This Post is Bananas.

June 29, 2013

Soutmob is currently offering a 50% off discount at a spot called Sarah Jean's Ice Cream in the Marietta Square.

That's all the motivation I needed to visit.

Like all the best local businesses out there, it was small, slightly cramped and full of personality.

My partner in crime opted for a cotton candy cone, topped with sprinkles - fit for a big kid.

I ordered a mini banana split, since they were offering an "any way you want it" special, and I loaded it up with salted caramel ice cream, chocolate almond fudge ice cream, sprinkles, nuts, caramel syrup, strawberry syrup, and chocolate syrup. 

Oh, and a couple cherries on top.

Normally I don't pile on the toppings, but I was feeling frisky.

It was the best banana split I've ever had, and I've had my share of banana splits.

I have this thing where I need to walk around after a good meal (for the sake of this post, dessert is a meal), like it's serious enough exercise to reverse the damage I've done. It feels nice and helps deflate my food baby, but sometimes it also puts a dent in my bank account, because I'm likely to walk right into a nearby retail shop.

... Or into a random Christmas store

Now it's nap time.

Turn Down For...

June 28, 2013

Energy to function the next day.

At least, these are the reasons a few friends & I decided to head home around midnight last night. Because jobs to work, children to take care of and bills to pay are all more important than... "turning up," as the kids say these days.

So here's (*raises glass*) to Friday, the day of the week everyone starts to look forward to on Sunday evenings. I stumbled upon the sign below in a little corner on the Westside of Atlanta and couldn't disagree more. But, hey. Whatever floats your boat.

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Food and Trucks. A Match Made in My Belly.

June 26, 2013

I wonder who first thought to sell food out of a truck. Maybe an ice cream truck guy? He (or she) wasn't making enough money from the sweet treats, so (s)he grabbed a skillet and whipped up something special. Sounds plausible.

WhoEVER it was, let this be my public profession of love and gratitude for such a wonderful idea. While I was driving home one day, I noticed a sign that said "Smyrna Food Truck Tuesdays" on the side of the road, and I almost did the running man in the driver's seat. If that dance didn't require full body involvement, I surely would have.

Yesterday, I saved my appetite, scooped up my friend Meredith and made my way to on over. Amazingness ensued.

After scouring our options, we decided to try Ibiza Bites. Because I really wanna visit Ibiza. And because the menu looked good. 

... And because Meredith saw the word "mojito."

This chick will be trying to duplicate that Mojito Lemonade in my kitchen, very soon.

I ordered the Lemon Parmesan Waffle Fries, but I guess they ran out of waffle fries because I ended up with regular stick fries.


They were deliciously cheesy and lemon-y, a combination I'd've written off anywhere else, but my mind is convinced they would've been better in the shape of little waffles. I don't care if waffle fries are made from the same potatoes as all the other frenchies, THEY JUST TASTE BETTER.

Next, we tried Yumbii, because it had the longest line of them all.

Rule of thumb: if there's an outrageously long line for a food joint, get in it. Last year, when I was in San Francisco, a restaurant in Chinatown had a line out the door and a block up the street; I still daydream about that meal to this day.

Spicy Chicken Taco? Don't mind if I do.

Mer got the fish taco, and it tempted me to go back and get one for myself. That darn line dissuaded me.

Beautifully satiated by the food, it was time for dessert. There was a cupcake truck sittin' pretty by the entrance, but when I saw this stand, I knew I'd be a fool to pass it up.

First off, the line for this baby was also pretty long, but since they fundraise with these popsicles at my church and everyone raves about em', I had to see what the hype was about.

Flavor: Cinnamon Toast Crunch. There were real cereal bits all throughout the pop, hosting a little party with my taste buds.

I'll probably be getting them on Sundays from now on.

Oh, and they had a band.

Food & music? C'mon... They created this whole shindig just for me.

I had been desperate to attend a food truck event ever since I saw them in What to Expect When You're Expecting. (yes, I watched the whole thing.) (yes, it was a lonely friday night with Netflix.) They pop up in random locations all over the city, but I guess I'm not cool enough or in-the-know enough to be informed of when and where they'll be. Really I've just been just too lazy to check the website. Now that I know what to expect (about food truck events, not pregnancy), I'll be on the lookout for more opportunities to get them goodies in my belly.

