farewell, arkansas

Within the next week or so, I will officially become a Tennessee state resident. I admit I'm not really looking forward to spelling Tennessee all of the time...I already have plenty of double-letters in my name.

Also, as a result of needing to get a TN driver's license, it's time I finally nail down what color I say my eyes are. Let's be honest, we all know the answer is actually "impossible to tell due to constant dilation," but I don't think that will fly. I'd have to add a stipulation that, no, I've never been high--my eyes just prefer loathing sunshine and headlights at night.

sooo...now taking votes. grey perhaps? they're not blue...or green...and there's no brown, so they can't be hazel...although, my right tends to be bluer and my left greener...and they sometimes change colors. I'll let you decide.

I'll leave you with a visual ode to my favorite parts of Arkansas,
my home for roughly 22 years.

The Razorbacks...I mean, who knows what a razorback is. Seriously.

Crater of Diamonds State Park.
The only public access diamond mine in the world. You keep what you find. I just wish I was around in 1924 when some guy found that 40+ carat diamond.
(I'm sad I still haven't gone here.)

Mount Petit Jean (and Mount Nebo.) Tons of great memories of sunsets, sunrises, weddings, hiking, swimming, cookouts, etc. at both places.

The old license plates. With the 'r' leaf.

Growing up in the shadow of Arkansas Nuclear One
Every child (myself included) thought their dad worked at the 'cloud factory.'
perk: the glow-in-the-dark capabilities come in super handy.

Eureka Springs
The best quirky, haunted, hilly, Victorian town on the planet.
Also, home to Thorncrown Chapel, built by E. Fay Jones.

The Ozark Mountains


oh...and one mustn't forget the Clintons...looking FINE, you two.



...and much more, but i'm too lazy to find anything else.

photo credits here here here here here here here and here

well, then.

Is it just me, or do the ink-blot, smoke effects in this trailer make LOST's smoke monster look completely ridiculous?

in case you were considering a hamburger for dinner

house of cards + paul rudd

(credit: Mar)

also:

suggestions?

so guess who's going to see 500 Days of Summer next week?
that's right: me!

Thanks to the wonderful Nashville Film Festival.

That being said, if anyone feels inclined to wade through the mass of films and tell me the ones that could be worth my time, feel free.

Linda, there's a Robert Pattinson one...hah.

today...

So, the majority of my coworkers are married or engaged, so they (mostly the guys) are routinely trying to fix me up (with their brothers, etc.) After I told them I wasn't about to date someone 30 or older, I was given this equation:

your age ÷ 2 + 7 = the age of someone you can date

So, I did the math:
22 ÷ 2 + 7 = 18
22 + 18 = 40

40.

At this point, I collapsed into horror-stricken, tears-streaming-down-my-face laughter that continued for a good 3-4 minutes. Just as I stopped, one of my supervisors came by and asked why I was crying. Which started the laughter/crying again. Needless to say, my coworkers got a big kick out of this.

They decided the equation only works for how much younger you can date, thus proving that I should date their 30-year-old friends/relatives.

(30 ÷ 2 + 7 = 22)

I happen to disagree.