’s a bit taboo for us ladies to go to the bar alone, order up a cocktail and start chatting it up with the female sitting in the next seat… that tends to come off a bit, shall we say creeper? Same experience has been had at the pool area as well for that matter! Whatever happened to the simple exchange and mutual agreement of something fun (like sand) to ignite the start of a fabulous new found friendship. I suppose we shall see and continue taking it one day at a time…and try not to weird out too many of the other pool goers…

we're not in kentucky anymore

our next door neighbor "clyde" the gator, he lives at the gildan plant across the st.


palm trees!(i really need to stop acting so excited about seeing palm tress, it makes me seem really weird and special)


pro soccer games


and of course it doesn't suck to have the beach about 15 minutes away

condo sweet condo

totally awesome awesome new home!
(fyi-photos taken pre move-in)

introduction: the great migration south

one of the biggest reasons for me to start writing this blog was to have a place where i could share my recent life changes with friends and also have a unique way of being able to reflect and process my own experiences via social media. to go through the recap, my life is 100% different from what it was just a month and a half ago. not only did i move 8/10 hours (depends on who is driving) from home... i shacked up with a boy, took the first job i was offered, and moved to a town where i didnt know a single person. genius right? actually so far so great! getting away is exactly what i needed to light a little fire underneath my seat. more details are soon to come.

the following pictures will do most of the talking when it comes to everything it took to make the great migration south...

The "Charleston To Do List"



of course there were days that we didnt feel like being productive or packing


99.9% of that is mine... yea...


finished product, before realizing that the entertainment center was left out. needless to say it didnt make the trip.


and of course it would not have been as crazy/fun of a moving schedule if we had not taken a break and headed to nashville to see A and C get hitched (literally 2 days before the long haul)

testing, testing, 1 2 3...

after several failed attempts to try to find something to occupy the slow gaps at work and home, (examples include facebook's island paradise-much like the notorious farmville, needlepoint, researching atkins friendly recipes, fbstalking ex boyfriends-yea i said it, watching weatherchannel radar maps, and google-ing random subjects such as "how to treat sun poisoning" i have finally decided to break down and see what all of this blog stuff is about. i know... that makes me sound about 60 years old and i have to admit that i even feel a little intimidated by the whole thing... therefor, before i kick this whole thing off i must give my personal disclaimer... i have terrible grammar, i write in all lowercase letters, i have poor sentence structure, and i cant spell. my life is anything but exciting and adventourous but it's still my own little story to share, even if i am the only one listening. i feel that the documentation of ones life is very important, regardless of how many other people are paying attention. so here goes...