Best Phone Call Ever - Well, Almost

Want to know what feels REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY GOOD?



Sitting in your new bosses office and your cell rings, and you glance at the number - don't recognize it and of course don't answer it. (Obviously you don't answer it - you're in your NEW BOSSES OFFICE!). But then later, when you have a moment you check your voice mail and it's a head hunter.



They say they have a great opportunity for you in the Atlanta area and to please call back if you are interested.



And you just DELETE THE MESSAGE.



Seriously, I just had such a good day that I'm considering taking my resume off of Monster.



For the first time since 1998.



I said it on twitter and I'll say it again. I am sick as a dog - but happy as a clam.

Best Phone Call Ever - Well, Almost

Want to know what feels REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY GOOD?



Sitting in your new bosses office and your cell rings, and you glance at the number - don't recognize it and of course don't answer it. (Obviously you don't answer it - you're in your NEW BOSSES OFFICE!). But then later, when you have a moment you check your voice mail and it's a head hunter.



They say they have a great opportunity for you in the Atlanta area and to please call back if you are interested.



And you just DELETE THE MESSAGE.



Seriously, I just had such a good day that I'm considering taking my resume off of Monster.



For the first time since 1998.



I said it on twitter and I'll say it again. I am sick as a dog - but happy as a clam.

Turn, Turn, Turn

Okay so, I got a new job.

Yes, I got ANOTHER new job. This one is immensely better and will allow me to call this one OVERLORD. I don't think that they will actually require I call him that, but I'm gonna think it every day when I report to work.

For sensitive reasons, I can't divulge which division of his empire I'll be working for but I start tomorrow and life is good.

40 is working out really really really well.

(and yes I'll tell you all about the job and which division etc.....soon. Very soon.)

Turn, Turn, Turn

Okay so, I got a new job.

Yes, I got ANOTHER new job. This one is immensely better and will allow me to call this one OVERLORD. I don't think that they will actually require I call him that, but I'm gonna think it every day when I report to work.

For sensitive reasons, I can't divulge which division of his empire I'll be working for but I start tomorrow and life is good.

40 is working out really really really well.

(and yes I'll tell you all about the job and which division etc.....soon. Very soon.)

A Boot To The Head for Hollis Gillespie

Sigh. You know, I don't follow many columnists. Or any. Except for one or two.

One being Hollis Gillespie. She makes me laugh, I'm amused and intrigued by her adventures and anecdotes and frankly I just like her.

Don't get me wrong, now that I'm an ATL resident we don't hang out but STILL.........I'd check the yes box that I like her in a girl-crush-non-gay way.

I've been here in the ATL for just over a year and I've struggled to FIND a place to regularly pick up a copy of Creative Loafing to read her column. The last place I worked was so anemic and ridiculous that 90% of the employees had never HEARD of Creative Loafing much less READ anything like that. I contented myself with reading her books (sorry I read them from the library because I'm broke) to get my fix of insanity spun out by my favorite essayist.

The real problem has been, for the past year, not that there aren't enough places in ATLANTA to get the Creative Loafing, but that I was simply in some bizarro world version of a suburb that borders on hell - and apparently Creative Loafing was smart enough not to bother to drop off papers in that area. They'd probably just be used to sop up blood anyway.
Additionally, no longer being bar whores (all these kids just suck the bar whore right outta ya), we weren't in clubs that might have ye old Creative Loafing at the exit.

So here I am, new job, new life, new world and I stroll across the street to get something to eat a Chinese restaurant and the clouds parted and the sun shone rays of goodness down .....the restaurant carries Creative Loafing. HOOHOOHOO! I'm in! I've scored a new source for my addiction! I tucked it under my arm, smug in my happiness and excited to be able to catch up with all those zany kids from Creative Loafing. Truly, Jughead and Betty were never as captivating at Hollis and Andisheh.

I crack it open when I get home for the day (hey I'm a busy professional I've got no TIME to be reading Creative Loafing while I WORK! )

AND HOLLIS GILLESPIE IS LEAVING! She's going to write for someone else. NOW THAT I CAN GET CREATIVE LOAFING REGULARLY SHE WON'T BE IN IT.

Ugh. I clearly sinned in a past life and this is my payback.

A Boot To The Head for Hollis Gillespie

Sigh. You know, I don't follow many columnists. Or any. Except for one or two.

One being Hollis Gillespie. She makes me laugh, I'm amused and intrigued by her adventures and anecdotes and frankly I just like her.

