Oh blog! I put you in the corner, and we all know that nobody puts baby in the corner. Sorry bout that. I suppose I could say I’ve been too busy living life to write about it, and while that is almost true something tells me I just got lazy. Blog, I’ll buy you flowers and take you out to a nice lobster dinner if you let me try to catch up quickly and make it up to you. K honeybee bloggy-boo?

OK, some blog worthy events I have missed since I went AWOL:

Mom and Dad spent their 40th wedding anniversary back in February watching the Super Bowl. How romantic.

February also marked the nine year anniversary of my becoming a vegetarian. Next year I’m throwing a party. No giant sub sandwich needed, maybe giant falafel?

The same month I visited Chapel Hill for NCCAF. I saw a lot of great improv. My group Elaine was reunited for a really fun show. I played a French terrorist who was lured into capture by Girl Scout cookies; singing orphans made an appearance at one point. After our performance we tried dabbling in modeling… good thing we’re funny.

The Basement held the Spontaneous Combustion Festival in March. Also a great time. Furbus and penthouse after party, oh yeah!

I had been spending time with girl friends already, but in early March The Unit was formed. The Unit core consists of five fun gals up to no good. The group has been hanging out in various incarnations in Atlanta and Athens ever since. We see concerts, we dance, we drink tequila shots with Marissa’s parents. We talk all night. These amazing friends are the reason I have not gone insane while living here. I’m so thankful for having these girls in my life!

Chances are any Friday or Saturday night I wasn’t with The Unit I was probably hanging out with a group of French foreign exchange grad students from GA Tech. I randomly met these kids in January at Opera, the biggest club in Atlanta. They liked to dance so we became friends instantly. I drank many a room temperature beverage with these European nerds (not referring to Cécile of course, she is no geek) during their spring semester. They were only here until the beginning of May, so they had to live it up America style while they had the chance. I thoroughly approved of this pursuit of fun, and together we explored Atlanta. They even taught me a little French. Let’s just say my French vocabulary isn’t in the text books. Pictured below are my friends, the first six, and two of their classmates at Sweetwater Brewery.

In April, Ashley, Alicia, another friend, and I took a quick, spontaneous road trip to Austin, TX with a pit stop in New Orleans. We are talking salsa, margaritas, and dive bars. We were there for my birthday, and it was a good one. Ratatat guest DJed at the place we were dancing. The adventure was, as Marissa would say, epic. Pictured below is our traveling group plus guide seated on a massive rock at Barton Springs Park.

My good friends from college Zac and Hollie got married in May. Ashley, Courtney, and I drove from GA to Iowa City for the ceremony. It was possibly the coolest wedding ever, so casual and relaxed. One of the groomsmen walked down the isle barefooted. We ate organic pizza, drank home brewed beer, and danced to Freak Nasty’sDa Dip” (which I should admit I supplied to the playlist). Below the couple do “the Hollie” with back up from the bridesmaids.

Unfortunately my grandma fell and broke her wrist. When she had to have a second surgery on it in late May I drove to Arkansas to stay with her for a few days. I actually left the day after I got back from Iowa. Lots of driving that week. We watched a good bit of The Dog Whisperer, The Game Show Network, and Lifetime. I cooked, and to my surprise my fried squash, my favorite food and a tricky dish indeed, came out to perfection. Grandma spent a lot of time complaining about what she couldn’t do, then yelling at me to stop with the chores and come sit down. That is Grandma. He wrist seems to be healed nicely now.

In June, Ashley and I made an exciting last minute decision to go to Bonnaroo. My disposable camera is still yet to be developed, but I can promise that we saw some things. So many stages, so many bands, so many wannabe hippies, so many degrees, so little showering… somehow all this equaled an incredible time. The highlight would be the outrageous late night dance party that was the Girl Talk concert. It began at something like 2am and went longer than scheduled (no one was complaining). We were then misdirected back to our tent. We got to camp at sunrise. Amazing.

Later that month my family and I visited my sister in Virginia for a couple days. I got to see her in a very cute production of Jack and The Beanstalk and a spectacular Wizard of Oz at the Barter Theater. Somehow my nearly 6′ tall sister played a munchkin. The wonder of costume! Obviously my favorite part of the play was when she, suspended on wires, flew her bicycle through the tornado as the evil Toto-hating neighbor of Dorothy. She always gets the parts of the witch or wicked stepsister. Typecasting? Winks. Love you sis!

I managed to squeeze a little work in between all this travel. I started doing antique shows for my parents again this summer and cut the retail back to only three days a week. It was a smart decision for monetary and family reasons. Dad is having some health issues and needs to limit his time working in the heat. I sell mostly in Atlanta and thereabouts, but I have been to a market in Charlotte, NC once and just a few weeks ago Brimfield, MA. I really like peddling the wrought iron. I will make sure to have my camera charged up when I go back to Brimfield in September. This is a week long antique show that happens three times a year where many dealers camp out in the fields they set up in. I spent three days in the tent and met some real characters out there including two old men and a 12 year old kid who all want to date me and a gruff old woman who sells jewelry and swears like a sailor loudly under her hoarse breath. Besides for the kid, a real sweetie, I’m not sure who scares me most.

