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
- 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.
July 14, 2015
July 9, 2015
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
I'll get them posted eventually.
That's all for now. I'll be back to babbling on here, soon. ;)