I just want to thank Georgia for allowing me to experience another January snow flurry rush that again turned the Atlanta area into a ghost apocalyptic -Jesus is coming town for about two days. This event has made Georgia an over night reality star. It all began Tuesday after 10 am , cute white dainty flurries started to dance around the area. LA-La-LA!, The cute little flurries were still flurrying ( if that’s a word ) around noon, so I took Frenchy, my pup, for a walk. I figured this should be interesting. Again this is my second snow experience in Atlanta , I knew it would not disappoint. I live near a popular mall in north Atlanta, literally ten minute walk; as I reach outside my subdivision , I hear horns, I then see cars bumper to bumper. I walk some more since Frenchy is a great lover of snow and cold weather frolicking along while I watch people honk to move although, no one can move since it’s bumper to bumper traffic. I witness two fender benders walking and heard one a distance away. I finished my little discovery walk around 1:30 pm, the flurries were still flurrying ( i like this word :)). The snow kept falling until late evening. I turned on the t.v. to watch, I really didn’t think it would have turned out the way it did-Really I didn’t.
This is what happen , Atlanta was given a warning for a few days the warning was confirmed 3 am Tuesday morning by the Weather Channel, which is located….in Atlanta. For some reason, schools were still functioning, people went to work , little was said. I must say I know there are some parents that had no choice , however for those of you who could have …WHY SEND YOUR KID TO SCHOOL?? countless little people had to spend Tuesday night and some /most of Wednesday stuck at school. Every employer did a sudden massive evacuation thus resulting in people on the road since 2 in the afternoon spending the night in their cars, abandoning their cars, walking to shelter. It was The Road come to life!.The roads were not pre-treated. The salt truck couldn’t really get in since the massive traffic jam, also they had sent the salt trucks further south of Atlanta to other cities they believed would be in worse shape. This was an epic fail just Epic. EPic. EPIc. EPIC…FAIL.
The results: AL Roker had to tell off the state of Georgia because they claim this came as a surprise. Governor Deal and Mayor Reed denied knowing then said they trusted local meteorologist over national, which makes no sense since the local -Weather Channel is located where again..in ATLANTA. Children and Teachers ended up having a sleep over at school. People spent 24 plus hours in their car, hopefully no one had to do a number two. People abandon their vehicles all over the perimeter. Major retailers Whole Foods , Home Depot and Target let people sleep over. Over a thousand accidents. People who could, let strangers spend the night ( this is southern hospitality). The National Guard came . A baby was born on the highway-Hello Gracie, Welcome to the “A” .
All this due to roughly two inches of snow.
In conclusion..I have none .
I am frustrated to see everyone ( I think) in a relationship and I always the sad puppy in the rain watching and hoping. UUUUGGHH! Maybe it is who I am around , or my standards, or my lack of knowledge about dating but everyone appears to have someone accept me. The closest to a relationship I have is with a guy across the Atlantic , who has a great admiration for Facebook’s soft porn with little Asian girls. *Fellas do not hit the like button because , Zuckerberg made a window where anyone can see everything you fancy on Facebook. And why do soft porn on Facebook, don’t give it away for “likes”, “selfies” and “shares”. I am sure there is money it it but seriously FB, go harder than that ladies.
SO I am borderline frustrated with the complex situation of being single, which is freeing. I have been able to commit all kinds of ridiculous adventures and only had to answer myself. I have no conscious about my exploits , I am out and about. Then there is a time when I am out and about and I want a hand to hold, a kiss to give. This turns my day from sunshine and rainbows to cloudy. It can happen any moment. Then I go on this teeter totter of single , finding a man or him finding me or how ever it works.
I don not know if it is all in my head but some friends have alienated me, since I am now a third wheel for a couple years now. I am running around like a five year old that ate a half a bag of sugar, to the point I forgot or I never learned the rules ( if any) of dating. Everything is so digital, overly forward and absolute timid in my world of dating. I meet a guy he is not into me or I am not into him or I just find him gorgeous until he speaks or he is just looking at my boobs or I realize I have no clue what to talk about when I get too nerdy or he is still looking at my boobs, or I wondering why he doesn’t eat vegetable;, how is potato chips his only “vegetable”? or I just stop trying.
This is how I end 2013; half crazy. Happy New Years!!
