Dog Days

Jake at doggy daycare

Yep it is hot. It is real hot. If you have ever wondered why they call it the dog days of summer, you can check why here.  I am just sitting in wait..... that's about all. Except I just realized that Natalie will be a Leo and not a Cancer. Which is a good thing I think. She will be "see me roar".  Hmm much like her grandma.

ADELE --MY " One and Only " chance....

Another great song from Adele. "I dare you to let me be, your one and only" good lyrics. I had a reminder set for ticket sales. I purchased a pre-ticket passcode for $10.00 that had already expired. Unbeknown st to me at the time. So wait for the day .  OK the day. Phone beeps reminder. I started at 10am, yesterday on regular ticket sales. This is how it went...
Enter Ticketmaster-ok
Select Adele at the Fox Sunday Oct. 16- ok
select tickets-4 I'll take my girlfriends
best available-ok
enter code from the box. Can't read..enter wrong..select another..can't read oh hell timed out
Again
4 tickets- no four available together ok then
3 tickets- I'll dump one friend
code again can't read entered wrong select another ok ok ok ok
No 3 together..ok I'll just go with Hunka
2 tickets.enter, enter enter, best available.....code that damn code, can't read get real close, tilt my head back to get the reader bifocal up close..damn can't read. enter wrong enter wrong...blah! OH HELL I WILL GO BY MYSELF...
1 ticket- enter enter enter code thingy....sold out

You see I love everything about Adele
I love her voice
I love her hair
I love her fake eyelashes
I love her chubbyness
I love the way she flicks her hands by her face when she sings


I would love tickets..."I promise I'm worthy"

Today is due date day!

I think I am nesting in a Grandma way. I am making sure the house is clean and the laundry is done and cleaning closets. Which is weird I know, but nevertheless I am going with it. I had a flash in the middle of the night, a panic kind of flash that I did not want Natalie to have my cleft chin. I have always hated my chin. My butt crack chin. Today I am interviewing a partial wife. I need a whole wife, but a partial wife will do for now. I am holding my breath a lot lately, in anticipation of great new beginnings. Without the butt chin. I got my fingers crossed.

The Help..hmmm

I read this book when it first come out. I read it with mixed feelings. I finished it with mixed feelings and I will probably see the movie. All of my friends LOVED this book. I have to admit when I finished reading this book, I felt as if it wasn't the author's place to write the stories of 1960's maids in the South. Somehow, a white socialite should not be telling the story of racism and segregation from an African American woman's point of view.  The author's  father claims she is "stirring the pot and her brother's housekeeper is suing her see here. I had my own "maid" Annabelle growing up.  She only came once a week to iron, but I would sit and watch her iron all day and sometimes she would let me sprinkle the clothes with the Coke bottle full of water and starch and help her roll the clothes. Annabelle's husband died when a log truck that he was driving unleashed the logs with him under them. My grandmother would put a twenty dollar bill under the ironing board when she got a new "maid" to see if she was trustworthy. And my mother would make Annabelle lunch using the same plate and glass every week. That plate and glass were put in the cupboards and were not to be used by anyone but Annabelle. I can tell you how how the injustice makes me feel, but there is no way I could know how it felt on the insides of these women to be "the help". The stories in the book I'm sure are all true. The injustices, the prejudices, the racism all true. It isn't the storytelling that bothers me. It is the storyteller. As the movie is coming out, I still have that same feeling that it is just not right for a Jackson, MS. junior leager to be telling this story from "The Help" point of view. Like me, she lived it on the other side.

