Thursday, June 28, 2012


Happy Thursday! Okay. So why do people get angry and defensive about the truth?  How can one claim that they don't value the opinion of another, yet contradict themselves by becoming affronted and defensive at what someone has said? I think there are many reasons why people become this way.  The realization that the person who is pointing out the truth is correct? Insecurity? Embarrassment? A combination of all three? It takes a truly vengeful and insecure person to act so strongly upon words from the person that they "hardly value." Kind of relates to the saying, "you can dish it out but you can't take it!" I think one of my strong points is my ability to remain apathetic, even after someone has put the entirety of their effort into trying to damage me. Simply put, I just don't care! I live my life to the fullest everyday, I have an amazing family and incredibly supportive friends, I am educated and I am healthy. So why bother with anything else?

I think Sara B said it best.
"Stand in line wasting
All of your time just to hate me
Every dime gone to ways
You can find that might bait me
And drag me down, sight set proudly
Bring me to the ground see
You love to be somebody's enemy
Maybe nobody loved you when you were young"
:')  <3 

Time to run.

Going to miss this!
What tropical storm?   
Volleyballers, see you next Tuesday! 
See You Next Tuesday. SWEATY!

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Purple Haze

Patrick and I had quite an eventful weekend! Friday night we went to our second favorite dive bar. Our first favorite dive bar 'Teeluck Lounge,' is near our old house and also within walking distance. The second favorite dive bar used to be named Mick's and from what I understand the bar was sold and went under new management, which I'm in favor of because they stopped smoking inside. I really hated our first favorite dive bar for that reason. Teeluck Lounge is owned by a bunch of 60-year-old Asian women who adore Patrick and me. They sit around chain smoking all day and every time we drank there they would cook us Filipino food and feed us drinks, it was always fun. So anyways, Mick's is now 'Sunny's HQ.' While we were there, Jerry Sandusky received a guilty verdict and the whole bar cheered and high-fived one another. I also became number one champion in the picture-difference-spotting game. Then we took shots. Almost immediately following that, Patrick ICED me for the first time ever so I took a knee like a champ and chugged a nasty Smirnoff Ice. The experience was documented!

Saturday morning is where our weekend became even more eventful. We found out a friend of ours is in jail for a pretty appalling offense. I spent all day Saturday in the emergency room with my friend for CT scans and x-rays. Luckily, she's fine and as of right now Patrick and I are hoping for the best for both of them, although it's fairly likely the dude will do some time behind bars.

Today we had an awesome pyramid leg workout. I threw in some upper back and arms just to add variety.  We had mesquite steak, asparagus and spaghetti squash for dinner and it was deliciousssss! It's been raining all day and it turns out the direction of the storm changed so instead of New Orleans getting most of it, little Debby will be on her way here! If there was ever a time I wanted my board, that time is now.  We actually just drove out to the beach in the middle of writing this to check the waves out. Double red flag with double overhead waves. DAMMIT! They were glassy as hell too. No surprise, it's still raining so we're going to pop open a couple brews and veg out for the rest of the night.

Our Summer Toad Hollow wine shipment comes tomorrow I am pretty pumped about that. Also tomorrow I have my last course to satisfy my license before I take boards, which I'm hoping to do before we head to Jacksonville next month. Got to skype with the in-laws today and that's always fun :) Can't wait until they visit us before we move!
This was not my proudest moment. Sick.
Just a little while ago.
Yay, tropical storm party engage!
This machine is a monster.

