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Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.

I am the biggest animal lover out there.  I know I’ve said this before, but I would have a zoo if I could.

It’s so hard to just pick one animal, so I will have to post a few of my favorite non-pet animals that I’d like to have as a pet.

A tiger - so cute and so ferocious

 

I love penguins - they are so smart and just adorable

 

The red panda, aka the Firefox mascot, is my new obsession

If you want to see the cutest live feed of these guys, check out FireFoxLive.org.

 

Shamu! I used to be obsessed with orcas when I was little

As a child, my dream job was to work at Sea World with these guys.  As I got older, I wanted to be a marine biologist and study them.  Unfortunately, science was not my strongest subject.  Sigh…

So, Atlanta and the state of Georgia (along with much of the Southeast) have been pummeled by a major snow storm that has been topped off with a nice glaze of freezing rain.  The city and state have shut down, literally.  I was looking at a list of closings, and there were more than 900 schools, businesses, and churches closed today.  A large chunk of them will be closed tomorrow.  (I am still waiting with bated breath for my boss to share the great news with us that the office will be closed.  I’m not sure what she is waiting for, all major businesses and school systems are closed.  The state government is telling people to stay home.  I live at the top of a large hill that was an ice luge earlier today; I’m not risking myself or my car to go to work tomorrow.)

Laugh all you will my northern friends, but the south is not equipped to handle this.  We don’t have the equipment to handle the snow, and you add ice into the mix and we are just fucked.  People who were stupid enough to try to drive today either ended up in an accident or had to abandon their cars on the side of the road because they couldn’t get enough traction to go anywhere.  I don’t know about you, but I enjoyed being snowed in at my house with T and my kitties, cooking and eating good food, and enjoying the icy winter wonderland waiting outside our windows.  The extra time off is a major plus too!

T and I were both off today, so we made the most of it and went out a few times to enjoy the snow.  We got snowed in in New York when we were there for Christmas, but it was too powdery to do anything with and the winds were gusting at 20+ miles an hour, making the 20s feel like teens.  Here it wasn’t too horrible.  It was brisk (but not NY brisk) and a little icy rainy, but we tromped around the neighborhood for a while.  Then we decided to make a snowman.

Since the snow had already begun to ice over, it was too difficult to make a large snowman.  Instead, we opted to make a mini one, along with a snowcat to keep him company.  I had so much fun!  I felt like I was a little kid again.  When we were done, we headed inside to make some chili and warm up.

Later in the day, we went sledding.  Since we were unprepared for the conditions, we didn’t have a sled.  So we had to improvise.  First we tried a garbage can lid, which didn’t work at all.  We were pretty bummed, until we saw a mom with her kids, sledding on a cookie sheet.  Luckily we had two really large ones, so we took the less nicer of the two and hit the slopes (or the iced-over street).  Here we were, late 20-somethings, laughing and giggling like kids.  The only other sledders were young kids who were being watched by their parents.  It was so much fun!  It’s days like today that make me really miss living in snowy places (even though I know if we were up north, we’d have been at work today).  I can’t wait to bust out the cookie sheet again tomorrow!

Here are some fun pictures from our Snowcation in Hotlanta!

 

Mini snowman and snowcat

The snowfall Sunday night

Fado checking out the snow this morning

T, after his cookie sheet luge

Me with our "sled," rocking the Eskimo look

 

And to round this bad boy out, here are a couple of  “sledding” videos:

Well, I can’t believe how quickly the summer has flown by.  It feels like just yesterday we were in the throes of winter, wishing for warmer days.  Now we’ve had weeks of 90+ temperatures and the end of summer is creeping around the corner.  The older I get, the quicker time seems to fly by.

I know I’ve been a little MIA this summer, but sometimes it’s hard to focus on writing when I’d rather be outside soaking up the sun!  You know how it is…

Speaking of soaking up the sun, T and I just returned from a week at the beach with his family.  We were in Hilton Head, and had an amazing time.  Unfortunately the vacation wasn’t as relaxing as I wanted it to be due to Murphy and his stupid laws throwing some major kinks into the trip.

