I couldn’t blog for a long time because my mind was all BABY and I wasn’t spilling the beans till the first trimester was done. Now I can chat. I will be back to chat and say what is up in the land of the ITP girl with a bun in the oven but right now there is an organic hotdog calling my name!

This weekend was a busy one. Joe’s mom came into town and we went out to east constantly. Silver Skillet, Six Feet Under, Ormsby’s, Fat Matt’s Rib Shack. On Sunday we decided that the brunch buffet at the 57th FIghter Group would be too much so we opted for West Egg instead. We go there at 11:30ish so of course there was a wait. But my friend Nadine was there from Thread and Canvas and she told me that another sale was forthcoming this May! Too happy about that.

After gorging myself the entire weekend I was going to take it light. But alas I did not. Banana Bread French toast for me with a side of bacon please. The caramel syrup that they float the huge pieces of banana bread has probably given me diabetes but that it ok. I have now tasted the sweetest thing in Atlanta and I am proud of that. The bacon and maple donut from Sublime donuts has nothing on this thing.

After saying goodbye to his mom at the airport we had the luxury if going to my moms house to bury her cat that just died. I wish I was kidding but I am not. Joe, being the dream husband that he is picked up the shovel and started moving ground. When he was done digging and she had placed the thing in the whole he asked, “Is that it? Are you going to say anything?”. My mother casually said, “No”, and Joe sealed the little things tomb. I only pray that “Pet Cemetery”has no actual facts to it. If it does that entire backyard is going to rise from the dead and she will be up the creek with out a paddle.

Happy Wednesday.

Life is what you make of it. The decisions you make form that life so you better make the right ones. 36 years ago my mother made the decision to buy a home with her then husband, my ex-father. Now it is 2010 and she has to manage the lawn on that half-acre lot that she fully owns. A few weeks ago she nearly sliced off two of her fingers when she made the decision to get out early and mow the lawn with a sinus headache. Not a good choice! All is well now but she needs to have her lawn guy mow the back as well as the front now.

I once accused her of only having children so that she would have someone to do the lawnwork for her. She immediately said, “Yes, I did. Now go pick up those pinecones!” Because of this I loathe lawnwork. Not only do I never want to waste and entire Saturday spreading mulch and mowing, I really dont’t want to spend my money right now to have someone else do it for me! I don’t even want to drive up to my home and see something that needs to be done which would mean I would have to call the lawn guy. I like looking out of my windows and seeing the view above instead. No lawn to mow, no hedges to cut. If I want to walk in the grass or have a picnic, I can walk down a block to the park. Luckily I married a man who purchased a condo with this view. And luckily we share the same views when it comes to lawnwork… TIME WASTED! 

Now I am not frowning on people who have chose to purchase houses in Coweta County with three acres to mow. It is their choice. There are many types of living situations to suit the many moods of many types of people. What suits me is coming home, sitting on the balcony, and soaking up some vitamin D. Don’t hate.