#muscles DB Renegade Row
My guys. Jack practicing his box jumps.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

little bit of this, little bit of that

At the beach on Wednesday there were tons of dolphins. The rip currents were pretty intense, which makes sense since there's a tropical storm forming in the gulf, and the breeze was perfect. It's a pretty wild feeling that this is our last summer in Florida. It hit me this evening while Jack and I were about to get drenched in a downpour on our walk.  Between Australia and Florida I've had the ocean near me my entire life. Come to think of it, I can't remember a time where I spent more than two weeks away from the beach.  It'll be at least a three hour drive to the beaches, and from what I've heard, they aren't comparable to Florida in the least. At some point in the near future, I plan on making a "Leaving Florida bucket-list," replete with restaurants we need to try, dive spots we need to dive and whatever touristy activities that we haven't done since we've lived here. On another note, my day was relatively eventful, what with cooking and baking..Ordinarily I would just buy dog treats from the bakery downtown but I decided I wanted to make my own with everything that Jack likes. Carrots, apples and sweet potato. They took forever to make and the dough was sticky and frustrating, but Jack seems to love them so that's a good thing. I plan on mailing some to my mother-in-law for her dog because Jack sure as hell isn't going to eat 30 dog treats. Pictures of e'rythang below :)
Probably should have been focusing on driving, but this was too gorgeous.
Banana-nutmeg muffins, fave.
Dinner. Escarole soup. On a soup streak!
Yay, doggy treats!
This was sort of an accident, I like the stormy background, right before it started raining.
Tuesday night sunset at Juana's

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

some like it hot

So I've been on a serious spicy kick lately where I want to add cayenne pepper and jalapenos to everything I can. I grow my own hot peppers and they're just starting to get full and colorful so I can start using them for my homemade salsa.  Last year I planted habanero, jalapeno and cayenne peppers. I accidentally planted the habanero peppers too close to the jalapenos which resulted in a cross-pollination, which in turn, produced wickedly hot ORANGE jalapenos. I make a pretty mean cumin-habanero sauce which I mailed to Patrick in bulk during his last deployment to cover up the monotony of the eggs for breakfast. I had fun making it and it added a little taste of home for him. Unfortunately, I didn't get to do what I actually wanted to do with the cayenne peppers that I grew, and that was roast them and make my own pepper. Blah, blah, blah....With all of that in mind, I decided to make another batch of cookies, this time, a basic chocolate on chocolate dough with a heaping teaspoon of cayenne pepper and a pinch of cinnamon.   The verdict - delicious of course! There is seriously nothing better than baking cookies and cooking dinner while listening to Frank Sinatra. Nothing. Except maybe with a glass of red wine.
For dinner I made a roasted cauliflower and aged white cheddar soup, it was kind of a mix between two recipes. This one and what I wanted to add to it. Naturally, I added cayenne pepper, about a cup of fat-free half-and-half and chopped up some center-cut bacon as a garnish. The grocery store was out of thyme so I had to settle for ground thyme. Sad. But the good news is, is that it was amazing! Tons of pictures. Tonight is volleyball, hopefully we can continue our winning streak.
Goat cheese & feta bruschetta appetizer.
Yes. Baked these for the guys.
Roasted cauliflower and aged white cheddar soup
These two.<3
Ohh just our neighborhood marsh.
One of the very few reasons that I don't like Florida.
Private beach? Doesn't get any better. This was taken yesterday.

