Of late

Wednesday evening we took a stroll down our peaceful street called Peachtree. The leaves on the trees were hopping around from the flirtatious wind that come upon the city that day. There wasn't a sound to be heard but the occassional chirp of a giddy little bird. NOT. We live on Peachtree....there is nery a second of peace and especially on this afternoon.
Some feeling-good-thirty-something had bought himself a sweet, black, fairly new Lamborghini (help spell check!) a week prior. The feeling-good-thirty-something was taking a spin on this gorgeous afternoon down our pompous street. Just around 5pm I guess my doors were open as I was cleaning the condo. Screeeeeeeeeeeccccchhhh-BAM! I hear these noises often and they are usually immediately accompanied by 10 minutes of sirens because for some reason commotion on Peachtree requires 4 firetrucks, 3 ambulances, and every policeman in the area. I didn't think much of the craziness brewing outside. About 30 minutes later we three decided to go for a stroll to take in the near perfect afternoon only to find one of the best and worst scenes I've ever witnessed. Luckily, no one was hurt so that is why I can make light of the following scenario. Poor feeling-good-thirty-something had lost control of his precious $265,000 investment and crashed it into a brick wall at the front of some condos just a block down from us. By this time most of the neighborhood was home from a probably hectic day at work but coming home to this sight made any one's day seem that much better. The once shiny, new car, still laden with dealer tags from a week ago was turned backwards sitting on the front bumper as the wheels had been knocked out like someones front two teeth. You would have thought some famed Atlanta superstar was out signing autographs on the sidewalk if you had seen the lingering crowds watching the events unfold. There were a few lawn chairs and lots of handy camera phones. And if only mine ha worked you could see a telling photo of this unfortunate fellows story.
As we continued on our walk (thinking that we were so sophisticated to actually walk away from the chaos - though secretly hoping it wasn't cleaned up when we walked back by) I called the husband to let him know what he misses when he is out of town. And, as you would have it - as I walked back the young-not-so-feeling-good lad was being handcuffed. Supposedly his little drive began with a little intake of some substance and thus ended in a tumbled brick wall and one large repair bill. Ouch. And yes truly it was rumored among the crowd that the guy had bought his little gem a week ago for a mere 265k.

If your Wednesday afternoon was rough just think about this guy and forget your woes.

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We will be moving hte weekend of September 25th. There is so much more I could say to this but Mr. Brad is home today and I am giddy. Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder.

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It's labor day weekend and I LOVE LABOR DAY WEEKEND! I will eat a hot dog and watch the dawgs play and kiss a boy and enjoy this end to the summer.

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Brooks is about to graduate to the exersaucer. This is a big deal. He is just about tired of any toy I can throw his way. He won't sit still in the bouncy seat and the swing bores him to pieces. So bring it on Mr. Exersaucer - we need you! We will go pick it up today and add it to our bag of arsenal in the quest to make our baby the sharpest, coolest baby around.