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Persephone was a bit worn out after her fun-filled vacation, but now she’s back in action. This past week she whipped up a batch of Watermelon Margaritas and some Asparagus Salad for my book club friends and then continued to get her fruity drink on while watching Project Runway. On Sunday, she took a day trip out to the Davis family farm for some fun in the sun with old friends from Athens. One of them even brought her a playmate.

P also came with me to work today. Right now she’s proofreading a few emails. Hopefully she won’t cause a ruckus. Right after work I’m taking P to her first Atlanta Braves game. Hopefully they won’t discriminate and will let her in the gates! Tune in tomorrow to find out!

P’s Watermelon Margarita Recipe

1 seedless watermelon, cubed
1/2 bottle white tequila
4 limes, juiced (reserve limes post-juicing)
1/2 cup triple sec
1/2 liter sparkle water

Puree the first four ingredients in a blender. Pour into a pitcher and stir in sparkle water. Drop in the reserved limes. Serve over ice and enjoy!

P’s found the Asparagus Salad recipe in Cooking Light (I’ve shared my obsession with her) and it was SO good that she wanted to share it with you.

Also, P is ridiculously excited to meet Karin Slaughter this weekend at the Decatur Book Festival!



Persephone’s last day of vacation was pretty run of the mill — some new ink, a run in with the cops, a few new friends and what may or may not be a threat from Mr. Pink.

What will P get into next? Stay tuned…



Persephone had a big day today filled with a lot of firsts. She tried everything from Waffle House to rum drinks to mini golf. Overall she was genuinely admired and even got a few strokes from strangers. Honestly, she’s a little sad that we only have one more day of vacation, but she’s been having a great time!



Today we took Persephone to Pier Park, which is a walkable shopping center/carnival/bar scene. She partied until her little chicken heart was content. For the most part, people were unbelievably cool and welcoming. As always, there were a few naysayers, but P would just glare at them from her beady side-eyes and they’d slowly back away. Darwinist instincts at their finest.

She’s having a little sugar induced nap right now, but who knows what she might get into next…



{August 16, 2011}   Persephone’s Big Day Out

Yesterday, Persephone experienced the ocean for the very first time. She was a bit tentative at first, but a few margaritas and some encouragement later and she was swimming like a champ.

A whole day at the beach with P and only one pair of uptight, middle-aged ladies gave us the stink eye and inquired, “And just what is the purpose of this?” To which I quite nonchalantly (and super sarcastically) replied, “It’s P’s first trip to the beach. Of course we’re going to take photos.” Boy did they feel stupid.

Beach day = check. Up next – Coyote Ugly.



A couple of weeks ago, on this blog, I introduced you to my new chicken, Persephone. What none of us knew then was exactly how obsessed with her one might become. And by one, of course, I mean me.

Let’s back this up a few steps. You all know that I think chickens are assholes. Well, it turns out that only LIVE chickens are assholes. Dead or fake chickens are actually quite fun. Earlier this summer I participated in a photo shoot with the most amazing Marc Turnley (NSFW link, btw). Marc is this awesome photographer that I know. He really knows how to make a girl feel so comfortable that she can really and truly be herself — even if herself is slightly (ok a lot) strange. Well, it just so happened that there was a taxidermy chicken around that night and we had a lot of fun with it. The resulting photos are amazing, but I’m not quite ready to share them.

Now let’s segue to my discovery of The Bloggess and her five foot tall metal chicken Beyonce. I have never laughed/cried/snorted so hard in my life. And then there was the magical moment when I first laid eyes on Persephone. She called to me and I knew I had to have her.

Since then, Persephone (who has her very own knife and a rockin’ personality) has been very active. She’s watched (and snarked on Facebook about) Project Runway with some of my college friends:

And now she has accompanied G and I on vacation! Here are a selection of photos from Persephone’s beach vacation so far:

Packing a few books for the beach.

Seatbelted in and ready to roll!

Having some boiled peanuts from a roadside stand in Dothan, Alabama.

