nothing sticks when it’s raining – unless it’s jam

While originally we were supposed to have a great weekend weather-wise the storm down south shifted and we got rain both Saturday and Sunday. This has been the second weekend in a row of rain and we’re so over it. (Not as much as the poor South Carolina folks, I know) I’m hoping after today it’s going to clear up and be sunny the rest of October so we can finally enjoy some fall-like weather.

We decided if it was going to be crappy all weekend then we’d get some grocery shopping done, cook and do some canning. I canned salsa again and made a new jam recipe – Pineapple Mango Chili jam. We had all the ingredients to make BBQ sauce but we ran out of steam  – no pun intended.

Lately, I’ve been looking at classes I want to take – some to further my career – because I don’t want to be in my current position too long – I want to keep growing. There have been about three people in the department – all PM’s like myself – that have been promoted to other positions (one got a position I interviewed for which is disparaging). One guy is going to be making so much money that his wife is going to be able to quit her job.  I keep applying to state jobs and interviewing and – nothing. I get told my interviews are very good and I score very high but someone else just happened to either already be doing the job or score a bit higher than I. And, don’t get me started on private sector jobs  – I get literally no bites on any of the ones I apply for – nothing. I wonder if it’s even worth taking the time to send my resume, fill out their online form, and write a cover letter. It’s almost like applying for a Federal job. Which, I’ve done a few times. I did once have a fed interview many years ago. I couldn’t even believe they called me. But, I never got offered anything. Fed job offers are an anomaly – I have no.idea. how anyone ever gets on there – unless they have a masters or PHD.  I’m trying to get away from managing construction projects and break in to managing people or projects that aren’t construction related. I’ve been looking at Scrum master certification classes  – but I hesitate because I would only be marketable to companies that use that methodology and a lot of those are IT related and I don’t have much experience in IT. The most experience I have is an associate degree in website administration. I know a bit about computer language, HTML, etc. but nothing about managing a company-wide network. Next, is the PMP certification class – very expensive and a week-long committment but they promise a 98% pass rate. I think maybe I should just do that but it’s an investment all the same.

And, in addition to all that I’ve been looking at screen writing courses. Not as expensive as the scrum or PMP but not cheap all that same. I found one course interesting that is online but I wonder if I have the commitment to come home from work every night and sign on to the class, do homework and dedicate time to it. I’m just so wishy-washy about shit lately. That karate class I got a groupon for – yeah, I’ve been one time. I don’t know why I haven’t been back. I think my current job just consumes so much of my time and thoughts that I’m exhausted when I get home at night and the last thing I want to do is put on pajamas and go out and have someone grab my wrist and pretend I don’t know how to throw them down on the mat with force  – you know – because I have a white belt around my waist when years ago I made it almost to brown belt and I know a thing or two but I don’t want to come off as over-confident or even cocky. I try to act as if my cup is empty type of deal. But yet – I just don’t care. I’m not sure I can start over. It just seems so long to me.

So, nothing is really sticking right now on what I should do and I hate to waste the time and money if I’m not going to stick with it or it won’t help my career. Any suggestions or has anyone else gone through this? PMP or Scrum master? Or just hire another resume writing service – which, the last one did nothing for me. I never heard back from any of the jobs I applied for with the updated resume I paid $45 for them to rewrite. What a joke.



rain, rain, go away……

It’s been such a rainy, gloomy weekend here in Georgia. Ever since we got the shed built it has rained every day. I did manage to get out in the rain and run a bit yesterday which was great. I love running in the rain when it’s not a downpour. Charlie and I got all our grocery shopping done yesterday so today I will try to go for another run in the misting rain with Sadie this time, perhaps maybe think about canning some salsa. [maybe] Charlie is going to make a couple of pumpkin pies – one for us and one for Ellen. Ellen is still laid up with her leg thing.

I regret I don’t have much to write about this weekend. So in the meantime I will leave you with a pic of the finished shed. Cheers and go Falcons!


vaca dojang

I’ve been out-of-pocket for a while. I was super busy before I went on vacation and then on vacation I didn’t do any writing at all. I just hung out, cooked, ran errands and grocery shopped. We have a couple of friends who aren’t doing so hot so I took them pans of chicken enchiladas and lasagna. I wanted to can while I was off but that didn’t happen, either. The last weekend of vacation friends of ours – Bernice and Raphael came up from Florida and brought their motorcycles and bicycles.