We arrived on Saturday afternoon, and spent that day lounging around our private pool, having cocktails with the family.  Since it was already a bit late in the day, we opted to wait until the next day to hit the beach.

Our pool – my jellyfish free happy place

Sunday morning we were greeted by rain showers, which pushed our beach time into the early afternoon since no one wanted to sit in the sand in a torrential downpour.  Once the sun broke through the clouds, we hauled ourselves to the beach and into the water.  I was happy as a clam, until about 1.5 minutes in the sea when I was viciously attacked by a jellyfish.  I shit you not when I say attacked.  It wasn’t just a mere sting, it was a full on assault.  My poor leg welted up instantly and was shaking so badly from the pain.  I had to limp out of the water.

Once I dragged myself onto the shore, we all assessed the damage.  My leg was a hot mess.  I had tentacle marks up and down my right leg and they were so red, and stung like someone had lit my leg on fire.  Poor T ran up to the house to get a bottle of vinegar to use to neutralize the poison.  While I waited patiently for his return, his dad was helping me rub sand all over my leg to remove any of the tentacles that were still attached to my leg.

When T finally returned, we doused my leg in vinegar, but unfortunately it really didn’t do much.  His brother had done some research and found out that putting a baking soda paste on the stings would help, so we headed to the store to buy some.  While we were there, people kept telling me it was the worst sting they had ever seen (wonderful!).  I also picked up a bottle of jellyfish sting neutralizer, just in case.

After about two hours of serious pain, the swelling went down and things started to subside.  A few Bacardi and Diet Cokes with T’s mom helped me forget about the pain and enabled me to enjoy the rest of my night.

My leg after the first round of stings

The first stings a few days later

For the next few days, I was pretty leery to get back into the water.  I hovered on the shoreline like a wounded puppy and never went higher than knee-deep water.  T told me I was being ridiculous, and that there was no way in hell that I’d get stung again.  Eventually, I let my guard down a bit because I knew he was right.

That Wednesday, T’s mom and I bought some inner tubes so we could spend the day floating in the ocean.  I figured this would be a safe and viable option for me because most of my body would be out of the water, and away from the evil jellyfish.  I floated around most of the afternoon, without constantly staring in the water, searching for jelly globs.

At one point I drifted downstream from everyone else, and tried to paddle my way back.  With the pull of the current, it was taking way more effort than necessary to get back over to them, so I decided I’d hop off the float and just walk over.  As soon as my legs hit the water, I felt another God-awful stinging sensation in both of my legs.  Yup, I’d gotten jellyfished a second time.

By this point, I was over it.  No one else was getting attacked, why only me?  I stormed out of the water, cussing like a sailor (sorry families with small children) and sprayed myself with the jellyfish sting spray (glad I picked that up) .  I decided that was going to be the end to my beach day, so I went back to the house.

Luckily, the second round of stings wasn’t as bad is the first.  That time it felt more like razor burn, and it didn’t swell up.  For the next few days I had some additional faint red lines to match my very red welts.  Then I woke up on Friday morning…

Both of my legs were super red, welty, and itched like hell.  All my faint lines had swollen up and would not stop itching.  I decided that it was time to go see a doctor since the majority of my legs were covered in stings.  T and I spent our last full day of vacation hunting down a doctor’s office (luckily it was an overcast day).  I ended up getting some kind of steroid shot for the itching and swelling, as well as a tetanus shot.  The doctor also gave me oral steroids to help with the healing process (which make me eat like a heifer).  It’s been three days since I was at the doctor, and I still itch like crazy, but I think they are getting better – slowly but surely.

This is what my newer stings looked like today – they are much redder in real life

To top off the “whatever can go wrong will go wrong vacation,” my car ended up dying on Friday.  T and I found this out as we tried to take my car to the doctor’s office.  We thought it was a dead battery since I hadn’t driven it all week, but unfortunately that was not the case.  The fuel pump had to be replaced, which meant we had to have my car towed to a shop so we could leave for home the next day.  The damn thing cost a small fortune, but my car was fixed and we made it home safe and sound.