Checking out the Florida welcome center.

All unpacked and ready to party!

Hogging the Cheetos after a long night (brr that air conditioning is cold.

Still on Persephone’s to-do list are a day at the beach and dancing on the bar at Coyote Ugly. Photos to follow!



{August 12, 2011}   Jesus was a Minotaur

1) Actual conversation G and I had today:

b: What do you want for your birthday?
G: A grill pan.
b: Not a tattoo? You’d be hotter with more tattoos.
G: I’m not hot now?
b: You’re hot enough.
G: You’re an asshole.
b: You love it.
G: I thought of a tattoo I want, but you won’t like it.
b: What?
G: A bible verse.
b: I’m not paying for that shit.
G: Fruits of the spirit.
b: I know you love Jesus and all, but since I think he’s a mythical creature…shit! That’s my next blog title: Jesus was a Minotaur.
G: Yeah. I guess Minotaurs are mythical (pause) enough.
b: Shut up. What about a pin-up girl?
G: I’ll think about it.

Now that I’ve introduced the topic, meet Jesus, the Minotaur.

I chose this photo because I thought it had a reasonable resemblance (look at that robe) and because this Minotaur is kind of sexy (what?) and because it came from an interview with/about the Pixies. I effing love the Pixies.

Speaking of bands I effing love(d), Jani Lane of Warrant died yesterday. This makes me sad. I was a huge Warrant fan back in the day. People just don’t understand the greatness of 80s hair bands these days. I could lie and say that I didn’t have the poster (below) hanging on my wall in the 8th grade, but we’d both know that I was lying and that would defeat the point. I see a drunken karaoke version of Sometimes She Cries in my near future. This one’s for you, Jani…



{August 10, 2011}   Paging Doctor Haldol

We’ve talked about the fact that I may have a screw or two loose before, haven’t we? I hope so, because if not this is going to come as a total surprise.

Here is the conversation I just had with G over text message:

G: You don’t remember me coming home last night, huh?
b: Um, I vaguely remember you kissing my neck.
G: I got home 30+ minutes before that. You threatened to stab me for not laying correctly.
b: Um…what?
G: Yeah. You actually reached for the knife, which is why it was on your dresser this morning. I removed it from under the mattress.
b: Um…sorry?

Yeah. That just happened. Anyone for a sleepover?



1) I feel like I’d be way happier if I was sitting at my desk, sharpening my knife on a whetstone today. The sound of the knife scraping along the stone would be so Zen. What? Don’t judge. I think this photo, given to me by the lovely Leslie, best sums up my feelings about today:

2) I had some delicious ass food last night. G deep fried some fresh-from-BFF-Lauren’s-Mom’s-garden eggplant while I sauteed up some brussels sprouts and fingerling potatoes and tossed them in dijon mustard and fresh squeezed lemon juice. We topped the meal off with G’s cuppa cuppa cuppa peach cobbler still warm from the oven. It was heaven. All that wine I drank while/during/after cooking didn’t hurt either. Here’s some photos:

3) Thanks to increasingly good friend RouxBarb, I fell head over ass over ulnar nerve in love with The Bloggess this last week. I think I want to be her when I grow up. Except I can’t, because I’m just not that funny. Seriously. I snorted. A lot. And leaked out of my eyes. A lot. As a result, I now have my very own slightly murdery chicken, Persephone.

My chicken will cut you.

4) The new topic I’ve been obsessing over/discussing ad nauseam with everyone who will listen is: Are readers born or made? I’m a reader. I always have been. I even remember the first book that made me cry (A Dog Called Kitty by Bill Wallace) that I bought at the Book Fair in elementary school). My nephews, however, are not readers. This makes me sad. I want to them to be readers. At minimum, I want one of them to be a reader. To this end we always have reading time when they are at my house and I keep buying them books. I just got an awesome one for my oldest nephew (Touching Spirit Bear by Ben Mikaelsen) and I’m really hoping it will be the book that pushes him over the edge into readership. Fingers crossed.

Now, about that whetstone…



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