Super creepy

As most of you know, Hunka was on a jury for a murder trial in Fulton Superior Court last week. He loved it, took his notebook, took massive notes and was the juror that any lawyer and judge only dream about. His first time. I have never been on a jury, but I am registered in Hilton Head so I doubt my trial would be as interesting. Long story short here is the gist of the trial. Mr. Tat (all over his autopsy picture body) was trying to turn his drug selling addicted life around and had gotten a fiance (ex Cheetah stripper) now waitress. He was contacted by Mr. Big (real name) about one more pot sell. He picked up the pot, 50 lbs. worth and drove it to south Atlanta to sell to the street sellers. We will call them Styx and Stoned. The deal was that Styx and Stoned would front Tat 5 lbs. to sell himself after the money had changed hands. They opened the 50 lbs. and it had been diluted with filler and wasn't pure pot. This made Styx and Stones super angry. as they were holding a gun to Tat he called his fiance and was talking to her on the cell phone as he was trying to back out of the apt. which by the way they call a Trap, not a real apt but a fronted apt rented to just sell drugs in. As Tat is backing out of the apt. on the phone with his fiance they shoot him in the leg and through the aorta.  The leg shot I thought was interesting as the bullet entered his knee and lodged in his groin. I am guessing Tat must have been on the ground already or falling during this shot for the bullet to travel up his leg that way. Styx ans Stones ran out of the apt. and jumped in a car and left. A neighbor heard the shots and came running. She was also an eye witness to the bad guys leaving. It seems when they found Tat dead halfway in the door and halfway out, he still had that cell phone in his hand. After all of the testimony was complete the jurors went into the room to deliberate. Two days......I will point out now that the foreman was a Georgia Tech physics professor and it is a wonder that they made a decision just because of that paralysis.
The evidence had been brought into the jury room for them to view and go over during the deliberation. They never found the gun but the cell phone was in the evidence bag on the table in front of them. The last point of communication between Tat and the world before he died. The jury voted guilty and called the bailiff . the foreman called for the bailiff to tell the judge they had a verdict. the bailiff walked in and the foreman handed him the verdict to  give to the judge. Just as the bailiff opened the door to take the judge the verdict  with the jury still sitting in the jury room that cell phone rang. It rang in the bag. The bag with the phone had been sitting in the evidence room in Fulton County since 2007 when this happened. I guess Tat was saying thank you. And yes this really did happen!

I'm into you...

The clubhouse is creeping up on me. One good thing...it is all on this board. One bad thing, I didn't write anything down. Now I have to go back and research where all these pics came from. Assbackwards.

Imagine planning

Imagine....

These Shepard hooks with

Queen Anne's lace...leading the way to this polo field...

with this flower cart greeting you with flowers and water

As you are seated....

in semi circular setting  lined with solid rows of greenery and Queen Anne's lace in  baskets of wire and moss

And then after the ceremony strolling up the hill to this barn as a back drop to a cocktail hour in the tack barn filled with ....

wonder and lanterns....

and then dining in this pavilion....

with tables covered in ....

linen and burlap

the ceiling filled with candle chandeliers.....

and filled with antique ball jars of flowers and candles...

Just a sneek peek into Imagine wedding planning for now

learning new words

Wow, today I learned a new phrase. Thanks Urban Dictionary. I don't think I like this phrase, although I think it is probably used in jest for the most part. But let's break it down....

The F part. You know, it is strange that people say F U, I'm F'd, F'd up, etc. etc. when the actual act of F'ing pretty much rules mankind. And...pro-creates and feels pretty good, too. It is the word, the F word. The slang word for the act, I get it, really I do. The negative connotation of the word, not the act. This is the part that  I am over. the negative part. We can all be negative and have negative thoughts. So here are my negative thoughts for the day:

It is hot.   but it is not cold.
My back hurts. but I am not dead.
My dog is a pain in the ass. but I have a dog.
I am not in HH. but I am near my kids.

For every action there is a reaction, and it is simply a choice to not be negative. So for right now in ML I am going to forget that I learned this urban word today. Negative thoughts are downers, negative people are downers. It is a choice....PS. sorry for the F word. I have a new word, KML because this is the Life I have chosen. I am so lucky and so grateful and have so much to be thankful for...kiss, kiss.