early friday chex mix

It’s a rainy evening here in Georgia.

Not that I’m complaining of the rain – never. We have grass seed in the back that needs to germinate and I desperately do not want a drought this summer. Yes, I’d take rain any day over a dusty summer. I do realize that we’re still in spring and not quite gotten to summer just yet. I am not rushing it, either. I enjoy these lush, spring days (now that I’ve gotten over the high pollen count with two sinus infections). Charlie is feeling a little under the weather today – something she ate last night, perhaps. It was date night tonight and we went to have pho and then straight home. She has fallen asleep in front of the TV watching some documentary about Africa.

Vacation, f*cking vacation.

I want to be on vacation, honestly. I want to see beaches and smell the salt in the air. We leave for Florida the end of next week and it cannot get here soon enough.

Happy hour.

It’s impossible to get everyone together anyhow for this. I feel like I constantly be the communicator, the planner, the organizer. Maybe one HH a month is enough. We got quite a few 3 people over last week for it but this week we have a bunch of maybes and rain. Maybe’s and rain = Meh, forget it.  Sometimes it would be nice to sit in a cozy Irish pub by a fire (Hey, Marley House) so if it’s raining tomorrow we go there – that is, if Charlie’s feeling better.

We have this friend.

Who I will name DD for Dreary Debbie? Debbie Downer is too common. Desperate Debbie? Yeah, more like that. The girl puts a whole new meaning into that word desperate. Deeeeesperado…….why don’t you come to your senses…….

-it’s like that, y’all. She’s been chasing a dream with two legs for seven-sevenfucking-YEARS to no avail who treats her like a laundry basket or one that holds magazines. Every once in a while you kick it when you’ve had a frustrating day – that kind of basket. So, when she’s Desperate Debbie basket she gets on Tinder.

No good can come from a DESPERATE women in her mid-40’s being on Tinder.

NO GOOD, PEOPLE. No good…..So, you can just imagine the types of people she’s talking to. The ones who ask for money after the 50th text, no snapchat-asses. These are probably men in their mid-50’s using their 20-something year old nieces pictures to elicit money and sex on the internet. We have lunch with Debbie sometimes on the weekends and she shows us dozens of pictures of ho’s women she’s talking to on the internet. Then she gets all depressed that she’s not meeting someone and in the same breath says she’s going to see the woman who treats her like a basket for dinner. We say, Why, why, why, Debbie? You’re going to be on Tinder when you’re FIDDY (50). You don’t want that to happen. You won’t able to swipe left or right because you’ll have arthritis by then from swiping so much. Stop being desperate, Debbie. Stop.

Even Benji had problems with Tinder. Her Tinder woman went cra-cra, said she didn’t want to see anyone and then dropped off the face of the earth (but, probably not off Tinder). They had planz, too. Like going out of town and to a (teeny-bopper 20ish) concert which didn’t happen. Benji was so depressed that she didn’t go – even after trying to talk her into going and giving the xtra ticket to some hot 20-something and having fun. She stayed at home and moped. I would have gone if I were her.

Work. PMP. What am I doing?

I don’t know. We had a “team” meeting on Tuesday and we were told that they found enough old geezers people to take an early retirement that they wouldn’t have to lay anyone off. This is a relief because I’m still trying to find a way to get a promotion to a different department and it’s proving to be equal to landing a federal job interview. That difficult. I know it’s only been a couple of weeks since I got certified but I hope this PMP thing holds more weight than it is holding so far. Part of me doesn’t know what to do with all this spare time I have now from not having to study. The other part is like, what’s next? The company has all these online training classes on Agile Scrum and if I take 22 of these things and take their test I get their company bronze certification in Agile Scrum (notice I said company – by no means is this the nationwide scrum master cert) so I’m doing it so I can add it to my company resume. I’m going to take six months and keep applying and if I don’t get any interviews then I’m going on to another certification – scrum master, Agile, or even Leed. Something.

So, that’s all I got. I hope you enjoyed the snippets of topics – we’ll call it an early Friday chex mix. Y’all have a great weekend! Cheers!

 

wing central

I know y’all have been wondering where the hell I’ve been lately. I’ve been studying my @ss off for that PMP exam which I retook last Friday and –

I PASSED!

