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Dear Zoey,

You know I love you, and you are my pretty kitty girl.  But what the hell has gotten into you this week?!?  You are acting like a possessed wild cat.  All last night you were tearing through the house like a maniac.  Back and forth.  Up and down the stairs.  You kept going to the back door and howling at it, and when I opened it to let you out, you kept running away.  What gives?

You also refuse to sit on the couch with me or snuggle in bed, but this week you have decided to be a holy terror every morning, about 20 minutes before the alarm goes off.  Your favorite move?  Nearly jumping onto my head from the floor, then meowing loudly in my face.  Sometimes you choose to swat things off of my nightstand, which really pisses me off.  This morning I wanted to punt you because not only did you keep meowing in my face, but you scratched at the door when I locked you out, so I had to let you back in to enjoy my last 15 minutes of rest.

You need to cool it sister or you will be banished to some far corner of the house at night from now on.


Your tired and annoyed human mom


Dear Shit-tastic Drivers,

I know 8:45 is early, and we’d all much rather be snuggled up in bed asleep than on our way to work.  But that is no excuse to drive like an idiot.  In case you have forgotten…

Green means go and to make this happen, you need to push the pedal on the right.

If the posted speed limit is 40, it is not ok to drive 35 or even 25 miles an hour, in the left lane.  If you want to drive like you are 95 years old, get in the right lane so I can go around you and get to work.

Girl in the black Mustang – You have no excuse for driving slow.  You have a fast car.  It should not take you 5 seconds to accelerate once the light turns green.  Either step on it or trade your car in for a caddy, grandma!


Frustrated by all of the bad driving Bing


Dear Atlanta Weather,

What’s your deal Mother Nature and Old Man Winter?  Do you enjoy toying with my emotions and my immune system?  Why do you 2 always team up and throw the shitty weather on us over the weekend when we want to be out and about, doing things?  We were in the 60s earlier this week!  For the weekend, you are keeping us in the 40s and 50s, with lows in the 20s.  Not cool.  If you are going to be cold, you better give us some damn snow or just warm the hell up already.


Your not so happy camper


Since T and I do our fair share of eating out, I decided that I will start a little restaurant review on my blog.  I know many of you aren’t in Atlanta, but if you visit you’ll have the inside scoop from me!  I will try to make this a weekly feature, covering all types of Atlanta Eats.

Last night, T and I decided to try out Richard Blais’ new restaurant Flip.  It’s located in a fairly industrial area in Atlanta, so it caught my attention early on when we’d drive by because it didn’t really blend into its surroundings.  I’d heard the hype and read the reviews, and was so excited to check it out.

We got there around 8 p.m. last night, and the place was packed!  That’s always a good sign in my book.  We were told the wait would be about 45 minutes, so we headed over to the bar to order some drinks.  T ordered a Manhattan and I chose the Peach Sweet Tea, which was awesome and made with Firefly Vodka!

While we waited, we had time to soak in the atmosphere.  The restaurant isn’t very large (hence the wait time), but it has a very hip feel to it.  There are a few larger, couchesque booths along the side wall for bigger groups.  The tables in the center comfortably seat 4.  There is a long bar area where you can choose to dine or just have a drink .  Behind the bar, the walls are lined with mirrors and flatscreen TVs in chunky white picture frames.  The music is a little loud, but I liked the songs so I didn’t really mind it.  There is a fairly large patio, which I’m sure will be a huge hit when the weather warms up.

We were seated at the burger bar (not sure if that’s its name, but that’s what I’m calling it).  Think sushi bar without the fish.  We had front row seats with a view into the kitchen where we could watch all the tasty burger assembly happen.

I ordered the Shrimp Po Boyger, which is a twist on the classic New Orleans sandwich.  My patty was made of shrimp and topped with an Old Bay Mayo, fried lemon, lettuce and some hot sauce.  For a side I chose the Vodka Battered Onion Rings.  T went for the Lamburger, which as its names states is made up of ground lamb.  It’s topped with a yogurt sauce, olive relish, raisin ketchup and mint.  He went with Fried Rutabagas for his side, which I can say I don’t think I’ve ever tried till last night.

