Monday, November 7, 2011

Announcing the arrival of P. Willy Hamilton

I went to Blue Ridge this weekend with good friends and came back with a souvenir... After consulting with my fella and sleeping on it... And here he is: little mister P. Willy Hamilton.


In the picture above, you can see how precious he was with his brother... they loved each other through the cages.








I captured these videos while we were working on his fetching skills. So please forgive the silly baby talk. I am incapable of talking like a normal human around puppies and babies. The not-so-great quality is because I was using my phone... but I just needed to share his bouncy preciousness.

The first video is not a successful fetch, but you can see his cuteness in action.

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This one shows you what a quick little learner he is!

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Friday, July 8, 2011

Hooty hoooooo!!!

It's Friday. So exclamations of joy just come bursting out of me.


It has been a patriotic few weeks, starting with a celebration of my brother-in-law becoming a US citizen (see my sister's blog for a nice synopsis), and then the Ham's came down for the 4th of July to run in the Peachtree Road Race. I didn't exactly "train" this year, so I don't really want to talk about my performance. However, it is still a very fun event, in shape or not, and leaves one feeling very patriotic!

Did anyone catch Florence + the Machine's performance on So You Think You Can Dance last night? Holy moly, has that girl got some pipes. Don't worry, I found it for your convenience:



Oh that Flo!


Look what we saw on our way to Charleston a couple of weekends ago:


I couldn't believe our luck!


I start an internship/fellowship sorta deal at CDC on Monday. Can you believe it? I won't lie, I'm pretty excited.


I apologize for the incohesiveness of my writing today. As a consolation, here's a little Friday treat for you: (You're welcome!!!)

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Tree House Rules

I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier... when I have a tree house, admission will be based purely on dancing skills. Bring it!

Friday, May 20, 2011

Headed for the Great Outdoors


We are going on a little camping adventure this weekend. We're celebrating our 3rd Anniversary on Tuesday (May 24th), and this is our quick get-away since neither of us have had a lot of time to think about making big plans. And I think that it is just the perfect little idea. I love camping. I can't wait to eat yummy camp fire food and hang out in the outdoors.

But this will be my (and our) first time camping without my Mom & Dad! So I have a feeling I will leave with a new appreciation for just how much work my Dad always does to make camping trips a success. Actually, I had the idea of going camping just the two of us a while back, but was feeling a little bit like a child that needed my daddy there to protect me... but I quickly remembered that Lee is a grown man, and can serve that purpose just as well. So I texted Lee the idea. He responded "Without your Dad? I think I would be scared!" ...hahaha! It made me laugh. But this time, once we actually started talking about a real camping trip actually happening, the topic didn't even come up. I think we are both growing up. We're gonna brave the wild all by our little selves.
(The picture above is us braving it in the Grand Tetons last year for our second anniversary)

I gotta get to packing up the gear, so I am off! Lee's flight lands in just a few hours and we will be on our way. Enjoy your weekend :)

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Warning: Bad Attitude Ahead

Let it be known that I am a little bit ashamed of what you are about to read. It does not reflect a person who is very joyful or kind... so you are about to get a glimpse at my immaturity. However, admitting you have a problem is the first step in changing, right? So, I'll say it: I have a problem! Although I like to think that I am joyful and kind more often than not... I'm not perfect. And I am incapable at this moment of sharing this story without the sarcasm and snide comments just popping right out of my fingertips! So here you have it... the uncensored (well, only partially censored) story:

This past Wednesday I had to go to a 6 hour defensive driving course. And it was... something. You might be picturing images of a now well-educated driver who is ready to get back on the road.




If so, let me just give you a more accurate picture of this experience:


Now, let me just confess to you that this is not my first experience with such a course. Not even my second. It was number 3. However, the first two were both in High School (yes, I had some difficulties learning to practice patience and pay attention). So it has been over 10 years since the last sentencing. And let me tell you... the last 10 years have not been monumental for the defensive driving curriculum. It was just as boring and obvious as ever.

However, I am grateful for it. I now only have to pay a $300 fine and can celebrate a clean driving record, rather than my original $728 fine and 4 points on my license. Yes you read that right. $728!!! Now you might be wondering what I did to be given such a fine. I must be an incredible danger to society to be given such a punishment. Here it is... get ready for it... I was going 81 mph on I-75 South, near the Moore's Mill exit. Let me qualify that by saying EVERYONE goes 81 mph on I-75 South near the Moore's Mill exit. Well... Maybe not everyone. But this is not just outrageous. But that fine certainly is.

I was driving along, mid-morning-ish, and yes, I was speeding. I acknowledge that it was irresponsible of me to not be more aware of my speed. I was a bit distracted with my thoughts (no, I was not on the phone, and no the radio was not even ON), and I was driving along in the middle lane with light traffic around me. All of a sudden I see a cop, putting his radar gun away, and hopping on his bike. I look around me for the speeder, and realize we are all going the same speed, so it's as likely me as it is anyone else. I'm pleading with the forces above that it NOT be me... as he pulls in behind me and turns on his lights and siren. UUuuuggghhhh. If you have not ever been pulled over, let me just tell you, it is not a good feeling.