And since we haven’t spent enough money on random catastrophe’s on this trip, T ended up knocking my month-old cell phone off the counter onto the tile floor, resulting in a shattered screen.  😦 Luckily I have insurance, so I was able to get it replaced (but I still had to pay $130 for a new one…damn deductible).

My poor broken phone

Even though a million and one things went wrong during out trip, we still had an amazing time.  We stayed in the cutest house, complete with a screened-in pool.  We cooked delicious food, and spent a majority of the time sipping cocktails, gorging on yummy food, and floating in the pool and ocean.  It was so much fun to have a whole week off of work to relax and hang with T’s family because they are a cool bunch of people.

Sorry for the marathon post!  Hope you’ve all had an amazing summer so far!

So, have you ever had vacation filled with disasters?

Thanks to T, I had an extremely short week last week.  We were off Thursday, Friday, and Monday of Memorial Day weekend because of our trip to New York.  It was a whirlwind few days, but it was a lot of fun.  Then I had this past Friday off because T was getting Lasik.

Let me tell you, that was an interesting experience.  Friday morning, JD and I (she was nice enough to come to keep me company) dropped T off at the eye center and decided to grab some lunch while he was prepped for the surgery.  Of course we had impeccable timing and made it back right as he was headed into the operating room.  My poor baby looked a little nervous and twitchy as he was waiting for things to get started, but he kept his cool.

As JD and I were sitting there chatting, wondering if we were going to be able to actually see what was happening with his eyes, the doctor walked by and let us know that we could watch the whole thing on the TV that was situated in the operating room.  We were excited and a little skeeved out by the idea of seeing lasers shoot into T’s eyes, but of course we watched anyway (btw – you can’t actually see the lasers shooting into his eyes).

The whole experience was short, about 15 minutes long from start to finish, and slightly creepy.  He opted to go the completely machined route instead of having the doctor cut his cornea open because he thought there was less room for error this way.  After his corneal flap was detached, the doctor folded it down so the laser could be shot into his cornea to reshape it.  After the laser, the doctor flipped the flap back up there and smoothed it into place.  The whole cornea removal and replacing process was so bizarre.  In case you are curious, a cornea-less eyeball looks very melon-like in texture.

When the surgery was done, one of the nurses walked him across the room and had T read the clock and he was able to.  And it was literally only a few minutes after the surgery.  I was impressed at how quickly the whole process went down.  We had to sit around for about 30-45 minutes after the surgery before we could go home, just so the doctor could make sure everything was fine with his eyes.

The doctor told him it would be best to go home and nap for at least four hours to give his eyes a chance to rest and heal, but of course he wasn’t able to fall asleep.  Being the trooper he was, he just hung out with us with his eyes closed during that time.  This meant he needed some assistance to get around the house, but after a while he was able to do it alone.  Around 5:30 that night, he was finally able to open his eyes.  It was so cute because he was so happy and emotional about being able to see unassisted for the first time in 15 years.

So far, everything is good. During his follow up appointment, the doctor said everything was healing nicely and all looked well.

I’m so happy for my baby and his new special eyes.

I know you are all always dying to hear about my super awesome, high-class neighbors (aka the drug addicted freaks).  Saturday night we were hanging out on our patio with my family and some friends celebrating my mom’s birthday.  The Stella was flowing, the conversation was great, and everyone was having a great time.  It was probably a little before midnight when we heard a knock on the fence and the cracked-out voice of my neighbor, Joe.  Everyone went silent, but I knew we couldn’t just ignore him since he knew we were out there.

I opened the fence a bit to see what he wanted.  He said he wanted to officially introduce himself to us since we’d been neighbors for years.  Weird, but I went with it.  Then he let me know the most amazing news in the world (apparently the powers that be finally decided to answer my prayers) – their condo had been foreclosed on and they would be gone in two weeks.  Halle-fucking-lujah – not that I am one to rejoice in other people’s misery, but when you’ve lived next to garbage as long as we have, it’s nice to have someone finally take out the trash.