Our food came out pretty quickly, so we dove right in.  The onion rings were fried to perfection.  They were nice and crispy and were well seasoned.  They tasted great when I dipped them into the Old Bay Mayo that came with my sandwich.  My burger was delicious.  The shrimp patty had a unique texture, but the whole thing really packed a flavorful punch (especially the little fried lemon).  It was juicy without being greasy and filling without leaving me stuffed.

T’s burger was amazing as well.  The lamb was cooked perfectly, so it wasn’t dry.  And the combination of the tangy toppings  with the gamy flavor of the lamb made it a hit.  T’s rutabagas were crunchy and mouth-watering, especially when we dipped them into the sweet sauce.

We tried to save room for dessert, but we were stuffed.  So we ordered a Nutella Milkshake to go.  At the end of the bar, there is a little milkshake station where these tasty treats are whipped up using liquid nitrogen.  The end result is a super creamy, frosty shake.  Our Nutella version was topped with burnt marshmallows, a la s’mores style.  The milkshake was divine.  We drank most of it on our 5 minute car ride home!

Overall, Flip gets 2 thumbs up from me!  I totally recommend it for a date night or a gathering with friends.  Its tasty burgers, sides, shakes, drinks and funky setting make it the perfect place to chill out!

Is it bad that January isn’t even over yet, and I’m already planning my vacations for 2009?  I’m sick of feeling like work is the most important thing out there.  It’s time to live life.  Screw work, I want to travel! <—this comes from a girl who loves her job too!

We already have fairly solid plans for May.  Our friend Jewels is getting married the Friday after Memorial Day, so T and I decided that we are going to make a week out of it, especially since we already have Monday off.  Since her wedding is on a Friday evening, we’d want to get there some time on Wednesday anyway, so why not take a few extra days so we can have some weekends up there too?  This will give us some time to hang with T’s family, visit friends, and even take in a Yankees game (shudder).  Plus I know it’s hard for T’s family to only see him for extended periods of time at Christmas, so they’ll be super excited to have us there.

We’ve also been discussing taking a vacation with friends to the beach, maybe around the 4th of July.  A few years ago we went to Hilton Head for 4 days, and that was a ton of fun!  We’ve talked about going back again this year.  Or maybe even trying a cruise.  As long as we get a good group of people to go and we don’t have to miss a ton of work, things should be gravy.  I guess it shouldn’t cost us an arm and a leg either!

T and I also still have to take our little romantic weekend getaway.  Luckily this won’t require any real time off.  We’d probably only have to leave a little early on a Friday.  I think we are planning this trip in April because he will be done with busy season by then, and things should just start blooming down South.  We are still planning on going to Savannah, which I’m sure will be gorgeous with spring flowers everywhere!

Our big adventure for 2009 will be a trip to Germany, with a few stops around Europe (hopefully!).  This weekend Little S suggested that we all (her and her boyfriend, T and me) should go to Oktoberfest this year.  T and I were totally down with this idea.  Not only would we get to go to Oktoberfest again, we’d get to spend some time with my German family, who we never see!

Today I started doing some research on plane tickets and hotels in Munich during Oktoberfest.  Since it’s such a popular event, hotels book up really fast or cost a crap ton.  The last time we went, we had to stay 1.5 hours away by train because we didn’t start looking for hotels until late summer, and they were all booked.  Let me tell you, a long ass train ride after drinking all day sucks!

