Instant Grat Instagram: “Dogs and Cats Living Together”

I warned you that I had a new topic I would pull out whenever the writing genes wouldn’t zip up all the way.

I call it Instant Grat Instagram. {Lamely} bringing you my favorite moments from what is currently my favorite social media platform in a more or less thematic effort. 

Hope you enjoy!

This week, Dogs and Cats.

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At one with the jungle.

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My sweet little foster pup, Spot, wanting desperately to “play” with the cats. Cats having NONE of it.

It's a tough room.

It’s a tough room.

Sleepy kids.

Sleepy kids.

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My sister’s “puppy,” Paddington.

I draw the line at buying him a surfboard. Or little surf shorts. Or flip flops. And he's way too close to the TV.

I draw the line at buying him a surfboard. Or little surf shorts. Or flip flops. And he’s way too close to the TV.

Not original packaging.

Not original packaging.

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Detective Inspector Ferguson hard at work

Mr. Handsome

Mr. Handsome

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PPTHHPTHPFFTHPPPT!!!

“Dogs and cats living together! Mass hysteria!” – Dr. Peter Venkman, Ghostbusters.

If the wind is right…

Pictures from our sunset catamaran cruise last month in Panhandle Florida!

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The “Sailaway”

 

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Destin Harbor

A pod of dolphins entertaining the boats

Sunset and storm clouds building at the Point…

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A pod of dolphins entertains their audience

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Beautiful sunset

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#nofilter.  Really.

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A stunning end to the day and the cruise…

 

“hark, now hear the sailors cry,
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…”
― Van Morrison

Three Things Thursday: November 12, 2015

I borrowed this concept from the lovely Nerd in the Brain, who encourages you to steal this “exercise in gratitude” with “wild abandon” by sharing three things that made you smile this week and “fill your blog with the happy.”

This week was super-busy, but I had some really nice moments to brighten it up a bit.

Thing #1: Two delightful lunches!

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Lunch #1 – the Pace Cetter’s Women’s Business Networking Luncheon at the Capital City Club!  I love this group of ladies.  They are incredibly kind and positive and the monthly luncheon is something I always look forward to.

Lunch #2 – the annual Thanksgiving Day buffet the hotel throws for all 500+ employees.  ::sigh::  There’s a lot of deliciousness, but they really blow it out with the desserts.  This occasion was something my former colleague, Cheryl and I looked forward to all year long. We would stuff ourselves silly with turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy and pumpkin pie and then lay torpidly on our desks afterwards like beached whales.  I miss her a lot (she earned a very well-deserved promotion and transfer), so it was a little bittersweet to go down by myself this year and just have a tiny piece of pie in her honor.

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Thing #2: Spending time with people I like

I’m fortunate to work with some really fantastic people.  We had a big multi-brand corporate training session this morning at one of our sister hotels, and my co-manager Alp and I got to catch up with our former colleague, Abbey, whom we had no idea would be attending.  It was awesome to hang out afterwards over pizza and catch up before we had to heading back to work.

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Thing #3 : a truly stunning sunset

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Tonight’s sunset, seen from the 72nd floor, was spectacular.  I never get tired of them.

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And there you go!  Three things that made me smile and brought joy to my week.  Thanks as always, Nerd in the Brain, for the inspiration!

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Instant Grat Instagram: Sunset Porn

I warned you last week that I had a new topic I would pull out whenever the writing genes wouldn’t zip up all the way.

I call it Instant Grat Instagram. {Lamely} bringing you my favorite moments from what is currently my favorite social media platform.  Hope you enjoy!

Today: Sunset Porn

Sunset porn. Pure and simple.

My loft has a spectacular view of the Atlanta skyline and I get some amazing sunsets.

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Atlanta skyline.

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Sunset on the Augusta canals, Augusta, Georgia.

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Rosemary Beach – above the roof tops.

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Evans, Georgia. Sunset over the lake.

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My favorite skyline photos. Looks like ruffles of light.

Me and the hubs - Rosemary Beach, FL

Me and the hubs – Rosemary Beach, FL

Sun set in the North, Georgia Mountains - Big Canoe

Sunset in the North, Georgia Mountains – Big Canoe

Miramar Beach, Florida

Miramar Beach, Florida

Destin, Florida

Destin, Florida

“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.”
Olivia Howard Dunbar, The Shell of Sense

Instant Grat Instagram : Blue Skies for Everyone

My new “emergency” blog topic’s going to be a thematic selection from my favorite Instagram photos. That way I can get a blog out super-fast if for some reason my cognitive abilities stutter and fail and I’m desperate for something/anything to slap up for the 30-day NanoPoblano/NaBloPoMo challenge!