At that point, Joe also let us all know that Jane had moved out and left him and taken his dog.  This made me thrilled.  He used to rough her up when he was high, which is totally not acceptable in my book, and I was glad to know that she finally distanced herself from the loser (not that she’s much better herself).  Then he said how he was kind of depressed and heard us having fun, so he thought he’d pop by (so not cool).

After a minute of chatting, he asked if he could have a drink.  I figured I should stop being rude and offer Joe a beer, hoping that maybe he’d leave because we all know that’s the reason he came over.  He needed to bum booze of the self-sufficient 20-somethings.  He said he wasn’t a big beer drinker and asked if we had anything stronger.  We have an assortment of booze, so I figured I could offer him something, like Tom’s whiskey or scotch.  Imagine my complete delight when I mosied up to our bar and was greeted by a bottle of Bacardi 151.  I poured him a monster shot of warm 151, hoping that it would knock him out.  Of course it didn’t, since he’s used to hardcore drugs and all that jazz.  I gave him one more shot, and finally my sister’s boyfriend told him we were wrapping it up for the night.  He got the hint and left, but not before face-planting in the bushes behind our fence.  Revenge is sweet!

I haven’t been this happy in a while.  It’s going to be amazing to not have to hear mopeds that sound like Harleys being revved at all hours of the morning and the constant yelling, screaming and fighting coming from next door.  The parking lot will no longer look like a repair shop, and Jane’s sketchy brother won’t be driving through the place, constantly crashing his car into things.  I just hope no one weirder moves in after they are gone for good.

I’m sure you may remember some of my ranty posts that I have written about my super awesome, high-class neighbors (please note the sarcasm here).  Well, last night things went to a whole new level.

After having a remarkably fun and amazing weekend (more to come about that later), T and I returned to our little humble abode.  JD and our friend Z were there too.  We were lazing around watching TV and decided to venture onto the patio.  T had been upstairs and he noticed that there were cop cars driving up and down the parking lot in front of the condo.  Being as nosy as I am, of course I marched myself right into the living room to check out the situation (said in French voice that Dane Cook does from time to time).  We had our front door open with only our glass screen door closed.  Since they could see inside, the cops walked right up to my front door.

I asked if I could help them with anything (because I’m nice like that), and I realized they were looking for my neighbors, Jane and Joe.  I asked if everything was OK, and that’s when I was informed that my neighbors are…wait for it….meth addicts.  Yup, we’ve got some straight up Intervention type-shit going down right next door.  Aren’t we just the luckiest folks in town?

Apparently Joe was coming down from a meth binge and was having some intense pains and cramps so Jane called 9-1-1.  The best part of this story is that she actually informed the dispatcher that her boyfriend was having meth-related problems, and then the APD relayed this information to me.  I did let them know that Jane and Joe are alcoholics and like to fight and beat each other up, hoping that maybe they would get arrested or something.  But sadly that didn’t happen.

Things were pretty quiet for the rest of the day.  I was really concerned Jane was going to come over and beg me for one thing or another, but luckily that didn’t happen.  Phew…

And in case you were curious, John appears to be OK.  He made it home at 5:30 a.m. courtesy of an Atlanta cab since these meth heads can’t seem to stop crashing cars ( I wonder why that is…).  And keeping with his white trash nature,  it appears he got into some type of squabble with the cab driver, which resulted in me getting woken up.  I’m assuming he didn’t have enough money to pay the driver, which resulted in the driver getting out and causing some drama until he got his money.

I think I may start calling the cops whenever I hear any type of drama going down, with the hopes that they will get busted with something illegal and will go away.  And I guess I owe T an apology because for months he has been convinced that they are meth users.  I kept telling him to stop projecting Intervention-like drama into our real life, but I guess I was wrong and he was right.  Oh, home sweet home.