Saturday, we made the glaring mistake of taking the train downtown to the Dragoncon parade. I really thought it was going to be a cool thing to do but once we got down there it was a nightmare with so many people. We stayed for about 30 minutes and fought our way back to the train station only to be trapped because all the trains were going Westbound for the Auburn/Louisville game. Once an eastbound train finally pulled up there were so many people we had to all squeeze in like it was 1996 and we were going to the Olympics or something. We were all so hungry that we thought we’d just get off the train in Decatur but I slapped my head and groaned, “The book festival is downtown this weekend. We’ll never get a table.” In fact, shit was happening all over Georgia that weekend. It was Dragon freaksville con, Decatur book festival, a college football game in the dome, Atlanta Black Pride Festival, and the hokey apple festival in the mountains – all these people your grandma’s age trying to stay on the mountain roads for a bag of measly apples you can buy at Kroger [ask me how I really feel about it].

And why once back to our original destination we got in the truck and drove to our favorite bar/bar food place for lunch. Afterwards, we went back to the house and washed all our motorcycles because they were very dirty and then we went on a bicycle ride through the neighborhood to a local watering hole for a drink and back home to veg before grilling dinner.

The next day we were going for a motorcycle ride out to Madison, Georgia. It was the four of us plus my buddy, Drew. On the way out we stopped off at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit just to see it again because it’s so beautiful and then on the Madison to eat BBQ at Big Kev’s. Even before we pulled up we could smell the smokers out in the parking lot. My mouth was watering and we went in and sat right down to some iced tea and plates of smoked pork BBQ, ribs, mac-n-cheese, greens, fried okra and banana pudding. It was probably the best we’ve had in a long time. (In fact, I put a glowing review on Yelp). Afterwards, the owner was nice enough to take our pictures out in the parking lot before we suited up and rode home.


IMG_4085 (taken from Drew’s Harley 74 on the way back)

Once back, we were exhausted and only had the energy to sit on the porch and veg. I was glad I had another day off the next day (Labor Day). The next day we were sorry to see our friends leave but spent the day planting flowers and going for a short ride out to a friend’s house and back.

Yesterday was my first day back at work in ten days and I’ve been slowly getting back in to it. After work I went to my first martial arts class in over 15 years. I had been thinking of getting back into a style but nothing had jumped out and kicked me in the shins and said, hiya or anything. I found a Groupon for a class near the house and thought, “Why the hell not?” bought it and emailed the instructor (or I should call him his proper Korean name “chung sah nim”) to set up a brief meeting prior to the first class to fill out paperwork and get my dobok. He turned out to be a very easy-going guy (a rather tall, broad-shouldered, bald, white guy that spoke with a bit of a drawl I couldn’t place) and after the first practice the whole dojang is way more laid back than my old dojo was. As far as the uniform went you could walk into the gym completely suited up or not it didn’t matter as long as you were fully dressed when you bowed and went onto the mat. My old dojo we weren’t allowed to wear our jackets with our belt colors outside the dojo. When I entered I only had on my pants and a t-shirt and I went into another room to put on my jacket and belt before going back out. There were several other people circled on the mat stretching and talking and when I bowed and walked up everyone came over to me and introduced themselves individually – later, I realized they did this in the order of rank as at the end of the practice we all went up to bow and shake the master’s hand in the order of rank.

Practice was pretty much like it was previously in my old dojo – the first 20 minutes dedicated to stretching, then a few punches and kicks and sit-ups. Then, some self-defense moves and ending with some kata. I got a decent workout although I’m not as sore today as I originally thought I was going to be. Practice is on Tues, Thursday nights and Saturday mornings and I plan to attend as much as possible until my Groupon runs out ;-)

push[ed] the button

The past few weeks have been very hectic at work – why I’ve been out of the loop lately. I wish I could say that we’ve been away vacationing or something but not the case.