‘Cause I’m P.M.P., I’m dynamite
(P.M.P.) and I’ll win the fight
(P.M.P.) I’m a power load
(P.M.P.) watch me explode’

That’s why I’ve been AWOL the past month. I devoted all my spare time and energy to studying for that thing so I could pass it the second time. Now I’m looking around for my second certification and I really think it’s going to be LEED AP. But, I at least want to take a breather before hitting the books again. Friday after passing the test our friend, Benita came up from Florida to help celebrate. Since she had just passed her Real Estate test we had a lot to celebrate. We started out at The Imperial for happy hour drinks with Benji and a friend. We were all sitting there drinking when Benita wanted to get something for us to nosh on. Other than pizza rolls (which, seemed a bit strange to me – can’t we just get some humus? But no – it wasn’t on the menu) the only thing that looked appetizing THEN was the chicken wings. You know – wings that are small, buffalo flavored that you can pick up with your hands and gnaw on? Like these:

Not these:

Picture half the done-ness. Like, these things were barely done. We all sat there looking at the plate. The wings stuck up looking like some meat crown from Game of Thrones. And, we should have been a wee bit suspicious when we asked the server why there were only three to an order and she put her whole arm up and said, It’s the whoooooole wing, y’all. Pointing to her arm. (The five of us almost lost it laughing but we held it in)

We each reluctantly took one and instead of picking it up with our hands we picked at it with a fork and knife. I mean, if you have to use a knife and fork on a wing then you shouldn’t be eating it. We left three on the plate (thankfully, we talked Benita out of ordering like 20 of these things – Benji is a vegetarian and friend, Liz was only staying for one drink). The server came over and took one look at it and asked what was wrong. We said, Nothing. They’re fine.

No, I know something’s wrong, what’s up?

Well, they’re just not done enough for us…. (what was not said -plus, you left that wingie thing on there that Benita said is where the orgasm on a chicken comes from sticking up like a crown and it just grossed our shit out).

Well, I’ll take it off your bill. No worries.

We breathed a Thanks. Until she came back a bit later with more drinks and said, I just put in another order for you – extra crispy.

No, really we’re fine – give them to someone else.

No, I insist. Oh, here they are. And, she said down yet another crown plate.

OMIGOD WILL THESE THINGS EVER GO AWAY? We reluctantly ate another – I pulled off the slimy skin and pulled off some meat with a fork. Enough so that it looked like I consumed something. Benji, who had been watching this whole fiasco thinking, Why I’m a vegetarian suggested we go to the fabulous taco bar and we closed out so fast that our heads spun and the server put the remaining wings in a TOGO box for us and we reluctantly carried them out to the car which later we dumped on the side of the street hoping someone else would appreciate them. The rest of the weekend we kept saying, THE WHOOOOOLE WING, Y’ALL and laughing. Which, is the reason for this picture:

Saturday we took in Ponce City Market and a fabulous Latin-inspired place called El Super Pan (probably the best Cuban sandwich I have ever had and the Yucca fries are to die for).

Benita spent a bit of time at this really cool premium bitters shop called 18.21 Bitters and ended up buying this jalapeno, cilantro bitters that is really good in margaritas for her daughter who is a Mixologist.

Around the corner was the King of Pops frozen alcohol bar which made my mouth water. If it would have been later in the day I would have certainly pulled up a stool and had a drink. Upstairs we played around taking pictures in this store called Citizen Supply.

Later that evening we had tickets to see Sister Hazel at the Variety Playhouse. It was a really great show and we ended up parked right in front of the stage. After the show we stood around hoping to get to the back to get a little memento from the band. Just then this guy who sat in on a few numbers playing a mean guitar came out and we said, Hey, you were great up there – who are you? He (Travis) played with Wild Adriatic and happened to be in town for the 420 festival downtown and Sister Hazel had asked him to play a few numbers with them. Just then Benita happened to score the song list that was taped to the stage and Travis grabbed it and said he’d run it back and have the members with Sister Hazel sign it for us. Amazing! Plus, we got three guitar picks.