Don't get me wrong, now that I'm an ATL resident we don't hang out but STILL.........I'd check the yes box that I like her in a girl-crush-non-gay way.

I've been here in the ATL for just over a year and I've struggled to FIND a place to regularly pick up a copy of Creative Loafing to read her column. The last place I worked was so anemic and ridiculous that 90% of the employees had never HEARD of Creative Loafing much less READ anything like that. I contented myself with reading her books (sorry I read them from the library because I'm broke) to get my fix of insanity spun out by my favorite essayist.

The real problem has been, for the past year, not that there aren't enough places in ATLANTA to get the Creative Loafing, but that I was simply in some bizarro world version of a suburb that borders on hell - and apparently Creative Loafing was smart enough not to bother to drop off papers in that area. They'd probably just be used to sop up blood anyway.
Additionally, no longer being bar whores (all these kids just suck the bar whore right outta ya), we weren't in clubs that might have ye old Creative Loafing at the exit.

So here I am, new job, new life, new world and I stroll across the street to get something to eat a Chinese restaurant and the clouds parted and the sun shone rays of goodness down .....the restaurant carries Creative Loafing. HOOHOOHOO! I'm in! I've scored a new source for my addiction! I tucked it under my arm, smug in my happiness and excited to be able to catch up with all those zany kids from Creative Loafing. Truly, Jughead and Betty were never as captivating at Hollis and Andisheh.

I crack it open when I get home for the day (hey I'm a busy professional I've got no TIME to be reading Creative Loafing while I WORK! )

AND HOLLIS GILLESPIE IS LEAVING! She's going to write for someone else. NOW THAT I CAN GET CREATIVE LOAFING REGULARLY SHE WON'T BE IN IT.

Ugh. I clearly sinned in a past life and this is my payback.

Guess Who's Back? Back Again....

Sorry, I've been listening to Eminem and Shady's Back is stuck in my brain - but in a good way.
If you didn't hear the news......

I might not be online as much starting tomorrow.

Because I'll be at WORK!

WOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!

Thank you again to everyone who helped and supported my family through this amazing trial. We couldn't have made it without all of you!

Guess Who's Back? Back Again....

Sorry, I've been listening to Eminem and Shady's Back is stuck in my brain - but in a good way.
If you didn't hear the news......

I might not be online as much starting tomorrow.

Because I'll be at WORK!

WOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!

Thank you again to everyone who helped and supported my family through this amazing trial. We couldn't have made it without all of you!

In A Near Case of Irony........

As we pulled out from our "closer to Atlanta gang-ridden neighborhood" we stopped at a stoplight in a commercial area.

On the corner, to our left, is a dry cleaner. It always looked like a relatively NICE dry cleaner. Surrounding it were about 25 cops with their weapons drawn, in various "I am shielding myself from someone dangerous" poses. The police dogs were straining at their handlers leash.....and all I could think was.....

SHIT.

Here I sit, with my family, trying to escape this freaking hell and now we're going to get killed in a shoot out at the damn dry cleaner AS WE LEAVE.

In other news, did you know I am an expert big rig driver?

Don't be fooled - it's a big truck.
My husband asked me I could drive it, and I said yes. He didn't ask me if I had EVER driven one this big - and I had not. He also didn't ask me if I could back it up. Which I barely could. Jeeez.

And just one more pic to scare you - this is my garage ......
There were THREE full truck loads.

And so much love to my wonderful husband, who moved our entire lives including furniture weighing hundreds of pounds - basically by himself - doing 99.999% of the work........I love you baby thank you.
This is him - with the LAST BOX. And this was the LEAST amount he sweated during the process. He worked so hard, it scared me a little - I've NEVER seen anyone move so much alone.

And of course the kid had to have a shot with the truck. This picture was his idea, so I had to share it because it cracked me up a bit.

In A Near Case of Irony........

As we pulled out from our "closer to Atlanta gang-ridden neighborhood" we stopped at a stoplight in a commercial area.

On the corner, to our left, is a dry cleaner. It always looked like a relatively NICE dry cleaner. Surrounding it were about 25 cops with their weapons drawn, in various "I am shielding myself from someone dangerous" poses. The police dogs were straining at their handlers leash.....and all I could think was.....

SHIT.

Here I sit, with my family, trying to escape this freaking hell and now we're going to get killed in a shoot out at the damn dry cleaner AS WE LEAVE.

In other news, did you know I am an expert big rig driver?