There's info on Smyrna Food Truck Tuesdays here.


Good Photos Come Down to the Editing.

June 25, 2013

I've loved photography since... puberty - maybe even a while before.

I even considered going to school for it. I toured the Savannah College of Art & Design Campus while figuring out that crucial next step after high school. Moms always seemed a bit standoffish about me going to school for something that might turn me into a struggling artist, and I think that's what ultimately pulled me away from the idea. So now, here I am with an English degree and an unfulfilled love for the art. Can you guess my favorite graduation gift? My Nikon (thanks, Mom), which means things are really coming full circle. Years have since passed, and I'm finally exploring the full body of this camera. It's a wonderland. The good news is there's so much free information out there on the world wide web, so you don't really need to go to school for photography these days. Thanks to YouTube, photoblogs, and other tutorial sites, I'm picking up the tricks of the trade. I've still got a long way to go, but I am learning, and the proverbial lightbulb went off in my head today. It doesn't matter how amazing my SFTC (straight from the camera) photos are, the real magic happens on whatever editing software floats my boat.

I haven't buckled down and bought a professional suite yet, but trusty ol' iPhoto and all its basic-ness is holding me over for now.

Case & Point:



To be fair, I couldn't've asked for a better model. I may've went a bit overboard with the sharpness of this image, but it pops more than the original. Mission accomplished.

Here's a slightly less-adorable person (myself):

before (unfiltered)


Even these iPhone (4) selfless look better with a little exposure & contrast enhancements, but I get why people buy photoshop. Instead of fixing each individual element, every single time, you can just apply a preset action with all the proper adjustments already adjusted for you. We sure like to pay for convenience these days.

On another note, every time I take a picture with my iPhone, and then see photos taken with the 4S/5, I get the urge to howl at the moon Google "iPhone 5S" or "iPhone 6." Apple needs to stop playing, drop a new golden ticket, and let me upgrade my portable megapixels. I'm in technology heat, and I really wanna scratch this new-gadget itch.

That's all.

Blog Every Day in July

June 24, 2013

Somehow I stumbled upon this blog today - specifically, this post.

It's exactly what I need in my blog life: a little content calendar to keep me posting on the regular, since that obviously hasn't happened, ever. Originally, this was for the month of May, but I missed it. So, I'll jump in for the month of July. This also happens to be my birthmonth (I claim the entire month), and my goal is to skip town every weekend, so fingers crossed I'll stay motivated to keep the posts going.

Here are the rules:

1. There really aren't any rules. If you miss a day, you can make it up or skip it. The blog police will not come knocking.

2. You can still post other things every day, too.

3. Here are the topics. Be as creative and awesome or as boring and bland as you like with these. Take 'em and run with it. Use creative post titles. Interpret each "prompt" however you like. There's no wrong way to do it. Have fun.