The next day, sadly, Benita had to take off for home. I admit I was a little hung over from so much excitement of the weekend. I went in to work on Monday and told my boss first thing that I passed my PMP exam and he had the reaction of like, Oh. That was it – OH. I’m like whatever. I know it’s a big deal even if he doesn’t. Then, we got notified this week that they are going to start layoffs. We’ve had two meetings so far on the subject and no one knows sh*t about it. Of course. What’s it’s all going to come down to is making the managers do the dirty work and identify people to cut from their teams. I only hope that I’m not one of them but I know I’m a female and a minority on his team of male drinking buddies -and, his two favorites Larry and Sherrie. But, you know – there’s really nothing I can do about it so I’m just going to continue putting one foot in front of the other and taking it one day at a time. If I get laid off then perhaps this place wasn’t meant to be for me and that I’ll find something better. Because I have a brand new certification that I can put next to my name now – Lanie Belluz, muthafucken PMP!

I just got to be upbeat and hope for the best and prepare for the worst. That’s all I can do. Tomorrow, we’re having happy hour and a dinner party at the house and inviting friends who we haven’t seen in a while so I’m looking forward to it. The weather should be nice and we can open up the bar shed and play some music, darts and hang.

(And, Sadie says this is her shed and she cards everyone)

 

 

 

 

 

saved by zero

“Maybe someday, saved by zero,
I’ll be more together.
Stretched by fewer thoughts that leave me.
Chasing after my dreams; disown me, loaded with danger.
So maybe I’ll win. (Saved by zero.)
Maybe I’ll win. (Saved by zero.)
Holding onto words that teach me.
I will conquer space around me.
So maybe I’ll win. (Saved by zero.)
Maybe I’ll win. (Saved by zero.)
Maybe I’ll win. (Saved by zero.)
Maybe I’ll win. (Saved by zero.)
Saved by, saved by, saved by zero.
Saved by, saved by, saved by zero.
Saved by, saved by, saved by zero”

This is how I feel lately with studying for my exam, work, my career in general. I admit, ever since my review I’ve been a bit pissed disenchanted. You know? I thought my last job had the most un-helping-ist people I’ve ever come across but I’ve changed my mind. It seems like no one wants to do any teamwork or work with anyone else but themselves -and there’s only a few who will help or answer questions (but, they sit in different locations which is another topic of frustration).

I’m studying Project Management Methodology that employs the basis of working as cohesive team or I should say “a team based approach” to management of a project and am not experiencing this at all in my current role. I really thought when I accepted this role that I would be managing projects and an area. In fact, that was what I was hired to do. I’m supposedly getting an area of responsibility and am in fact, meeting with the existing manager of this area to go over things on Monday. I’m ecstatic about this although, I had to push my boss to get the ball rolling on this or else I’d still be sitting here doing training classes online until the cows came home. The sooner I can do this the better.

So, that’s what I’ve been frustrated about. Also, there’s a couple of other things I’ve been upset about. One, my Friday telework day was taken away because my boss thinks that I need to be in the office with support staff to ask questions of and help. That’s totally fine with me except – it’s Friday and I’m the only one in the office. The wonder twins have gone off to their “field” work – in fact, I haven’t even seen them. My boss and Patricia are working from home. It’s just little-ol’ me here in the office. Next, I’m frustrated that I asked to go out in the field with Larry of the twins and we set it up and everything and he blew me off – probably because he only wanted to be with Sherry out in the field and he doesn’t want me tagging along. And, last I’m frustrated because I think Carmine said something to my boss about my being on the phone one day with Charlie. He told me in my review that someone said they overheard something about my being on the phone with a landscape client. I told him that I must have been on the phone with my partner who runs the business full time asking me a question was all and that I promise that I don’t talk to clients during normal work hours.

That Eff-ing pissed me off to no end!

First, Patricia is on the phone ALL DAY talking to her husband, her mamma, her cousin – anyone who will listen to her talk. She even had her husband stop by the office the other day and hang out with her all afternoon. But, did I say anything? NO. I see Carmine in the parking lot talking on her phone – probably arguing with her ex husband about who’s going to pick up the kids but did I say anything? NO. I mind my own business. But, you know? IT’S SO UNFAIR. I get penalized and all these other people just go off and do whatever the hell they want all the time and no one ever says anything to them about it.

