Peaches Prattlings











I cannot tell you how amazing my friends are! Especially during this past week! WOW!

I know I’ve told you how great my friends are, last year when I was packing my house to move to Colorado, I had friends help me at different stages.

CA, SDL and CKM helped me paint the bedroom and bathroom so the house would be sale worthy. CKM also helped me pack boxes a few times and was with myself and DCM when we were having the yard sale and packing the truck in the same weekend. TS was there a few times to help me pack. It was a team effort and if I have forgotten someone from last years events, I APOLOGIZE!

This week was crazy too! And without my friends, I would probably not have gotten half as far! I got in Friday morning and got a few things done, but it was Saturday and Sunday that rocked! The first person to show up was TS, who brought her packing abilities and food! As she was leaving, RJS was came to help me pack boxes and move things around the garage. After she left, BG showed up and helped me move boxes and pack more stuff. This is just Saturday!

After BG left, I continued to work, moving boxes, packing and moving stuff around. About 9:30, I messaged DG across the street and he and his wife, CG were kind enough to let me shower at their house, as I had no hot water. It was FABULOUS! I talked to them for a while and then headed home to get some sleep, early day Sunday.

Sunday had me up early to get started on the yard sale. About 11, who drives up but TS, what? I wasn’t expecting her, but welcomed her! She came ready to pack and move and feed me, wahoo!

We went crazy on the garage, getting everything set up for the movers and packing her SUV to take things to Goodwill and that vehicle was packed to the gills! Eventually she left and DG came over to get his ladder and I asked if they could keep my artwork and plant and helped me find my house key, very important!

Now all I had to do was find movers, a storage unit and someone to be there to greet the movers, RS to the rescue! She was able to get the lock and key for the storage unit, meet the movers, take them to the storage unit, lock up after they go and supervise, thank you!

Tomorrow, my good friend CMD is going to be cleaning my house top to bottom so the new tenants can move into a clean house on Friday, as well as getting the rest of the stuff out of the garage for donation.

Do you remember the saying “it takes a village”? It really does! And without my friends, I would have been absolutely LOST!

To my friends, I say THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I am so lucky!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



{July 24, 2014}   Crazy drivers

I’m so very glad I have good reflexes!

Tonight, one of my greatest fears almost came true and so glad it didn’t.

I was driving back to the hotel about 8:45 pm and as the light had changed for me, I drove forward, not expecting someone to run the opposite light.

Having quick reflexes saved me from being t-boned.

People, please see be careful!



{July 22, 2014}   Work spouses

Do you have one? Do you even know what these are?

A work spouse is a person you work with and are close with, maybe you do stuff together at work or after work, maybe you travel together and since you spend so much time with each other, usually at least eight hours a day, really get to know each other, they become your work husband or work wife.

I’ve joked about having a few work husbands throughout my years in the workforce, but the one that was strongest, who I am still friends with is ST. We met on a project back in 2009 and hit it off immediately, knew we worked and traveled well together and then were able to hang out and become friends.

The following year we went on a business trip to a client location in Chicago and despite the weather, had a great time battling the cold, snow and ice and became even more office “spousy”. When we would go out to dinner at night, and since I eat no meat and he eats no vegetables, when he would order a meal, he would ask what vegetables I wanted and then I would eat them off his plate, how goofy is that?

It is important to have friends in the workplace and if you have someone you are close enough to have as a work spouse, you are in good company!



{July 21, 2014}   Jokes

Not all jokes are funny. It’s just a fact.

What’s funny to you may not be funny to me, c’mon, who’s kidding, I’ll probably laugh, even when it’s not funny. And of course, what’s not funny to me may be hysterical to you.

My dad cracks me up with the jokes he tells me, I get some good material from him and one of my favorite things about driving to LKs house is a pest control company that has a marquee with jokes, a lot of bug related jokes “What do you get when you mix an insect and a rabbit: bugs bunny!” “What’s smarter than a talking parrot: A spelling bee!” I’ll be here all week folks!

