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Archive for What the *^#@?
Such Positive Headlines For Atlanta Lately!
Here are just a few of my favorites:
1. Delta, Hartsfield-Jackson, Among Worst for On-Time Flight Arrivals (11 Alive News)
2. The group “Transportation for America” just listed Atlanta among the worst cities in the nation for pedestrians. (WABE)
3. Forbes rates Atlanta ‘most toxic city’ in U.S.(AJC)
Does anyone have anything else they would like to add? I mean, this makes me so warm and fuzzy about living here, especially when I am riding my bike, choking to death and getting hit by cars all at the same time…or when I am to fly out of the airport and wait an extra 45 minutes to take off….
Totally Egregious!
Thanks to Ben Taratoot who took this at his place of work here in the ATL. Man oh man. I guess it is a “compact” kind of Hummer?
My Trashy City
[tag]I live in Atlanta – and am tired of living in a city that looks and feels like crap. I have never before lived in a place where there is so much litter.[/tag] In fact, the litter drives me practically insane. Stuff is thrown out of cars on exits, there is litter on my walks with my dogs, there is trash quite frankly EVERYWHERE. And I am tired of it. But I am not sure what to do. I pick up litter all the time on my walks.
I also think that trash leads to broken windows and then to crime. You know, the “broken window theory.” We are seeing more trash, more graffiti, and more crime. No if, ands, or buts. It is here and we all must do something. Certainly, our leaders are doing nothing about the trash. They have cut funds from the state level to the city level. 
This photo was taken directly across the street from our illustrious City Hall East – I mean, seriously? No one picks up trash anymore, no one cuts grass along our highways, no one thinks this smaller problem can lead to much much bigger problems. But it does and it is. I find that some of the highest levels of crime are happening in the trashiest parts of our city. My blogging friend, Ben, of [tag]Terminal Station[/tag], has created a pretty amazing post about the rise of crime in our city. Check it out.
Anyway, pick up trash when you can. Get your neighborhood organizations to start “trash days.” Let’s try to do the little things to help our City along. God knows, it needs it – or the whole city will end up looking like Memorial Drive.
You Go, Girl (or Boy)
My friend, Sarah, spotted this fabulous license plate in the Wal-Mart at Howell Mill. Love it.
Not In GA…but it could be
This sign has been on the HWY 521 heading to the beach in South Carolina for as long as I can remember. I finally stopped my car and took a picture. The drawing of a “joker” really makes this all worthwhile.
Joel
First of all, Joel has gotten older. He has changed all of his photos from when he was in his 30′s to these new ones where he is not in his late 40′s? Early 50′s? I can’t tell anymore because I am getting old. Regardless, I can’t stand this new billboard (which by the way I took in a parking lot of a strip joint – not that I had been to that strip joint…just stopped to take a photo of Joel.) Either way, what photographer made him pose this way? Isn’t this like something we did when we were in grade school posing for Olan Mills?
I mean, really, Joel. You make a lot of money. Hire a good photographer and cross your arms or something!
On My Windshield at Target
Wow – Gotta love this…and please, take a look at the fabulous grammar and writing skills. If you go, tell me how angelic she is.
What The *#^@ ? Part Two
Wow. I am not sure even what to say to this one which we saw in the parking lot of a Waffle House in Gainesville, GA on our way to the outlet mall. Does this mean that God drove his Jag to the Waffle House on a Saturday morning? Or, does it mean that God purchased this Jag for the owner who was eating scattered, covered, and smothered hashbrowns at the Waffle House?
We just don’t know.
Signed, Sealed, and Delivered…
My neighbor, Johnnie (Big Mama) called me on Friday and asked if I could take her to the post office to “pick up her brother.” I was slightly confused and asked if she meant a package for her brother and she said, “yea, I need to pick up a package.” So, off we went in the rain to the post office. On our way, she started telling me that she was so mad her brother had died and that no one in her family wanted him. I asked her if it was the brother I had met, and she said that it was and that he had died and was being shipped to her. Finally, I got it. We were actually going to PICK UP HER BROTHER AT THE POST OFFICE!!!!
At this point, I was kinda excited about the whole trip – because I had been terribly annoyed to go out in the rain to pick up a package. But alas, no more! This was an adventure- something I had never done before – pick up a cremated body at the post office.
We got to the post office down the street and I told her I would go in so she would not have to get wet…secretly I wanted to be the one to pick the package up though! I walked to the window and told the lady at the counter that I had a package to pick up and whispered, “and it’s a person!” She said, “Girl we get that all the time and sometimes the boxes are all ornate.” I really really really wanted an ornate box, but when she brought it back, it was only a cardboard box. I did all the signing and brought it back to Johnnie in the car…and proceeded to take a picture of the box on her lap.
I would have felt I was being disrespectful, but Big Mama did not want her brother in the first place. ” I can’t believe it is not heavier,” I said, and Johnnie quipped back, “They burned all the fat off of him.” I asked her what she was going to do with him, and she said, “I am going to put him in the attic.”
The End.
