It’s 3:30 in the morning and I want a popsicle

I can’t sleep. I got out of bed this and headed for my living room, only to find a snoring little blond boy on the sofa. The Dog of Thunder followed me from his spot on the floor next to my bed to a new spot on the floor next to Blondie’s couch.

The rain outside is like the rain that you would hear on a soundtrack that one might buy to help with insomnia. The fan in the window has it’s own gentle hum that suggests a nap. Obviously, I’m not paying attention to those signs. I get to read posts in these early hours and eat the last popsicle in the house. Because sugar never interrupts sleep, right?

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It is crazy to see how many of my WordPress friends are awake too. Some because of geography, others because of insomnia. The world is not a lonely place at this hour, and that gives me comfort. If I had any popsicles left, I would share.

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Attention all Dragon Slayers and other cool cats, the Spring Party is over at Jason’s. You can bring your blog and your Easter Bonnet…and don’t forget your sunscreen!
I’m bringing my shameless plug for hunnedo.com and inventingreallife.wordpress.com and a nice jello salad with mini marshmallows

The Little Cantina that could (or should)

It is located in an affluent neighborhood with affluent people who should know better. A landscape that is peppered by fast food and chain restaurants, Star City Cantina’s status as an independent goes unnoticed by those who would rather drive thirty miles to eat within the Big City limits.

This wonderful place, is my home for Sunday nights. I wait tables on Sunday. I’ve found a good weekday job, but this restaurant is one I can believe in, one I want to succeed.

After work today,  my little family went there for dinner. Although I’ve tasted some of the food on their menu, to sit and enjoy it at our leisure was wonderful. For a Friday night, it wasn’t that busy, but much busier than it is on my Sunday night shift. They serve a la carte tacos and many other dishes, but I love some street tacos. I ordered one of these for my husband and I to share:

  • Fried Chicken Taco
  • Carne Asada Taco
  • Baked Grouper Taco
  • Mojo Pork Carnitas Taco
  • Side of Plantains (Maduros)

I was blown away at the quality and flavor profile of these taco wonders. I would expect that kind of bang downtown. My hubs is smitten with the salsa verde, I have to bring that home with me at the end of my shift. Incidentally, all salsa are made in house. My boss, the owner, brought a big bowl of verde to our table. My boss is a really good guy.

That’s why I don’t understand. The Chili’s located a mile away has an hour wait to get in on Friday night. I think Chili’s food is crap. Who wouldn’t want to support a local independent in favor of mundane?

So, if you find yourself heading to Northern Suburban Atlanta, I know a great joint I’d like to recommend…

Back in the game. Sales Baby!

Whew! I just finished up day three at my new grown up First Choice Job. I can’t share too many details due to a confidentiality agreement. I can tell you that I work for a company that sells a certain high ticket item out of a Big Box store. I have two customers, the first being anyone who wants to buy my item. The second are the employees of the Big Box store, who I have to train to be my sales people. I have 12 stores.

I couldn’t be more excited for this opportunity. Everyone that I work for/with, has nothing but praise for the company and management team. I am so excited to be on board with such a dynamic team.

Since this is a new contract with this retailer for the company. we’ve spent the last few days traveling around Georgia giving our stores some product knowledge. It’s been interesting to see how receptive everyone is to our product.

I am now only working at my Plan B job one day a week, not that it is at all lucrative, but I feel a responsibility to them. I will talk more about that later in the week.

I can say that I miss my Bloggy Buddies, I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you! I expect that I will be posting a bit less, but I still intend on checking in to catch up daily. Everyone be well!

Phil Brody’s ESC,

Today’s post was made possible by my local county court system. I was able to download and begin reading the book I am reviewing due to the fact that I had to spend the better part of Wednesday in the jury pool room. I was not selected and never saw the inside of the courtroom. I was forced into a state of peace and quiet, without children, television noise, or housework. In short, I chose to do whatever the Hell I wanted (within the confines of that room, kind of). I read without interruption.

A couple of years ago, I picked up “The Holden Age of Hollywood” at my local library.  A book that’s so original, it seems to need its own genre to define it. It is one of my favorite reads from that year.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAESC: a nostalgic guide to breaking up with the corporate world to pursue what you love

I was curious when I saw that Phil Brody’s new book was a memoir, because it is a departure from his last book. Again, I was not disappointed with ESC, because it takes the memoir genre and twists it into a different kind of ball game. This book winds in, out and through time, without chronology. We meet Phil Brody at different intervals in his life. Sometimes he’s a child, sometimes a naive young adult, a jerk (or a dick, if I want to quote the book), or Carefree Phil.

Sometimes he lies. More aptly, brings you into some cool Walter Mitty imaginary scenes. The best lies involve the scenarios where he escapes from the shackles in his cubicle and the world of advertising. Quitting a job looks like so much fun through his imagination. Pulling a Peter Gibbons* and ditching those damn TPS Reports*. Breaking up with the corporate world to pursue what you love. Damn It Feels Good to Be a Gangsta.

ESC is also a love story, a tribute to Brody’s hometown. Chicago’s character is present everywhere. When he reminisces about his youth, he brings his reader back into his Mid Western World: a world filled with dodge ball games, recess, break dancing and Haiku writing. ESC is book is for every adult who feels constricted by the conventions of adulthood, who longs for the simplicity of 7th grade, a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors,  or a first apartment. Escape is possible because Phil Brody brings us there with this book.

Bonus Haiku Tribute to ESC:

Brody Ee Es See

Read during jury duty

Read, read, read this now

* and don’t even tell me that you haven’t seen Office Space

Five Photos, Five Stories: Day Five, Sara’s Easter

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Ritu from But I Smile Anyway invited me to participate in this challenge.

Five Photos, Five Stories. Like most challenges, it isn’t without rules, or better said, a loose set of guidelines:

  • Post a photo each day for five consecutive days
  • Attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you.
  • At the end of each day, nominate one other blogger to take part

For my Day Five nomination, I’m going to nominate jin okubu for my last nomination. Go get ’em Jin


Day Five: Sara’s Easter Egg

I can’t remember when it all began. My daughter Sara has turned dying Easter Eggs into her own artistic endeavor. Every year, it seems, the eggs are more lovely than the last. If you would like to know more about this, in Sara’s own words, head on over to hunnedo.com and check it out.

Five Photos, Five Stories: Day Four, Sonic the Hedgehog

Ritu from But I Smile Anyway invited me to participate in this challenge.

Five Photos, Five Stories. Like most challenges, it isn’t without rules, or better said, a loose set of guidelines:

  • Post a photo each day for five consecutive days
  • Attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you.
  • At the end of each day, nominate one other blogger to take part

For my Day Four nomination, I’m going to nominate ellesuperstar from Full Circle


Day Four: Upping the Ante on Halloween Costumes

For little Blondie’s second Halloween, I sewed his costume. He was Max from “Where the Wild Things Are”. wild maxHe roared his terrible roar. Since he was little, he didn’t solicit my mad costume making skills. Continue reading