For the book I’m writing, JSAC suggested I use some of the jokes as chapter headers, what a great idea. Something to make you laugh, hopefully without crying after.

Do you love going to comedy clubs or watching comedians on tv? I do! Do you get some good material to share with friends? Where else will you learn?

As they say, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, same thing with jokes, right? So, what makes you giggle, snicker, laugh, guffaw, crack up, snort? Please share, I love to laugh!



So to speak.

As I mentioned, I went to Atlanta this weekend to try to sell my furniture so that the renters can move in on Friday! What? wow that was quick! Well, that’s what I said anyway.

I drove to my house Friday and it hit me, this was going to be the last two nights I was going to spend in that house.That was a big revelation. 

I keep hearing that I can always go back and I can, but…I live in Denver now and really like it and if I moved back to Georgia, i don’t think I’d live in Loganville, I’d live closer to downtown, ITP or Inside The Perimeter. But..as I said, i like Colorado and I don’t see myself moving back, I feel at home there.

In addition, the house has been rented, for at least a year, hopefully two, maybe even longer or maybe at some point it will get sold, but I don’t live there anymore. I had been ok packing last year, I don’t think I really had time to get emotional, it was all happening so quickly. This time, I was still moving fast, but over the last year, I’ve spent a bunch of time at the house and now, that’s not going to happen anymore. 

When I packed last year, I didn’t feel anything sad, i was moving to something new and I had already removed most evidence of the wasband. This time, it was a little weird. I was taking things down for the last time and as I did that, the walls got more bare and things started to hit me a little. Nothing major, just a little here and there. There were one or two moments as I was packing things or moving them I thought to myself, “if it wasn’t for the wasband, I wouldn’t be here doing this or by myself” and then i got over that post haste. 

I can tell you seeing the walls bare was a little unsettling, almost as if the life I built never happened, like a clean slate. But then I think about being in Colorado and Michigan and all the amazing experiences I had in Georgia and that house and what my life is like now and I’m happy. 

And the best part…I will have more financial freedom, I say that I work a corporate job to pay for my house and to a certain extent that is true. When I go to Atlanta, I will be able to couch surf and see all my friends and family that I want and not have to worry about checking on the house or driving all the way out there. There have been some very bright spots.

Luckily, I had to rush to get to the airport or I probably would have thought about it even more, but I have my memories and a whole mess o’stuff! besides, it was just a shell, it’s what we put into it that counts. And, as my friend JSAC says, “It’s all good” 

 



So to speak.

As I mentioned, I went to Atlanta this weekend to try to sell my furniture so that the renters can move in on Friday! What? wow that was quick! Well, that’s what I said anyway.

I drove to my house Friday and it hit me, this was going to be the last two nights I was going to spend in that house.That was a big revelation. 

I keep hearing that I can always go back and I can, but…I live in Denver now and really like it and if I moved back to Georgia, i don’t think I’d live in Loganville, I’d live closer to downtown, ITP or Inside The Perimeter. But..as I said, i like Colorado and I don’t see myself moving back, I feel at home there.

In addition, the house has been rented, for at least a year, hopefully two, maybe even longer or maybe at some point it will get sold, but I don’t live there anymore. I had been ok packing last year, I don’t think I really had time to get emotional, it was all happening so quickly. This time, I was still moving fast, but over the last year, I’ve spent a bunch of time at the house and now, that’s not going to happen anymore. 

When I packed last year, I didn’t feel anything sad, i was moving to something new and I had already removed most evidence of the wasband. This time, it was a little weird. I was taking things down for the last time and as I did that, the walls got more bare and things started to hit me a little. Nothing major, just a little here and there. There were one or two moments as I was packing things or moving them I thought to myself, “if it wasn’t for the wasband, I wouldn’t be here doing this or by myself” and then i got over that post haste. 

I can tell you seeing the walls bare was a little unsettling, almost as if the life I built never happened, like a clean slate. But then I think about being in Colorado and Michigan and all the amazing experiences I had in Georgia and that house and what my life is like now and I’m happy. 

