August 29, 2015

Thoughts on married life thus far


I'm all over the place with things I've been wanting to post in this space. I'm adjusting to a new job, which means I'm adjusting to a new schedule and a new commute, which means I'm working on ways to find time to sit down and get all my thoughts out on this screen. Hopefully that'll happen soon. I have a whole list of drafts that are just waiting to be typed up. 

In the meantime, I thought I'd take today to share my thoughts on married life thus far. Sounds fun, right? It is... for the most part.

August 12, 2015

Poor Calvin's.

I've been meaning to post about Poor Calvin's for a while now, but the pictures I took were snapped quickly (honestly, they don't do the food justice), in hopes of not ruining my date night with Meredith a while back. She randomly asked if I wanted to go to dinner one night (yes, she's that awesome of a friend), and since it's me, of course I said 'yes!' I'm looking for a way to return that favor soon, because I owe her big. BIG. This dinner was amaaaazing. Together we ordered and shared the Fried Chicken, Lobster Mac n' Cheese, Grilled Asparagus and Pad Thai Tiger Shrimp. Oh, and there was a massive slice of cake for dessert (not pictured). It's not on the menu, and I can't remember the name, so I almost feel like there's no point in mentioning it, but it was too good to skip over. So there ya' have it.

August 3, 2015

A bookworm's fantasy.

Last Saturday was made up of errand-running, house-cleaning, grocery shopping and all that jazz. Last Sunday, on the other hand, was plucked straight from a bookworm's fantasy: book club. Our monthly bookclub meeting usually takes place in someone's home, but this month, we took advantage of clear skies and the fact that Piedmont Park didn't have some sort of event going on - a rarity on summer weekends.
So, we gathered. On blankets. In the shade. On a breezy July afternoon. We talked lit a couple candles, talked about the book, ate snacks, sipped our drinks, laughed and let the conversation flow in every which direction. It was nice. As for Paper Towns, it won't go on my list of recommendations; the storyline fell flat halfway through, and I literally rolled my eyes at the ending. From what I've heard, the movie adaptation followed suit, so hopefully we'll jump into something better for our next read.

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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.