tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26855465314496666692012-01-14T15:01:06.202-05:00The trials and tribulations of SoChi's "Holly Golightly". My Tilt-A Whirl world of "Swanksters", parties, and living in SoChi.priscyesserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03447447507012369678noreply@blogger.comBlogger1401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2685546531449666669.post-19825891089351884472012-01-13T10:00:00.001-05:002012-01-13T10:00:08.621-05:00

It started with a simple queery on a Sunday morning. 5 little words.  EllynAnne Geisel snapped this photo the night before demolition began  "I wonder what's under this?"  I could see JL's shoulders stiffen and his body slightly cringe when he heard those words. I was sitting on the floor in the kitchen picking at the awful black and white linoleum tile we had been living with for the

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Let me start out by saying this past year was the worst of my life. I needed to back away from commitments, from writing, from everything frivolous, and grieve. I've never experienced loss the likes of this before. First my beloved aunt followed by the sudden loss of my father. Death is a hideous club we all will be members of. I can hope that my club dues are paid in full for now. So I start

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There have always been two loves in my life, two constants that are worlds apart certain to never collide. Jazz and John Wayne. I have made no secret about my "thing" for John Wayne. Something about the voice, the swagger, the look, those hands, have caused me to swoon for as long as I can remember.  The thought of being swept up like Maureen O'Hara buckles my knees and leaves me breathless.

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From February through May everything is a giant blur on my calendar and in my world. Starting with the Film Festival, Foodie Awards, the Best of Atlanta Party, St Patrick's Day, Cherry Blossom Festival, Symphony Party, Prom, Jazz Under the Stars, and ending of course with Bitsy's graduation. Toss into that mix as many concerts as JL and I can hit on any given evening and sneaking off to the

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I am always stunned at how quickly the two weeks following the Macon Film Festival fly by. Days are spent in a fog recuperating from the exhausting hours and seem to whiz past. As always the beach beckoned and tentative plans were made. The schedule was cleared and the only thing I was waiting for was a confirmation (which never came). Perhaps a quiet weekend at home was what was needed.

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  In my world it seems that the best laid plans always have a tendency to change. A once a year social engagement was quite suddenly taken off off my books leaving a very rare free Saturday night.  I stewed and grumbled a bit about having the proverbial rug pulled out from under me.Then my stomach let out a few grumbles of it's own. I suddenly realized my hunger and the cold spell we were

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 Comedian, actress, and author Brett Butler was recently in Macon promoting her November 5th show at the Cox Capitol Theatre. When asked if I'd like to interview her, I readily agreed. Suddenly the realization of what I had agreed to hit me. What do I know of interviewing? Add "jazz musician" to her repertoire and I would have been completely at ease with my interviewing skills. So I Googled,

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For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed making mischief of one kind and another, upsetting the apple cart, placing a fly in the ointment, unscrewing the top of the salt shaker. Since childhood, what trouble I couldn't find, I created and then promptly wallowed in it. It has been a curious pleasure, both naughty and childish and it has yet to change. My humor generally has a victim much to

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Sometimes even blogs need a little redecorating, sprucing up and tweaking. After posting my blog this morning I noticed thing were cuckoo. Dr. Google had decided to step in and give my bloggy a botched face lift.So now it's time for a little reconstructive surgery, a new coat of paint and a general overhaul. Change is good I keep telling myself. Change IS Good.This gal is going under the knife

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photo by Gracen Strong photographyAn invitation came my way last week that was just too delicious to pass up. When Terrell Sandefur received the cuckooest of invites from an "avid" female fan to eat fried chicken, he called me and a few SoChi reinforcements to tag along. Caution Alarms were blaring in my ears causing me to be more than a little leery for several reasons. 1. I don't do fried

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photo by Mark Tisdale PhotographyThere is little that I love more than Paris. I cannot wrap my head around the yahoos who scoff at the most fabulous city in the world. (Perhaps it is their own lack of fabulous that makes them feel ill at ease amongst all that chic? I won't start on that tirade just yet.)We are so excited that a "tiny bit" of France is coming to spend the summer avec nous.

