Let me tell you about my couple of days

Thursday saw an early start for a business call that got cancelled, so I worked through, and found myself well prepared for my late lunch. At the pub I met Joe (I'm getting used to it) and some friends for the Champion's League game and Irish boxties.

After the first half I ran to Che's for my warranty-covered hair trim, and back home to finish off the day's work. Around 7, Joe and I finish our respective work days, and met in the courtyard for a beer and a chat.

Friday, I was working from the 'boibs, as I do every other week or so. So I spent the day in Roswell, which I enjoy because it also entails play time with the dog. Lunch at a tea house, and back down to Buckhead, where Joe and I choose to go play some tennis. So we get in to our gear, grab a couple of rackets and bottles of water, and walk - yes: walk - across the street to the free tennis courts in our little park. It was just that easy.

And that is what I call a good week.

My weekend promises beer tastings and tater tots, so I'm looking forward to that too. 

Good business practice

Yesterday I got a haircut. It came with a seven day warranty, which I used today for a further trim. Thank you Toni of Che's Hair Salon (if you go tell her I sent you!)

Before:                                                                               After:

                                                       With use of warranty:

Life at a new pace

Changing your routine is a great thing. It's a bit like throwing away everything you own and starting again from nothing, you discover you need and want completely new things. This is also why every six months I change each of my productivity apps, it allows me to tear them down and start over.

Case in point: my husband, now commonly known as Joe*. A later start and no commute means he wakes up at the same time as he did in our London life, reads the news over breakfast, and then changes in to gym clothes. His first activity of each day is 30 min- an hour in the gym downstairs. Then back up, quick shower and ready to start work by half past 8. And he looks so happy doing it.


* as a side note: all our American friends think it is awful he wants to go by Joe, and encourage him to keep his name Giuseppe. For him, of course, it is the American name which sounds new and exotic, and he is thrilled when he is recognised by it. 

And I am computerfull

Thank you all PC users who enjoyed their little revenge last week, when my Mac was in the repair shop. Yes, you may think it's karma for all the times I laughed at your simple machines. It's not.

I'm computer-less

I ignored the signals and today my hard drive kaputted.

This was distressing and I am sad without my MacBook. But here are two things:

I re -organized my work load and feel more in control of tasks than I have in a while.

I saw more of Atlanta.

End of story.

Habemus Tags

It seems like a small thing, but it made us feel like adults: we have a license plate.

We also had to ask the lady at the registration office how to affix it to our car. She assumed a look of confusion and fear, as did her colleague next to her, I explained we are from out of town and they both laughed at us.

Good times.

More thoughts on Baby Showers

It strikes me as odd that we hold showers for pregnancy and, I now hear, weddings. In other words: occasions we plan and choose. And then ask others to subsidise.

Yet we don't hold such events for unexpected events, such as a sudden illness or accident. In other words: something we truly could not plan, did not invite and is now leaving us in a difficult situation.

Who can explain this to me?

When kids turn bad

And kill.

I had an unpleasant dream yesterday in which I was following a 12 year old homeless kid who was a brutal serial killer basing his murder scenes on Winnie the Pooh stories and who looked just like Justin Bieber.

My office takes shape

Lucky me, spending Sunday at Ikea... and quite literally being lost in the parking lot as we hunted high and low for our sweet Abby. (Yes: we were on the wrong floor, we eventually realised).

Having purchased the (hopefully) last pieces needed, for my home office, I now get to spend any free time doing this:

In other news we finally tried the Atlanta Fish Market on Sunday, which was great. We are still getting used to the size of things here though, is it strange that it seemed huge to us?

I have Pinterest

And it's odd, because mu most populated boards and likes are clothes and food. It's odd because I don't shop and I dont' cook.

My Pinterest.

I have an Aveo

The "Settling in" nears completion, with the big step of the automobile purchase.

I called her Abby (thank you Jen) - it's an alliteration.

More importantly: she's a Chevvy. The first car I remember my family owning was also a Chevrolet. Because we moved to the country with the smallest streets available, so they bought the largest car they could find.