[Breathe Lanie]

So, those are my FRUSTRATIONS. And, I thank you all for listening and reading this and being my audience because I just had to get this out. Now back to our regularly scheduled program. What do y’all have planned this weekend? We’re going to Athens like I said in the V-DAY post and, thank you, Goddess because it will be nice to get out of town and breathe different air. It’s been a week or two!

Have a great weekend, y’all!

 

 

V-Day

I’ve already started to read posts about “Valentine’s Day, bah humbug” or the “my love gave me a heart -shaped Domino’s pizza for Valentine’s Day”

I breathe a sigh of relief that Charlie will never do that. Whew! (First of all – not Domino’s – she would have better taste to get me a Jack’s pizza) not to mention Domino’s is a radical right-wing company, I digress. This is not about political right-winged sh*t but VALENTINES DAY!

So, Charlie already gave me my gift which was an acrylic photograph of the beach taken by our wonderfully talented friend, Shutter (aptly named). I’m thrilled with it and I think she’s hanging it on the wall as I write this.

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Next, we decided to cancel restaurant reservations to this Italian place in Decatur for the second time because the Saturday after V-Day we’re going to Athens, GA to hear Drive-By Truckers at the 40 Watt club. Charlie’s bro got us tickets and a hotel stay there for Christmas and we just decided to celebrate a belated V-Day there. Plus, friends of ours who live there are hosting a party at a bar around the corner and told us to head on over after the show. It’s always a party when we go to Athens. Benji is going to dog sit for us so it worked out perfectly.

So, that’s our V-Day in a nutshell. Maybe we’ll find a heart-shaped pizza while we’re there or maybe a burger and a glass of Creature Comforts since their brewery is also around the corner.

What’s your V-Day plans?

 

kickin’ it

Last week went by in a whirl. Thursday, I had a really bad day at work. Well, bad in such a way that I was hit with some stuff that I didn’t expect. The upside was that I’m going to take on more responsibility and downside was I was told that I could progress a little faster. Part of me was like, I’ve been in this job less than a year, feel isolated in my current work environment and really have no one around to ask questions – so this feedback seems very unfair. The other part was ok, I’ll work harder, ask more questions but only after studying up on the stuff I’m doing.

It was almost the mentality of my old job – we want you to do this but we don’t want to answer any questions or train anyone. It just all kind of get thrown on you and you have to roll with the punches. So, after an evening of crying to Charlie and getting drunk with her and Benji I went into my boss’s office the next day and asked if we could follow up on a few things. We had a good conversation. I wanted him to know that there had been a breakdown in communication and the strides I was going to take to ensure that didn’t happen again. That I was going to work hard for a higher rating this year. In short, I’m going to make sure I have more facetime with him and him hear stuff from me directly and not just from our middle manager that sits out in the satellite office who I only see once a week. [Yeah, basically -phuck you middle manager who sabotaged my review with your opinions]

Friday, Charlie was really hung over feeling under the weather and I ended up going out and meeting Benji and her new squeeze, Kate, to see our friend Hannah Thomas play at Eddie’s.  Charlie and I were coming back from eating some wonderful Pho (which, I think revived her a little) and I had her drop me off at the box office so I could go ahead and get a ticket to the show. I was planning to get my ticket and hit a coffee shop and study a little before the show but as I was standing in line for my ticket this woman bought the remaining 21 tickets left for the early show who was Madison Parks.

They were like, Thanks for waiting.

Oh, that’s ok, I’m just getting a ticket for the late show so I have time to kill.

The woman who bought the tickets asked me if I wanted a ticket to the early show and I said, Sure. So I got in for free. (Which, was a good thing because I doubt I’d ever pay $$ to see that woman again) I went in and took a seat in the bleachers they have in the back. Since I was coming in late all the seats were already full. It’s a tiny place so if you’re seeing a show there you want to get there very early so you can get a good seat. Then, a family of 4 came up and I ended up sitting next to a 7 year old in a tu-tu, who squirmed the whole time and at one point I could have sworn she had her elbow in my ear.

Would you like a child with your Guinness?

Madison rocked it out for the first three songs with her band who looked like all high school kids. But, when she pulled up a stool and started talking about hanging with her girlfriends in Nashville talking about boyz and this was a song she wrote about it blah, blah, blah I decided to hit the back patio to watch the rest of the hockey game until Benji and Kate got there. On the way out I hugged Hannah’s neck and wished her a Happy Birthday and said Charlie was sorry she missed her that night. Once Benji and Kate got there I scored us some great seats at the bar inside and we rocked out to Hannah and her new girl band. So much of a contrast from the early show (– maybe that’s why she was the early show).