I have a new toy and it’s beautiful! I am going old school for the new year, actually starting today. I will be using a film camera, which is already complicated since film is not popular, I am not sure how to use this camera yet and I need a darkroom. The darkroom is not a necessity, yet what is the point of having such a beautiful camera and not developing the film myself. Also, I love thrift stores, not for the clothes, although they do have an okay selection in Atlanta. I love thrift for books, lockets and now cameras.
The best way to spend a rainy, chilly Saturday in Georgia. Throwing tomatoes at total strangers and friends, who have had a lot of beer before noon. Atlanta had running with the Bulls and Tomato Royalb food fight, it was good. First, for all the PETA people, it was not like Spain. The bulls rain for a max of six minutes with cowboys. The people that participated, really shouldn’t have because it was like being at a cowboy show in the corral. There was nothing going on. It made little sense. The animals were completely safe.
The tomato royale, was kind of dangerous; I got hit! And it hurt. They had some green tomatoes in the bunch. Otherwise, it was a blast. I fell on people, was covered with tomato juices and had an orgy of a good time.
So my sister is watching TV as I am practicing my facial expressions in the bathroom for a business portrait. She calls me to come look at something. This is how I learned that Risperdal can give boys’ female breast.
Is it me or does it not make you think about Bob from Fight Club and his rack…..
The More You Know….
In my family pork is and was a no-no. We were raised messanic Jewish. This may sound strange to outsiders , yet common in the island. However, there was no formal name for this, just apart of island heritage.
Jamaica has numerous religions to date, the basics are: Rastafarian, forms of Christianity and Obeah (pagan voodoo). As history books state Columbus sailed the ocean blue, landed in my country and ruined shit. My orginal ancestors in the carib were dealt the same fate as the native Americans-destroyed by unbathed, yet overly righteous people from across the Atlantic. As the years of struggle began, the fights escalated, changes progressed and christianity found a home in Jamaica along with British training. This is my land.
Back to the point , pork is a no-no for me. I have had it on rare occasions and everytime I end up dating my bathroom. So I usually tell people I don’t eat pork, if they are really confused I tell people I am a vegetarian.
I currently reside in the south, Atlanta to be exact. Home of the fried and bbq. This where French fry is a vegetable(not kidding), cobbler pies and some pregnant women enjoy eating white dirt aka corn starch and where mega-churches are everywhere. I work at a hospital that is so drama filled, I contemplate getting sued just to write about the strange that I am immersed in.
Working here I see the vast differences between north and south, cultures and values that at times I look too heathen or too uppity. I have never truly fit,yet I endure for reasons I will not explain.
There is a big dialog-vocabulary confusion at my job, especially when understanding the similarity of pork and bacon,sausage,ham,ribs,pork chops.
It all began like this;there was a Muslim patient who called me because he was given sausages patty for breakfast. I told him I will call and get him a different breakfast. I called the kitchen and told them the patients’ chart states no pork. The person on the other end says okay. Time passess a new tray arrives, it has bacon on it. I am confused. I tell the girl he eats no pork. She tells me okay. The third go around sausage links (how are sausage links different from sausage patty, I Don’t Know)! I gave him cereal and milk that is in the mini fridge.
I am so confused now regarding the defintion of pork. So I take a breathe and call the kitchen. I ask, “why every breakfast you sent had pork on it?” The manager apologize and told me that lunch will be better.
He got a big piece of ham for lunch to go with peas and mashed potatoes. I call and ask, do you know what pork is?
Me: and what else?
Answer: the sausage patty
Me: and ham and any other name you know. They all come from pigs. Pigs aka Pork are the same.
Please stop giving this man pig!
Answer: gotcha. I didn’t realize it.
Okay, I think success finally! I again gave him mini fridge food, again apologize and told him dinner will be better.
He got a pork chop, I begged his doctor to change his diet to vegetarian because my head hurts. Problem Solved.
I have dealt with this confusion in different venues in Atlanta. A friend told me once,”I had a big breakfast with eggs, fruit, bacon sausage and grits”. I said that’s a lot of pork in the morning. She told no they are different.
It never ends….
When I first began my blog I was confused on what it will mean. What would I write about? How can I express myself, improve my writing and open my artistic flow at the same type have no fear of what comments or judgements I can face. I have again been blessed, and able to live more of my dreams regardless of the uncertainty of really knowing the true how, where,why and when. Somehow, I persevered making dreams reality. Jour by Giorno means day by day in two languages , expressing my love for culture which comes with exploration.