On another note…

Today is your last chance to enter my Dove contest.  I’m choosing the 5 lucky winners tonight!  🙂

***Don’t forget about my giveaway!***

I am giving away five sticks of Dove Visibly Smooth to five lucky readers so you can be summer-ready and smell pretty too.

Here is how you enter:

*Go here.

*Leave a comment telling me what your favorite sleeveless summer-wear is.  Make sure to give me a valid e-mail address so I can contact you if you win.

*Up your chances with an extra entry by Tweeting about the contest.  Please leave a comment with the link to your Tweet.

*Increase your odds even more by blogging about my giveaway, worth two entries.  Please leave a comment with the link to your post.

The contest will end at 10 p.m. EST on Monday, April 26th.

I sort of hate to admit it, but new favorite TV show is Style Network’s Jerseylicious.  If you are not watching this amazing salute to Jersey’s “more is always better style”, you are missing out!  FYI – I know not all of you Jersey folks dress or act that way, and these shows are not a representation of how a majority of you act, but it doesn’t make shows about the “Jersey” way of life any less funnier or addicting!

In case you aren’t in the know…

Jerseylicious profiles the Gatsby Salon in central NJ and its quirky cast of stylists.  The salon has just undergone a multi-million dollar renovation to make it a chic and classy establishment.  This means the salon’s owners are bringing in an assortment of new talent to help bring in new clientele who want to spend some money.

My favorite character on the show is Olivia.  She is the slightly over-tanned and overly made up aspiring make up artist, but she really is a genuinely nice person who is trying to do the right thing and avoid the drama.

If she would lay off the bronzer and tanning some, I think she would be a really pretty girl.

Her arch-nemesis and co-worker Tracy is always starting drama and being a pain in the ass.  Her sole goal in life is to make Olivia’s life miserable.  She is one of those people you love to hate because she thinks she is gorgeous and amazing.  Not only is she not that attractive, her personality makes her look hideous to me.

Seriously, how big does your hair need to be?

Gigi is the sweet girl next door who has a big heart and loves her boyfriend, who treats her like a jerk from time to time.  She wants to be married and start her happily ever after as soon as possible.

She is glam without being completely overboard.

Alexa thinks she is God’s gift to Earth and make up.  She does a good job, but her “I’m the best at everything I do” attitude really gets under my skin.  It’s her way or the highway, and if she doesn’t agree with someone, she will sure as hell let them know.  She has seemed to mellow out a little as the show’s progressed, so maybe that’s a good sign.

She will beat your ass if you don’t think she is the make up goddess!

If you loved Jersey Shore, you will love this show.  It’s got a ton of drama and a cast with attitudes and styles that are larger than life.

This past Sunday’s episode was amazing!  Tracy and Olivia were taken to NYC to receive a make-under.  They were stripped of their big hair, bronzer, and crazy long fake nails, and I thought they looked really good.  Of course they didn’t quite feel the same way.  Their reactions to their new looks was to die for, totally making it a must-see!

What’s your current guilty pleasure TV show?

***Don’t forget about my giveaway!***

I am giving away five sticks of Dove Visibly Smooth to five lucky readers so you can be summer-ready and smell pretty too.

Here is how you enter:

*Go here.

*Leave a comment telling me what your favorite sleeveless summer-wear is.  Make sure to give me a valid e-mail address so I can contact you if you win.

*Up your chances with an extra entry by Tweeting about the contest.  Please leave a comment with the link to your Tweet.

*Increase your odds even more by blogging about my giveaway, worth two entries.  Please leave a comment with the link to your post.

The contest will end at 10 p.m. EST on Monday, April 26th.

I am so thrilled that spring is finally here!  I am so over the cold and damp weather we’ve had this year so far.  BTW 2010, I’m not impressed.  The 10 day outlook is marvelous – 70s all around.  I can’t wait to spend the weekend outside, soaking up the sun and basking in spring’s glory.