Saturday, we ran around getting stuff for the party Super Bowl party and Bernice came into town. Minutes after she pulled in we were all in our car going to dinner in Little 5 and hitting Shutter & Roosters gig at the Star Bar. We had a blast that night!

Sunday morning, Bernice was hung over feeling under the weather and Charlie and I went out and grabbed a bagel and ran some errands before the party. By the time we got back she was up making empanadas for the party. We talked and ate and prepped food. We ended up having a great turnout and aside from our team losing we had a great time!  Link was our only Patriots fan in the crowd and she and Charlie were at it all night goofing off as you can see in this pic:

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The next morning I was hung over not feeling well until I ate a piece of sourdough toast with some butter and honey on it. I had been on this Paleo diet for a few weeks and the weekend was the first real carbs I’d eaten in a while and I think it just hit me really hard. Or I drank too much beer. Charlie and I went to have noodles for lunch and hit our favorite joint on the way back to the house. I had gone ahead and took the day off as I knew I wouldn’t want to work along with 6 million Americans that call in sick the day after Super Bowl. When we got back we hung out and played darts in the bar shed so all in all it was a very full weekend and glad it was a good end to a shaky start.

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the week

What a week –in a good way! It started out Monday with the [ball] class, Tuesday hanging out with friends for Charlie’s bday and then Friday seeing Charlie Mars with our friend Benji.

Christmas will be upon us before we know it. I don’t even care if we’re ready or not we’ve just been having a lot of fun through the Thanksgiving holiday and Charlie’s birthday.

So, Tuesday night I invited some ho’s friends over to the bar to celebrate Charlie’s birthday. Charlie didn’t know anyone was coming until I mentioned we may have a stray or two. I had actually invited the whole group. Link & Stiletto, Rooster & Shutter, Martha & Dino & Benji. I think Charlie was surprised when everyone showed and I was happy they did. Stiletto had even canceled plans to be there that night and I was really touched by that.

We noshed on appetizers and drank [really strong craft] beer then Link had to go and order Tequila shots. She asked Jamie the bartender to serve the shots with orange slices and next thing you know we’re chasing it with glasses of orange juice. Everyone was getting a little tipsy I saw and just then Dino went over to ask Benji to dance. I laughed so hard to myself thinking, Glad it’s not me. Although, I doubt if Dino would have chosen me to dance – we’re cut from the same chain wallet cloth. Benji very reluctantly danced with her. Poor Benji – we hadn’t warned her about Dino when she’s buzzed. Dino just kind of takes over and later her and Link were talking politics so loudly that Charlie had to hush them a few times. I’m sure Jamie the bartender was happy when we all left although he did a superb job of handling all of our drink and appetizer demands.

All this on a school night but we had a fabulous time!

Last night, we met up with Benji to go see the long awaited Charlie Mars. Benji hadn’t seen him before but has been subjected to us singing lyrics to some of his songs for the last six months. We first went to the burrito place to have a drink and wait until it was time for Benji and I to run up to Edie’s to get a seating number. We sat down and our new favorite bartender, Katelin served us. Benji and I ran up to Edies for a seating number while Charlie waited.

“Let’s tell Charlie when we get back we couldn’t get a number. No, let’s say we got #13”, I said to Benji walking back.

So, we did and Charlie was like, “I CANT BELIEVE THIS. THIRTEEN?!!”  Benji was looking away smiling trying not to give it away and I dug the paper out of my pocket and opened it up to show her #1. Once we got back we left to hopefully go eat dinner at Twains. Once we got there it was packed – we couldn’t get a table so we went back to the burrito place. We had given Katelyn some apple pie moonshine that Charlie had made and she was sharing it with another bartender and a server. The server approached us and said, “This stuff is the bomb! You made this?”

I pointed to Charlie and said, “She did.”

He took us in the back and gave us all these hoodies advertising the restaurant. He was so nice. We’re going to have to bring him a jar the next time we go back – in fact, we may just bring the restaurant a six pack of the stuff as a gift.

