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Hola amigos!! Well I’ve made it through 6 real estate classes and Halloween successfully. I say that deserves a thumbs up. Halloween was GREAT! I was an Indian and had to dress up on 3 separate occasions, 2 parties and once at work. But it was sooo much fun! And we looked fantastic.
We saw the Ghastly Dreadfuls again this Halloween and it was virtually the same as last year except they changed one scene at the very end. During one of the scenes, the actors started dancing and playing some kind of Mexican samba song and a guy puts his hand out to me to dance on stage with them! I shook my butt and danced with the troop (with the help of a little liquid courage) while J cracked up in the audience. It was hilarious and the best time! I really love that show.
A few cell phone pics from the show… One of the band and another shot I thought was cool of this creepy rocking horse on stage during intermission.
I have some really good pics at home (I’m at work now), some involving me passed out drunk on an air mattress, another Indian, Santa, Demon Lady and a black lab. 
Fun fun! I MAY post one of those… we’ll see.
So we’re almost half way through our real estate course, Thanksgiving is coming up soon and everything’s going good. I’m a very lucky girl. Just hope the outsourcing Gods are kind to me and I can keep my job a lil’ longer… See ya later!
My poem for the fall…
Sweet Cascade
Fall lends us a fresh death
It rids us of all the summers’ weeds
They fall slowly to the ground
But as they die
Autumn shines brightly through eager eyes
And for a short time, nature reveals her weakness
Her strengths
In a colorful eulogy, she glows
So many witness the last moments
As the beauty falls to the ground
She’s gone
But not for long
Sure to live again!
Although she’ll never be as magnificent
As she was towards her end.
Dear Diary,
Today I got my period and cried over little Jimmy holding hands with Amy. :P
Happy effing Birthday to me! I’m now too old; 26 years to be exact, and am ready for the old folks home. My birthday was last Saturday and it was a great one but for some reason, I did not like turning 26 at all. It bothered me. None of the others have too much… I did have a fun day though. Woke up late, was served breakfast in bed (Waffle House bacon, egg & cheese – my favorite!) played racquet ball, went shopping (got the cutest Guess dress), dinner and then out to the bars with my girl. I haven’t done my “crazy” birthday activity yet, which I plan on doing hopefully in the next month or so. Last year I promised myself I’d have to do one height related activity each year on my b-day to help me get over my fear. I want to go hang gliding. There’s a company at Lookout Mountain, GA that will take you up (I think around 2,000 feet) with a small single engine plane and let you glide down with an instructor. It’s about $150 and as soon as I have it, I’m going!
I imagine that will be pretty terrifying but an amazing view. AND the best part is that they take pictures up there, so I can share my experience with the world. It’d be nice if I could take my own camera but I doubt that will happen.
Here’s my very best friend and I in Little 5 Points, Star Bar. We partied like rockstars and my car wasn’t towed thank goodness. All in all, I had a wonderful day. Bye 25, I will miss you something terrible!
p.s. If the Universe is finite, I will see you again.
I just returned from the BEST vacation of my life! Let me tell you, it was amazing. Words can’t describe the time I had but I will try my hardest for you…
I initially had from Tuesday September 12th – Friday September 15th to enjoy the city. Not nearly enough time! So, I missed my flight on Friday and was able to extend until Tuesday of the following week and I’m so glad I did. My flight was from Atlanta, to Chicago, Germany and finally France. Which I enjoyed seeing each and every airport. Most people would complain of the layovers but to me, it was another learning experience. They rode bikes in the German airport, how cool is that? And there were lots of windmills in Germany. How could I have learned that without my layover?
I arrived in France at around 5pm Tuesday and headed towards the cabs. Recalling the movie “Taken” I was scared to death of all the cabbies and told one particular shady cab driver “no thanks” after he directed me to an elevator with some other tall, 6’5 character that was smoking a cigar. I went back out to the cab area and found another guy whom seemed legit and got a ride from the airport to my hotel.
