heyyyy you guyyyys

Lately I've been trying to apply a "when in Rome" mentality to every aspect of my life. For example: While living in the south, I feel it's completely necessary to tailgate whenever possible, and go to a NASCAR race. When in Rome, right? You wouldn't spend a spring in Indianapolis and miss the Indy 500. I've got to respect the ways of the south, too.

And this season, I'm trying to do everything fally I can possibly think of. From carving to layering my clothes to Haunted Houses to Halloween parties, I'm walking around like a pumpkin spiced autumn addict. When in Rome fall.

As part of this effort, I recently tried making a pumpkin smoothie in lieu of my typical A.M. banana version. And while it was incredibly tasty, you need not be fooled by the word "pie" in the recipe title. It's not exactly the sweetest of smoothies. However, it did make for an excellent breakfast and kick-started my last two mornings with some pumpkiny love.

Happy fall you guys! (I'm not quite so southern as to say happy fall y'all. but maybe someday :) When in Georgia, right?)

zachary binx!

I nearly had a panic attack last week when I realized we were a full six days into October and I had yet to watch Hocus Pocus. Real life emergency.

Fortunately, plans were already in motion for a super autumnal celebration with some of my very favorite Atlantans. Between carving pumpkins, eating lots of Halloweenish snacks (mainly cider) and, of course, watching Hocus Pocus, my panic attack has subsided.


ta da!

Savannah is for brothers

Last weekend I had the pleasure of visiting Duke in Statesboro, Georgia.

In case you're some crazy person that has been living underground for the last 23 years, and have therefore missed how amazing of a broski he is, let me enlighten you. When I arrived Friday night, Duke had made chicken and peppers for us and had a bottle of Riesling and OJ waiting for me, all to be followed by slow churned ice cream and candy corn.

Um is he the best or what?

Saturday morning, we went for a run on campus and then headed to Savannah. Oh my stars. It is the best place ever. All day we kept trying to describe what it reminded us of: Nashville, Rosemary Beach, Bloomington, Maine, Boston, Sandestin, Disney World!!

Until finally, we just decided it is a little bit of all of those magical places in one, which makes it Savannah.

And we are both completely in love with it.
The historic portion of the city covers an area of only four miles, yet we probably walked at least ten during the day. After an amazing lunch, a tour of the Owens-Thomas house, mystery hunting in Colonial Park cemetery, meandering along the river and much more, I looked at Duke and said, well, I think we've about done it all. To which Duke looked at me like I was a complete looney toon, and said, are you serious?

Because, we most certainly could have stayed for a week and still there would have been more to do.

What I should have said was: I'm totally dead and am ready for an iced coffee. But I felt better blaming our trip home on running out of things to do, as opposed to the fact that Savannah took me down.

When we got back to Statesboro, we went to a party with some of Duker's new friends. I was so happy to get to meet them, see his apartment and campus, and really get a visual on his new life. Although three hours is still rilly a lot of miles between us, it's great to know he's a weekend drive away.
This house was very, very large.