Since plane tickets are so expensive, Little S suggested we try to fly into a different country (if it’s cheaper) stay for a few days, then take a cheaper flight to Germany through a smaller European carrier.  That’s totally cool with me because I’d love to visit some more of Europe.  I love spending time with the family, but they live in such a small town that it can get boring fairly quickly.  There’s so much more of Germany I’d like to experience, and I think this trip will give us that chance.  Since most of our family over there is older and has small houses, I’m sure they’d be happy to spend 4-5 days with us, giving us about 8 days to travel around and go to Oktoberfest.  When T, my dad and I visited in 2007, we stayed for about 6 days, then spent the rest of the time visiting some friends and going to Oktoberfest.

I am so excited that I could pack up right this second and leave!  Squee!  🙂

Do you have any exciting travel plans for 2009?  If anyone has any cheap international airfare sites to pass along, I’d really appreciate it!

*Said in a Joey Lawrence voice circa Blossom

This weekend was one of those fun and relaxing weekends where you laze around while at the same time doing really cool things.

Even though I am 26, I still enjoy a variety of college-like activities, namely hitting up parties.  On Friday, Little S had some people over for a mini-house warming party.  She set up Rock Band and her beer pong table.  Of course I got roped into singing since no one likes to do it.  I love it, even though I may not sound that great, but I do think I do better than most! 🙂  I never made it outside for beer pong, but I did hit up flip cup.  I don’t care how old I am, flip cup and beer pong will never get old.  Nothing is more fun at a party than getting a group of people together for a drinking game.  Friendly haggling and competition always make for an interesting time.

Saturday, we had planned to go ice skating, but after lazing around watching FoodNetwork and eating gyros at the diner, we decided that we didn’t really want to skate after all.  After lunch, we headed back to Little S’s place to veg on the couch, then someone suggested we play a round of beer pong.  We broke up into to teams; Little S and her boyfriend and T and me.

We headed out to the back porch and started playing.  Let me tell you, I was on fire!  I was sinking multiple shots, in a row mind you, and we ended up winning 3 out of 5 games.  We were all supposed to go to another party, but after 2 hours of pong and 20 beers between the 4 of us, we were over doing anything but vegging.  I was completely fine with that.

Sunday, T and I went to see Cirque du Soleil’s Kooza.  It was amazing.  I’ve seen 6 (I think) shows, and they never get old.  It’s so exciting to watch people who can basically defy gravity and flexibility rules to perform a variety of stunning acrobatic acts.  I’ve loved every show I’ve seen, except Delirium because it was a lot different from the other Cirque performances.  It was more focused on the music and not the acrobatics, which is what I love so much about the shows.  It wasn’t bad, just not what I was expecting.  If you haven’t seen any shows, I highly recommend getting your butt to one when it’s in town.  You won’t be disappointed!

A few days ago, Adriana posted an interview she did.  I thought it would be a lot of fun to play along too.  So I signed up to answer questions from her!  I’ve posted the answers below – if you want to be interviewed, just leave a comment! (Or, leave a comment anyway.)  Here are the rules:

1. If you want to participate, leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” (And your e-mail address, please.)

2. I will respond by emailing you five questions.  I get to pick the questions.

3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

The Questions

1. If you could travel anywhere in the world RIGHT NOW, where would it be and why?

I would go to Germany.  I’ve been there a million times, hell I used to live there, but I never get to see my family that’s there.  So I would go and visit them, then tour around the rest of the country.  If I didn’t have family in Germany, I’d like to travel around Asia and explore Thailand, Japan, Bali, etc. since I’ve never been to that part of the world.

2. Why did you start blogging, and is it the same reason you blog now?

I started blogging last January because I had recently turned 25 and was planning a wedding, and I thought it would be a fun way to chronicle my adventures.  I’d also started reading some cool blogs that inspired me to get typing.  I’ve always loved to write so why not blog?  Now I blog because I enjoy it, and I like to be able to read over my posts to see what was going on in my life.  Plus I like getting advice from people who don’t really know me because they offer a whole new perspective on things.

3. What is your favorite cheese?

I am a cheese fanatic, so this is really so unfair!  I love all cheese, but I guess if I had to choose it would be brie, followed by smoked Gouda.