So, we had a prime spot at the show plus when we got there Charlie Mars was warming up and we got to see him play a bit before the show. Then, afterwards we went out to wait for him to sign autographs and Benji got pics of us with him. It was great!

Today, we’re heading up to Dahlonega to meet our friends Todd & Kristie for drinks and a late lunch at Shenanigans. We met them a while back when Charlie and I decided to take a drive up there for the day then afterwards we shared a rainy Melissa Etheridge concert together.

Tomorrow, it’s supposed to rain and Charlie mentioned wanting to made a warm chili in the crock pot and possibly do some tree decorating – guess we should pick one up after we get back from the mountains today as I can’t see us putting a tree on top of Sia-Kia.

 

thanksgiving chex mix

We made it through Thanksgiving without the house catching on fire, someone ending up in the E.R. or something blowing up, clogging or just busting in some way.

Last week I took off to help Charlie get ready for the holiday. Her older son with his wife were coming as well as the younger with his girlfriend. Monday and Tuesday I strapped on a backpack blower and helped with her landscape clients. Along with that we prepped several dishes for Thursday and ran around running errands and booze grocery shopping.

Wednesday evening they all arrived and we had pizza heating in the oven and beer in the cooler. The first night is always the blowout night and we blew it out pretty good. Thursday we took it easy in the a.m. and really the food prep went off without a hitch. I was surprised nothing caught on fire or the oven going out because I come from a family of holiday catastrophe so I was a bit pessimistic this whole time.

They all went zip lining on Friday and I happily stayed home and dog sat (and their dog, Cooper is really good one on one) and hung out. I was thankful everyone made it back in one piece and that we could begin the shrimp boil. The boil consisted of 5 pounds of crab legs, 1 of shrimp, sausage, potatoes, corn, Old Bay and PBR. It all came out really well and everyone enjoyed a lighter dinner.

Saturday morning the kids all left after breakfast. Charlie and I spent the rest of the weekend chilling out and taking it easy. I felt like I’d been gone from work so long and was all discombobulated this morning getting ready for work. My routine was shot.

Tonight, I’m taking Charlie out for her b-day (I’m not going to say what we’re doing just yet because it’s a surprise) and tomorrow we’re meeting up with some friends for drinks. Friday, we have Charlie Mars again and probably this weekend we’ll get a tree and decorate it.

I’ll leave you with a video of this guy we saw at Edie’s last week with our friend, Sharon. His name is Angie Aparo and if you ever get a chance to see him jump on it!

 

 

advice & new lease

I think I’m going to become a non-social hermit for the rest of 2016. I am so tired of hearing about the presidential election and everyone’s opinion of it that I could scream “NO MORE F*CKING POLITICS! SHUT THE H*LL UP!” And, then no one would like me so therefore why I have to become a hermit because I will develop Tourettes and blurt out cuss words and inappropriate things.

Last night, we went over to Rooster & Shutters house for dinner.

Word of advice: When you’re invited to someone’s house for dinner and they don’t offer up “We’re having [lasagna, Indian food, tacos, hamburgers or pasta]” then eat something before you go.

Another word of advice: Don’t talk about politics ever after dinner unless you want your guests to feel ill afterwards.

Seriously.

Link & Stiletto were there as well as Dino & Martha. I understand the Link & Stiletto connection as Link and Rooster have been friends for years and Stil is Link’s squeeze. But, Dino & Martha I don’t get that. Charlie & I are riding buds with R & S and I’ve known Shutter for years but still – I don’t get the whole D & M connection or how they’re good friends. First of all, Dino says a lot of weird things. Sometimes, inappropriate things in my opinion.

Last night, after dinner everyone went outside and sat by the fire and bitched about politics. After a while I started feeling light-headed. I don’t know if it was from the cigar I just smoked, Dino’s Marlboro light smoke, the politics, dinner or Dino trying to tell me that she wants to set up a camp to convert gays into straights then when you get them there convince them to still be gay? I was trying to understand what the hell it was she was saying until she said the word “evangelist” and always wanting to be one. She lost me at that.

I had so happened to have been doing research that day on the subject of Jim Jones for my next sci-fi series murder mystery (basically, my main character killing him before he makes everyone drink the cool-aide). I was kind of shocked over some of the stuff I read so when Dino said “Evangelist” I just left the fire and went inside and played with R & S’s kitten until Charlie came in and asked me if I was ok. Thankfully, it seemed to be a cue for everyone to come in and hug and say goodbye.