I tried to quit my retail job at the end of May and was actually offered a promotion instead. The whole interview process was long and tiresome (don’t get me started about the interviewer who didn’t show up and the other fun BS I had to deal with), and by the end of it I changed my mind. I had pushed my lofty plans for NYC aside until out of nowhere my good friend Brannon came up with the perfect place for us to live in Astoria, Queens. This apartment is nice and has amazingly affordable rent for the location meaning I could live in NYC for about the same I would pay in ATL… basically I was being asked to choose between my dream and so-so retail promotion with a minuscule raise. It seemed like a really tough decision for about a second. Below is my future home.

I haven’t exactly kept to all my goals I blogged back in January (for instance I now put my resolve into untagging myself from those pesky double chin photos), but I think I’ve succeeded in staying true to the most important ones which are simply staying positive, having fun, and getting the hell out of here.

So blog, I’m back. I’ve got things to write about. I’ve got a life to live. I’m MOVING OUT! In October! My name is on the lease as of the first of this month (I got a friend to sublet in the meantime). You know, living with my parents (yours would probably be a different story) wasn’t so bad. It didn’t really suck after all. But please, don’t get me wrong; I’m doing a little dance inside my head just thinking about having my own place again. Thank you blog, friends, and nights out in ATL for getting me though this transitional phase only three months past my self imposed deadline. That’s right on time for a procrastinator like me!

Yep, I’m back. Back from Paris as of yesterday actually, but that dear blog deserves a post all of its own.

So blog, doesn’t that feel better? We aren’t strangers anymore. Think we can make things work if we really try? Oh, caught you smiling! I knew you would come around. And hey bloggy-boo, if I slip up again I swear to go to conseling, like maybe take a writing class in NYC. And blog, if the screen on my laptop worked I promise we would cuddle like crazy.


Hello blog! I’ve been very neglectful. Sorry dear blog, I promise to focus some of my writing here in the future.

This past week I ran into three familiar faces. The last one I saw was the most welcome. An old friend from college came into my store Saturday. Neither of us knew the other was in the area. She recognized my voice as I was hawking the buy one get one half off tees and tanks (mix and match!) to another customer. It was cool to see her, and hopefully I’ll meet up with her again sometime.

There are a few people I’ve been meaning to see. Tomorrow I’m finally catching up with a chick I bailed on back in the beginning of February. I can’t believe that I’ve been in Georgia for two and a half months already. Where has the time gone? What have I been doing? Having fun mostly, but that is another post.

When I went to the post office to pick up a package I should have known I would run into my old preacher. He was very nice of course. I was worried he was going to try to get me to come back to church, but I guess he can’t say anything like that at work. Yay for government jobs!

At Food Lion, I spotted my trigonometry teacher doing her grocery shopping. I was afraid of her even as a senior in high school. Heck, I’m still scared of her. She is an unpleasant woman. I made sure not to make eye contact.

I recently caught up with an old friend and roommate I have been missing ever since I moved to North Carolina. Amanda came to visit me with her daughter Lydia and we all had a great time. My parents (suckers for babies) went out the next day and bought a present for the little girl.


I keep running into people I went to high school and college with. This can be kind of awkward. At both of the malls I’ve worked at here I’ve seen someone I knew almost every day. Sometimes they have their kids with them. Sometimes they don’t recognize me. I look a lot different than I did in college when I had short, bright red hair. Often times we don’t remember each others names, but I always say something because pretending I don’t know them is even more awkward. It is just kinda weird, and I would prefer not to deal with it.

I did reminisce with a girl who I took biology with the freshman year of high school. We sat in the front of the classroom in a group of four girls in an otherwise male class. We girls were very good students, but the boys were all jokers and slack-offs. They sat in the very back of the classroom. We did get into the habit of giving our fellow female students the answers to questions we didn’t know on our tests (not like there were many!). See, I wasn’t a complete goody goody. We were very sneaky about this, but once the guys caught on and told on us (because they got in trouble all the time). We all denied it but were told to stay after and clean gum off of the desks. We never ended up doing any scraping. Being a good girl in high school occassionally let you get away with a thing or two.

Chill sister, chill. I’m not taking your stuff. I was playing What Not To Wear today while going through the closets at my parents’ home. There is a lot that should not be worn in them. I was sorting clothing for a spring yard sale (eventually it will all go to Goodwill when no one buys this junk).  I was delighted to find that most of the clothing that my sister and I had abandoned since high school once again fits! Now, I’m not saying things fit exactly the same as it did before, but I can definitely wear a lot of the items I tried on. Of course, I shouldn’t wear most of them because they are horribly out of fashion. Anyone need purple dip-dyed spandex-y glitter pants? I do have several vintage dresses and shirts that I’m itching to take out on the town. Incredibly, a dress I wore in the sixth or seventh grade from the kids’ department also looks cute. I won’t be wearing it as the designer intended it.