The ride was amazing!! The interstate, signs, cars, people, everything was so different. Cars were whizzing by, in between lanes! Mopeds too! I’m surprised I didn’t witness someone getting smashed. They were all very much in a rush to get where they were going. The cars were all very compact and I don’t recall seeing one pickup truck and just a few SUVs. It was something else riding down an interstate, with two strangers, not knowing their language or where exactly you are going. All I knew is that I was in Paris and was about to have the best experience of my life.
Upon exiting the interstate, the first thing I noticed is that all the buildings are older – no new pop up office buildings or rows of subdivisions. Everything looked so romantic and original. My cabbie dropped me off by my hotel and I drug my enormous pink bag towards a tiny sign that read “Hotel Nord.” I was terrified at this point! Praying that the front desk lady would understand me, I inquired “do you speak English?” She laughs and says, “par lay voo Francais?” I just shook my head, no and giggled back. She then started to speak in almost perfect English; I believe she had a British accent. She checked me in, gave me my key and instructed me on where to go.
I get in a TINY elevator, about the width of a medium sized bookcase (I could barely squeeze in this thing with my giant pink bag) and press the button to the top floor. I take my key and enter. I’m astonished at this little room. It is not at all what I expected! Twin beds pushed together, strange toilet I didn’t know how to flush, even the knobs on the sink were different than in the U.S. but I now had a place to lay my head and shower. Thank goodness! I called my mom, a little scared still and explained to her how the room was. She just laughed and told me to be careful. I unpack very few things and decide it’s time to go explore!
I knew I had to meet J at the Eiffel Tower at 8 and I left the room around 6ish. I walked for about 30 minutes and couldn’t see the Eiffel Tower from anywhere so decided to hail a cab. I had spent 55 of my 80 Euro on my airport ride so I showed the next taxi driver my 15 and he nodded his head and agreed. On the way he cussed in French, shook his fist at other taxi’s and almost ran down 2 pedestrians. I thought wow, what a way to begin the first day. He got me to the Eiffel tower and I bid him farewell!
My heart skipped a beat when I first beheld that amazing work of architecture. It was much larger than I had ever imagined it to be and there were so many people gathered under this beautiful creature. Yes, she had taken a life form of her own! I felt like I was dreaming as I strolled along under it. I walked and thought and walked and thought, “am I really here?!” I felt dizzy so I headed for a nearby bench, feeling something wet splatter on my pants I look down to notice a pigeon had gifted me with his white stain. Laughing about it I thought, “hmmm… welcome to France Lindsey!” I sat on the bench and stared for about 15 minutes and then walked the little strip behind the Eiffel Tower to get a broader view of it.
After returning from my walk, I stole a post at the base of the tower, the front left base. I sat on a stoop with a Spanish girl awaiting my bah-cooh to come along. Boy was it good to see him! A friendly face in a new and strange place. We immediately headed for the top. The view was breath taking and I will never forget that moment for as long as I live. I felt as if I were on top of the World.
I won’t go into this much detail about my entire trip as I would like to keep some of my experiences private but I will tell a few…
Pigalle is a fun area! All pigs go to Pigalle…
The Louvre is truly gorgeous and the building itself, to me, was the most amazing work of art. Amongst the Mona Lisa and Venus Di Milo.
Escargot isn’t half bad! Neither are frog legs. Duck pate sucks! Twizzlers rule! And chocolate monsters.
Notre Dame gave me chills, Sacre Coeur had a prettier view though.
LOVED Versaille, city & the palace
Never, never, never accidentally leave a book bag w/ laptop + $600 camera inside on a bench as you wave goodbye from a train. You may not have a bah-cooh to get it back for you!
Get fruit and croissants for breakfast. Best strawberries I’ve ever tasted!
Mont Marte is one of the best sections, in my opinion
Bring warm, stylish clothes!!!
The metro (subway system) will start to suck after a week but it is nice to have & cheap
Stay at least a week, if not longer. It would be a shame to have to cancel a flight and stay longer
And I’ll never forget Evelyn from Maine. I met her in Washington and she had a heart of gold. She had just returned from a 6 week vacation in Germany, her husband had passed away 5 years ago and she was 80 years old. What an inspiration!! She didn’t complain about her journey a bit, she was just eager to have someone to listen to her story. Her best piece of advice was LIVE, cause you only get to do it once. And I did.