That’s why I was annoyed as hell when I went to bed last night, and my throat was scratchy.  By the time I woke up this morning, it really hurt.  And as the day progresses, it keeps getting a little worse.  Add in an achy neck and a headache, and I’m in tip-top shape over here.  I’m sure by the time I get home tonight, I will just collapse onto the couch in a sniffly, whiny mess.

Normally I try to look on the brighter side of being sick, namely meaning that I may end up with a day off to veg at home while trying to recover, but this time around it’s just hard.  We’re going to see Third Eye Blind tomorrow night, and I really don’t want to bail because I’m sick (plus I already bought the $30 ticket…).

Friday night, T and I are planning on going to Abattoir for his early birthday dinner with just the two of us.  It’s Atlanta’s answer to whole-animal cuisine and is very meat centric, so I definitely don’t want to be sick and have to postpone it.  Saturday, we are going to my parents for Easter and will be celebrating T’s actual birthday with a family fondue dinner – noms – and I’m sure copious amounts of German beer will be consumed!

My co-worker had a cold last week (which is who I’m assuming I may have caught it from because I hung out with both her and her roommate last week, and they both had it) and said there was only one really bad day – fever, aches, chills – but then she felt better and has just been coughing and stuffy.  If that’s all it is, I’m pretty sure I can deal with it.  But fingers crossed that it doesn’t get that far.  Now excuse me as I go chug some Airborne.

Oh and by the way, Chelsea Handler was awesome!  She and Heather McDonald had everyone cracking up and howling with laughter.  I know the tickets aren’t cheap, but if you have the chance to go, do it!  Seriously.  No ifs, ands or buts.

And speaking of comedy, Conan O’Brien is coming to Atlanta in June, and T and I want to go.  I was planning on getting him tickets as his birthday present.  The only thing stopping me is that tickets appear to be sold out – lame.  This means we’ll have to get them off Stubhub or from scalpers, and they will be way more expensive (and they aren’t cheap to begin with).  It really annoys me how people are allowed to buy up a ton of tickets, then jack the prices way up and sell them.  Scalpers, why don’t you go get a real job and leave the tickets for the fans who actually want to see the show and aren’t trying to make a quick buck?  Hate…

I really don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, but I have been such a blogging slacker.  I don’t know why – well, actually I do.  I’ve been super swamped with work because I picked up a new client at the beginning of the month, meaning that I know work on 4 accounts.  This means I am crazy busy all of the time (I used to blog during my lunch break) and when I’m not swamped, I need some mental downtime.  There is only so much creativity that can flow from a girl at one time.

I don’t really have anything super amazing to talk about, but I did want to share  some thoughts about recent events.

1.  St Patty’s Day – This year, it was kind of a wash.  In the past, we’ve gone out to the big celebrations whether they’ve happened the weekend before or on the actual day.  This year, not so much.  The Saturday before St. Pat’s, we met up with a bunch of friends at a little Irish bar named Stout. T and the guys all headed over around 5 p.m. in the afternoon, but I opted to wait.  I was tired and was enjoying my book, plus I didn’t feel like imbibing at such an early hour.  By the time that I got there around 9 p.m., the boys were all a little tipsy.  By 11, T was ready to head home, which was fine by me.

We had planned to take off on actual St. Patty’s and go to Fado’s big street festival, but T and I were both super busy, so we decided it may be smarter for us to work that day.  Of course it was cold and dreary that day, so when we went out to celebrate after work it was soggy and gross outside.  Of course Stout was packed to the brim, so we ended up across the street at a British pub that served no food instead.  I was pretty bummed because I was seriously craving an Irish breakfast.  We ended up ordering Dominos and had it delivered to the bar.  That was clutch because we were all starving.  It was a fun night, but not quite up to the caliber of past years.  Hopefully your St. Patty’s was a little more exciting.

2. Car drama – Right before New Year’s Eve, I was told that the front and rear brakes on my car were in need of being replaced.  This news sort of blew my mind because I’d just had them replaced in November 2008, so I decided to hold off on the repairs at that point in time because the repair shop told me I’d be OK for a few more months.  Plus I’d just spent a pretty penny on some other repairs.  Let me tell you, I’m so glad I waited.

