Modern Love

How awesome is my lovely friend Jamie? Way awesome=is the answer to that question. She's a brilliant writer, artist and all around awesome lady. We survived undergrad together with sarcasm, snark, silliness, smiles and...soda.

For the holidays she sends personally illustrated adorable cards. How cute is this Valentine's Day card? Way cute=is the answer to that question as well.

Today (the beginning of my work week) ended surprisingly well. After an...interesting...day at work, I rushed home, said hello to the family and then ran off into the big city for a play reading for my friend Jennae's dads' play. {It was an awesome play by the by!} My good friend Kristin co-owns her own theatre downtown so that's where we held the play reading. It felt sooo good to do a play reading, let me tell you. I haven't had one of those since college...almost five years ago!

After the play reading we took a stroll downtown to a yummy little cafe. When we walked in, all the tables were taken and it was oddly quiet. We took a seat at the bar and then Jennae proclaimed, "Oh! It's Geeks Who Drink Night!" haha. That's why it was so quiet. All the cute bar peeps were concentrating on their survey questions. As we enjoyed our drinks and a burger, we got to hear some ridiculously funny trivia questions. There was a segment entirely based off of the CSI: Miami scream and random movie audio clips. It was hilarious!

All in all, a great Tuesday night! Need to have many more like it.

PS-That last photo is of Jennae's boyfriend Kurt (or Qurt as I call him). Isn't it just so freakin' funny? haha...makes me laugh...

~HM~

Written Words {To Be Continued}

Since I'm a major procrastinator...and I have a half finished word doc saved with a ridiculous rambling love story...and I didn't want Valentine's Day to pass by without posting a little something...for you: A Haiku.

For My Friend Jamie
You Deserve Some Written Words
I Don't Even Know

Librarian Paper Art {from my co-worker}

<3HM<3

Naranja con Cuchillo Chiquito {Orange with Tiny Knife}

Today's {Teeny Tiny Things Sunday} is brought to you by the very lovely Angelica. My super awesome sister! I was bugging her for a week straight about taking pictures for me and being the awesome sister she is, she did!

You might not realize the full extent of my teeny tiny thing love. Oh, but you will soon my friends.

I've actually been brainstorming making a little house for all the little knick-knack things I've collected. My sisters and I used to have one when we were little. It was in the shape of a little house and every time we'd go to the mall, we'd stop by the store Coach House and buy cat figurines.

So, without further ado: Naranja con Cuchillo Chiquito {Orange with Tiny Knife}

The lovely teeny tiny knife.

Stabbed in an orange cause its funny and cute. My sister said it made an equally cute stabbing sound with a lite citrus spray.

How cute is that?! Yup, I love it so. Full disclosure: I dreamed about finding a teeny tiny knife of my very own buried in an old closet. I was so excited that I had my own. Maybe that means my sister should give this to me, right? See, I knew you'd agree.

Do you want a li'l knife of your very own? Well, you're in luck cause you can purchase your very own here! Made by Philadelphia based designer Sarah Lewis. {If you happen to be in Philly, she has a new shop opening up in March!}

She has some other amazing pieces in her shop. I want them all. Especially the tiny banjo. It would go perfectly with my tiny harmonica (coming soon to a blog near you!)

Thanks for reading friends!

~HM~

I don't even know...

I have no idea how I feel about this blog. I'm completely torn between keeping it and deleting it. I think it's because I read things like this article and it just really creeps me out. To imagine, when you die, you leave all your cyber fingerprints on everything. That someone can trace you back, find the trail you've left out in the open, all those profiles and usernames and accounts we create. It just feels like sometimes there is just way too much of me out there. I just...don't know.

Its the paranoid part in me that wants to delete all available data of myself from "the grid" and be independent of all this social media. But then the other optimistic part of me loves the idea of connecting with the world through all these amazing forms of communication we have available to us. I mean what's not to love about the possibility of having your words, thoughts and pictures shared across the world?

Do any of you ever feel like this?

As of right now it looks like I will embrace the moment and blog. It'll give me the chance to connect with all the lovely yous out there and share a little bit of my life. And on another more personal level, I think it'll help motivate me, hold me accountable to the passing days.