After selling the camper we decided to take a few trees down in the backyard. These included a huge Bradford Pear and a Pine full of cankers and bugs. After that we were left with a very large hole that allowed us the unfortunate view of the neighbors.

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So, we have decided to have a little shed built in the back and eventually have our own little cottage in the back – (that was the show we went to that was in the backyard of a residence). We’re probably going to call it Backyard Shed Gig or something of that nature. Here’s a pic of the model we’re having built:


Ours is going to be different colors but this is it. After it’s built, we want to have a deck built off the front with an overhang.

In other news – I am on vacation next week but am going to do absolutely nothing. (Well, except for canning lots of salsa) I need a break from the rat race and decided to just take the week off. Especially after Sunday when I pushed the button and –


-the truck exploded.

Well, that wasn’t exactly what happened. It really wasn’t that exciting but very annoying. I pushed the differential lock button on the Forerunner (I had a blonde moment).

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[Me: “Duh-I-dunno”, God, she’s going to kill me]

-and it locked up all four tires and we couldn’t’ disengage it. We were stuck at the mini mart for 4 hours waiting for a tow. But wait – that’s not all – we had it towed it to our garage and they were in the process of moving and we had to pay for yet another tow all the to their new garage location. (20 miles away) Such B.S. and I was so over it. Charlie and I just went home and cried and then drank after that.


Who knows how much it’s going to cost to get fixed but we’re hoping for the best so keep your fingers crossed it’s not a fortune. I will never press another button again, for sure [unless it’s an elevator button].

friends won’t be around

You know, I just don’t get people.

Charlie and I usually go for a little ride on Sunday mornings. We’ll ride somewhere and have some brunch or lunch, depending on how far away it is. Yesterday we had decided to ride out to Conyers and visit the Harley place where we purchased her bike. Charlie wanted to order some new “farkle” for her bike (for you non-bike enthusiasts, farkle is anything you can put on a bike that isn’t engine related and/or doesn’t take a mechanic to install). We figured we’d spent some time at the dealership and then go out back and visit with some of my old teaching buddies who were running a class that weekend. Afterwards, we were planning on riding down the street to a BBQ place for lunch.

So, off we went. The previous evening I had texted Yvonne and Kat to see if they wanted to ride out with us. They said they’d meet us at lunch and I said, OK, see you then.

Once we were at the dealership, Charlie ordered her farkle and we went out back and talked to Jenna and Jeff who I have taught with on many occasions in the past. Charlie hadn’t met Jenna before and the two of them hit it off as Jenna is a relatively new mommy. While they talked about baby stuff I turned to Jeff and asked him how he was doing. Gone was the happy greeting I got just minutes before. His shoulders literally sank and said, Same ol’, same ol’. My knees and shoulder hurts and I’m getting old.

Way back in the day, Jeff used to be really fun to work with (– along with K.) The last few years I’ve worked with him he stopped being engaging to hang around -at lunch, he’d go outside and smoke and then take his Harley onto the range and ride the box several times – which, I always hated when instructors did that because I thought it was just a form of showing off in front of the students.

K got like that, too. Once he realized that I didn’t want to hear about his conquests anymore he stopped talking to me and when we taught together he would constantly be on his phone texting some honey that he was hoping to get with. We’d go to lunch and one of the other male instructors would sit with us and he’d talk to him the entire time about the latest rally he did. I started to feel invisible to many of the people I taught with because either the story never changed or they got bitter and worn out from teaching or life in general.

I had to bite my tongue at that point to keep from telling him he should retire, like me and ride on the weekends. But, that’s not for me to say.  At least Jenna was happy to see me and engaging as ever.

While she and Charlie talked I texted Yvonne asking when she thought they would be there for lunch and she texted back not until noon probably that they had just gotten up.

This is another thing is that when Charlie and I go ride we never wait for people. We say clutch out at [time we decided to leave based on distance and when we need to be there] and if they can’t make by then see ya. I won’t wait for anyone – especially if it’s going to be 1,000 degrees by noon. I want to get in as much riding as possible while it’s still cool.

I texted back, Ok, just text me your ETA – we’re probably going to go ride a bit since we’re early.

