dirt bikes & cowboy boots

recently i added a new item to my list of things i've experienced....



watchin fellas ride through mounds of filth on heavy duty dirt bikes while i sat happily drinking double vodka tonics in red cowboy boots. hello fun!!



Initially i thought this event would be rated high on the redneck spectrum, though i'm not sure why. For this reason alone i decided high waisted denim shorts & cowboy boots would be completely reasonable & adorable. Admittedly, i was wrong... granted, it was an adorable combo (if i do say so myself) but, there just wasn't that air of budweiser, dixie outfitters & body odor like i had imagined. humph. The mista was quite giddy about going, being that he used to ride himself & when his old dirt ridin' buddy contacted him saying he had all access industry passes for the two of us, he swooned. actually, we both did!



i was pleasantly surprised to see the crowd favorite was a Florida boy named Bubba Stewart. The name alone breeds greatness... i was even more surprised to see he was African American. That thrilled me because it was unexpected, i love it, breakin stereotypes!! So, now that i have supercross fan under my belt, i can completely say that i would attend another event - i even got to watch this dude fly off his bike, while his bike continued onward to crash through a wall & into onlookers. intense stuff... i dig.

on being irish Erin


Okay, so technically i'm not exactly Irish. In fact i'm half Scottish & half American, but i do have an Irish name & red hair, & an affinity for green... & these qualities typically lead to free drinks on glorious St. Patrick's Day. So, each year on the seventeenth of March i morph into Irish Erin.


Irish Erin shows no favoritism towards alcoholic beverages, she listens to an abnormally high amount of Flogging Molly & Dropkick Murphys, attempts to Irish jig, kisses strange men dressed as leprechauns, sometimes wears fake tattoos & has pretended to be a lesbian (only for giggles, naturally).


circa 2008


Despite hearing many endless jokes surrounding Erin Go Braugh (predominantly Erin Go BraLESS) it's one of my absolute favorite holidays. This year I had a lovely mista to kiss who is actually of Irish descent & am already anticipating next year's antics... when it falls on a Friday.

Til then i'll stay searching for my own little pot o gold beneath the rainbow.

tingling molecules

Yesterday, while wandering the brick streets of St. Augustine, we stumbled upon the absolute cutest V-dub bus:


& ate less than fantastic fried seafood at a seafood festival, listened to live Celtic music- that was missing some intense river dance moves, cruised with the top down to take in the lovely sunny weather & i also got to watch my daring boyfriend (attempt to) tame a wild mechanical bull. i must also mention that i became acquainted with Tosh.0 - apparently, i've been hiding under a less than awesome rock for many years unaware of his hilarious-sexuality-in-question self.

Over the weekend i spent some quality time indulging in some serious retail therapy & fell in love with acrylic bracelets, high-waist shorts, clearance dresses, owl earrings, & an adorable swim suit i just couldn't resist.


T-minus eleven days til we set sail ♥


On top of being daring, my incredibly sweet Mista surprised me by picking up these gorgeous


D&G sunnys for yours truly. I spied them a few weeks ago on a shopping adventure in St. Auggie & thought they might just be perfect for our upcoming adventure to the Western Caribbean. He snagged them, hid them beneath my pillow & i found them twelve hours later with a giant smile on my face. SO sweet ♥

Right now, i'm tuned into The Bachelor - & i'm watching him completely break a girl's heart into pieces (or so it seems). Reality television is so absurd ~ throwing a bunch of women together in a house to presumably all fall in love with one man, encouraging them to battle with one another along the way & undoubtedly develop new insecurities about themselves all for the hope that they will be the one all dressed up getting proposed to, not dumped. I think it's ridiculous, does that make me a cynic?

melodic mondaze SXSW volume I

Did i mention that i'm too poor to attend SXSW this year after all? It's true, Instead of spending days engulfed in a magical musical experience, (like i had once dreamed) i'll be working away & just listening to awesome bands in a more controlled environment.... Ohhh one day, i'll get there, i promise. In my mind i'll imagine i'm surrounded by energetic live music enthusiasts... we take extra long blinks sensing each note, feeling the vibrations of every chord & letting the sounds navigate our bodies in dangerous directions.



I complied a a slight sampling of some of the awesomeness that ears in Austin, Texas will be receiving, & i'll be there in spirit.




i might not be attending Austin for a blow my mind music fest, but i am counting the days til i embark out of Miami & head to the Western Caribbean....

March on

Oh hello, & good evening month of March, my you have arrived so quickly!! I can hardly believe we're swimming in the third month of twenty eleven already. It's so sweet to see you, as I am particularly fond of St. Patrick's Day... a wonderful day to celebrate my Irish name, consume copious amounts of alcohol & wear one of my absolute favorite colors! So, truly... it's lovely to see you & the upcoming Spring season!!


But oh March, you are extra spectacular this time around because the last week of your existence in 2011, i will be setting sail on a five night western Caribbean cruise! I'm completely obsessed with the notion of seeing Jamaica & Grand Cayman & getting away & naturally the excitement that comes with partying on a giant party ship cruising out of Mi-ah-miiii. I'm guilty of already planning outfits, in addition to run-on sentences including a LOT of ampersands.

& ohhh the bikinis... Thinspiration?


my girl, miss ├╝ber hot redhead ~ Cintia Dicker is back in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition for a third time. Just in time for me to give myself a good ass kicking before i step into the sun in hopes to become freckled & looking cute in new kini's.



Twenty-four, stunning, freckled & keeping it real for natural redheads - obviously, i sweat her ♥

i broke up with my sweet friend soda pop three weeks ago (miss you Dr.P), have been working out my ab's, running (two miles today!), & workin out my bun-buns. Justin Timberlake, Beyonce & Eminem have been very supportive during my efforts, i must thank them. Here's to crossing my fingers results prevail & i'm where i want to be come the end of March.... if not, hopefully i'm too happily intoxicated to care.