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I remember when summer was more than just a flash in the pan. It was filled with evenings playing kickball. It meant playing basketball with Daddy at the park at the end of our block and going to Abuelito's ranch for a month or more. Days waking up at 10 AM and jumping straight into the pool. Swimming until 10 PM only to do it all over again the next day. It meant a substantial amount of

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Inspiration can strike like lightening.But how many times have we been caught in a brainstorm and not followed through? Too many I'm sure. It's rare when a brainstorm strikes, takes hold, grows, and comes to fruition. That is exactly what has occurred with Terrell Sandefur's brain-baby, Macon Man. Running the concept by DC Comics illustrator Craig Hamilton the two men have worked

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Oh I've seen a lot. Trust me. A. LOT. Yet with as much as these eyes have seen, I was not prepared for some of the images of the past two weeks. From the ridiculous to the brilliant, to the grotesque and unbelievable. A veritable visual smorgasbord of sights etched into my brain. Pull up a chair while I recount this visual feast.____________________Tybee Island- Ahh Tybee, something about

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Summer.It's wonderful.For many it is ushered in Memorial Day Weekend with trips to the beach and backyard cookouts. For our family it creeps in as soon as the last day of school rolls around and a deliciously lazy haze begins to fill our home.From one day to the next the mood changes. Alarm clocks become a thing of the past and the girls sleep until morning is long gone. I suddenly manage to

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MayMy head spins when it comes around. A whirlwind of parties, a tornado of events, flurries of birthdays, and a sprinkling of graduations, parties, events...you get the idea. At times I gripe, but deep down I love the frenetic pace. I thrive on the constant planning, the wardrobe changes (Oh the wardrobe changes!), the friends, the dinners, and the fun. The highlights thus far include...~The

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For those of you who know me, this confession will come as no surprise.I am quite the fashionista.And I like me my clothes.I have tried to curb my impulses, I really have.I have weighed the value of a new pair of boots against the total of the electricity bill, I have pitted the new seasons maxi dress against the cost of groceries and I have balanced the metallic wedges against car repairs.Sadly,

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“Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky in morning, sailor's warning” I should have seen the yellow skies and heeded their warning. Instead I ignored the ominous clouds and plowed ahead. Literally. I worked in the yard day in day out getting ready for an upcoming event, churning up dust and spores and pollen. Breathing it is as if smelling the most fragrant flower.Before I knew

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A green thumb. I don't have one, except for when I make pesto. Gardening is one of the few things that I don't do well. I am reminded of this daily as I live between two gardeners. Each with a different gardening style, but the bottom line is they grow things!I on the other hand don't. I kill plants. But each Spring I decide to garden. "Event Season" at my house seems to cause this mission to

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As I lay on the beach this past week with Jimmy Leg by my side, thoughts of my likes and dislikes drifted through my head. Knowing that dwelling on the negative causes frown lines, I quickly dismissed those dastardly notions and thought only about the things... I like..."reading" a stack of Vogues all at oncepouring through a murder novel in one day and thinking about the grisly crime all the

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To say March comes in like a lion is no joke. This month has been roaring! I noticed this as I sat down with me calendar and NoHo cutie Anslie Perkel. We were trying to figure out a date to get together and finally had to settle on MAY! Some would say it is utterly ridiculous to stay so busy. While it can wear a girl out, it is also fabulously fun. During March Jimmy Leg and I made a weekend

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Swank [swangk] noun, adjective,-er, -est, verb –noun 1. Dashing smartness, as in appearance or style. photos by Christopher Hornaday Photography Swank. It is the first thing I think of every time I enter Rich Clark and Jon Schwenk's C&S Seafood & Oyster Bar. The interior of this Atlanta restaurant glistens with a hip 1940's vibe. It's the type of place that makes me want to

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It is amazing to me that only a little over a week has gone by since the Macon Film Festival ended. It was a fabulous event that left me (and my fellow board members) completely spent. This past weekend I felt the need to get away and recharge. No cell phone, no lap top, no agenda, just me and my two favorite boys. With my calendar having only one pending and unconfirmed engagement, the

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Stumped on what to do for your sweetie this Valentine's Day? I'm making it easy for you.The Hit List 1. Free Love! College Hill Corridor showing the LOVE with two free events Feb 14th! SoChi favorite Mark Brooker returns from El Lay to perform with the Soul Proprietors. Check website for details.2. Gaze at the Stars!Macon Film Festival Feb 18-21 Get ready for four days of stars, films,

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This past week I felt the biting sting of a slap.What I assumed to be a "sure thing" turned out to be a flat out refusal. I should have reminded myself what happens when one assumes. I was too self assured, confident and in complete disbelief as the rug was pulled out from underfoot. Was I hearing things?NO!Not just no, but no way, no how, no vote, nothing. I was reminded of that favorite stand

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And now, the end is near,And so I face the final curtain.My friend, I'll say it clear,I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.Frank sang it and did it his way. I like to think I am more like Ava than Frank... however regrets, I've had a few.In thinking about those I am reminded of the tale where an elderly lady, pensive in her last moments, recounts all the things in her life she wishes she