My good friend ASP’s husband is a mechanic, so he told me to bring my car by this past weekend and he’d fix the brakes for me.  He was a sweetheart and fixed up my little car for a really reasonable price and then told me some disturbing news.  Apparently the place I’d taken my car to in 2008 (Goodyear, cough cough) had  installed my front brake pads the wrong way!!  WTF?!?!

I’d been driving around on pads that were incorrectly installed for more than a year.  No wonder they barely lasted a year before needing to be replaced.  Don’t even get me started on the safety issues this could have caused me.  And then I found out that the rear brakes were fine and didn’t need replacement like the GY mechanics had told me.  I’ve been a loyal customer with them for years, but now I’m starting to question going to them again.  Apparently their mechanics don’t know as much about repairing cars as they should.  I think I’m sticking to my buddy from now on, even though going to him is not nearly as convenient.

3.  The Weather – I am so sick of the crappy-assed weather that has been taking over Georgia in 2010.  We’ve only had a couple of warm days so far, and I am beyond ready for spring.  This Friday and Saturday we were blessed with sunny and beautiful 70-degree days, only to have the rug snatched out from under us on Sunday.

On the first day of spring, we were greeted by gray clouds, wind and rain.  It was only about 60 degrees.  I did end up seeing a super cool rainbow once the rain let up for a bit, but that was not enough to make up for the crappy first day of spring.  Yesterday, it was in the 50s and it snow flurried in the morning.  In Atlanta.  WTF?!?!  And people say global warming doesn’t exist…

I am so ready for warm and sunny days and patio weather.  April, please do a better than March with its BS weather.

4.  Upcoming Fun – This Sunday, JD, CGN, CMc and I are all going to see Chelsea Handler at The Fox.  CGN and CMc are huge Chelsea fans, and JD and I watch the show from time to time.  I love her super sarcastic and blunt personality, and I can’t wait to see how it translates into her stand up.  I expect to be laughing so hard that my sides ache and tears will be running down my cheeks.

On April 1st, T and I are going with a group of our friends to see Third Eye Blind.  I was a huge fan in high school, and their first few CDs made up a large part of the soundtrack when T and I first started dating 10.5 years ago (awww).  I am pretty excited to see them, and I am hoping that they play a lot of their older songs.  I know they have a new album coming out, and I glad to hear that they are still out there making music.

Anything interesting been happening in your life lately?

**Keep your eyes peeled – in April, this little blog will be hosting its very first giveaway!  Details to come…**

Today on my way home I was chatting with my friend Jewels when all of a sudden I came across horrible traffic.  I was slightly confused because traffic only gets that backed up when there is bad weather or there’s a Braves game.  Since I was catching up with Jewels, I wasn’t too horribly irritated by rolling along at a speedy 5 miles an hour.

When I hung up the phone, I got a text from JD saying that a zebra had escaped from the circus that’s set up in Atlanta and had run through downtown and was on the highway.  In order to keep the little guy from getting injured, police closed down the highway until its trainer could catch it and move it to safety.  Eventually it was carefully surrounded by motorcycles and the trainer caught him and loaded him onto the truck to take him back to the circus compound.

Can you imagine sitting at a traffic light and seeing a zebra galloping down the sidewalk?  So bizarre.  I’m just glad he wasn’t injured and made it safely “home” – not that a circus compound in the city is a good home for any animal…

The funny thing is, this isn’t the first zebra hanging out on the highway incident in Atlanta.  What?!?, you say.  Well, in 2008, about 20 miles south of Atlanta, a baby zebra apparently fell out of a truck and was hit by another car (so sad).  He eventually made it to the shoulder of the road, where he was spotted by commuters, munching on grass.  He was taken to a recovery center and went through surgery and now lives there happily ever after.

Somebody needs to take these poor guys back to Africa and keep them off the Atlanta highways.

So, anything crazy going on in your neck of the woods today? 🙂

Here is the link to the video if you want to check it out.

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