Don't be fooled - it's a big truck.
My husband asked me I could drive it, and I said yes. He didn't ask me if I had EVER driven one this big - and I had not. He also didn't ask me if I could back it up. Which I barely could. Jeeez.

And just one more pic to scare you - this is my garage ......
There were THREE full truck loads.

And so much love to my wonderful husband, who moved our entire lives including furniture weighing hundreds of pounds - basically by himself - doing 99.999% of the work........I love you baby thank you.
This is him - with the LAST BOX. And this was the LEAST amount he sweated during the process. He worked so hard, it scared me a little - I've NEVER seen anyone move so much alone.

And of course the kid had to have a shot with the truck. This picture was his idea, so I had to share it because it cracked me up a bit.

The Update

• Our Box Springs won't go up the stairs. For any reason.
• We tore up the corner bead trying to get it up.
• We tore up the foyer wooden floor with the piano.
• The tape I used to keep things closed took the finish off my antiques
• We accidentally put the piano through the living room wall, nice hole.
• I am sleeping on a mattress on the floor.
• I drank coffee out of a glass bcse I couldn't find coffee cups.
• I had to serve food that could only be eaten or town with your hands bcse I couldn't find a knife or forks.
• We have hours more work left to do that must happen tonight. Including moving heavy furniture.

I have never been so happy in all my life.

Send money. :)

The Update

• Our Box Springs won't go up the stairs. For any reason.
• We tore up the corner bead trying to get it up.
• We tore up the foyer wooden floor with the piano.
• The tape I used to keep things closed took the finish off my antiques
• We accidentally put the piano through the living room wall, nice hole.
• I am sleeping on a mattress on the floor.
• I drank coffee out of a glass bcse I couldn't find coffee cups.
• I had to serve food that could only be eaten or town with your hands bcse I couldn't find a knife or forks.
• We have hours more work left to do that must happen tonight. Including moving heavy furniture.

I have never been so happy in all my life.

Send money. :)

Dreams Come True

I thought recently that I had been wrong to have this dream, this dream of a home for my children. I thought my dream had been taken out of play and let that be a lesson to me for being so vain as to have dreams.
But I was wrong to think that way.
Sometimes you have to take a deep breath, and know that
Dreams can come true.
And that if you are willing to work very hard, and change your life in ways you never imagined...you can have not only what you need......but also what you want.
Little Pink Houses, for you and me.

Here's to the survival of the American Family, despite Bushanomics.

Dreams Come True

I thought recently that I had been wrong to have this dream, this dream of a home for my children. I thought my dream had been taken out of play and let that be a lesson to me for being so vain as to have dreams.
But I was wrong to think that way.
Sometimes you have to take a deep breath, and know that
Dreams can come true.
And that if you are willing to work very hard, and change your life in ways you never imagined...you can have not only what you need......but also what you want.
Little Pink Houses, for you and me.

Here's to the survival of the American Family, despite Bushanomics.

I Love Helen GA

Okay so the husband and I love cheese and not just the kind from cows. We love the touristy, the cheesy, the silly.....we embrace our inner ten year old at every turn.
Conequentely, we love Helen GA.
Nestled in the north Georgia mountains, this tourist-mecca-faux-alpine village brings out all walks of life in it's quest to suck up all your remaining dollars not yet given up at the pump.
We rolled up there a few days ago just to have a little r and r.
What sort of goofy things are there to do in Helen?

Windchimes and rocks? And an AIRBRUSH TATTOO!
This is a brilliant business model. I am totally buying all of these things next time I go.
Places NOT to eat in Helen? I'm not saying which one seems like a bad idea. YOU decide.
We went to our favorite candy shop - Hansel and Gretel and bought some goodies, then sat and watched the great sea of humanity pass around us, as we ate candy in the fresh mountain air.

If you're too cool to enjoy the silly cheesy factor of Helen GA, you are way too uptight. Seriously. Have some candy, have some fun.

Just watch out for Cannibals.....

I Love Helen GA

Okay so the husband and I love cheese and not just the kind from cows. We love the touristy, the cheesy, the silly.....we embrace our inner ten year old at every turn.
Conequentely, we love Helen GA.
Nestled in the north Georgia mountains, this tourist-mecca-faux-alpine village brings out all walks of life in it's quest to suck up all your remaining dollars not yet given up at the pump.
We rolled up there a few days ago just to have a little r and r.
What sort of goofy things are there to do in Helen?