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The other day Jimmy Leg mentioned that he thought we need to get back to basics. I had no idea what he was talking about. Was he talking computer language, the Samuel L. Jackson movie, or the hip urban lounge in San Diego? He meant none of those things.I thought basic is what one is accustomed to, right? The first thing to come to my mind were nice things and gourmet meals. If that is the case I

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My first trip to the United Kingdom held some trepidation for me. In the weeks approaching our departure it was not leaving brand new driver Bitsy at home to care for my beloved pooch and drive herself to school and cheer practice that left me anxious. That was a piece of cake. Packing only two pairs of shoes left me uneasy but emotionally unscathed. Likewise only packing one (or so) outfit per

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The holidays are officially over.Yet why is it I am still suffering from HMS (Holiday Mode Stress)? Could it be my To-Do List?I have two trees still waiting to un-decorate, countless boxes to put away, mantles to re-do, two adult "children" still at home, an overseas trip to prepare for, three writing deadlines, and life in general just staring me down! EEK! It's enough to make me want to seek

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As 2009 comes to a close everyone begins reflecting on the year. "Best of" and "Worst of" lists abound recalling personal accomplishments, events that moved us, celebrity scandals and death lists. I'm keeping my year end list real...real bad that is.Here are my Best Worst Gifts of the 2009 Holiday Season. 1.The C String- When G strings are just too bulky and cumbersome. If being higher up on

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I love to eat. I should say, I love to eat well. A very lovely perk to my "job" is doing just that. Since the holidays are filled with friends and guests, it's the perfect time to enjoy yourself, relax, and leave the cooking to someone else.Here are a few of my favorite places (in no particular order) to do just that.Moksha Indian CuisineLocated in Roswell and just a short drive (a little over an

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Lately I've been on a black kick. It seems that Black IS the new Black. Black turtlenecks dominate my laundry hamper along with black leggings and cigarette pants. Black happens to make a nice silhouette for "funny". Jimmy Leg however thinks I am in mourning.That is hardly the case. I am the furthest thing from dour.Dour is never in style. Dour is never a good look on anyone regardless of how

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With the holidays approaching at lightening speed, I find myself falling behind. Behind in my shopping and behind in my decorating. I still have two trees left to decorate and a house full of kids returning home this weekend. I should say, a house full of hungry kids...and did I mention I haven't been to the market in AGES! I will most definitely be in a whirl trying to be omni-perfect. The "

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The past week was overflowing. Some good, some bad, some FAB. I am going all "Campbell's" on you and giving you the condensed version.Spa Medical- I loved being a part of their Demo Dream Team. Terri Harper is amazingly skilled with the needle. I can't wait to go back, and the best part, it really was painless.Pura Vida- It just keeps getting better. With Jimmy Leg having just flown in, we

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Every year it happens. My holiday tradition. Not what one would expect. It does not include eggnog or decorating the trees with the kids. There is no caroling, holiday baking or ice skating to be had. Remember this is ME we are talking about.It is a day of absolute profanity. As boxes of holiday decorations get pulled out I unleash a tirade worthy of the saltiest sailor. Four letter words other

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Hooked. It's what happens when I am introduced to something FABULOUS. This time it happened to be C &S Seafood and Oyster Bar in Atlanta. Invited to celebrate a friend's birthday, I was immediately drawn in. The bait?Their amazing food, swank ambiance, and attentive service. The company however, is what truly made the entire evening sparkle.Line.I am ready for my close up Mr. DeMille. On second

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I knew that the weekend would be Fabulous.Nothing that is filtered through the uber dynamic Toren Anderson is anything less than that. With Jimmy Leg off on assignment last week, Bitsy's school drama, and a HEFTY dose of KRAZY that vicariously got sprinkled into my life, a weekend on Tybee Island sounded like the perfect stress relieving antidote.We were to be the guests of Oceanfront Cottage

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"Their kitchen is their shrine, the cook their priest, the table their altar, and their belly their god."Charles Buck It is quite commonly known that I like to cook, and even more than that I like to entertain. It is just natural for us to host dinner party after dinner party. Sometimes though it would be rather nice to be on the invitation end of an intimate dinner party instead of the hosting

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What is it about Halloween?Some regard the holiday as the chance to tartify themselves leaving little to the imagination. While others go to exorbitant lengths in procuring a disguise leaving you to wonder, "Who just grabbed me?". Well that has just never been my bag. There is something about dressing up in a costume, with no direction as to theme, that gets me flustered. Coming from the girl who

