What a day!

It all started last night. I was cheating on my diet (shame, shame) and had a small glass of Bailey's Irish Creme. I took it into the bedroom, put it on the bedside table, turned around and the Bitch Cat from Hell knocked it over on to the floor. So I had all this sticky, sweet stuff dripping down the table, on the rug and the dust ruffle. Oh well, I didn't need the drink anyway. So I get up this morning to make my coffee, go to pour it into my thermos and spill 4 espresson shots on my hand, pants, cabinets and floor. I hope that's the end of that. So guess what I'm doing tonite?? It's time (AGAIN) for a major cleaning. I need to hire a maid.

Shopping
I'm really not a shopper. That's not my idea of a fun afternoon, going to the mall. But last night I was motivate for some reason. I bought a sorely needed purse, a nice blouse, a table cloth and a pair of shoes. I went for the shoes, and happened to find the rest. Can you say 'Impulse buying?'

What was once old is new again...
The shoes I bought were clogs, simple slip on shoes. My friend had a pair last weekend that I really liked and I did find them at the store, but I didn't want to pay that much. Well, I decided I did want to pay that much, so I went looking for them. The point is, I have a nice pair of clogs I bought Back in the Day. I have friends younger than these shoes. They were popular back then, as were the low slung jeans and bell bottoms. I had a pair of purple, velour gold-digger pants. Low slung with no waistband, they fit tightly then flared big time at the knee. I loved those pants. I wore them with a screaming green polyester body suit. You know, the shirts that had snaps in the crotch, kinda like a bathing suit, but less fitting. I had long, stringy hair and square wire-frame glasses that the lenses kept popping out of on the tile floor in the bathroom. And yes, they would chip. But I was cool, or at least thought I was. I was only in junior high school! Just hang on to those clothes long enough, and they will come back in fashion. Just a shame they don't grow thru the years like you do!

Moratorium on McMansions.
The city of Atlanta has put a moritorium on building these large infill houses that are popping up all over the place. That is a good thing. We all want larger homes and if you buy into a nice neighborhood and build the biggest home on the block, then you've got it made. But what about the neighborhood asthetics? These homes are beautiful, and they are just replacing them with boxes. I don't like Home Owners Associations per say, but most of the rules are there for a reason. Like the size of houses you can build, or the distance from the curb or the height. Atlanta has more single family homes in the downtown area than any other town I've been in. Mostly they are beautiful 1920's bungalos, some are newer homes built in the same general dimensions. So the neighborhoods have a continuity. My parents live in a neighborhood in DC that was built in the early 50's, post war housing. Little 2 BR/1BA boxes on 1/2 acre of land. Some of their neighbors have expanded their homes, keeping with the feel of the neighborhood. One new neighbor bought a home, and built a McMansion. Doesn't fit with the rest of the neighborhood or entire area for that matter. Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.

More to come...
As things happen, I'll be posting. Thanks for taking the time to read. You're opinions are welcome but if you have to start calling me names, don't bother, I won't read them. As my Dad says 'Opinions are like a**holes, everyone has one.'