Saturday, June 16, 2012


After getting a degree in Psychology I thought I knew exactly what it was that I wanted to do, and that was work with drug addicts.  I randomly received an email from my would-be supervisor telling me that she wanted to speak with me about a position A.S.A.P. I thought it was too good to be true. It was exactly what I wanted to do and it was less than one song length away from my house. So I started work on Valentine's Day, super romantic. The hallways of the facility were that of (what I assume) a psych ward would look like. Skinny, with bright-ass florescent lights and everything smelled like hand sanitizer and bleach. I started getting nauseous at the smell of the hallways after just a few days of working there. The rooms had two beds and the bathrooms were outside of the rooms. They had cottages for some of the patients that were like college dorm rooms and were much nicer. The detox department had flickering florescent lights and smelled like bleach mixed with cigarette smoke. There wasn't much color in the department which kind of made me depressed because I like color, as I'm sure others do as well.
I started getting pretty burnt out because it was actually a really depressing job. The facility also catered to adolescents and it hurt quite a bit to see 13-17 year-old kids without a support system who were struggling with addiction at such a young age. Not to mention the majority of them were facing criminal charges or had unplanned children that they couldn't father.  Opiates were the overwhelming abused drug at that facility, followed by benzodiazepines and methamphetamine. The patients would come in all messed up and incoherent and then I would have to readily stand by, as their family members were crying at their feet and begging me to help them. It was definitely a position that made you so very thankful for what you have in life. I was one of the few employees who actually genuinely cared about the patients, as many of them told me, which made the job more fulfilling in itself. The majority of the patients complained about certain employees and how they lacked compassion and understanding, particularly the doctor. After the patients left the facility, more so the kids than the adults, I always wondered about them.  I absolutely hoped for the best, that they wouldn't relapse, that they wouldn't go back to the abusive families that many of them were from, that they wouldn't drop out of high school, that they wouldn't go to jail or prison.  There would be nights that I lost sleep because I felt so bad for the adolescents and I wished that there was some other way that I could help. I spent almost four months at that facility and by the time I resigned I realized that substance abuse was not my forte, mainly because I was far too empathetic. I would come home from work sad and would dread going back. I once had a patient who relapsed and when she returned to the facility she asked for me by name. It was almost a bittersweet feeling - seeing someone relapse is an awful feeling, but knowing that they came back and that you made an impact on them the first time was the sweet part. I never did get to wish that patient well a second time off because I had resigned by then. I genuinely hope that patient stays sober.
On a happier note! Patrick and I went to a new seafood joint last night that our neighbor suggested, called Dewey Destin. Gorgeous view on the water and awesome seafood! I could eat fish and crab everyday for the rest of my life and be a happy camper. After that we went for a walk on the beach and grabbed a drink from Crab Trap... It was a lovely night! Today we did a killer workout that I'll definitely be feeling tomorrow, baked zucchini cayenne-chocolate cookies and took Jack swimming. Tonight we're grilling flank steak and asparagus and are probably meeting up with a couple of friends from the pipeline. <3

My salty guy after a swim.

AWESOME mistake cookies! Wrong flour and wrong oats, but they are the BOMB!

Working hard on cracking crab legs for me :)

Can't beat a Florida sunset.



Tuesday, June 12, 2012

there's a first for everything

Okay so today I did something that I'll never do again and I can say that with confidence. That was, trying a pork rind. Went to a local pub with a couple of girlfriends where a very nice, older and southern gentleman offered us pork rinds. "Y'all ladies from the south? Try one of these!" With reluctance I grabbed one and took the teeniest little bite and it pretty much dissolved in my mouth. AWFUL! Jim, the name of the gentleman, took the rest out right of my hand and continued to chomp away. Hmm, wonder what his arteries look like.

The other day was the anniversary Patrick and Matt's brothers who passed away in the Pedro 66 helicopter crash. There was a memorial/going away party on Friday night where the guys usually take a shot called a Rusty Nail. Apparently it's pretty gnarly.  In Memoriam.

Rusty Nail toast

Tasty beers! The back two are Sawgrass and the front is Summer Shandy

Took this for Patrick and I just liked it :)

Flower outside my house, too pretty not to photograph

My sweet sweet love will be home tomorrow. I am ecstatic! <3

Friday, June 08, 2012

"you're my best friend, and i love you"

