Why Not Lunch With Us (2)

We all know that summer hits Florida early. Like a bat out of hell, the heat swoops in before spring can properly say hello. And it was a very untimely hello this year. Four days of spring isn't nearly enough to get these bods bathing suit ready.

Regardless, here we are. It's 83 degrees and gorgeous outside. Last weekend it was a scorching 92. Nothing is comfortable at that temperature; not even a pool. How do you breath if your face is underwater the whole time? That's exactly where it needs to be in 92 degree weather.

The Blonde Fox pool has been out of commission for a few months now as it struggles to get bathing ready as well. It recently had a school of tad pole larvae taking their sweet time to grow into cute and cuddly baby frogs. Slimy little guys. Don't be alarmed though. I'm taking care of it. We're about a week away from invading that glorious pond. Bbqs. Pool parties. Night time movies from your favorite float. They'll all be here soon.

And I CAN'T wait.

We spent a good portion of last summer drinking daiquiries at the Red Fox pool, visiting the springs, jumping from rope swings, and grilling out more times than I can remember. It was one of the best summers we've had. I'm stoked to do it all again.

Yep. I said stoked.

Lindsay
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In case you didn't Jump on it. (0)

Some of you may enjoy this more than Justin Bieber jokes (although, clearly I don't know how that's possible)

-tink.
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Jump on it. (0)

This video is pretty awesome. Also, if you haven't jumped on the Justin Bieber craze, maybe you should. After all, it's easier to love something you don't understand then to hate it. Errr, wait.

Never Let You Go - SGINNED from Jorge Elbrecht on Vimeo.



Ahhh, to be eleventeen again.
-tink.
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FunDay (0)

Today is a different kind of Sunday Funday. Instead of battling the bottle (a losing war), Lindsay and I spent a good portion of our day clawing our grimy paws through others throwaways, aka we went in search of antiques. Once we realized that we had hit a dead end with that task, we set out for our next adventure. Due to the depressingly gross weather, we decided to close ourselves up indoors and cook. Now, the ultimate question was WHAT to cook. I have this problem, one that I will confidently brag to you that I have gotten better at, the problem of not being able to make a decision. I'm not necessarily indecisive, I just don't like the task of coming up with plans. So, after putting our blonde heads together, we decided to get all Bobby Flay and make some tacos. Chicken soft tacos with homemade salsa.





Ok, so I'll be truthful. The only thing I contributed to this little Mexican fiesta was dicing the vegetables (which is a huge responsibility, might I add). Lindsay is a bad friend and lent me un-matching Christmas inspired socks. I mean, at least there was a consistent theme?


Feliz Navidad y'all.
-tink.
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The Kylie Chronicles - Chapter One (0)


Meet Kylie. She is my dog and she's a freaking pain in my ass. I seriously mean that. She is about 4 years old yet she still eats everything in sight and gets into anything she can. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, but she is the most stubborn and bitchy thing I have ever met. She has eaten/chewed up everything you can imagine (without being harmed in the process) including a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of insecticide, countless pairs of underwear, lipstick, 4 months worth of heartgard medicine, a box of tampons, a whole chocolate cake, etc... (you get the picture). She has a stomach of STEEL. I don't abuse or neglect my dog at all, but you never expect to leave the house thinking that your dog is going to jump on the counter and eat a whole bag of starburst candy. So, in this adventure I call "life with Kylie," I am going to document and post pictures of the crime scenes to which I come home to after Kylie has been exceptionally mischievous. Witness Exhibit A:


March 19, 2010 - Suspect accessed garbage can and transported evidence to living room floor for a field day. Take special note of black Jessica Simpson ballet flat in top right corner. This was moved by the suspect from the bathroom floor for God knows what reason. Shoe is still in tact.

Stay tuned for future crime scenes.

- jenna

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