I present to you, Paris!
Versaille Palace - The hall of mirrors
Me at the entrance to the Louvre
Drunken Serb that sketched my portrait - whilst enjoying wine
Our frog legs & wine
Bar hopping, France style!
The window panes told the stories of the bible
At Cafe Richards enjoying a fine cup of coffee and listenting to music
The beauty by day...
And in the blink of an eye *POOF* She was gone...
It’s been a little while since I posted so I decided to do my lunch break at Panera (plug) and get in some quality blogging time. I’ve been a few places recently, traveled to the Smokey Mountains for the 4th of July with Jason and to Savannah/Tybee Island with my lil’ sis. Both trips were amazing. It’s kinda nice to live in Atlanta because it’s 3 hours to some of the most gorgeous mountains in the South, 3 hours to the beach, not to mention it’s a huge metropolitan city with tons of different things to do and lovely weather. I would like to live somewhere else though eventually as I’ve lived here all my life…
The Smokey Mountains were relaxing. And we had a time playing in the mountain streams! We arrived in Gatlinburg July 3rd and got a little room right off the main road. We had a sample of beers at a local brewery and then headed down to the Peddler Steakhouse (which has to be one of the best meals I’ve ever had!) They had the best salad bar… we dined on filet, NY strip and an entire bottle of wine right by a pretty mountain river. Our waitress was a sweetheart (I ended up running into her on Tybee Island just a few weeks later!!) and she gifted us with a large piece of pecan cheesecake. After the restaurant, we wandered aimlessly around the streets of Gatlinburg in a drunken stupor, did more shots, laughed at locals, ate our cheesecake and passed out. Such a fun evening. 
I have pics at home, I will have to edit this entry and post a few later on…
Savannah was a blast – we stayed at a hotel called the “Thunderbird” that was pretty interesting. It was an old 60’s themed roadside hotel with a receptionist/Elvis impersonator. We had dinner at the Chart House restaurant on River Street where I treated my boo to Cesar salad, shrimp, crab cakes, several sides and a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream w/ mocha chocolate topping. We had the most fun at the beach. OH, if you want to eat at Paula Deens, make sure to reserve WAY in advance b/c we tried to go on a Sunday and there was a 4-6 hour wait. Yikes!
So I was wandering into BP this morning, droopy eyed and ready for a fresh morning coffee when a lady approaches me and tries to sell me on the point that I may just very well be going to hell if I do not accept Jesus Christ. Really, I thought. Hmmm… why did you think to approach me? Of all the people in the parking lot this morning, why did you pick me? Is there something about my appearance that made you think, “this girl here at this BP on July 7th must be damned?”
I do not discourage religion. I think it is wonderful if you can find peace in your heart with faith and devote your life to your religion. However, I am not a religious person (despite being raised in a Southern Baptist Church) and I DO NOT enjoy having religion forced upon me. Especially at 7 in the morning, on my way to work, while innocently entering a gas station for my habitual brew. And the fear tactic is pitiful really. It’s seems some sort of last ditch effort to convince a person that they will suffer eternal pain for not believing in something. If there is a God, I don’t think he will punish me for having a mind and thinking about life a little deeper.
Do I have the face of a sinner? And if so, what characteristics make up this sinful face? I personally thought I had the face of a sweet, angel child but I guess I was wrong. 
I recently finished reading Benjamin Franklin’s autobiography. It was a magnificent read! He began each day with the thought “what good shall I do today?” And ended with “what good have I accomplished today?” I loved the little poem that was contained in the book (I’ll have to look up exactly who wrote it):
Let not the stealing God of Sleep surprize,
Nor creep in Slumbers on thy weary Eyes,
Ere ev’ry Action of the former Day, Strictly thou dost,
and righteously survey.