4. What is the most difficult decision you’ve had to make in the last year?

I didn’t have to make any really difficult decisions in the past year, so this is going to be a boring answer.  Probably the most difficult decisions of 2008 were wedding-related – either with choosing a date or how much we wanted to spend on the entire affair.

5. If you HAD to get a tattoo, what would it be and why?

I always wanted a tattoo, but never got one because I couldn’t decide on what I should get.  Hell, I can’t even decide what I’d get for this hypothetical question.  When I was younger, I always wanted to get a heart tattoo with flames shooting out of it, similar to the one that was one the Romeo and Juliet soundtrack/movie cover.  I’d get it without the roses though.  Why?  Because when I was 14, I thought it was so cool and was symbolic of finding true love.  If you don’t know what I’m talking about, here’s a picture.


I’ve been a little slack about posting this week, but it is for a good reason.  First of all, I have a new client, so I’ve been in overdrive mode getting everything up and running, and learning the ropes.  Second of all, I am trying to catch up on my overflowing reader.  Sorry if I’m not commenting as much as usual, I’m just trying to read all of your wonderful writings.   Slow your roll people and give me a chance to catch up! 🙂

Since my brain feels like mush, I think it’s time for some things that make me smile/frown:

The other night we had a whole 10 minutes of snow flurries in Atlanta. 🙂

It’s freezing out, and they didn’t stick. 😦

It’s supposed to warm up to 60 degrees on Friday, meaning we can go to Sweetwater after work! 🙂

Getting publicity hits for your new client that you’ve only been working with for 2 weeks is such an awesome feeling! 🙂

Not getting date sensitive information from older clients is frustrating and prevents you from moving forward on your projects for them. 😦

Snuggling up under blankets  on the couch with your kitties and husband when it’s cold out. 🙂

Eating sweet and juicy clementines!  Love them! 🙂

Leggings, warm sweater dresses, and slouchy boots with bows!  So comfy and cute!  🙂

The fact that Lipstick Jungle may not be coming back.  I love that show and think it’s awesome.  How could it not come back?!?! 😦

Going to Cirque du Soleil Kooza with T on Sunday.  Can’t wait because I hear it’s awesome! 🙂

What’s got you smiling or frowning these days?

Yesterday afternoon, my parents and Little S and her boyfriend came over to have dinner with T and me.  In anticipation of their arrivals, T and I did some tidying up around the house.  T started in the kitchen as I was proof reading an article for my dad.  After I finished, I decided to start cleaning the guest bathroom since T seemed to have the kitchen under control.

I was elbow deep in bubbles and foam cleaning the sink, when I heard a scream from T and the sound of something metal clanking to the floor.  I rinsed off and headed towards the kitchen.  F-bombs were being thrown violently about.  I noticed T hunched over the sink with blood running down his hand, and I saw our giant butcher knife on the floor.  He was freaking out and wouldn’t say what had happened.

I went over to the sink and saw a decent sized gash on his index finger.  He was still bleeding, so I told him to hold his hand up in the air to stop the blood flow.  Then we bandaged it up with some paper towels until it was safe to put a band-aid on it. He was still twitching and flailing around from the pain, but he was finally able to tell me what happened.  He had just washed the knife, and was drying it off when the blade cut through the towel and his finger.  I don’t know what possessed him to dry it sharp side down.  He ended up being fine.  I don’t think he needs stitches or anything.

Later that day as I was cooking the most awesome chicken tacos ever, I decided to season our new skillet so we could start using it.  I’d put it in the oven for a bit to dry it off, but then forgot about it.  About 5 minutes later I realized that it was in there, so I grabbed it out.  While it was hot, I poured some oil in it.  I decided I needed to swirl the pan around to distribute it, so I picked it up with my one oven-mitted hand, then grabbed it with my other unmitted hand because the thing weighs a ton.  Of course, part of my pinkie finger missed the glove, and I grabbed onto the searing metal.  That was fun!  I had to remember not to throw the hot pan down because it would shatter my ceramic stove top.  An ice cube later, I was back in business and continuing to cook.