Right after that, she bailed. She said, Oh, well why don’t you go without us and we’ll do something next weekend. We’re moving kind of slow today.

I was like WTF? We offered to go ride a bit and wait for them and they just bail. I was disappointed. I mean, we ALWAYS ask them to ride and they NEVER do. They go out with their motorcycle boy group and even ride with Women on the Wind but they NEVER ride with us. I was over it.

I told Charlie and we just rode over ourselves and had lunch. Once home, we kicked off our boots and traded our jeans for shorts and hung out on the porch. Later, I see a FB post of both Yvonne and Kat in a photo with Hippy Dippy saying, Great ride with [Hippy Dippy] today!

Charlie and I were like, F-THAT. We’re not asking them again. I can’t believe they dissed us to ride with Hippy-Dippy and her pathetic little Rebel 250-needing-a-motorcycle- class-raggedy-ass. What-the-F-ever. Maybe it’s a good thing they didn’t come after all because I really don’t like Hippy Dippy. I was tempted to blow their FB up but all I said in the comments was We tried.

Pathetically, they both liked it. I hate FB sometimes.

I think of all the times I particularly didn’t want to hear for the 10th time Kat sing the same songs about her ex not paying any attention to her while her current played the drums but I went to the venue anyway, paid my cover and went in to support them. We bought all their CD’s and have shown up to every show. Now I wonder if I could spend my time better doing something else.

This brings up the issue of Charlie and I having several friends that we ask to do things and they never commit or do anything with us. I get tired of it.

I also get tired of us always hosting We’re always having the parties, come over for drinks, dinner, etc. But we never get invites. Never.  The last invite we got was from Ellen in May to come over to her house and help her celebrate her birthday – that that was even because she had her leg in a brace and couldn’t go anywhere. At least she made an effort. As does Michale and her new gf, Neasa. Michale makes an effort to come to our house or meet out but despite having a new house has never entertained there. I am hoping this [like her hairstyle] will change soon since her and Neasa [who sent her to her stylist] are together.

Anyway, I guess I’ll be thankful for the friends who do make an effort because those who don’t won’t be around for much longer.



Well another chapter has ended  while another one has started. We sold the camper yesterday to a nice couple in Cartersville, Georgia. Even though we were sorry to see it go we were also relieved.

Since we’ve been riding motorcycles every weekend we really don’t have the time to take the camper out and give it proper use. I was thrilled we actually made a profit on the sale, too. Shortly after they left with the camper they sent us pictures of them in it with their two dogs. Yes, a perfect fit and I’m happy our beloved camper is in loving hands.

Last weekend we rode down to Juliette, Georgia home of the Whistle Stop Cafe’.  This was Charlie’s first time eating fried green tomatos. It was very hot that day but a beutiful ride to and from. We passed a rafter of turkeys on the way there (honestly, if we had a Go-Pro we’d been able to capture that moment) and passed through a national forest on the way back. All in all – gorgeous country side trip.

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I admit that I am tired of summer now. I am tired of seeing 90-anything. I long for the crisp mornings and football. I cannot wait to sit out on the porch and watch a game. I’m just ready for September for now.

I had another interview the other day for a position in another department. It’s not as if I’m extremely unhappy where I am but I want to be promoted and make more money and in my line of work the only way for that to happen is to get another position within the company.  The interview went well – as always. I think I have a shot if they don’t already have someone earmarked for the positon.  Really keep your fingers crossed. I should know something next week.

Other than that I really don’t have anything new going on. Summer is just melting by.

for verification purposes can you give your DOB?

“Today, 48 years ago, Mutha-F-er.”, I wanted to say but didn’t.

IIIIIIIIIII don’t want to work, I just want play on these –


all day!

Yes, it’s my birthday and…… I’m working :_(

WTF? I knew I shouldn’t have scheduled a stupid meeting on the day of my birthday. But (hopefully)– I’m out of here after it’s over.

