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A good friend of mine whom I went to college with (and ironically have a lot of out of college connections to), one day picked her stuff up right out of college and moved to Buenos Aires.  Although we don’t keep up on a daily, weekly or sometimes monthly basis, she has a wonderful blog that I try reading as often as possible.

A little something about Meg - she is an adventurer.  The types of trips she has taken has left me in the dust in Connecticut, Boston and now Atlanta.  I live vicariously through her travels, only to one day hope to visit her wherever she is at that time… or even travel with her.

We have taken many road trips together - West Virginia, Virginia, Greece, etc.etc…. she’s a curious creature and an outstanding writer.  Here’s a snippet of her blog, which is solely based around her experiences and comparisons to the world outside of the U.S.:

“With such greatly varying idioms and expressions in each place, mistakes are inevitable. For example, picking up a language tip from a friend who studied in Spain, I used the word “coger” for “get.” I walked around Buenos Aires for two months sweetly asking shop owners where I could f*ck bus number 152. One of my favorite language-slip stories is of a friend of mine named Cat. She’s a young, bubbly, California blonde who introduced herself for the first two weeks as “Cat…como Gatita”…or “Cat…as in slut.” Mistakes are easy to make…but everyone makes them. You just have to try not to blush too much.”  - Meg speaking about translation and language differences.

I encourage all of you who follow me and my blog to bookmark her blog.  I know. My blog full of random, trivial, ridiculously hilarious and stupid stuff is amazing.  But seriously… check her out:  Perennial Tourist.  If I can’t entertain you, maybe she can.

That is all.

Do you ever have a moment when your mind wanders and it falls onto something you did in the past…and a rush of embarrassment or slight humiliation runs through you?

Yeahhh, me too. It just happened to me.

Spring has sprung, ladies and gentlemen!

Saturday and Sunday here in the A was UNBELIEVABLE.  Sunny and the high of 65, maybe 70 degrees.  EJ and I live near Piedmont Park and it felt like the whole city crawled out of the dark, miserableness of their apartments and houses to hit up the restaurants, the parks, the shops..ANY THING.  It was GLORIOUS.

We hit up the dog park on Sunday afternoon and was entirely overwhelmed by the number of dogs and people in the park.  And just a side note slash rant… To the people who do not venture to the dog park very often unless it’s the first day of Spring… I HATE YOU.  You pay no attention to your dog and you don’t pick up after yourself or your dog.  Go back to amateur land. End rant.

Bubs had a grand old time, sniffing around and playing with every puppy in the park.  And after a few hours, we stopped right around Park Tavern to reflect and soak in what was left of the glorious Sunday.

And so… back to Monday.  Back to the rain.  Is it Friday yet?

agonyofeffete:

Congrats to Vonn and Mancuso for being hot and going down hills fast. Interviewing, though, cannot be counted among their strengths. Christ in a cartoon — these two broads sounding like a couple of 12-year-olds describing their trip to the mall. Um, it was awesome…and it was like so awesome. Not like me. I can elocute, like, so good.

And congrats to Shaun White. One of my buddies said it best: “That swirlie little carrot head just laid it down.” Mmm…indeed.

Could not agree with you more.

Is it weird to go to a concert by myself?

This morning as I was filling up my coffee cup in the kitchen at work, I looked out of the floor to ceiling window - overlooking Midtown Atlanta.  Admiring the view, I saw out of the corner of my eye the perfect snow flake attached to another perfect snowflake land on the window at about my collar bone height.  It was about the size of a baby’s finger nail (maybe a little smaller), but it was that picturesque flake that you never think actually exists, but you always made them like that out of construction paper in elementary school.  So I sat there for about a minute or so to just observe it since I don’t think I’ve actually ever seen a flake look like that…

And after a moments gaze, I was slapped back into reality and wondered why the EFF am I seeing snowflakes in Atlanta?

Spring, where are you?

Of a looooooooooooooong weekend!