a hint for my sister

I know you're having problems with the date that your posts are getting published... as in they can be years off. Have you tried 'Post Options' that is at the very lower left corner of a post where you write in it. You can set the post date and time for automatic or a scheduled time.

wondering...

... where my picture of Chloe's new hair cut is.

my beloved south atlanta

Y'all should follow my 'beloved south atlanta' blog too.

Running

I think there are people made to run... and those who weren't... I love running, and I hate running. Sometimes I just don't want to run. I have learned Mom is sssooo right! Running shoes frequently used to wear out after 6 months. I've been running on old shoes - probably way past 6 months. I have been feeling it and haven't really been doing much running as a result - more walking than running. I got new running shoes last week. LOVE THEM. New Balance. Only New Balance for me. And they aren't big and clumpy, but small and cute... for running shoes. I've been running again  now that I don't feel it in my knees. Tonight I ran my first mile in 10 minutes. Woo-hoo! And I almost ran my second mile in 10 minutes - somewhere around 11 or 11.5 minutes. And I walked some of that second mile, so I really had to bust it out the end of the second mile. Ran 3 miles. That definitely is NOT a marathon like Chad, but it feels good for me.... especially since I haven't been full out running in the last couple of weeks.

4 and counting

Tomorrow will be the 4th day that the Atlanta Public School System is shut down... and therefore the 4th day I won't have had work. The Starrs drove over and rescued us for dinner at the Matador and a trip to Target. It was 'interesting' driving, but Caleb is a pro.

Here's a photo of Carrie and I enjoying the snow day yesterday.

3 days

Carrie and I are working on 3 days of being snowed into our home. Things started melting yesterday, but that made things even more difficult today. Our driveway is now ONE SOLID SHEET OF ICE. I managed to slide my way up the driveway this morning to walk to the neighborhood coffee shop. I having been getting cabin fever and had to escape. Of course it wasn't easy. When I tried to go up last part I slide back into my car. Had to cling to the fence on the side and dig my hiking boots into the ice/snow on the side. On the way back I was able to dig the sides of my boots back into the ice/snow on the sides of the driveway, but that was gone about half way down. I literally slide the rest of the way down and bit the dust right in front of my door. Laughed the whole entire time as it was just the craziest experience. My right thumb is bleeding and throbbing and my nail cracked. Carrie and I are not venturing back out there until there is some major melting of the single sheet of ice.

the 'blizzard' of 2011

Amazing Street Photography

What a find! This woman's work from so long ago is amazing!!!!!!!! Breath Taking!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWEDOnBfDUI

rough life

I lead such a rough life. Working today at my neighborhood coffee shop. Sitting on the couch in jeans and my favorite sweatshirt. Doing research to create our policy/policies on entering a neighborhood. In an hour a neighbor joins me so we can start working on pulling together the neighborhood directory. I love my life. Sometimes it's just so rough.

a rare opportunity

One thing that I have grown to appreciate about living in one place is the level of trust and openness that comes with deeper relationships. Doors to talking about race and connected issues have opened. Ms. Mary Porter (one of the senior citizens in my neighborhood) calls me her right hand woman. She has told me many stories of South Atlanta and growing up in Segregation. During one car ride she told me about how there are still moments when a white man stops to hold open a door for her or calls her ma'am or looks to her for advice that she is filled with awe and wonderment. She grew up in an age where white men would at best ignore her existence and to experience something so different is still very special and amazing to her. She also told me a story of how a family member (cousin or nephew or something) drove her to a meeting at one of her church member's houses. When they pulled up to the house a white man stepped out on the porch. The relative asked if they were at the right place and was shocked to hear that not only was the white man's house, but the white man also was her church member with whom she was coming to meet with. I treasure these conversations and want to take advantage of them as long as possibility as I don't know just how rare this opportunity is.

my new blog

http://southatlanta30315.blogspot.com/

I decided to create a new blog that helps tell my neighborhood's story... don't really want people to know about this personal one, so I've created it under a different person (SouthATLGirl). Here's the link if y'all want to check it out.

Christmas with the Shads

I might not have spent Christmas on the sunny beaches of Kwaj, but I did get a white Christmas - first one in a long time. Now I did miss the first white Christmas in Atlanta in years... literally years... apparently Georgia Tech was not around when it snowed over Christmas.