Charlie is taking me out for a birthday dinner at one of my favorite restaurants in Va-highlands. I have already received most of my presents already. Charlie got me phone holder clamp and a USB port for my motorcycle and the latest Walking Dead comic books (which are eons ahead of the TV series and really way more interesting, too. Seriously, if we have one more season of wandering through the woods of south Georgia and killing zombies I’m D-O-N-E). Ellen got me a nice bottle of whiskey and Charlie’s parents got me a gift certificate to Outback.

My sister really tried this year by getting me a belt that I hook this flexible dog lead to so when Sadie and I go running I won’t have to hold the leash. Kind of ingenious but she kind of ruined it with a Cuisinart Smart Stick – borrrrring. I can’t even sell it on Ebay, either, because what I’ll make on it won’t even be worth the trouble to box up and ship it. So, I think I’m stuck just mixing margaritas with the thing. (Especially since I got a bottle of tequila from Jess for my b-day) Oh well, you win some and drink lose some.

You know I’m still going around and around with those f*ck-tards at the insurance company? Finally, they sent out the memo stating that people who were in same sex marriages could add their spouses to their insurance and to use June 26, 2015 as the qualifying event date (no matter if you got married previously in another state – that June 26th date would be the date of the qualifying event in Georgia). SO, I got Charlie added and they sent me documentation that stated that I would have to provide a copy of our marriage license as supporting documentation. SO –I uploaded it to their site – per their instructions. A week later, I’m getting emails and documentation in the mail of: PLEASE PROVIDE SUPPORTING DOCUMENTATION BY AUGUST 28, 2015. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN DENIAL OF REQUEST AND COVERAGE WILL REVERT TO PRIOR COVERAGE.

So, once again I called them and was put on hold forever while they tried to verify that they received the supporting documentation. Once the woman came back on she said she would have to look further into it. I told her to call me back and let me know either way. She never called me back. So, again, I get a nasty-gram email and letter saying above. I called again this morning. The lady said, yes, they had received it but it had been denied because our qualifying event date was outside the 30 days as our marriage license said, September 24, 2014. I was revving up to shout out loud, “FOR THE 45TH TIME SAME SEX MARRIAGE BECAME LEGAL IN GEORGIA JUNE 26, 2015 AND THAT IS THE MOTHER-F*CKING QUALIFYING EVENT DATE!!!!! When –

-she said, “Oh I’m sorry Mrs. Lanie– I’m sending this back for review since this is a same sex marriage it should be approved.”

-Sigh –

Wtf do I have to do to be treated like an equal around here? I really do hope that this is the last phone call I have to make to these people. I took down a reference number and assured her that I would be calling back if I didn’t hear back from them. She at least said Happy Birthday before hanging up as for verification purposes for the 45th time I had to give my DOB. All I really want for my birthday is to not have to make anymore phone calls to these people. Ever. Again.





'Normally I'd be optimistic that we could work out a little problem like this.'

‘Normally I’d be optimistic that we could work out a little problem like this.’

We have a mediocre like love/hate relationship with our neighbors. They first moved into the house next door last summer. I have lived on the street since 1997 and am among only a handful of others who have been there before or as long as I have. So, I count myself as a veteran of the street. I remember the next door neighbor being alive who was the original builder of all the houses on the street. I remember when he passed and then years later his wife passing. Her name was Mildred. I loved having her next door because she was almost deaf and never complained of my drumming and parties. In fact, the only thing she ever complained of was a Tulip Poplar on my property that shed leaves onto her property. The woman almost couldn’t stand to have one leaf in her yard. Eventually, I took the tree down because it wasn’t in the best of shape and leaning towards the house.

After Mildred passed friends of her family purchased the house. I first came across the new owner named Carl who would constantly introduce himself, “Carl and Amy here, nice to mee-cha!”

This would be the moment that I would look around for “Amy” never to be found. Carl did a bunch of work to the house – even later when I’d see him he’d say, “Hi, Carl and Amy here how-ya doing?” Again, no Amy anywhere and to this day I’ve never met her.

But no one moved in for quite some time. Then finally two older women moved in – (well, in fact I only SAW one but was informed by the other that the second did exist even though she was a hoarder and never left the house.) Apparently, Carl and his invisible wife, Amy, were getting a divorce and Amy was renting it to one live person and another invisible like herself.

