atlanta is alive

Although yesterday's post may not reveal that I did actually converse with people this weekend, it happened. So here's a little recap. Because who doesn't love letting the weekend runneth over into Tuesday, too?

Duke was here Friday night, so I took him for his first Antico trip. Any Atlantan worth his salt knows Antico is basically the best pizza you can find. 

Against his better judgement Duke ate an entire pizza by himself. It pretty much left him out of commission until Saturday, eating wise. But I think he'd say it was worth it :) 

On Sunday, my friend Ben and I went to lunch in the Highlands, only to discover it was the Atlanta Streets Alive bike race. Between the perfect weather and the race, the streets truly were alive. People were out and about, helping one another in community garden projects, and enjoying our lovely neighborhood. 

It was the perfect to end to a wonderful weekend. I hope yours was happy, too!

PS Yet another reason to love the Beltline! 

taking back our house

I haven't met the boys who rented our house before us, but I've heard two things about them: (1) They are good looking. (2) They didn't particularly care about this house. Hence the reign of the rats.

It is my sincere theory that because our bungalow hasn't felt the love in a while, it turned on us. And so, this weekend, I poured everything I had into this house, with the hope that it will soon return the favor. I was supposed to go to New Orleans to celebrate Mellyford's birthday, but wasn't quite sure if it was the brightest idea with my foot. Since Katie and Melissa were both gone (sadly), it seemed like a good chance to go a little house crazy.

I leaf blowed (blew?) our yard, driveway, porch and deck, hosed down the porch and adirondacks, and bought flowers and pumpkins. We also had it professionally cleaned, which was essential (clearly!).

On Sunday, I felt like a new person. I didn't realize how it felt sitting in this house before - it was really as if the rats had taken over our space, infesting it with germs and disarray.

With clean sheets on Sunday night, I fell asleep easily, finally letting my shoulders drop away from my ears. Whoever said cleanliness can't buy happiness (which is maybe no one), was wrong.

PS I have to give mad props to Duke for getting the project started by mowing our lawn. With our super cool mower, nonetheless.

roommates // duke duke // friday

This week I have kind of been in one of those moods where I have to take two or three deep breaths before answering basic questions or else I will get just a leeetle bit emotional. Because I am in a lot of pain. And, well, a few other obvious reasons.

My roommates are in the same boat, I think. We've been swimming up stream all week - them for other, equally as tricky life-off-track moments that have chosen to transpire this week. Luckily though, misery really does love company, so instead of losing it on each other, we've united like a little army. Quite possibly stronger than ever before.

Duke rolled into town for a conference Wednesday night (yaay!), and after being delayed by more than an hour (during which time he probs had to take those deep breaths I mentioned before), when he finally made it to the city, we were both starvinng.

(this is apparently what we look like when we get reaaalllly hungry)

We immediately went to Whole Foods, where I tried the Mock Chicken Salad. Ohmmuhgosh. If you haven't tried it. Even if you aren't vegan. Try it. It's so good.

So then we were really happy and went to a hotel, where there were no rats and there were free cookies and two beds. And we slept like kings!

And now it's Friday. And I feel exponentially better than I did Monday.

PS: My Jeep is fixed
PPS: My yoga studio extended my pass so my classes won't expire.
PPPS: Did I mention it's Friday?

Yaay :) God is good. Today is good.

OK bye.

don't mind if i do...

Is this what being pregnant feels like? Everywhere I go with this boot on, people move out of the way, offer me a chair, ask me if I am OK, check to see if they can get me anything...

I either look pitiful lugging this five pounder around, hair amiss, OR people are just inherently that nice.

I think the latter.

Or maybe a cool combination of both.

I'm not going to say I plan to take advantage of the situation. But if people want to throw money or snacks my way, I am not going to stop them.

These next eight weeks might be better than anticipated...

#silverlining

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