I have decided there are so many things to see when in Atlanta. Not necessarily things you would think about, but stuff like billboards, church signs, or case in point below – wonderful license tags. So, intermittently on this blog, you will find great pictures taken throughout Atlanta. Enjoy!
Taken on Cascade Road – Atlanta.
Atlanta has surpassed Los Angeles and Philadelphia to become – guess what? The [tag]Bank Robbery Capitol of America[/tag]! Whoopee! I am so proud to live in a city with the most bank robberies. It sets such a standard other cities strive for. It seems to be quite easy to do. A grandfather can do it, young dumb rich girls can do it, even people who aren’t wearing sun glasses can do it. How exciting and how proud we should be! Makes me vaclempt…
I like [tag]Dana Fowle[/tag] a lot. She is quite fun in real life, is a darn good reporter, and she is looking really swanky lately… Anyway, Fox 5′s I-Team – which Dana is a part of- has done this undercover work on the hotels in our area and discovered how gross they are. Really gross. Things like not washing sheets if someone stays in the room only one night, or washing out the room water glasses with cleaner rather than soap and water. My favorite part of the story was watching the cleaning person talk on her cell phone as she puts a clearly marked DO NOT DRINK substance in the glasses and then wipes them down. As Dana says, “What we found out is hard to swallow.” (Get it? Dirty water glasses…)
The [tag]I-Team[/tag] took hidden cameras into places like the Downtown Holiday Inn, Alpharetta Embassy Suites, Sheraton Galleria Suites, and the Ritz!! and caught some really disgusting things. In case you missed the actual news this evening or last evening, you can go to Dana’s blog which I have so kindly linked to up in the first paragraph. Oh, and be sure to clean your own room AND bring your own glasses and towels next time you go to a hotel. Eesh!
Dana Fowle kicks butt!
It’s Halloween time, and every year, the next door neighbor kids and I carve pumpkins. Usually, the girls do one and the boys do the other. This year, the boys, Q-yes, Q-I don’t know his full name, and Keontez did a pumpkin that had a “mean” face and the girls, Sequoya and Keosha, did a pumpkin with a “happy” face. As they have gotten older, they have learned to actually take turns cleaning out the pumpkin and pulling the slimy stuff and seeds out. Their favorite part of the operation is watching me pretend that the slimy stuff from the pumpkin is a big orange booger and then I “sneeze” the stuff on them. They squeal with delight and then start A-CHOO-ing and throwing the boogers on me.
Ah, the small things that make kids happy – slimy pumpkin boogers! Have a great Halloween!
The mean faced pumpkin. 
The happy pumpkin.
Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson Airport is a fun place to travel in and out of IF you are not in a hurry and can spend time people watching. On Thursday, Alison and I were casually walking to our gate heading to New Orleans to visit her family for a long weekend. We both noticed a very skinny man near the wall trying to sit on a metal briefcase – yes, you read that correctly. Clearly drunk (it is like 11 am on a Thursday morning) he falls off the briefcase and gets up and tries it again. He also is talking to passengers (mostly women) strolling by. Well, of course this man is on our plane, and even better, this man sits in the seat behind us. I got drunk just smelling him when he sat down. He proceeded to talk to the woman in the seat IN FRONT of us and they talked excitedly about going to the Atlanta/New Orleans football game and then they told passengers around them that they really did not like each other. At one point, the woman in front of us asked him: “Do you want any goldfish to eat?” He declined and sipped on his two Jack and Cokes he had ordered. We had a birthday girl (she was an older woman) on the plane and the attendant asked us all to applaud her. The passengers applauded and the drunk guy screamed in a slurred voice, “Give her a spankinnnn!” Nice.
But it was in Hartsfield-Jackson on the way back that I had to say to myself, “is nothing sacred anymore?” I was in the bathroom and in the stall next to me is a woman- clearly using the bathroom as well- talking on her cell phone. Really? Must we talk on our cell phones 24/7? Must we talk on our cellphones while peeing? I just don’t understand. She said, “Girl, I just called you to tell you not to worry about him. He does not know what he is missing and if he calls you, you just hang up on his ass. Wait, let me flush. Okay, you promise me you will hang up on his ass?”
Chatter on the toilet…
I have passed this sign a million times over, but you know, I had to take a picture of it today. Do the women at the Clermont Lounge really look like this? I mean, can the women on this old lit up sign crush aluminum cans with their boobs or butt cheeks? I think not. But maybe one of these ladies was Blondie in a former life. Obviously, if you live in Atlanta, you must visit the Clermont- Atlanta’s oldest strip club. Once, maybe twice, is plenty.
Hello Atlantans and whoever else may be reading! So glad you have decided to look us up. This blog will be dedicated to all things – great or small- Atlanta. We trust you will enjoy it, and if you don’t, we trust you will tell us. We feel justified in joining the blog world since we have lived in Atlanta long enough to write about it. We intend to write about restaurants, local happenings, shows, animals, parks and greenspace, make up our own BEST OF series (like there needs to be another,) and possibly our across the street neighbors. Basically, we hope we can keep you interested. (Our across the street neighbors are interesting -one was an Atlanta Roller Girl until she broke her arm in two.) Okay, the arm thing is a bit of a stretch…
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