This arrangement was fine until I was sitting in my carport one night talking to Charlie (this was before Charlie and I were together and she lived in Florida) when the one who I had met – the non-invisible one –  just came walking into the carport in her nightgown telling me to keep it down.

It was 8:30.

Ok, in the history of living on my street NO ONE had ever told me to keep it down. That lady was lucky I didn’t shoot her after walking up like that because she scared the crap out of me. After that, every time she saw me she made it a point to stop and talk to me. I’d be walking Sadie and she’d stop and talk. It got to a point that when I saw her coming I’d run and hide.

Finally, her and the hoarder moved out because Carl and Invisible-Amy’s divorce was final and she was moving in. So, we thought. The house sat empty again for months which suited me just fine. Then, Charlie moved in and then the current neighbors moved in. I came home one day and found Charlie standing in the back yard talking to some man who introduced himself as Tim. I would later meet his wife DeeDee. At first, it started out ok. There weren’t any incidents or complaints that I remember that first year. They would let out our dogs and then we’d let out theirs. We had even hired Tim to let them out during the day while we were at work and paid him. Then, Tim got a job and kind of left us in the lurch to find someone else so we decided to make due with blocking off rooms and hiding anything that could be chewed by Bailey. We were glad that Tim got a job because he was starting to come around more and more. He’d pop into the carport with a drink and talk about his penis sex which made me uncomfortable. I even got up and left at one point because I didn’t want to hear it. I even said something to his wife about it. Then, one morning last winter when Ellen and I were doing the Hot Chocolate Race I had gone out to ask her if she wanted any coffee before getting into her car and going and apparently Tim had heard me ask that and had called my cell phone number telling me to keep it down. Ok, by the time I had gotten the message we had already left that’s how quickly we were gone.

So, later Tim quit his job and decided to stay home all the time – and drink. Last week we had Michale, her gf and friend from Maine over to play music. We were literally in the back of the house in my office – right up against the neighbors on the opposite side of the house singing, playing drums and being rowdy until around 10:30 – we did this three nights in a row, in fact and those neighbors never said a word. (I think they probably felt guilty that I was up with every one of their kids when they were teething so this was my chance to keep them up). But, Thursday when we finished playing in my office we went out to the carport to sit and take a breather. The night was winding down but we got to laughing about something and suddenly both my phone and Charlie’s phones are going off from the neighbors – Tim and DeeDee. I let the message go to vm but listened to the message of Tim saying, “Hey, can you keep it down over there?” and a text saying, “Time to move the party inside…..please.”

We all shut up and started whispering and everyone left after that. What really p*ssed me off about that was BOTH of them were off the next day – DeeDee going to the mountains with a bunch of her girlfriends and Tim – well, just staying home and drinking. It was Charlie and I who had to get up early and drag into work. That morning going out the my truck I almost wanted to drag out my crash cymbol and start banging on it under their window.

That weekend with DeeDee out of town Tim didn’t have anything better to do than bug us. Even though we partied like rock starts again on Friday and Saturday playing music and drinking there were no more complaints from Tim -probably because he was bombed off his @ss. Then, Sunday I’m getting ready to go to the store when he calls my cell phone. Why he doesn’t text, I don’t know. I hate answering the phone to be honest. I only answer when it’s 100% convenient (which, is almost NEVER) or I WANT to talk to the person on the other end (which, I could list only 5 people not including TIM!). I let it go to vm and like Tim it was the standard, “Hey, Lanie – call me.”

Never saying what the f*ck he wants or what’s on fire – NO! Hey, call me. I never called him back. I texted Charlie, OMG WTF Tim just called me see what he wants. I’M DONE!!!

Apparently, he’d run out of vodka and wanted to borrow some of ours. We only had a teaspoon left in our bottle in the freezer so when I got home I had to ride with him to the liquor store and listen to him talk nothing. Once home he said, “Hey, I’ll just go make a drink and come by.”

Charlie and I internally cringed. We hadn’t had any time to ourselves the whole weekend and wanted some down time together but we were trapped. Fortunately, he’s usually only good for one drink before going home to drink more.