I want to tell CAITLIN JOHNSON how much I miss her! She is seriously my ride or die. She has been there through everything and will continue to be there through everything. She is the only person (besides Patrick) who knows everything about me and vice versa. It's amazing to have a friendship like ours.  For the past eight years we have been told by several people that they have never seen a friendship like ours. Caitlin has dealt with some serious bullshit with me and has been there for me every single time Patrick deployed.
They say that living with your best friend will either make or break your friendship, and from the beginning, it MADE ours. I'm not sure where Caitlin and I would be if we hadn't lived together for two years.  Not to mention, we worked together at Mellow Mushroom and spend every moment together outside of work or school together. We just understood each other, we were the friends that could give a look and completely understand what the other was thinking.  Our senior year of high school we sat next to each other in Photo Journalism with a teacher who did not like us at all, but the feeling was mutual.  The entirety of the class we would look for apartments in Jacksonville, completely disregarding whatever she would talk about.  At that point we were getting ready to go to college and live on our own so we were pretty excited.  We were also part of the Spanish Honor Society, I was Vice President and she was President.
We lived with a girl named Shelley in our freshmen year of college who we were skeptical about at first but sort of liked her. Overall though, no matter how much we liked anybody else, it was always us before them. We lived in a one bedroom nasty cinder-block dorm room that probably had parasites, with one bathroom mind you. Every time I went pee I took lysol wipes with me, okay, I might be exaggerating.  All of us had different class schedules so I was the only one up for the 7:00AM statistics class blow drying my hair. Both of us had early classes though, and Shelley had the classes that started at like 4:00PM so whenever she came in super late with her boyfriend, we would make sure to make lots of noise and crinkle the cereal box really loud in the morning. One time we found (WRAPPED) condoms on our Mini-Wheats box and were permanently scarred, never ate Mini-Wheats in that dorm room again. You would only understand why we were scarred if you had lived there.  During our time in X-106 or whatever our room number was, we got locked in a convenient store during a tornado warning, we woke up to a robbery attempt (yes, robbery attempt). We were pretty sure the dudes had a gun from the sound of the knock on the door. Pretty scary stuff! Hmm, we would always hit the gym really hard and stop at the store on the way home to buy Oreos and Twix.  We smoked in the dorm room and had a party between the two of us when Shelley moved out. We both suffered a break-up, mine and then hers. Not to mention all the other crap... Flooding, etc.
Summer came and of course we were together pretty much 24/7. My parents were in Germany so we had the huge house and the outdoor kitchen to ourselves, all of which entailed swimming, smoking, cooking and partying. We spend every Wednesday surfing at St. Augustine beach and eating lunch at Oasis. Every night was spent working at Mellow making that cash flow, it was perfect. Surfing, work, friendship. School started back up again in late August and at that point we had two other roommates that we went to high school with. Luckily, the apartment was two bedroom so they shared a loft and we shared a room.  At that point, Caitlin stopped working at Mellow and starting predominately preforming, I was still working at Mellow. We lived together for that year and were pretty frustrated with the living situation with the other girls. If I remember correctly, someone started tying to grill on our porch but the grill caught on fire, and then everyone in the apartment was penalized for it regardless if they had anything to do with it.  Also that semester, a good friend of ours joined the Navy and we basically lost touch with him. NATE, if you happen to ever read this, we miss you.  A few months later we both moved out, she moved into an apartment with a couple girls and I moved into a condo closer to where I worked which was at the NEW Mellow Mushroom at Jax Beach. It was pretty foreign not living with my best friend who knew my mannerisms and who knew my schedule. My new roommate wasn't used to having me come home at one or two in the morning after getting off of work.  Her roommates were interesting, Vegan and drug addict that would basically shoot up in the bathroom. It was a pretty crazy time in our lives. I'm pretty sure at that point I declared my major as communications and wanted to be a news anchor and to be honest with you she never changed her major..... I changed mine five times. We would get together at my place once a week or so for dinner and every Tuesday we had date night which was usually a movie. One time we saw the Madea movie twice. Nobody will ever understand our love for Madea, nobody, not even our men!
During that time is when I met my love. Also during that time she was breaking up with Toby and contemplating getting back with him, so basically she was still with Toby? I'm not sure, I don't really count their breakup. I love them. I will never forget the day that they met! I see it so clearly. I actually used to work with Toby at the YMCA and at a mutual friend's going-away-party for the Navy, is where they met. It was a toga party and Caitlin was sitting on Toby's lap and I'm fairly certain they were singing Across the Universe. Love at first sight! Also that night, my toga had fallen off in the parking lot and Caitlin had to drive my car home. Toby had long hair that I hated, I'm not sure how Caitlin felt about it, although she's mentioned a few times that she likes "hair-cut Toby," I too, like hair cut Toby.
Circa 2005?
The night Caitlin and Toby met!
This is pre haircut Toby.
Zoolander and Voguing
Patrick and I did the long-distance back and forth thing for a while and as soon as he finished his first deployment I decided I couldn't live without him so we thought it was best that I moved out to the panhandle. It was pretty heartbreaking knowing that I would be five hours away from my bestie. The funny thing is, it feels like moving out of the apartment kind of prepared us to live without each other. I talk to Caitlin every single day. I have known friendships before, but I have never known a best friendship like I have with Caitlin. They say friendship isn't about being inseparable, it's about being separated and nothing changes, and that's exactly how it is with me and Caitlin. We're pretty much down to a science... We see each other and we (generally) commence with vodka or sangria.  This is the shortest possible version of me and Caitlin, and the shortest it will ever be because I am certain our friendship will be forever! I love you Mary Caitlin and thank you for being there for me through everything. <3 I'm about to go a little picture crazy!
Schoolhouse Beach in CA
Exhausted after our flight.
Foppiano Vineyards