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Pura Vida translated means "Pure Life" but in context means something closer to "Full of Life". It is also a phrase that describes a leisurely lifestyle, a disregard for time, a wanton friendliness, and enjoying life slowly.The past several weeks have whizzed by me. They've been enjoyable, but a blur. As always seems to be the case with me, I find the need after an avalanche of events to SLOW

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It is something that happens quite often in NoChi. It's horrifying and always sends chills down my spine. The echoing phrase I hear time and time again, "There is nothing to do in Macon" ! I find myself wanting to scream like a banshee at people who say that, pull my hair out in a fit of rage and shoot lightening bolts out of my eyes at them. But instead I retain my composure, smile sweetly and

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Flashback.Mr Rogers' Neighborhood. Some found it boring and babyish, others thought of it as just a show to get through until ZOOM came on. It didn't have the flash of The Electric Company, but I dug it. I dug it for it's simplicity. I would sit eyes glued to the television during that opening sequence where the camera follows the sidewalk into neighborhood, trying to see if I could spot Mr

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"Men are like wine - some turn to vinegar, but the best improve with age."Pope John XXIII"To take wine into our mouths is to savor a droplet of the river of human history."Clifton Fadiman"Nothing more excellent or valuable than winewas ever granted by the Gods to man." Plato Red red wine. What was originally planned as a family dinner turned to naught, least by my standards. I took solace with

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.hmmessage P {margin:0px;padding:0px;} body.hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} What is the difference between Legend status as opposed to mere celebrity or star? Some legends can be made overnight while others are a lifetime in the making. Not solely about a physical presence, legends share a timelessness, a charisma and an endurance that far surpasses what is merely in vogue.

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Yes the photo is blurry.The better to hide the garish blue/gray eyeshadow I wore. And no, my bangs are not teased despite the fact that was the mid 80sLooking Forward. It is a phrase that I normally use to close a note or an email. Indeed it is what I tend to do. I anticipate. Not in a willy-nilly sort of way, not with wild unrealistic abandon, but with a serene outlook knowing life is good. My

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Those of you who follow me on facebook know that I challenged myself to go a week without spending thanks to Amy Palanjian. That's right, seven days...in a row! In the challenge Amy wrote about, the shopaholic in question was allotted $5 per day. I am going without spending a penny. As the weekend draws near and with 4 parties on my calendar, I am starting to really feel the pressure of NEEDING

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I am a Super Heroine and a Domestic Jezibel. A Grime Fighter, clad in my domestic armor with an apron acting as my Cloak of Justice and a push up bra as my Lasso of Truth. Lately though it seems I have been assaulted by villains on all fronts. I fear that I am growing weary of waging this day in day out attack.There have been so many social engagements and so many events acting as cleaning

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Simplicity. No muss, nothing fussy or over done. Simplicity is best. This is my mantra for most things in my life. From my hair, to how I dress, the way I cook, even my relationships.Simplicity in Everything, except for my feet.I find that feet are either beautiful or ugly. Hardly ever do you see feet that are in between. In cold climates, one never knows whose feet fall into which category, but

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Labor Day, the first Monday in September.Created by the labor movement, dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. A yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country. What it celebrates now are the last dwindling days of Summer. The final hoorah of the season for those white linen pants and

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There is something so fundamentally sophisticated about a cocktail. It is stylish and sexual. A delicious alchemy. The magical mixing of ingredients in a spell compelling, a ritual bewitching, an enchantment electric, so delectable and diabolical that lines are blurred, rules are broken, tongues are tied and resistance is useless. .hmmessage P {margin:0px;padding:0px;} body.hmmessage {

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My safety has been threatened. I fear for my life and feel a dark dread hanging over me. A tantalizing glimpse then grasp at something sparkly and subsequent tug resulted in a physical bombardment upon my bewildered head. I knew something had to be done. Justice had to be swift. How could a dear friend suddenly become so ruthless? Names like Backstabber, Traitor, and Bitch all came to mind. I

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Lists.I started thinking about them the other day when a friend mentioned one. You see, I am an avid and methodical list maker. My notebook which accompanies me everywhere is full of lists. Naturally there is the standard To-Do List. But there are also, event lists, lists of great possibilities, idea lists, guest lists, and marketing lists. It dawned on me that making lists is indeed a guilty

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The weekend was definitely umbrella worthy. Feeling like the iconic Morton Salt girl, it did not just rain, it poured. It was a whirl of social engagements that left me ready to kick up my heels on Friday and by Sunday evening I was ready to kick them off. The commonality between all was the ever delightful presence of food. Wonderful food. Of course wonderful friends, both old and new were in

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As the old saying goes "When it rains it pours". I definitely seem to be living that right now. There must be something in the stratosphere that has the social calendar on hyperdrive. So break out your umbrellas because you are going to get wet!Starting on Thursday August 13th, when the SoChi Gallery hosts the Songwriters ShoCase. This event starts at 7pm and features three talented musicians.

