Pick-me-up

My morning pick-me-up is always a cup of coffee...

 ...sometimes I get lucky and get an additional pick-me-up from a friend. 

I love funny texts and my friends. They all have the best sense of humor and know exactly how to make me smile. 

Hope this is going to be a good Monday. 

As good as a Monday can be, that is. 

Max and me lately

1. I make a good cat bed 2. Playing fetch 3. These are a few of my favorite things 4. Cuddling 5. He fell; I laughed; he got pissed. 6. Hanging out. 

It sounds silly, but whatever I do at home he is by my side. When I come home I'm always greeting to him waiting at the door for me, when I go to bed he is curled up next to me and when I wake up he is purring in my ear.  I'm pretty lucky to have such a great cat. I'm a crazy-cat-lady, I know. Oh well.

 I own it. 

Beach break

Before my day began on Monday I took a trip to the beach with Steven to enjoy some coffee, breakfast, sun and a view of the ocean.

Without coffee everything else seems like a blur.

ha

 

Sometimes you have to prove you can do it alone before you can accept someone standing beside you for support. 

Thank you for your continuous support, Steven <3

Farewell

 Satsuma.was.amazing. 

Banging coffee, delicious juice and insanely good food was how Steven and I decided to have our last breakfast in New Orleans. It was a bittersweet goodbye. The trip was truly amazing. We made so many memories and got to experience so many new things. Thanks for having us, New Orleans. Until next time :)

What I do on Bourbon Street

Pose for a caricature.

It just makes me smile

Music To My Ears

 Steven and I made a pit stop at this adorable little place to get caffeinated and listen to music. 

I think old books are so beautiful.  I bought an old Mental Health book as decor for my apartment. 

It's the little things <3

Lions and Tigers and Bears

 Steven could not wait to go to the zoo. Let that be known. 

 We explored before and took some photos. 

Then we took in the rays all day while animal watching 

....this is what I look like when I'm not posing for a picture. 

I'm pretty attractive. Bahaha

Squirrel Dress

I brought the squirrel dress to New Orleans. If you know me you know that I loathe squirrels, so this dress is 1 part humorous and 1 part momentous for me. 

Steven and I at our cooking class: Speaking of momentous... you'll probably never see me with 1. my hair up again (minus later in this post) and 2. with my bangs up.  The humidity was too much my friends, so drastic times called for drastic measures to be taken. 

 Ready for some grub

 Sort of reminds me of the wizard of oz...anyone see it?

Owning this squirrel dress.

One step closer to not hating these little creatures, one step closer. 

Like-ah bull

On Saturday night, Steven and I went to dinner with friends at a little place called Horns Foods.

They have local fresh food, so it was a must-try! 

 The decor was adorable. 

I got a falafel and fresh lemonade

 Steven went for a cheese steak and cream soda

 Kiddies came too!

Good food. Good friends. Good times <3

Cruising

These bikes were very helpful in NOLA and the basket, well it was just the icing on the cake. 

 Habitat for Humanity Resale Shop

 Awesome thrift store...

 ...where I got these little gems. 

 I'm on a boat motha ..... don't you eva forget ;)  

Yes, I did sing this while on the boat. 

Shadow love <3

Little wine never hurt anyone

The place we were staying at recommended a bunch of local places to check out while we were in New Orleans.  Bacchanal was one of them. It is this adorable little wine loft with small plates of food and wine...how'd ya know ;) 

 There's outdoor seating that feels like you're in someone's backyard. 

So, I got a bottle of wine and was not to keen on it. I decided to bring the rest of the bottle home as a "just-in-case" I wanted to give it another whirl. I also wanted to take advantage of the liquor laws in New Orleans, which allow you to have open containers of alcohol in public. 

Anyway, I popped that baby in my bottle holder on my bike and left for the place we were staying. 

 As I'm riding along and feeling the breeze run through my hair I realize I'm about to go over railroad tracks. As I'm going over the wine flies out and get all over my brand.new.pants. I react with a "MY PANTS" and then swiftly move my handle bars in an attempt to stop the red wine from spilling more and my tire gets stuck in the train track. And like humpty dumpty...I had a great fall my friends. 

What do I mean by great fall? I mean I fall so hard that someone runs out of their house yelling "ARE YOU OK?! DO YOU NEED HELP" I reply "My pants...my new pants." to myself then yell back "I'm fine. Just embarrassed". Oh...and as I was laying on the train tracks wishing I would die Steve hits me with his bike. hahahaha. A day in the life. A day in the life. 

If you get anything from this post, get that this (see picture above) is a bad idea. 

I'm finally getting over my bruises, but my ankle is still in pain. 

Being a klutz at least yields interesting stories ;)