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So, I know it’s been a while all around, but I’ll just stop making excuses…

I’ve made some progress on my 101 in 1001 list, though!

#2–Go on Weight Watchers and stick with it for at least 12 weeks.  I’m currently in week 5!

#28–Get a Kitchen Aid Mixer.  My mom got me one for my birthday back in April!  I used it to make Red Velvet cupcakes and it was AWESOME.

#45–Pay off all Credit Card debt.  I have paid off one, and should have the other paid off by the end of July!

#70–Make a new friend.  I’ve made several, but I’ve left it as “In Progress” because really, who wants to say they’re done making friends?!

Well, that’s all for now.  But I’m working on more posts that I’ll put up soon!


Oh jeez…  So I see that it’s been nearly two months since I last posted.  I can’t believe it’s been that long.  I could make a lot of excuses about why, but I think the thing that best illustrates how busy I’ve been is that I moved into my new apartment a few days before that last post, and I still haven’t finished unpacking!  Yikes!

So, here are some other things I’ve been up to…

1.  I am so amused by this.  It totally reminds me of my old job, and the kids I worked with there.

2.  I’ve been to Colorado, Nevada, and Utah (twice).  I’ve taken lots of pictures; I just need to unpack the CD of drivers for my camera so I can upload them!

3.  I survived total craziness.  Seriously, that thing went right past my apartment!  Some of the worst damage is just 3 or so blocks from my house.  Here’s a map of the path.  See that “10” in a white circle–the one under where it says “Highland Ave NE”?  Yeah, that’s exactly where my apartment is.

4.  I updated my 101 in 1001 list, just a little.  The only thing I’ve really accomplished is that I bought a DVD player.  I decided that I wanted to watch all of Sex and the City on DVD prior to the movie coming out in May.  I’m about halfway done!

5.  I just went to Bryce Canyon, which inspired me to write again, so I have a post waiting the wings, but I think it needs photos!  I also won $100 at the casinos in Vegas on the same trip…  It was awesome.

Ok, I’ll post more soon…  But first I have to do my taxes!

Every time I move, or am spending several nights in a new place, I dream more (or, at the very least, I tend to remember my dreams more).  Saturday night, during my move to Atlanta, I had the craziest dream! 
So, here’s the story…  One of my former RAs (we’ll call him WackyMac) was apparently a volunteer for the Bonaroo concert festival, and as a part of his volunteer duties, he was assigned to assist and escort Bruce Springsteen.  This, somehow, involved WackyMac driving Bruce around in his own personal car.  And for some reason, WackyMac had me and 3 other people in the car, too.  So, WackyMac was driving, I was in the middle, and Bruce was in the front passenger seat.  Then, there were 3 other people (I don’t remember who, but they were friends of ours, possibly one of them was another former RA, the Geologist) in the back seat.  We were driving on a really bumpy dirt or gravel road, and at the same time, WackyMac and I bust out singing, “oh oh oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road” and then start laughing hysterically.  Bruce laughed, too, and apparently thought it was awesome that we started singing his song, because then he started trying to hold my hand and hit on me in a Joey-from-Friends, how-you-doin’ kind of way.  I was like “Heck yes, Bruce Springsteen!” because, come on, it was BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN, but the 3 people in the back seat were making snide comments the whole time.
Then we dropped Bruce off, said we would see him when the concert started, and then we went back to WackyMac’s house to get ready for the concert.  Then some girl–I knew her, I think, and it’s possible she was an RA from another building the same year WackyMac was an RA in my building–came over and for some reason she wasn’t allowed to know where we were going so I had to try to block her from seeing the concert tickets so she wouldn’t try to come hang out with us and Bruce Springsteen later…  And then I woke up. 
So weird, right?

So, I’m not sure if I mentioned this in my last post about my new job, but I got it really quickly and had to move to Atlanta very quickly.  Which is awesome, but also stressful.  Luckily, I have a very wonderful and kind friend who already lives near Atlanta (we’ll call her La Professor) and is letting me stay with her.  This story is about her townhome, and the adventure we had after work one day…

So, I pulled up in the driveway and saw La Professor wandering around in the yard talking on her cell phone.  That was pretty strange, but I thought maybe she’d just gotten home a few minutes before me and hadn’t made it inside yet.  I got out and found out that there was a potential gas leak in LP’s house.  Here’s what transpired before I arrived: La Professor arrived home and caught a whiff of gas in her house.  She went next door and knocked on her neighbor’s door to ask him to come next door and see if he could smell gas as well, but there was no need because in his apartment, the gas scent was so strong it would knock you down.  So they called the gas company and stood outside in the chilly twilight until he arrived to check it out.

So by the time I got there, Fernando the Gas Man was walking around the townhouses with his little gas detecting machine, trying to find the source of the leak, and also finding dangerous/not up to code conditions in both houses.  When he came back outside and saw us standing in the yard, he said, “What are you doing?  Do not be afraid of the gas!”  La Professor told him that when she called the emergency line for the gas company, they told her to stay outside the house.  He thought that was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard!  “Do not be afraid of the gas!” he kept saying, with his Spanish accent.  “Power is far more deadly!”

Fernando then proceded to show La Professor how to light her pilot light and how to light her gas stove when the lights were off.  He was the nicest and most helpful utility person I’ve ever seen.  But when we went in the kitchen, Fernando got very interested in the bread* that was rising in the oven, almost ready to bake.  “How long does this take?” he asked, pointing at the pale loaves.  “Only about 35 minutes,” La Professor replied.  “Well…  What else can I do that takes 35 minutes?” Fernando asked, and winked.  LP told him he was welcome to stay and she would happily give him a loaf, or that he could go somewhere else and come back when it was ready.  He laughed and said no, no, he was just kidding.  Then he went off to help the neighbor with his not-up-to-code issues. 

Twenty minutes or so later, there was loud banging at the patio door.  “Has it been 35 minutes yet?”  Fernando yelled through the window.  Sadly, he had to leave before the bread was done, because we gladly would have sent him off with a loaf or two.

Oh, and it turns out that the third townhome over from LP’s was the source of the leak.  It is unoccupied, up for sale, and no one could contact the owner, but Fernando turned off the gas to make sure that we would all be safe!


*It must be said that La Professor (and her mom, from whom she gets the recipe and approximately 30-year-old bread starter) makes the BEST sourdough bread EVER.  Seriously.