Burts Farm

We were on CP Time for the pumpkin patch, too.
Gotsta do better.

North Georgia Mountains

This past week has been a rough one for me. These photos are from a last weekend's trip to North Georgia Mountains. My quiet before the storm.

Running a 5K

I ran my (first?) 5K this weekend! It was the Luminate 5K, so it happened at night, which means I don't have any pictures. And that's not really a good excuse for not having any pictures, but I was so caught up in the moment and too busy being anxious/excited about the then-uncharted territory that I wasn't even thinking about snapping a few photos for sharing purposes. It happened, though. The proof was in my next-day soreness. I did manage to capture the shots above before sunset.

The race started at Piedmont Park, and it took us all around Midtown Atlanta. You never realize how many hills your city has until you're trying to run up them. That, coupled with the fact that I caught a little cramp in my right side, is my excuse for not running the whole thing through. I have no clue what my time was, and I don't even care what "place" I finished in. I doubt the rest of my teammates cared either, because dangggittt - we finished!

I had forgotten how good it feels to do something you never thought you'd do. Running a 5K, or any kind of race for that matter, is definitely one of those things. Now I can cross it off my list.



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I may be a little late to the party on the Pocket app, but now that I'm here, I'm hooked! Saving a webpage to the app is as easy as pressing one, little button, and I've got a queue of goodies stored for a rainy day. From now on, Friday will likely be that rainy day around here. Otherwise, I'll keep saving sites and never getting back to them.


I've had this sitting in my drafts titled as "Art" for a couple weeks now, and it's interesting I couldn't find a better title since I was impressed by the displays at such a small museum.

Located in the Marietta Square (I really like that place), the Marietta/Cobb Museum of Art showcases a mix of modern and contemporary art, mostly oil-on-canvas paintings.

What I probably love most about visual art is that it does not always require much commentary (if any at all). The work speaks for itself.

Downtown Woodstock

This past Saturdays was one of those days where nothing really goes as planned, but everything still turns out to be okay, and that's the best way I know how to describe it.

The plan for me was to wake up early, wash a load or two of laundry, go to the bank and get back home by the time the rinse cycle hits. Yoga was at 9am, so I planned to do all this before 8:30am. Nope, none of that happened. I didn't actually crawl out from under the covers until about 9:45am, but it was my own fault. My alarm went off bright and early, and all I wanted to do was lay around. Even the thought of brewing a fresh cup of my favorite coffee from Trader Joe's wasn't enough to motivate me out the bed that morning. So I snoozed my way through the mid-morning, and it felt glorious. 

I was supposed to be at Tierra's place by 11am, because we had planned to ride up to North Georgia for a little rural-farm fun. I've been itching to pick some apples and make this slow-cooker apple butter recipe I found online, so I was hoping we'd find our way to an orchard of some kind. After running those errands I was supposed to run by 8:30am, (and after a quick Starbucks run, because it super cold and even more windy), I managed to get to Tierra's at almost noon. Sometimes I'm that friend. If I'm running late, it's not usually that late. One of these days I'll get my act together and be early for everything, and then I'll write a post on punctuality and let my life be my testimony, but today is not that day. 

Thankfully, I wasn't the only one running late. Her mom and little sister didn't show up for another hour or so, which means we got to sit around and play catch up on each other's lives for a while. We finally rode out in search of our adventure around 2pm. Unfortunately, the farm we went to wasn't exactly what we were expecting, and there weren't really many activities for the kids. I did a quick search for "Apple Orchard" on my maps app and found there was one about 6 minutes away. When we got there, we realized Apple Maps had found a private neighborhood named "Apple Orchard," not an actual orchard where you can pick apples.

I remind myself of my womanhood

Setarra and I are friends in real life in my head (there are a few of you out there, btw, and you may not even know it), and she recently tagged me in her 'Girl Behind the Blog' post. Now it's my turn.

*Rubs hands together*


And the Marietta Square photos just keep coming.


I joined the Instagram in 2011. I had just given up my faithful Blackberry and upgraded to an iPhone 4 (and then three months later the 4S was released), and I was looking for an app to find high-quality wallpapers for my screen. Somehow IG came up in my app store search, so I downloaded it and was disappointed to find I couldn't save all these beautiful pictures to my camera roll. I almost deleted it, but snap-happy self wouldn't let me. Man oh man those filters made every photo way, way better. Pictures of pizza instantly turned into food porn. A shot of the sunrise while heading Westbound on I-285 turned into a whole different view through the Earlybird filter (that used to be my favorite).

Instagram is different these days. It's no longer just for iPhone users. It's full of selfies, memes, throwbacks, photos babies, nails and quotes (seriously, if you have something to say... isn't that what Twitter is for?), and half the time some of the most beautiful photos I see on there were taken with a fancy-schmancy DSLR, rather than a smartphone. THEN they added videos... Insert sad face here.

I may be alone in this, but I miss the days when Insta was a place for exploring the way other users saw the world, not the way they see themselves in a new outfit. There was a place for those photos, and I love when people love how they look and are compelled to share it with the internets. Share away; high self-esteem is IN, and I'm all for it, but wasn't Facebook the space for that? Oh, that's right, Facebook bought Instagram a couple years ago, so I'm basically ranting for no reason.

Well, one reason. I think I finally found the photo-sharing app alternative I've been looking for, and I've been looking for a while. I tried EyeEm, Tadaa, and probably a couple more that I can't remember right now. None of them quite filled the void in my heart. While I was on the hunt, I did manage to find multiple apps with way better filters than offered on IG: Afterlight, PicFX, Photoshop (Free), and VSCO Cam. Which brings me to the point of this post.

I hardly used the VSCO filters, until I realized there were way more options than the ones that come standard on the app. I just had to do some digging to find them. After downloading a few more (again, free) filters, I considered deleting every other photo-editing app on my phone; that's how happy I was. Then a couple days ago, I was browsing online through some Tumblr blogs, and saw a link for someone's VSCO Grid. One click later and I was in iphoneography heaven. This is what I've been looking for, and apparently I've been missing out for about a year, but I have seen the light.

I'm Dumping Everything

I have all these photos in my phone and random thoughts in my head that don't quite fit into their own post, so I'm dumping everything here.

~ I've come to realize how much I appreciate when a blogger is transparent about who he/she is. I also dislike when a blog I've been reading for years becomes less and less relatable, but I've invested all this time into the person's (who's basically a total stranger) life, so I can't not keep reading. My point here is I'm taking some time to evaluate how I illustrate myself in this space. It's tricky deciding what to share and how open to be these days, especially when "being social" is usually referencing an online network of some sort. Regardless of it all, I like myself, and sharing is caring, so...