Note when seasoning a skillet, use a brush to spread the oil.  It won’t cause you as much pain!

None the less, T and I both survived our kitchen injuries.  But I do want to say there is a noticeable difference between when a guy gets hurt and a girl.  T ranted and raved, bounced and hopped, and screamed for about 10 minutes before he calmed down.  I just yelled out once, said a few bad words, and went on my merry little way.  The same thing happens when my mom or dad gets hurt.  She stays calm, and he freaks out.

Is it the same in your house?

My first real (i.e. french) kiss happened the summer between 8th and 9th grades.  One of my guy friends, Ken, really had a crush on me.  Me being totally clueless, thought he was just a really close guy friend.  I wasn’t attracted to him at all, but I had a lot of fun hanging out with him.

One day I was sitting down to dinner with my family, and the phone rang.  I answered it and it was him.  He wanted to invite me to the movies because he’d invited my best friends ASP and Sara to meet up.  I said sure, scarfed my food, and waited for my ride.  He showed up with his mom and little bro in tow.  Then instead of going straight to the theater, they stopped at a Mexican restaurant for dinner.  This was slightly awkward because I thought we were rushing to meet up with our friends, plus I had already eaten dinner.

After dinner, his mom dropped us off at the theater.  We bought our tickets to Picture Perfect and waited around for ASP and Sara for about 10 minutes.  Finally Ken said they must already be inside, so we went in to find them.  Of course the previews had started, and it was really dark.  This made it impossible to find them, so we found 4 seats together and sat down.  I was anxiously looking around for them to come, and they were no where to be seen.  The longer we sat there, the more pissed off I got at them for blowing us off – especially when he put his arm around me.

When the movie ended, we walked into the lobby, and who did we see?  ASP and Sara, playing a video game.  They gave me weird looks because Ken had his arm around me, and I was shooting daggers at them for putting me in this situation.  I dragged them into the bathroom to figure out what the hell was going on.  It was then when I found out Ken had told them we were going to see Air Force One.  I felt totally tricked and completely pissed off.

We left the bathroom, and I tried to bail on him and say I’d ride with the girls, but he said his mom would get upset since she had brought me there and wanted to make sure I got home safely.  I was stuck.  I begrudgingly went with him when his mom pulled up in the parking lot in the van.

We got into the car, and of course he climbed into the very back seat.  There was no way I could get away with sitting in the row in front of him, so I sat next to him.  He put his arm around me again, and I tried to avoid looking at him because I had a feeling I knew what he was planning.  All of a sudden, he grabbed my face and stuck his tongue down my throat.  I was totally stunned.  I think I just sat there.

When we got to my house, I tried to dive out of the car but he insisted on walking me to the door.  There he planted another one on me.  Then he asked me out, and I felt like I couldn’t say no because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings (oh adolesence).  Luckily, our dating didn’t last long.  I was able to avoid him for most of the summer, then I broke it off with him once school started.

Man, he was damn sneaky for a 13 year old!

Got a first kiss (horror) story?  Make sure you submit it to the 20SB Blog Carnival before January 31st!  Winning enteries will be posted on February 1st!

I was watching TV over the weekend, when I started thinking about weight.  I happened to be on the Food Network, and what I saw got me thinking.  Many of the male chefs are not really very in shape.  Some of them are trim, while others have let themselves go.  They range in age.  The female hosts are, for the most part, fairly slender, attractive and young.  The only plumper women who have shows are older.  This annoys me.

Why is ok for male TV stars to be chubby, but the second a female puts on a few pounds she is considered fat and unattractive?  There is something seriously wrong with this picture.  Male TV personalities that are a little hefty are often still considered cute and funny, while females get made fun of and called fat.  Does this mean that our gender is more forgiving and can see beyond a person’s looks to discover a charming personality on the inside?  Does this also mean that many men don’t really want to be with someone who isn’t considered hot?