Day 1, Monday: The story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph... no one will be counting your words... probably)
Day 2, Tuesday: Educate us on something you know alot about or are good at. Take any approach you'd like (serious and educational or funny and sarcastic)
Day 3, Wednesday: Things that make you uncomfortable
Day 4, Thursday: Favorite quote (from a person, from a book, etc) and why you love it
Day 5, Friday: Publicly profess your love and devotion for one of your blogger friends. What makes them great? Why do you love them? If you don't have blogger friends, talk about a real-life friend or even a family member
Day 6, Saturday: If you couldn't answer with your job, how would you answer the question, 'what do you do'?
Day 7, Sunday: The thing(s) you're most afraid of
Day 8, BIRTHDAY: A piece of advice you have for others. Anything at all.
Day 9, Tuesday: A moment in your day (this can be just a photo or both a photo and words)
Day 10, Wednesday: Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill.
Day 11, Thursday: Sell yourself in 10 words or less
Day 12, Friday: What do you miss? (a person, a thing, a place, a time of your life...)
Day 13, Saturday: Issue a public apology. This can be as funny or as serious or as creative as you want it to be.
Day 14, Sunday: Ten things that make you really happy
Day 15, Monday: A Day in the life (include photos from throughout your typical day - this could be "a photo an hour" if you'd like)
Day 16, Tuesday: Something difficult about your "lot in life" and how you're working to overcome it
Day 17, Wednesday: A favorite photo of yourself and why
Day 18, Thursday: Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt.
Day 19, Friday: Five of your favorite blogs and what you love about them
Day 20, Saturday: Get real. Share something you're struggling with right now.
Day 21, Sunday: A list of links to your favorite posts in your archives
Day 22, Monday: Rant about something. Get up on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel. (a pet peeve, a current event, a controversial topic, something your husband or roommate or neighbor or boss does that really ticks you off)
Day 23, Tuesday: Things you've learned that school won't teach you
Day 24, Wednesday: Your top 3 worst traits
Day 25, Thursday: Something someone told you about yourself that you'll never forget (good or bad)
Day 26, Friday: Something you read online. Leave a link and discuss, if you'd like.
Day 27, Saturday: A letter to your readers
Day 28, Sunday: Only pictures
Day 29, Monday: Five songs or pieces of music that speak to you or bring back memories. Use Grooveshark or YouTube to include them in the post
Day 30, Tuesday: React to this term: Letting Go
Day 31, Wednesday: A vivid memory

Thanks to Elizabeth for taking the time to create all these topics and making it so I didn't have to do it myself. Laziness isn't sexy. I get that. But I can't be sexy all the time.


I Made it to the Mountain Top

June 23, 2013

Kennesaw mountain's top, to be exact.
On the way up, I realized why I don't hike very often. Okay, ever.
Essentially, yes, "hiking' is just "walking," but when you throw rough terrain, hills, trees, and random wild animals in the mix, things get interesting. Sure, once you've made it to the top, there's that feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction for kinda conquering something much larger than yourself, but I'm not sure that feeling is worth the intense strain on my muscles. I'd much rather be grounded, on the coast somewhere, with my feet in the ocean, pondering its vastness and living with the belief that I could conquer that, if I really wanted to.
Virgil Thompson once said "Try a thing you haven't done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time to figure out whether you like it or not." So, I'll be giving it a go at least two more times... after the soreness goes away.

Weird things I do when I'm alone.

June 20, 2013

The title of this post sounds like I'm about to share too much information. I'm not.

Okay... maybe a little.

The thing is, I'm alone pretty often. I'm not an only child, but my siblings are so much older than me that I was basically the only kid growing up in the house. Lil' ol' me got the best of both worlds: I was the baby, being treated like the only child.
Lil' ol' me also got used to playing alone, because the bother closest to my age (12 years older), hardly ever wanted to be bothered with my childish games, and unless the other kids in the neighborhood were around to stir up some trouble outside, I was left to entertain myself.
Fast forward to adulthood, and I'm still accustomed to entertaining myself. Old habits truly do die hard. As much as I love spending time with friends and family, solo hibernation in my own private space with a good book or movie is enough to keep me satisfied. All the things I do when I'm alone aren't really weird, in my opinion, because I'm so used to doing them. But whatever. Here they are.

1. I put my hand in my pants.
No naughty stuff, here. My hands get cold easily, and inside my pants/shorts/oversized underwear there's all that enclosed body heat just begging for some attention, and it really does keep my hands warm. I understand, however, this might look a bit odd in public, even when stuffing my hands in my pocket isn't getting the job done. That's why I only do it when I'm alone (or completely comfortable with the company I'm keeping). They're my pants & I'll pry if I want to.

2. I clean. Incessantly. 
Again, this isn't really weird to me, but it's something I only do when I'm alone. I'm a naturally tidy person, so If I'm by myself, sitting on the sofa and see dust on the coffee table, it MUST get wiped down - then and there. It's rude of me to clean things up when I have guests around, so I like to keep my place in tip-top shape, should anyone call and drop the "hey, can I stop by" line. This happens pretty often.

3. Headstands.
In yoga, they're called "full inversions," and we do them at the end of some classes. They help improve circulation and provide serious relaxation. After a busy day or if I'm feeling any bit of stress, I'll just get near a wall, pop up into a headstand, and hold the position for as long as I'm still comfortable. Sometimes it's 30 seconds, sometimes it's 3 minutes, but if someone were to walk in on me in a random headstand, they'd probably think I was weird.

