July 29, 2015

Happy birthday, J!

Lately I'm learning it's the small details that make all the difference. For example, today is my husband's 30th birthday (insert internal screams of joy here), and he wasn't too excited. He didn't want a big party. He didn't want to go out somewhere special. He didn't want to make a big deal in general. But. When the man you love has a milestone birthday coming up, you still want to make it special.  That might mean leaving a very heartfelt birthday card on the coffee table for him to see when he gets home from work, then taking him to dinner for his favorite burger around Atlanta at Holeman and Finch, then taking him for dessert at Coldstone, then coming home and letting him play his new Batman game for the rest of the evening while you walk the dog, make lunches for the next day, and get coffee ready for the morning wake-up call.

July 27, 2015

Goals for the week.

Here are photos of my new favorite courtyard for rest and relaxation, a large advertisement for Dollar Tree's 3oz. ribeye steak (obviously worth noting - obviously), and the pizza I devoured on a recent date night at Marietta Pizza Co. I have many, many more photos to share, and one day (hopefully this week), I'll conquer that task.

Today, I'm stepping to up to the plate with my goals for the week:
  • Make J's birthday special. It's this Wednesday. He's not very excited, but I'm determined to find a way to make him show some enthusiasm.
  • Configure our August budget.
  • Call my brother back. He called on my birthday, later in the evening. I was sleep. I've been a terrible sister if we're judging by my callback time.

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July 14, 2015

A successful getaway.

On my way to Amelia Island, Florida a couple weeks ago, I had big plans to take lots of beach pictures for my own personal enjoyment and for when I needed to mentally escape to the ocean later on throughout the year. Meredith and I get a group together and take this trip annually. It's always something to look forward to on/around my birthday/4th of July weekend. Today, only a little over a week later, I found myself needing that mental escape, and unfortunately, I didn't have many pictures to run to! I hardly took any, and for that, I am now slapping myself on the wrist. Our little vacation was so relaxing that I rarely brought my phone out to play, let alone my camera.

I guess that means it was a successful getaway. I'll just have to re-live those moments on this page, in a different way: with words.

July 9, 2015

Orient Express

My first visit to the Orient Express was about a year and a half ago, in this post, and yep, I'm reusing that same photo (below) because if you've seen one hibachi presentation, you've seen them all. Right? There's the onion volcano with fire blazing from the top ring, the rice-in-mouth catch (sometimes with shrimp), the pretend-to-squirt-ketchup-at-your-face, which was not funny the first time it happened to me, and there's the clanking and flipping of very sharp knives in a very controlled fashion. It's always a good show, though. I'm not sure why it's so entertaining to watch a chef play with our food, but every now and then I catch myself saying "I could go for some hibachi tonight." 

July 8, 2015

Happy Birthday to Me!

Happy belated Fourth of July weekend, and Happy Birthday to me! I had this plan to sit up around midnight and type into the wee hours of this morning reflecting on this past year of my life, but that didn't happen. I got tired around 11pm and happily called it a night. Now, here I am, with nothing significant to say about this day except cheers to another year. This past one was a serious roller-coaster. There were some major losses along with some huge gains, and then a few lulls in-between, but I spent the last few days of it on the beaches of Amelia Island, Florida, so that's a win. I had more pictures to share, but they're in J's phone, and I keep forgetting to send them to myself.

I'll get them posted eventually. 

That's all for now. I'll be back to babbling on here, soon. ;)

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June 26, 2015

Things I'm thankful for as of late

Things I'm thankful for as of late:
  • Little to no traffic as I rode through downtown every day this week
  • Costco gas prices
  • "Beautiful" sights in downtown Decatur
  • The kind gentleman who gave me a watermelon
  • The other kind gentleman carried the watermelon to my car
  • Girlfriends who randomly want to take me to Poor Calvin's for dinner (thanks, Meredith.)(thanks, Tiff.)(love you ladies long time)
  • Wednesday's thunderstorm.

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June 24, 2015

Fix your face.

I’m a friendly person.

This is a factual statement.

I was that kid in grade school who got unsatisfactory scores on my conduct reports because I was always talking to friends in class, and if the teacher moved my seat to the other side of the room, I’d still get in trouble for talking to friends in that part of the room. I had friends all over the place. The older I got, the more introverted I became, but I’ve always maintained that deep-rooted desire to socialize, no matter how much of my energy that requires.

These days I keep a smaller circle of friends, and and instead of being in a different part of the classroom, they're in different parts of the country: Florida, California, Texas... I once even had a pen pal in Bolivia (remember the days of pen pals?). Friendships and smiles go hand in hand, and if you ask any of my friends, I'm sure they'd say I'm generally full of smiles. On the flip side, strangers and smiles can be hit or miss for most people. Such was the case for me until I moved to the South. Down here, people greet you when you walk into the any given establishment, and strangers frequently smile and say hello. After living here for a while, I, too, have become one of those random people who smile and say hello. It's no big deal for me to strike up a conversation with a random person in line at the grocery store. If we’re walking down the street, and our paths are crossing, and we catch each other’s gazes, chances are… I’m going to smile and greet you, even if it's just a head nod. HOWEVER, if I’m deep in thought about whats for dinner tonight, or fully enthralled in whatever song is playing through my headphones, or focusing on my destination, I’m liable to walk past like you don’t exist. It’s never anything personal, and I had never really considered it rude until random men on the street started telling me to smile.

June 22, 2015

Quick fixes don't build character.

Monday, we meet again. 
Yesterday was one of those days where thoughts and emotions all bombard you at once. For one, it was Father's Day, and for the first time in my life, I was unable to talk to mine on that day. I wasn't sure how I'd be feeling once the day finally arrived, but it was okay. I had moments of sadness mixed with moments of comfort, mixed with an array of other indescribable feelings. For the most part, I tried not to focus on how I was feeling. I didn't really focus on anything. I just went through each moment as they came. 

June 12, 2015

I love my name.

I got my ears pierced a while back, and I promise this back-story ties into the overall theme of this post. My ears were already pierced, but I wanted a second hole in each ear, mostly because I always loved the way it looked on my mother. My then-fiance and I were out and about on a random weekday, and I just decided to take the plunge. Since I was essentially asking someone to jam a couple holes into my body, they made me fill out and sign a waiver - naturally. I signed my name like I normally would: First name, Middle Name, Last name. To anyone else but me, it probably looks like I'm doing the most with my signature, but I'm used to it, so it's no big deal. I have people in my life who address my by my first name, and there are others who use my middle name. When it's time for me to sign something, I just write the whole thing out. 

J clearly though I was doing the most, and after all this time together finally decided to ask why I always felt the need to sign my entire name. "Sometimes it's like you don't like your first name." He actually said those words to me. If I had a set of pearls around my neck I would've clutched them, because I couldn't believe he thought that - let alone said it. I got defensive. I love my first name! This whole site is centered around my name. It's uncommon, short, sweet and it fits me well: Disa.


June 10, 2015

Books for Africa.

On Saturday morning, we had to opportunity to volunteer with Books for Africa. It's an organization that's been around since 1988, and just as the name suggests, they send donated books to various countries in Africa.

We had set aside some time a few weeks back to help out, but by the time Saturday morning rolled around, all I wanted to do was enjoy the weather and/or have brunch somewhere. Once we finally got there and saw the warehouse, my motivation was restored and the few hours we were there really flew by!