With Rev’rence at thy own Tribunal stand,
And answer justly to thy own Demand.
Where have I been? In what have I transgrest?
What Good or Ill has this Day’s Life exprest?
Where have I fail’d in what I ought to do?
In what to GOD, to Man, or to myself I owe?
Inquire severe whate’er from first to last,
From Morning’s Dawn till Ev’nings Gloom has past.
If Evil were thy Deeds, repenting mourn,
And let thy Soul with strong Remorse be torn:
If Good, the Good with Peace of Mind repay,
And to thy secret Self with Pleasure say,
Rejoice, my Heart, for all went well to Day.
My favorite quote of all time from Franklin:
“Either do something worth writing, or write something worth doing.”
I was telling a friend that it’s kind of sad at the end of the book, it’s almost like you’ve been a part of this other life and as you draw towards the end you know it will soon be over. But there’s so much more interesting material to read! I’ve started a book on Nefertiti now. The Egyptian culture is really interesting to me, I can recall as a child checking out books on the embalming process… what a strange kid.
So far, I’m enjoying this novel; even though it’s mainly fiction – - there’s a lot of non-fictional information throughout the book. I’ve learned that Nefertiti was a very important figure during her reign, almost as important as her husband. She was not only extremely stunning but very knowledgeable and a kind leader.
I’ll update once I’m finished w/ the book. As the end of my work day draws near, I must finish up some things and prepare for my release. That almost sounds as if I’m a caged animal at the zoo… which isn’t too far from the truth. I guess I should be lucky to have a job though.
Have a wonderful afternoon folks!
This past weekend I had a last minute vacation to Santa Rosa Beach, FL. I’ve always stayed around Panama City area (my family would vacation there every single summer) but this place was gorgeous! It was more quaint and private than P.C. The weekend started off a little rough with some heavy rain but the weather eased up here and there, especially on the last day of course, and we were able to enjoy some time on the beach.
We ate at a few different restaurants while in Santa Rose my favorite being a little place called “Stinky’s.” I ordered a Crab cake benedict from the brunch menu and it was amazing!! I would definitely recommend that and the clam chowder soup.
http://www.stinkysfishcamp.com/stinkysfishcamp/default.htm
Another tasty place was “Goatfeathers.”
But the best story of the trip comes from an elusive toothbrush and a pillow fight gone bad. Gather round everyone and let me tell you the tale of the most disgusting injury. I was brushing my teeth after lunch and walked into the bedroom to find my sweetie was lying on the floor with a pillow and playing with his dog. I jokingly said something and we played around for a few seconds (all the while I’m brushing away) and he pretends to toss the pillow up at me.
My hands go up in front of me to block it and I leave the toothbrush in my mouth, biting down with my teeth to keep it in place. It was a fake toss but the next toss caught me off guard. The pillow hit the toothbrush causing the damn thing to launch towards the back of my throat/mouth and thus leaving a gaping hole (probably a little over a quarter of an inch) in my soft palette RIGHT by my throat.
I immediately knew something was wrong and my fingers went in my mouth to discover a small hole and blood. I realized my breathing was fine so there was no larynx damage but I was scared and crying of course. The bleeding didn’t last very long but we were still worried so we headed off to the emergency room where we spent 3-4 hours of our Saturday night. Nothing like an emergency room trip while on vacation! And boy was there some characters in that Ft. Walton emergency room!!
I was released with nothing more than a poking with a cotton swab (which hurt badly!) and some pain meds/antibiotics. And how lucky am I that it was just my soft palette? My boyfriend felt so bad but I told him that it’s just an accident and a cool story to tell for the rest of my life. How many people can say they’ve had a toothbrush puncture their soft palette?
Overall, I had a good time and I can’t wait to visit FL again! Hopefully next time there will be no emergency room visits.
A friend of mine has this written message on their wall and for the past 6 months, I’ve been waiting for a moth to alight near it. Well, I must confess… the moth didn’t actually land there – - he had a little help. Help being me picking him up, walking him to the image and gently nudging him off my finger for his moment of fame.