Windchimes and rocks? And an AIRBRUSH TATTOO!
This is a brilliant business model. I am totally buying all of these things next time I go.
Places NOT to eat in Helen? I'm not saying which one seems like a bad idea. YOU decide.
We went to our favorite candy shop - Hansel and Gretel and bought some goodies, then sat and watched the great sea of humanity pass around us, as we ate candy in the fresh mountain air.

If you're too cool to enjoy the silly cheesy factor of Helen GA, you are way too uptight. Seriously. Have some candy, have some fun.

Just watch out for Cannibals.....

It's 3am - You Must Be Joking

So we had a real live tornado yesterday, in Minnesota. The kind you take cover from. The kind where the sirens go off and it's not just something going on ON TV that happens to other people.

Plus there were storms in the ATL. And more forecasted in both places today.

So the boss was concerned that we would miss our flight/be very delayed today getting back to our Georgia home. She in particular was concerned because she had a tight schedule of things to do upon landing.

After a few calls to the airline she'd decided she would get up at 3:30 and start calling, trying to change our flights for the $50 fee - to get a earlier flight out.

At 3:35 am my phone rang. "I got us on the 6:30 flight - meet me downstairs in 30 minutes!"

Oh shit are you kidding me?

And after a Carribou coffee and muffin -we were off at 6:30 am. In the cloudy sky we slipped away from the north and headed toward dixieland.

I only hope I didn't SNORE on the plane becuase I absolutely fell asleep - only to awaken as my head SNAPPED forward repeatedly.

I'm home.

In totally unrelated news - I saw Big Boi from Outkast at the airport. I must confess I didn't know WHO he was at first, simply that he was SOMEONE based on the INSANE amount of Louis Vuitton luggage sitting curbside (photo is NOT representative of the amount of luggage he actually had). My driver recognized him and once I got a good look I realized that YES - it WAS Big Boi! But, I was a little nervous about hopping out for photos like a rude tourist....so I only got off ONE that's sort of ok. See him?

*Note to all rock stars and movie stars.

Louis Vuitton luggage is over. I'm bored with it. We're all bored with it. Buy something else. For God's SAKE doesn't anyone else make luggage worth a shit?

It's 3am - You Must Be Joking

So we had a real live tornado yesterday, in Minnesota. The kind you take cover from. The kind where the sirens go off and it's not just something going on ON TV that happens to other people.

Plus there were storms in the ATL. And more forecasted in both places today.

So the boss was concerned that we would miss our flight/be very delayed today getting back to our Georgia home. She in particular was concerned because she had a tight schedule of things to do upon landing.

After a few calls to the airline she'd decided she would get up at 3:30 and start calling, trying to change our flights for the $50 fee - to get a earlier flight out.

At 3:35 am my phone rang. "I got us on the 6:30 flight - meet me downstairs in 30 minutes!"

Oh shit are you kidding me?

And after a Carribou coffee and muffin -we were off at 6:30 am. In the cloudy sky we slipped away from the north and headed toward dixieland.

I only hope I didn't SNORE on the plane becuase I absolutely fell asleep - only to awaken as my head SNAPPED forward repeatedly.

I'm home.

In totally unrelated news - I saw Big Boi from Outkast at the airport. I must confess I didn't know WHO he was at first, simply that he was SOMEONE based on the INSANE amount of Louis Vuitton luggage sitting curbside (photo is NOT representative of the amount of luggage he actually had). My driver recognized him and once I got a good look I realized that YES - it WAS Big Boi! But, I was a little nervous about hopping out for photos like a rude tourist....so I only got off ONE that's sort of ok. See him?

*Note to all rock stars and movie stars.

Louis Vuitton luggage is over. I'm bored with it. We're all bored with it. Buy something else. For God's SAKE doesn't anyone else make luggage worth a shit?

The Journey of 1000 Miles

Starts with one limo ride.

He'll be here in an hour to whisk me away, 1183 miles northward - according to MapQuest.

So there will be none of this again until Friday.

And none of this.
I've got four days of ME time and I'm going to enjoy it, revel in it.........

all the while thinking,"I can't wait to get home."

Next post will be from NEAR CANADA (homage to LaVerne and Shirley's cruise to NEAR MEXICO).
Goodbye little faces.

The Journey of 1000 Miles

Starts with one limo ride.

He'll be here in an hour to whisk me away, 1183 miles northward - according to MapQuest.

So there will be none of this again until Friday.

And none of this.
I've got four days of ME time and I'm going to enjoy it, revel in it.........

all the while thinking,"I can't wait to get home."

Next post will be from NEAR CANADA (homage to LaVerne and Shirley's cruise to NEAR MEXICO).
Goodbye little faces.