So the guy pulls me over, can't be bothered to interact with me like a normal human being, and asks me for my license. I hand it to him, thinking I will at least get to interact, have a few words exchanged, maybe even a little eye contact. But no, nothing. And he walks away to write up the ticket. Now... I will save you the story of the [offensive word that so appropriately describes him] cop, because I know these are a dime a dozen. But let me just assure you that he was the exact definition of a [offensive word]. And I wish that I could have told him this. In not-so-few words. But he is protected by the ability to just slap on more fines. And he knows it. And that is why he behaves this way. Oh, and the fact that he is a [offensive word]. But, getting another ticket is not worth it. And so I used all of the strength inside me to hold in the very clear and descriptive words that I wanted to use to tell him exactly what I thought of him. And this took some strength from above. Lee can vouch for what a feat this was as he is typically the one who ends up hearing the passionate description later at home... Oh, and that one unfortunate fellow at Andrews Upstairs that crossed me one too many times in one evening. That guy might be surprised to find out I have any composure.

Let me just tell you, Jesus got an earful in that next prayer for self-control.

So I get my ticket (oh, and that was one ugly signature I signed... I'll show him!), and head on my merry way. Let me just clarify, I was not mad at that guy for pulling me over. I was not happy about this, but I was speeding, and I was the chosen one to get caught that day. Life goes on. I was mad at this guy for his methods. Or lack of methods. Truly, I would have assumed he was mute if he did not have to ask me for my license and tell me to sign the ticket. But I'm getting distracted again... I head on my way. Fast forward 3 weeks (even though my ticket should have been in the system within 2 weeks... add lazy and inefficient on to his lovely qualities), and I finally can see my fine online. I type in my info... and up pops $728. I literally threw up on my keyboard. Ok, not really. But I may have had a few dry heaves. Words can't describe exactly what I felt at that moment. The frustration... the injustice...

Did you guys know that the speed limit on I-75, I-85, and I-285 is 55mph??? Has anyone ever witnessed anyone (who is not driving with their flashers on or receiving the finger) driving 55 mph in Atlanta? Well you would have if you had been on the road the next day. Cause I did. And I felt like I truly was a danger to society and to myself that day. If I wasn't going to be rear-ended, then I was going to be caught in a collision from the unfortunate people behind me trying to merge into the next lane to pass me. It was like watching someone trying to time jumping into double-dutch ropes. They have one split second of a chance, and you aren't quite sure if they're gonna make it. That speed limit is ... comical.

So the moral of all of this... I will not deny that I should not have been going so fast that day. However, I would expect that 81 would be considered 11mph over the speed limit, 16 maybe. But 26 over??? Come on Atlanta. My final thoughts:
1)The speed limit needs to be re-evaluated to be a little more realistic.
2)The fine does not exactly fit the crime.

And just for the record, no this was NOT a "super speeder" ticket. The Super Speeder law tacks $200 onto the original fine if you are going 85mph or more on a multi-lane highway, or 75mph or more on a 2 lane road. So $728 is the standard fine for this offense.

So now, for your records, let it be known that the speed limit in Atlanta is 55mph. Thank you Jimmy Carter for this gem of an idea.
I must apologize to Jimmy Carter for my incorrect information. He was not president until 1977, so this idea of the national law would have originated more during Richard Nixon or Gerald Ford's time I guess. My apologies sir. And thank you for the visual aid.


And also, for your records, you will likely be dealing with a bafoon if you get pulled over in Atlanta. So it will be an all around just unpleasant experience. I for one am a changed woman after this.

In all seriousness, I know I do need to slow it down. And I already have. As I said... I am a changed woman.

And there you have it... the word-vomit in all it's glory!!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Happy Weekend Highlights

Well, let's just pretend I never left. Won't that just be easier on us all? Just business as usual here...

This past Sunday, we spent Mother's Day up at my parents' house, and had a lovely little family-filled afternoon, showering this cherished woman with love. Here is a picture of me and Mom:


I can't help but feel like a giant every time I look at that picture. She's just so dainty. And here is a picture of both of the mothers among us that day. They're some good ones.

And I love that little Alli can always be found cuddling and mingling and trying to convince her aunts (or uncles, or Granny or Grandaddy, etc.) to come play a game with her. She's just so irresistible.

And here are Drew and Evan, in lego-land:

Also that weekend, on Saturday, we went to a wedding of friends Jessica & David. So more picture opportunities. I'm just a big fan of pictures really. I think that I am incapable of posting unless there is some sort of visual aid associated with my writing. Maybe that's why I fizzled... too many barriers to success. But really, it just makes things a little more interesting, don't you think?

Anyways, here is a nice group shot of some great friends:

And one with the fabulous bride and her new hubby:

And an excuse to put up a picture of Lee in a suit. I like a nice suit. Especially on a cute fella.
Apparently mid-sentence, but unfortunately this is the best I got!

So that's a glimpse of our lovely little weekend, filled with lovely celebrations of lovely people.

WHEW!! Look at all those pictures!!

Operation Blog Revival



This is just a dipping of toes back into the water... starting out very slowly. Let's not get too hasty or make any sudden movements. No one can be too sure yet... but I think I might be feeling a little blog action coming on... stay tuned... baby steps...