GPOYW - Of all the photos taken on Friday night, this is my favorite. Also, of all the photos taken Friday night, this is one of the only ones that doesn’t make me ask, “what the fuck is going on there!?” Friday night was interesting. 
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GPOYW - Of all the photos taken on Friday night, this is my favorite. Also, of all the photos taken Friday night, this is one of the only ones that doesn’t make me ask, “what the fuck is going on there!?” Friday night was interesting. 

Words of wisdom on a bathroom wall in a bar in downtown Charleston. Nothing ever stays the same, and if you try to fight change, you’re only going to drive yourself crazy. Embrace it.
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Words of wisdom on a bathroom wall in a bar in downtown Charleston. Nothing ever stays the same, and if you try to fight change, you’re only going to drive yourself crazy. Embrace it.

It had been a really long time since I last did any knitting, so the other day I decided it was time to do something about that. Wanting a quick and easy project, I checked out Ravelry and opted for a mug and French press jacket pattern that had been sitting in my queue for more than a couple years, and I had plenty of left over stash yarn I could use. I figured I would be able to finish it that night, but I was wrong. It hadn’t dawned on me how out of practice I was. My fingers aren’t as nimble as they used to be, and I had a very hard time keeping my concentration. I’d say a good thirty percent of the time it took me to make the damn thing, if not more, was spent picking up dropped stitches, correcting backwards stitches, and undoing entire rows because I forgot I was working a row with smocking. Toward the end, though, it got easier. My fingers loosened up, and it became much easier to focus.  As much as I’d like to start another project today, I have way too many other things I need to take care of first, and I have a bad habit of losing track of time when knitting. It’s one of those activities that tends to put me in the zone, and hours can feel like minutes. Normally that’s a good thing when I have time to waste, but right now I don’t need to be procrastinating. A friend of mine is pregnant, so more than likely I’ll make some cute little baby booties next. I’ve already found some really cute patterns.
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It had been a really long time since I last did any knitting, so the other day I decided it was time to do something about that. Wanting a quick and easy project, I checked out Ravelry and opted for a mug and French press jacket pattern that had been sitting in my queue for more than a couple years, and I had plenty of left over stash yarn I could use.

I figured I would be able to finish it that night, but I was wrong. It hadn’t dawned on me how out of practice I was. My fingers aren’t as nimble as they used to be, and I had a very hard time keeping my concentration.

I’d say a good thirty percent of the time it took me to make the damn thing, if not more, was spent picking up dropped stitches, correcting backwards stitches, and undoing entire rows because I forgot I was working a row with smocking. Toward the end, though, it got easier. My fingers loosened up, and it became much easier to focus. 

As much as I’d like to start another project today, I have way too many other things I need to take care of first, and I have a bad habit of losing track of time when knitting. It’s one of those activities that tends to put me in the zone, and hours can feel like minutes. Normally that’s a good thing when I have time to waste, but right now I don’t need to be procrastinating.

A friend of mine is pregnant, so more than likely I’ll make some cute little baby booties next. I’ve already found some really cute patterns.

As I’ve recently mentioned, I miss spending time appreciating nature in my parents’ backyard. I took this picture while I was still staying there (probably two months ago), and there were actually two turtles before Kahlua scared the other one off. I’d really like to find a place with lots of wild animals within walking or bike riding distance, but I don’t think one exists. Maybe I’ll have to settle for a place with lots of squirrels.
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As I’ve recently mentioned, I miss spending time appreciating nature in my parents’ backyard. I took this picture while I was still staying there (probably two months ago), and there were actually two turtles before Kahlua scared the other one off. I’d really like to find a place with lots of wild animals within walking or bike riding distance, but I don’t think one exists. Maybe I’ll have to settle for a place with lots of squirrels.

GPOYW - This was taken on Sunday, I believe, but I could be wrong. The whole long 4th of July weekend was honestly a big drunken blur. And, while Captain Dodd looks pretty lucky to be out on the boat with four of his pirate hookers, there were actually four other guys with us too.
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GPOYW - This was taken on Sunday, I believe, but I could be wrong. The whole long 4th of July weekend was honestly a big drunken blur. And, while Captain Dodd looks pretty lucky to be out on the boat with four of his pirate hookers, there were actually four other guys with us too.

Poor thing hasn’t seen a wave in years. Today, she got wet.
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Poor thing hasn’t seen a wave in years. Today, she got wet.

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This is one of my favorite songs right now, and it keeps coming on my iPod on shuffle. The lyrics are so simple, but they seem to fit for me on so many levels right now.

Go on sit back and relax and get comfortable
Oh yes sit back and relax and get comfortable
Now close your eyes
Now make it right

Don’t point your finger at me
Don’t you know it’s you why you’re suffering
You’re why you’re suffering

I’ve got my mind set at ease
Don’t you know it’s you why you’re suffering
You’re why you’re suffering

I’ve got my reasons to live
Don’t you know it’s you why you’re suffering
You’re why you’re suffering

I’ve got my mind set at ease
Don’t you know it’s you why you’re suffering
You’re why you’re suffering.

This was taken about a week or two ago while cruising around the Charleston Harbor on a friend’s boat one late afternoon. As much as I miss driving really fast and scaring tourists on the very old and narrow John C. Grace Bridge, built in 1929, the Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge makes a much better landmark for Charleston.
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This was taken about a week or two ago while cruising around the Charleston Harbor on a friend’s boat one late afternoon. As much as I miss driving really fast and scaring tourists on the very old and narrow John C. Grace Bridge, built in 1929, the Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge makes a much better landmark for Charleston.

GPOYW - That would be me in the middle of the dance floor at Suede on Saturday. I didn’t want to go out that night, but because a friend was in town for the weekend, I said I’d go out for one drink.  Well, one drink turned into seven. Then I ended up at Huddle House, and then I was up until almost 5AM pigging out on my leftover birthday cake, watching random Youtube videos and getting even more intoxicated with my neighbor. Despite waking up about four hours later to take my neighbor to get his keys from our friend’s house, and spending most of the day napping before going out for dinner and drinks with friends, I somehow miraculously felt fine Monday morning. Rarely ever do I catch up on sleep that fast. I’m grateful, though, because I’ve been getting shit done all week like a bawse.
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GPOYW - That would be me in the middle of the dance floor at Suede on Saturday. I didn’t want to go out that night, but because a friend was in town for the weekend, I said I’d go out for one drink. 

Well, one drink turned into seven. Then I ended up at Huddle House, and then I was up until almost 5AM pigging out on my leftover birthday cake, watching random Youtube videos and getting even more intoxicated with my neighbor.

Despite waking up about four hours later to take my neighbor to get his keys from our friend’s house, and spending most of the day napping before going out for dinner and drinks with friends, I somehow miraculously felt fine Monday morning. Rarely ever do I catch up on sleep that fast. I’m grateful, though, because I’ve been getting shit done all week like a bawse.

Regardless of your religion or lack thereof, the statement is so true. There’s something about being outdoors in a beautiful setting and soaking it all in that takes you just a little bit higher. It’s a tiny little reminder that there’s so much to be grateful for and so much more to life. And that is why I miss my parents’ back yard.
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Regardless of your religion or lack thereof, the statement is so true. There’s something about being outdoors in a beautiful setting and soaking it all in that takes you just a little bit higher. It’s a tiny little reminder that there’s so much to be grateful for and so much more to life. And that is why I miss my parents’ back yard.