This week at work has been really busy. I’ve been killing myself getting ready for all these end of the month status meetings. Yesterday, I’m going into a meeting when my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number so I let it go to vm. Later, after my meeting I pick up the message, “Hey Lanie. It’s Tim, this is my cell phone. Give me a call.”

I went into a rage. WTF was that bastard calling me at work during the day for? What the hell is on fire that he thinks he needs to Eff-ing call me while I’m WORKING! I still had a ton of stuff to do before I left and got busy. I never called him back.

Later, at home Charlie and I were hanging out in the carport talking when suddenly DeeDee comes strolling up through the carport  – like the previous neighbor in her nightgown – scaring the crap out of us. We talked for a bit – I was hoping the topic of Tim calling would come up because all I really wanted to say was, “What the Eff is Tim doing calling me while I’m at work?” But, nothing was mentioned.

So, now I think we need to build a fence and tell the neighbors to please text us first before coming over. I mean, really – is that asking too much?

the [walking] dead ride

Last Sunday, Charlie and I met up with a group of [mostly] guys to ride to several Walking Dead sites in Georgia. Even though Charlie and I were the only cruisers of the group we managed to keep up. The group leader, Dakota happened to be a county sheriff in North Georgia, carried a sidearm (which, I was thankful for as I had decided to leave mine at home and I had been to Terminus previously and vowed I wouldn’t return without one) and ensured no one would get left in the group or exceed 70 mph on the highway.

Many of the photos below I linked to The Walking Dead Locations website.

Our first stop was the bridge overlooking the Highway. I’m not sure if this is Jackson bridge or not. I couldn’t find it on TWD location website. IMG_3303 (someone took a panoramic picture of the group)

Next, over to Grant Park for a photo in front of Rick’s house:


After Ricks’s we decided to ride to Smyrna where the Cobb Energy  Performing Arts Center that “played” the CDC in the show. (The real CDC wouldn’t let the film crew anywhere near their site for security purposes)


After sweating our butts off a bit we hopped back on the highway and headed for Terminus.

IMG_3305 (Charlie’s in yellow, I’m in blue in front of her. The guy in the back was one of our trip captains and he always made sure Charlie didn’t fall too far behind since it was her first highway trip)

IMG_3264 (Terminus. Like several TWD sites it’s chained up and no getting into)

Next we rode down to Newnan, GA to the Caldwell  Tanks location. This location was known as the Woodbury Arena where The Governor held the zombie fights and eventually where Daryl and Merle fought. (this was my favortie location of the trip)

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By this time we’re parking in the trees to get any sort of shade as possible. The next place we stopped was the FEMA camp where Shane shot Otis.

Then to probably the creepiest town I have ever been in – Sharpsburgh, GA. As you can see from the photos the only people who were there were us. This is where Glen and Maggie went to Steve’s pharmacy and Carriage Bar and Shruggs Hardware:  

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(that’s me looking in the window. There was a ton of junk in there)


By this time I was running out of steam. We were all hot and dehydrated and seeking food and shelter – kind of like TWD survivors. So, we headed to Senoia, GA for lunch.

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These were the only pictures I was able to capture at the time. Charlie and I ended up in this cool Irish pub eating lunch with part of our group (we kind of split up at that point because part of the group wanted to walk around and being as my boot heel melted off and I was hot and tired I just followed the other half of the group into the nearest bar possible). This was a good choice not only because of location but because one of the guys in lunch group was a camera person for TWD for four years and he had all kinds of interesting stories and inside scoop on TWD. Unfortunately, after our ride back we never got his contact info nor was he on our FB event page. So, I guess we’ll just have to run into him again someday. Charlie and I want to do another ride down to just Senoia just to have lunch and come home. When it’s cooler!


“Press One for English……Press Two for Spanish…… apriete dos para español……..please hold for the next representative.”


[Good because I’m about to get QA/QC all over your @sses]

“Hi, this is [name of numerous reps] for verification purposes can I have the last four digits of your social security number and your date of birth.”


“Mz. [Lanie] do you still reside at [entire address recited]?”

“Yes, I do. Since today, yesterday, the day before and last week when I contacted you – I have not moved since then.”

“How may I help you today?”

“I have a life event and I would like to add my spouse to my health insurance.”