 Anywho, welcome to another attempt at keeping up with this blog by yours truly!

Oh and cause I promised my good friend Jamie and my sisters, here is a pic of a teeny tiny sombrero cause...well, why not?

~HM~

 

A teeny tiny sombrero!

I bought this li'l guy in San Antonio for $1!

Fly Away Pig?

Hello and welcome to the new blog of me! I decided a fresh start to my blog was in order. Plus now the URL matches my blog title so, you know, that's good.

The first thing you might be wondering is where my fantastic blog title came from? Well, as the story goes, my grandma (Grandma Lady) and her brothers and sisters used to say this phrase every time they would return home. And it became one of those family phrases that's been passed down to the next generations (currently in its 3rd rotation and on to the next when us grandkids buck up and start popping out some li'l cuties of our own).

A quick google search tells me that the original phrase is "Home again, home again, jiggety-jig" from the Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme:

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.

Okay, so why did I choose this as my blog title? Well, it's just home to me. It's what we say when we return safely from our errands. It runs through my mind automatically as I make my way up the dirt road to my parents house. As you'll see in future posts (if I can keep my act together and actually write the darn posts) is that home is a big part of what makes me, me. Cliche, I know. But, none the less true.

Home. It's where my memories were started. It's where my sisters and I had free reign to be creative, yell and fight, test the boundaries, break some rules, grow, learn, laugh, love.

So home. It's definitely where my heart is and maybe we can't go home again, but there sure is no place like it.

And thus is the story of the blog title.

Thanks for reading!

Peace, love and flying pigs.

HM

Music in the Mail

I have the bestiest best bestie that ever bested. I got the cutest and most rockawesome music care package in the mail. It has the coolest note card with it, two awesome CD's and a wallet masquarading as a mix tape! I seriously have not stopped listening to the "Folkstravaganza!-A Mix of Unequaled Awesomeness." It's on constant play on my way to work and on my way to sleep. It has all kinds of folk awesomeness (er...hence the name). #7 "White Blank Page" by Mumford & Sons has seriously stolen my heart.*

As has the gorgeous and sexy and lovely Jamie.** Seriously, she is the best. Also, Jamie, start your blog NOW! Cause all my 1 reader will totally read your blog too. ;)

*I wish I were web savy enough to be able to embed a music player thingy that way I could share it with you!

**And seriously, Jamie is so freakin' awesome. Like, for reals.

~HM~

Ticket to Ride

I have quite the silly obsession with London. I'm sure it partly comes from my sisters. Melanie was totally obsessed with the Spice Girls and all things London when she was in high school. I remember her staying up late watching this ridiculous British comedy on PBS (the name escapes me). She eventually got to go on a trip after her senior year of high school. And I remember my other sister Angelica watching the Monty Python show. I remember not quite getting what was funny about it. (Thankfully, due to such early influences, I have quite the eclectic tastes and enjoyment of British humor). And of course these tastes can all be traced back to our lovely mother. She likes to remind me that she liked the British boys long before I.

(Side note: I think I did her proud that one summer I brought home the British Soccer/Football player, hot damn, he was lovely!...a nostalgic post for another day...le sigh... :)

Anywho, yes, I'd absolutely love, love, love, to visit London. My good friend Jamie and I keep planning on going. Sadly, work and school have gotten in the way. Oh yeah, and that thing called money. Blast! But one day, hopefully soon, we'll make it there. We have this idea that the minute we set foot in the UK all of our dreams will come true or something. Silly, I know. But really, we'd just love to go and experience all it has to offer.

We came up with a list a while back of all the things we wanted to do. Here's what I can remember:

1) Audition for the West End Sam Mendes/Kevin Spacey Theatre Company

2) Bump into Daniel Radcliff

3) Watch a football game

4) Go on a Banksy Street Art Hunt

5) Take pictures on Abbey Road

6) Go to a pub and eat some fish n' chips

7) Eat some beans on toast

8) Have a themed pub party called "We Love the Word Rubbish-An American Tour of London Summer 20-- Trip of Rock Awesomeness.

So, if you've been to London and I'm leaving something major off the list, please let me know.

~HM~