4. Dance parties.
Everyone does this, right? Solo dance parties? Especially if I'm cooking or cleaning. I'll turn up the music and get down like it's 1999. BY. MY. SELF.

5. Anything with my hair.
Okay, I admit this one my be weird, but I don't really like for people to see me fix my hair. Even if I'm just throwing it back in a ponytail... there's all that looking in the mirror, and primping, and adjusting. There's no way to not look vain while doing my hair, and vanity is not a good look. So, I only do it when I have some privacy. If I'm on vacation, I'll close the bathroom door or make sure I'm well-hid behind any applicable partitions.

And that's all! *Reminder to myself to never apologize for any of it because...

Choose Mode

June 19, 2013

Hereafter, each time I use the word "choose" in this post, I'm referring to the act of being visually vigilant and "on the lookout" for someone you may potentially entertain romantically, sometime in the near or distant future. At least, that's how I would define the idea.
No use of slanguage would be complete without an authentic Urban Dictionary definition listed, so here it is: choose - "what Puerto Ricans wear on their feet."
E.g. "'Ey mang! Check out my new pair of choose!"
Okay, that's terrible and completely unrelated, but I couldn't resist.

So back to my topic.
I'm very aware of the fact that at any given public moment, someone is likely watching me. Whether it's intentional or not, whether they know me personally or not, chances are I've got a random a pair of eyes glancing at my person and (sub)consciously making assumptions about it. How I carry myself, if I look angry or happy, my posture, etc... I know this because it's exactly what I do. As someone who was taught to be constantly aware of her surroundings, observing people in my somewhat immediate proximity is a rational habit.
That being said, there's a clear difference between observing and choosing. I might make eye contact with the lonely-looking guy at the bar, so that he knows I'm aware of his presence and would be able to give an accurate description to the police should I need to file a report for any reason. Howwwwwever, just because I make eye contact with you, does not mean I think you're someone I may potentially entertain romantically, A.K.A. choose. In fact, I probably didn't notice we shared a sizzling eye-contacty moment. You're probably just another face in the crowd, who I would be able to accurately describe to the police, should I need to file a report for any reason. I watched too much Law & Order: SVU as a youngster.
Which brings me to the reason for this post. I'm pretty sure I unknowingly had one of those sizzling moments this past weekend, while I was out to lunch with a couple friends. Just as I was leaving the restaurant, our waitress hands me a piece of paper (pictured below) from some kind white gentleman who had just left, and it caught me completely off guard.

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They Say Change is the Only Constant

June 13, 2013

And within the past year, this blog has gone through multiple layout changes.
I can't seem to sit still.
Too bad I didn't take screenshots of each layout; it would've been nice to view the progression.
Thankfully, I think I've finally decided to settle down and grow old with this design. We expect to be very happy together, living by the "less is more" life motto - see illustration below.
Also, allow me to take a moment of silence for all you graphic designers out there.

*silence* (read the rest).

This is a Post About Sex

June 8, 2013

I've had this post sitting in my drafts for months.
The thoughts have been bouncing around in my head for even longer than that, but I can't seem to arrange them in a way that'll make sense in print. Also, you never know who's reading this stuff (and judging, forming conclusions, finding ways to use your words against you, etc), so I decided to hold off. But hey, this is my personal little slice of the internet. I'm paying for this web domain, so why not post whatever I desire?
Honestly, I'm hyping this up wayyyy more than it deserves. Pretty much everything here is safe for work, and most network television shows are far raunchier than the stuff I think up (thanks, in part, to the multiple Bible verses also flowing through my subconscious at any given time). It was a discussion with a friend that brought this whole idea of "giving and receiving" to the forefront of my mind, so I'm not even sure I can take credit for it.

The Rent (& This Post) is Due

June 1, 2013

That thing dedicated bloggers do, where they take their camera everywhere and take photos of every moment, I have no idea how they do that.
I do, however, intend to learn - hopefully soon.
Stay tuned.

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