“I’d be happy to assist you with that Mrs. [Lanie]. What was the date of your marriage?”

“September 24, 2014.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. [Lanie] but you had 30 days after that event date to add your spouse to your health benefits. You will have to wait until open enrollment to do so.”

“I don’t agree because my marriage became legal in the state of Georgia June 26, 2015. Therefore, it is within the 30 days to add my spouse and I’d like to do so at this time.”

“I’m sorry Mrs. [Lanie] we are aware of the Supreme Court Decision, however, at this time our agents are working diligently in updating the policy so same sex couples can add their spouses to their insurance. We will put out a directive soon but other than that is there anything else I can help you with today?”

“When will you be putting out the directive?”

“I’m sorry, we don’t’ know at this time.”

“So, you mean to tell me that Joe next to me who just got married is able to add his spouse but because I’m in a same sex marriage I cannot add my spouse?”

“Mrs. [Lanie] we are working on that policy at this time and will put out a directive –

“So, this is a discrimination wouldn’t you think?”

“Mrs. [Lanie] –

“This is the fifth time I have called and still I am not able to add my spouse to my benefits even though there are thousands of others who can and I’m being discriminated against because I happen to be in a same sex marriage – is that what you are saying?”

“Mrs. [Lanie] –

“I suggest that [insurance] company gets the directive out soon or the next call will be from my attorney. Good day.”

I mean seriously – all they have to change in their system is this:

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The directive from my HR came out yesterday and you’d better believe I was burning up the phone line to add Charlie to my insurance. Once this is done I hope to never hear health insurance again until it’s time for open enrollment. This has been an on-going battle, believe me. First, Charlie was one.week out from getting insurance at the company she worked for (they had a three month waiting period after being hired) when she fell off the ladder and busted her heel and was out of work for three months. So, she had no insurance. We dealt with it -pretty well, considering.

Then, Charlie gets a new job. The day she came home from her working interview with a new vet that specializes in eyes and sees all kinds of animals that she was so excited to work with – she’s crying.

“What’s wrong? Did your interview not go well?”

“Yes [hiccup] it did but I called my Mom to tell her because I was so happy and she yelled at me about what I was going to do about health insurance and that I shouldn’t switch jobs right now because I just got on their insurance.”  

“Yeah, those bastards that made you wait six months for insurance, wouldn’t take you back for three months after your accident even though when they did they just sat you in a chair in reception and made you answer the phone – like you couldn’t do that at one month in? Then, they work you to death, bad hours, yell at you -but no, you shouldn’t leave because OH WOW they decided to grant you benefits like you should kiss their @sses and be soooo grateful. EEEEEFFF – THEM! We’ll figure this health stuff out even if we have to get you on Obama Care and Ima call my insurance company and hound them every day until I can add you in the meantime. Don’t sweat it – I want you to do what you want to do and what makes YOU happy.”

Next: Call from my sister:

“What’s new?”

“Oh, Charlie had an interview with a vet that specializes in eyes and is really excited about the job and will probably take it. It’s practically walking distance from the house and the hours are much better than the other place and it’s a private practice.”

“What about insurance? I hope you’re not going to let her go without insurance again. You should have been on that when she left the other job.”

“It’s being taken care of – no worries.”

“Well, I hope so because you need to –“

[Bitch sister name] I’m on it! Plus, we have the Supreme Court decision coming out any day now and if it rules in our favor than I will be able to add her to my benefits.”

Next: Call from Charlie’s brother after the Supreme Court decision:

“That’s so great! But, you still won’t be able to be on Lanie’s insurance will you?”

“Yes [narcissistic brother name] I will be. We will have all the rights as any couple  [except for you, brother who will need to MARRY your girlfriend of 12 years in order to put her on YOUR insurance – HAHA!] It’s across the board.”

So, you can understand why I am sooooooooo eff-ing sick and tired of the health benefit thing and having to explain it to family members who are not eff-ing supportive AT. ALL! So, I was celebrating yesterday, believe me! It’s one thing to have the Supreme Court decision but another to actually be able to put it into effect. It’s now real. We now have all the rights as any other couple.