Foppiano Vineyards in California July 2011
Hop Kiln Winery, my all time FAVORITE wine is from here.

Thursday, June 07, 2012

beer tasting

Yesterday was Wednesday and a girlfriend and I went to Wine World in Destin to go beer tasting. This was a first for me besides the flights of beer you can get at restaurants. There were nine beers altogether and three of them I really liked. Liefmans Fruitesse which was pretty sweet and I normally don't like sweet drinks, but it was the perfect pool-side drink! The other beer I loved was a banana clove one from Pennsylvania - Weyerbacher Merry Monks. Last one was the Gulden Draak Quad which was a Belgian ale with port and dark fruits. Yum! In addition to this we got a free bottle of wine!

Also yesterday I squatted 165 lbs! Originally my goal was 125 which was easy so with each set I increased the weight by ten pounds. By the time I reached 165 I was too fatigued to go higher but I bet next time I'll be good to go straight to 175.

I wanted to vent about something that has been bothering me quite a bit recently. I'm NOT okay with copy cats and I'm not okay with unoriginality. Flattery is one thing, but copying is another.  It's like plagiarism and it's becoming a more prevalent idea as I observe in my day-to-day life. I want to encourage people to be original and to be themselves. 

Another thing that bothers me is bullying, whether it's cyber or physical.  People who hide behind a computer or cell phone and torment others for gratification is despicable. It's much like copying and it's becoming way too accepted in society. These attributes shouldn't be the norm. People who claim to be good people that engage in these types of behaviors are not good people.  My brother has been an inspiration and has helped me open my eyes to become a more loving, accepting and charismatic individual.

Squats are probably my favorite exercise.

Almost there! You get back what you put out.

Florida sunsets will NEVER get old!

Friday, June 01, 2012

Happy Hurricane Season!

June 1. Start of hurricane season in the Atlantic. I have always liked bad weather, everything except tornadoes. Thunderstorms are my favorite though, especially in Florida because the sky will be completely black on one side and completely sunny on the other and then all of the sudden it's like torrential downpour and 30 minutes later it's back to sunshine and birds again. 

Tonight I'm making potato-leek soup. I have never before dealt with leeks. They were sandy! They look like giant green onions and kind of smell like it too. I love potato soup and I love green onions so hopefully I'll love the soup. 

Tomorrow is Billy Bowlegs which neither of us have attended. The past two years Patrick was deployed and I was in Jacksonville. 

Last night on our walk.

Well! My soup was not very engaging. Patrick and I hated the consistency. It tasted like a hot smoothie. Pizza it is! 

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