For the first time in over two weeks my bed is made, my clothes are all on hangers and actually in the closet (and not stacked or hanging in doorways or on doorknobs), garbage cans are emptied, old tapes that have been collecting dust in the corner of the living room for the better part of the last year are disposed of, all the bills are in tidy stacks on my kitchen table waiting to be addressed, my pedals are back on my road bike, and the best of all - I’ve reconnected to the outside world from home.

WiFi, oh how I’ve missed you.

Despite dog sitting Maya again this week which subsequently has me dragging my sorry, ragged (but firm and terribly cute) arse out of bed to walk her at the already soggy crack of dawn, life makes sense again.

Mmmm. Embracing the moral injunctions of Gestalt therapy.

The forecast in Atlanta today calls for sunshine and heatstroke, darlings, so please stay hydrated and lounge around just as much as your baby heart wants to.

In other news:

If you haven’t already received your engraved eVite embellished with gold flake and spelled out in entirely too fancy font with the details, plan to join me at Limerick Junction on August 27 to celebrate.

You needn’t know why, exactly; just know that I’m registered at Green’s on Ponce and www.amazon.com.

Booyah and kissy boo!

Please note the time in addition to the temp.

I’m taking the weekend off.

A shitty day that started with a courthouse visit ended with promise of another courthouse visit. What’s with that? It also ended with a short visit from Codie (you know Codie) and Tyler (of Pacesetter Steel Cycling Team fame who rarely updates his blog) as I sat perched in my now somewhat predictable spot on the stoop at Java Vino.

Amusingly enough I’d seen a few cyclists pass each other on the street before me an hour previous in opposing directions, and watched as one of them threw a bird at another who was donning a competitive team kit. I may or may not have known one or more parties involved, all that matters is it made me giggle on an otherwise dreadful day, and I didn’t even have my Coolpix handy to capture it.

Hallaluja for the little things, for friends in unexpected places to deliver a spot of sunshine when all the forecast calls for is rain, rain and more rain.

Oh, and don’t forget to read my wildly popular, mostly relevant, never the same as what you read here but sometimes related entries on the AtlantaMetroBlog!

One of the Russian guys I work with says his home country has too much land and it’s become unmanageable. I hear you brother, and I’ll ease your pain.

I think I’ll buy a few thousand acres with my piggy bank fund and start my own country. I’ll be able to create my own capital (and struggle against my inner narcissist by not naming it after myself), my own currency, symbols, song…it’ll be great. Hell, maybe I’ll even use my kickball theme song, once I figure out what that is.

You are all invited to be royalty in my new land. Whee!

Until then though, I’m hopping on yet another bandwagon and shamelessly asking for your vote:

Creative Loafing - Best of 2005

Note: you may have issues connecting due to a) the site getting spanked or b) voting may be closed by the time you click here. :\

Put a tiara on my head, plant a kiss on my hand and call it official…I am a freaking Princess.

Starting today, I’m spreading the love and following in the staggering footsteps of my former protégé (think Kung Fu, Grasshopper) and will be the newest author on atlanta.metroblogs.com…see also my first piece on going WiFi in the City

Swing on through for hopefully daily Atlantacentric bits and pieces as noted by yours truly. Feel free to send me your inside scoops or suggestions for things you’d like to see more of, I swear I won’t go all Rove on you.

See ya there - kissy boo!

Oh, and thanks for the roses, they’re beautiful.

An early dinner last night at Pura Vida was not impressive. Six dollar “tapas”, similarly priced “pinchos”, and a table full of mouth breathing rough-putters next door that offered a worthless pile of rotten eye candy. Not fun to look at. Not fun not to look at. Codie and I traded war stories of the weekend: his wedding duties in Chi town vs. my downtime + umpteen power cleaning binges. Codie won.

Building on the kickball theme that I started but didn’t finish yesterday, we have a new development and as usual I need your help.

The team we played against this week had a few things going for it (and yet they still lost to us…*BAM* beotches) not the least of which as that of a power ballad house mix type CD. Each player in their lineup had a song which was burned to a cd in the order of the lineup ala major league baseball and would have their moment of music zen when they came up to kick.

We decided at the end of the game that our team needs the same kind of flair, so now I have to pick a theme song. Somehow I don’t think anything by Jackson Brown would fly.

Therefore…I’m leaning towards Gwen’s “I Ain’t No Holla Back Girl” but Codie is rooting for me to select “2 Legit 2 Quit” complete with hand signals and side stepping dance moves.

Your thoughts?