Take for example TV shows and commercials.  How many times do you see a slender and attractive female playing the role of wife to a dumpy guy?  Quite often.  Off the top of my head, I can’t think of one show or commercial where the hunky guy is attracted to a not so slim woman.  The only movie I can think of where this happened is the 80’s movie Babycakes starring Ricki Lake.  And that’s just sad.  Maybe there are more…I really hope so.

No wonder our society is running rampant with girls who don’t eat and think that you have to weigh 100 pounds to be considered sexy.  Personally, I think it’s bull shit.  What guy really wants to be with someone with no curves what so ever?  Last time I checked, tits and ass were pretty important to most men. Guys –  do you really want to go on a date to a sports bar with a girl who will only pick at a small salad?  Wouldn’t you rather have a girl who would eat the chicken wings and drink a beer with you?  I know my husband feels that way.

What I’m seeing in Hollywood disturbs me even more.  Stars who used to be attractive and curvy now look like walking skeletons.  It’s disgusting.  Cameron Diaz pops into my mind.  When she first hit it big with The Mask, she looked like a normal person who was slender.  She still had her curves.  Now she looks like a walking skeleton (I saw an image from the Golden Globes and was horrified).  Boobs?  What boobs?  She looks like a pre-pubescent teen.  I don’t know how anyone can find that attractive.  It’s one thing to be fit and in shape, it’s another when it looks like your skin is stretched tightly over your bones.  Ick.

I’m not trying to be judgy, but I’m sick of feeling like we females always have to be teeny tiny, while guys can get as big as they want.  I think it’s time to embrace ourselves for who we are, pudge and all.  If we were in Hollywood and had personal trainers and chefs visiting us everyday, then we’d could be 100 pounds too.  But in the end, who really wants a life of starvation?  I’d rather have a little chub and be happy than be super skinny and never really enjoy what I eat.

I just found out that yesterday was National Delurking Day, and of course I missed it because I was out of the office all day, then had dinner with friends and moms last night.  So if you are a reader that never comments, now is your chance to say hi!  Hell, you can even say hi if you’re a regular commenter.  Tell me what you like and what you don’t about my blog.  How you found me.  Your favorite food.  Whatever, get creative if you want.  I can’t wait to see what you all have to say!

Today has been one of those days.  T and I were both grouchy when we woke up because we went to bed too late.  He was kind of snippy with me this morning, which bummed me out and got my day started on the wrong note.  I think it’s because it’s that time of the month, and I’m more emotional than normal.

Then I was late to work.  No matter how early I get up or what I do, I always manage to get here a little after 9.  It’s so frustrating.  Three of the employees (including my boss) live less than 5 miles from work, so they have no problem getting here because they don’t have to deal with traffic.  Me and one other co-worker live further away, meaning we have to deal with bad highway traffic to get here.  Today, my boss said something to me about being late, but of course she never says anything to the other people when they are late.  It’s really frustrating and pisses me off beyond belief.

My boss also said that this year she wants to have us do more on our own with our clients, which is fine by me.  She’s promoted one of the co-workers to account director, so she helps keep us on task.  Well this is working fine, except that the boss still has to see everything.  Then she always makes all of these little changes.  It is so annoying that she can’t just let go.  I’m trying to be a hard worker and churn things out, only to held up by her and her nit picky change s.  It makes me want to scream, then tell her to do it herself (but I wouldn’t do that).

One of my clients has been MIA for the last week, which is wonderful because we have come up with a schedule outlining a bunch of items that need to be done right at the beginning of January, and I can’t do them without information from them.  I’m at a standstill, just waiting for them to throw it at me all at once.  I can’t do my job if you don’t get me the stuff I need!

Ugh, I am seriously ready for this day to end and to go home.  I can’t deal with any of this anymore today!

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