I ran my parents booth at the Lakewood 400 Antiques Market in Cumming, GA last weekend. Yes, Cumming, GA. It was very cold. When I left Saturday it was snowing. Our space is outside. We were the only ones outdoors this month. I spent most of my time bundled up in the car.

I had lots of free time, so I took some pictures of the yard art we sell.



I didn’t have the key, so inside pictures will have to wait, but here is the infamous RV. Sometimes my parents stay in it during the show.


Ashley and I had another great night out in Atlanta last Friday. Ashley, her sister Melissa, and I ate at my new favorite Indian restaurant, Bhojanic. It was packed for a reason. As we waited for our table at the bar we listened to the live jazz band and indulged in a lychee martini. Delicious. The food was great too.

lychee martini

After our meal, Ashley and I met up with a friend from college who’s brother was DJing at Opera, a club in Midtown. This place was definitely not our typical scene, but it was beautiful, and I enjoyed the mix of class and trashy pop culture. I’ll admit that I kinda liked being a “V.I.P.” You know, not paying a cover and getting into restricted areas was cool with me. The place was huge. The club is an old 1920’s opera house. There were go-go dancers in the main room, and we were lucky enough to be there for a special appearance from a few Playboy models, most notably the Double Shot at Love twins. Ha. What a silly place. They just said hello from a private balcony and then got drunk. Hey, whatever. Some people there obviously didn’t know we are in a recession because they were throwing money from the V.I.P. balcony onto the dance floor below. I wasn’t going to jump for it, but when three one dollar bills floated my way I wasn’t too good to put them in my pocket. We danced until 3am. I obviously had a good time because I lost my ID. Damn. Ashley lost her scarf. A very good night indeed.

Bad Dog

I love dogs. When I was planning on getting one of my own I decided I wanted a small dog that didn’t shed much. As fate would have it, I ended up with two great big shedding machines. Dad came home almost three years ago with a cardboard box; inside were big paws attached to two furry puppies. He had found the dogs living in a hole in Atlanta. He asked me to pick one. I of course couldn’t split up the pair, and the rest is history. Gilbert and Abbey (Border Collie mixes, we say) are sweet, cuddly little beasts. They are also a pain in the ass.

My parents were just about to head out the door for their trip to a market in Florida last week when they left that door open just a little too long. The dogs saw their chance and took it. Gilbert, like always, came back right away. Abbey is a different story. When she gets out she is impossible to catch. She is the fastest dog I know and maybe the smartest too. She has always been an escape artist. She will dig under or jump over any obstacle. She has jumped over a tall fence from the roof of her doghouse. When I moved the doghouse farther away she just took a running start at the fence and climbed it.

On the afternoon of this particular escape, she ran out into the street trying to get herself killed. I ran right after her with little regard for traffic. Cars stopped for us thankfully, and we created a couple mini-traffic jams in downtown Adairsville. Mom, Dad, a guy from the tax office, construction workers, and a neighborhood teenager all tried to aid me in catching this wild dog. It was after 2pm, but I had the day off, so naturally I wasn’t dressed. I ran all over town in a mismatched t-shirt and Tweety Bird pajama pants. I looked like a crazy person. I should be glad I had the foresight to put on shoes and a bra earlier that day.

More than a half hour of unsuccessful stalking later, I had lost sight of her and was giving up when I spotted two dogs running behind our building. Gilbert was out again! I yelled some choice things then quickly grabbed him. Thankfully he worked as bait for Abbey. She had finished playing outside and was thirsty and ready to go home. When I came in I was bitching about whoever let Gilbert out a second time (turns out he broke through the fence because he wanted to be out with Abbey), but when I got upstairs I saw Dad’s face and shut up.

Dad’s face looked awful thanks to a failed dive attempt at Abbey on gravel. After some protesting, he went to the hospital and had to get 10 stitches. Poor Dad! He looked bad then because of the blood and then the bandages, but he looked worse the next day due to swelling. The day after that he had two black eyes (they were red mostly). He was a little monstrous. He asked me not to put his beat up face on the internet, but to give you an idea we said he looked a bit like Hellboy, a vampire from Buffy, a Cro-Magnon, and a raccoon. He canceled his trip to Florida and had someone else sell for him because he would have scared off customers.

I gave my dogs a bath the day following the escape. It looks like they thought it was a punishment. I was happy to have a bathtub to wash them in instead of a shower only. That used to be a real tough chore.

Abbey bath

Her eyes look crazy.Abbey

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