And I can share some of my favorite photos with you guys who may have missed them on Instagram!

This week: Blue Skies

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Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.”
Shannon Hale, Book of a Thousand Days

 

People are Strange (When You’re a Stranger)

IMG_1759It is important to note that people are also strange in convenience stores very late at night, on any type of mass transit, at Revival Services featuring live rattle snakes and frequently at  Walker-Stalker Con.

Oh, and Hallowe’en.

Most definitely people are strange on Hallowe’en.

Mostly “good” strange, though.

People are strange when you’re a stranger…

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Faces look ugly when you’re alone…

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Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted…

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Streets are uneven, when you’re down.

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When you’re strange…

IMG_1704Faces come out of the rain…

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When you’re strange…

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No one remembers your name…

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When you’re strange…

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When you’re strange

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When you’re strange.

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Thank you to the Doors and Jim Morrison for the Spooky-festive and appropriate lyrics, and massive thanks to my bestie, L.C., not only for being her amazing self, but for throwing her annual and wildly fantabulous Hallowe’en Extraganza, which is more fun than anything should be.


From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
~Scottish Saying

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Something’s Brewing

Last night, my dear friends Dana and  Beth joined me for a special fundraising dinner, held at possibly one of the coolest-named places in the galaxy:

Dr. Bombay’s Underwater Tea Party.

::sigh:: how awesome is that?
Dr. Bombay’s is a little “dive” tearoom way down McLendon on the backside of Little Five Points, on the Southeast side of Atlanta. It’s almost painfully charming, with book-lined walls, cozy nooks, mismatched furnishings and a ceiling hung with a wild assortment of lanterns and umbrellas of every size, shape and color imaginable. They serve high tea (if you pre-order), little sandwiches, scones, clotted cream, quiche and other delicacies.

  Tonight they were hosting a dinner to raise funds for their non-profit, the Learning Tea, an organization whose mission is to provide scholarships to impoverished young women in India; furnishing tuition, living expenses and a safe and stable home so the girls can complete university studies, opening their futures to better opportunities through education. We started the night with delicious samosas drizzled with a Tamarind Herb Sauce.
This was followed by our entree, served on cute little TV dinner-style trays. Jeera Aloo Bhaji (potatoes with cumin and spices), Vegetable Numaish (vegetables and baby corn) with rice and Naan. Dessert was a mango-studded sorbet with fresh whipped cream. The organizers ran a social media contest for the night’s best photo using their hashtag, #webrewscholars. Can I tell you how thrilled I was to have my annoying habit of photographing my food and everything around me not only sanctioned, but encouraged?

One of my photos took second place!
Since “man” (and his dinner dates) cannot live on tea alone, Dana had the forethought to run across the street to the neighborhood wine shop and grab a couple of bottles of bubbly to wash down our spicy repast.
    

Who’d a thunk, but introducing a little bubbly turned it all into a party! We invested in copious amounts of raffle tickets (winning nothing but our joy in giving), drank our champers, posted, giggled, gossiped and enjoyed a truly fabulous meal. Kuddos to our chefs and the tearoom staff.

So wonderful to see my good friends while helping the inspiring folks at at Dr. Bombay’s and the  Learning Tea!

To learn more about the admirable work done by the volunteers at The Learning Tea, visit their site at www.thelearningtea.com

“The proper, wise balancing of one’s whole life may depend upon the feasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour.” – Arnold Bennett, How to Live on 24 Hours a Day

Cloud storming

I work 723 feet above the city. Sometimes the most amazing views have nothing to do with the ground below. 

   
    
    
    
 
 “Different cities visit us daily, they exist in the clouds.” -AntoniaPerdue

Step Kids


Nah, they’re not step kids really, they’re my very own kids, fur and all.

I just love the solemness of the little display here.

Yes, it’s morning.

Yes, Mom is up and moving around.

Breakfast, however, has not been made.

There’s a little bit of judgement going on here, certainly some alarm; definitely a great deal of consternation.

I’m rushing to clean the kitchen first, before I have to leave for class, but helpless under the weight of their regard, I fold.

The crisp crack of the Fancy Feast lid sears apart the air…

releasing suddenly manically eager kittens tumbling frantically down the stairs

to their dish.

::sigh::

Cat drama.