I went home and drank Alka-Seltzer and snuggled up with Charlie to watch TV in bed. Let’s watch This is Us and forget about politics and evangelism for a while.

This morning, I wanted to wake up to a new lease. Despite the dryness and drought I was still happy it was nice out. I drove to work looking at the fall leaves and thankful for my job and my life with Charlie.

Advice to myself: Embrace every day as if it were your last. And, despite dinner last night at least you were invited somewhere for dinner so don’t let politics or anyone else ruin it.

 

Tuesday chex mix

It started out being a relaxing Friday of working from home when – there was a knock at the door and we found the neighborhood code enforcement officer standing on our porch. I knew what this was about, again, it was about debris we had put at the street not being picked up because they suspected it came from one of our landscape customers from outside the neighborhood – which, it didn’t. All the debris we put at the street came from our own backyard we told the officer. She said we had to set up a meeting with the head of public works to review it. I said, Sure, I’ll give him a call right now. Which, I did and we met and I took him and the returning code enforcement officer to the back yard and showed them the fresh cuts off of the crape myrtles we trimmed. After the meeting the city sent the guys down to pick it all up.

The whole thing is just ridiculous and I feel like we’ve been singled out and harassed. I suspect some of this also came from one of our neighbors [who rent, I might add] having an axe to grind and calling the city to complain. Some people just have nothing better to do than to get into other peoples business, I think.  Whatever the case I hope that we don’t have to justify every pile we put at the street to be picked up because I’m going to the Mayor next.

Saturday, we started roofing the gable over the deck. [I was hoping all that nail pounding was driving certain people nuts, too] We got a little over half of it roofed before it was time to get ready and go hear some music in our friends back yard. This was the last back yard concert of the year and we were looking forward to it. I really do hope we can get a similar action going in our backyard but we’ll see. We are going to test out some amp-age pretty soon to make sure we don’t blow a circuit out there. Once we were at the backyard event our friends, Sharon and B. Ferris joined us. It was the first actual chilly night of the fall and everyone was in jackets and standing around the fires.

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The next day we finished the roofing job as beef stew simmered in the crock pot. B. Ferris came over later for crusty bread and stew paired with a wonderful Red Brick Ale -Divine Bovine. Since the turn of the weather I’ve been enjoying stouts more and more. Last night, Charlie and I went out to Brickstore and I ordered a Great Divide Oatmeal Yedi that was pretty darn good. Anyone have suggestions on their favorite stout? [And, yes we’re going to decorate the HALE out of this little shed/porch thing. It’s going to get candy cane poles and it’s own little Christmas tree – you can see Charlie has already put up the chili pepper lights]

Thursday, I’m taking Charlie out of town to (2) undisclosed locations for an early birthday present. I’m so looking forward to getting out of town to explore and relax a bit. I told her to pack her boots and sweaters and we’re going. Any guesses on where?

It will be good to get out of town because after this the holidays will be upon us and both her boys and their spouse/girlfriends are coming for Thanksgiving so we’re going to have a full house. Charlie is already putting together the menu and plan.

Hopefully, the rest of today and tomorrow will go fast!

 

 

 

the final hell week and Halloween

Friday morning I made it through the last day of hell week and got my t-shirt.

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The following weekend Charlie and I worked on the shed deck roof and managed to get all of the plywood on a thousand nails laying around the yard later.

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Sunday, we did the Halloween ride with the Hags. It’s been very warm here so we were sweating by the end. I was thankful I didn’t wear leather that day because I would have been even hotter. We ended the tour at a haunted house in Kirkwood where Links bike died before heading to Grindhouse burgers.

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(Rooster starting the tour in front of Oakland Cemetery, Link is in blue, Stiletto in the orange bandana next to her)

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(Stop 2 at Underground Atlanta)

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(The final stop in Kirkwood, all of us with our bikes – Charlie is right behind the guy in white and I’m behind her in red)

We managed to catch the very last of the Green Bay game against Atlanta when we sat down and it had finally cooled off.

I will leave you with the dogs waiting for trick or treaters:

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