And the best part…I will have more financial freedom, I say that I work a corporate job to pay for my house and to a certain extent that is true. When I go to Atlanta, I will be able to couch surf and see all my friends and family that I want and not have to worry about checking on the house or driving all the way out there. There have been some very bright spots.

Luckily, I had to rush to get to the airport or I probably would have thought about it even more, but I have my memories and a whole mess o’stuff! besides, it was just a shell, it’s what we put into it that counts. And, as my friend JSAC says, “It’s all good” 

 



{July 19, 2014}   What a day!

Today started early and it’s now wrapping up, may I pass out now?

Today started at 7 AM, and I’m getting into bed right now. 6 am will be here before you know it!

I have so many things to tell you about, but you’ll just have to wait!



You know those Military homecoming video clips where the Soldier, Sailor, Air person, Marine surprises their loved ones? Yeah, the ones that require a box of tissues?

Well, if you’re like me at all, you watch one because you saw it on Face Book or Yahoo or someone sent it to and when it’s over, there are links to other videos like it. As you watch, you start off smiling, then crying, smiling, crying and an hour later, you have gone through an entire box of tissues and your face hurts from smiling and crying and your shirt is wet because you started off using it and then realized you had tissues and then you’re out of tissues. Sound familiar?

I admire anyone who is in a military family and has loved ones serving on foreign soil, I don’t know if I would be as strong, but you never know how strong you are until you are in the same situation, walk a mile in their shoes.

Here is one link that was on Face Book today, I hope you enjoy it and I dare you not to click on all the links that come after it!

http://themetapicture.com/soldier-disguised-as-scuba-diver-surprises-his-family/



{July 12, 2014}   Ballpark = Expensive

It feels like you almost have to take out a loan when you go to a sporting event!

Do you remember going to baseball games as a kid? It’s professional I’m talking about now, please keep in mind.  I know it wasn’t always cheap, but I remember when I used to go to Yankee Stadium to see the Yankees and sitting in the bleachers.

Being a “Bleacher Creature” was cheap! Give maybe five or ten dollars a ticket and five dollars got me a pretzel and drink and change! Now…not so.

Today, KLS and I drove into Chicago to go to a Cubs game.  Guess who they were playing….The Atlanta Braves! What are the odds!

We decided on the bleachers. Sounds good, I’ll get the tickets.  What happened to those prices? $67 plus taxes and fees! Huh! Then we get to the game and is time for food…

Two pretzels, chess sauce, one water and one beer…$24! What?

To be honest, unless you’re going knowing you’re not getting food, you’re mentally prepared to spend cash on food. It’s part of the charm, right?



{July 10, 2014}   Marshmallows…

Make me happy. Yeah, that’s about it.

Kidding, I will tell you more about my thoughts on marshmallows. I haven’t always liked marshmallows, but they are a little bit of fun and fluff.

But…I’m not into eating Fluff though, I think it’s weird, you know Fluff and peanut butter sandwiches? No appeal to me at all. As you know, I don’t like chocolate unless there is peanut butter involved, but every once in a while, if there is a campfire and s’mores, I will make one, it’s fun. What could be better? Squishing a piece of chocolate and a marshmallow between two graham crackers…yeah, sounds good. And messy.

I remember being a kid and taking marshmallows and pulling them apart to make taffy, sticky but fun. And who doesn’t like marshmallows melting into their hot chocolate?  And come on, how long did you search for the perfect stick to put the marshmallow on to roast it over an open fire or maybe in the fireplace on a cold winter’s night, living room camping!

Why am I inspired to tell you about my affection for the little white fluffy things? [Aside from the fact that you never know what is going to come out of my mouth?] Yesterday, KLS and I were running errands and were in the grocery section of the store and I saw a bag of giant, square marshmallows and decided to buy the bag. I can tell you that I will probably have this bag for a year. I can’t eat very many of them at all, they are so sweet, so I will eat one and then maybe the next day have another and then…it will probably be a week or so before I have another so…

Be on the lookout, I will be sharing them, why not, it’s like sharing a bit of love.

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