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During the course of the week for me I am often out and about. I always seem to witness a few cuckoo things. Things of inconsequence, but things that sometimes leave me scratching my head wondering "Why?". At times they are brief glimpses into someone's life that brings me an empathetic grin. This week instead of writing about a specific something I thought I would just keep my eyes open.This is

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For someone who delights in unabashed business and dashing about pell-mell, I admit to feeling increasingly endeared by the concept of reclining upon my laurels, doing nothing.Well, very little that is, except for the absolutely necessary. The Categorically Paramount. After having been consumed every night and day for the past week with one social engagement and another, I am feeling a little

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For weeks now my anticipation has been building. I have been looking forward to the day when I would be in ruins...Grecian ruins. Of course I am referring to the Party at the Parthenon, this evening at the SoChi Gallery.Starting at 9 pm until Helios decides to rise, mix, mingle and drink the Nectar. There is no doubt that this party with be MYTHOLOGICAL! I plan on getting my "goddess" on this

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Last night was the Mose Davis CD Release Party. An event that came about purely by accident, a chance meeting in a hotel lobby hatched a plan. It certainly was not planned or budgeted for (and was actually voted against by the JAM board), but that did not deter me. I called on a few people, all of whom put forth tremendous efforts to make it happen and most importantly, to make it a success.

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This weekend will be filled with JAM! The best part is that you don't even need a lot of bread! This JAM will be strictly for your ears!Saturday gives you two musical options. Both loaded with talent, both for great causes.This weekend marks the annual Bragg Jam Music Festival. Daytime activities run from 10am-5pm and are family friendly with arts, crafts and games set up along the Ocmulgee

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One never knows what a "T" will bring. Last week seemed to be filled with them, all of them... Terrific!Late last Sunday a plan hatched.One of those plans that gets devised after one too many of these. A vodka tonic.The Clermont Lounge had been the topic of a few late night conversations between our little group. I was regaled with stories of legendary strippers with names like Blondie, Peekaboo

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Here are a few blogs that always bring a smile, a chuckle, and even a hearty guffaw... in no particular order.Katie Mulder's blog. I am always in a better mood after reading her latest and greatest. A down home gal that amazes me with her spunk and spirit. Throw in a curly topped ADORABLE two year old named "Ry" and a herd of Texas Longhorns, it's sure to make you smile too.Check her out at Apple

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It always happens while I am away. The week flies by and I am always left craving a second week away. Wanting more time with Jimmy Leg, more time to putter around the island, more time getting my "brown down" with toes buried in the sand.More time to get around to all the little projects I have planned while we are there. I guess one of these days I'll finish painting the downstairs bathroom,

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This 4th of July I am celebrating my INDEPENDENCE!Jimmy Leg and I won't be tied down with meetings, schedules or calendars.I've traded my apron strings for bikini strings and board meetings for surf boards.My "Island Agenda" will consist of getting my "brown down", fuzzy rum drinks, catching up on a murder mystery or 3...and of course visiting my favorite haunts Tapas and The Jazz CornerSo while

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You've heard me say it before...Thursday nights and dinner parties go together like me and high heels. I have started to consider Thursday as the "New Friday". I know I make Jimmy Leg cuckoo whenever I say that. But it's a laid back day of the week to have a few friends over, new and old, to spend an evening with them.For me, there is nothing more personal than pouring myself into a dinner party.

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As the heat of summer drains the life out of me, I find myself reluctant to do anything more physical than waving my little blue fan. I certainly have all the best intentions of how much I will accomplish during the day, but come 9 AM as the sun streams through the breakfast room window and I can already feel the day warming...I shrink back into my cool confines. Happy to just be "productive"

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Every once and a while a girl finds her perfect match. A friend for life. A bosom buddy. I have found mine. Many of you are already thinking I refer to my beloved Hair or Jimmy Leg. Mais non! What has me smitten beyond reproach and focusing on, is a frivolity most fundamental, especially for me...The Little Black Bra.Bold and bodacious, beguiling and bewitching, she is the sort of support every

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I swoon at John Wayne. I always have, the swagger, those hands, the voice. The way he would sweep up a little lady in those arms has always been my ideal of how a kiss should be. Some months ago, dear friend George Petit sent me a "life size" cut out of JW. It has made the rounds in my house gracing the corners of various rooms. Mainly he stays in the breakfast room as that is where I can gaze

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Below you'll find two stories from Little Marvin. Brave stories from two others who answered the Fearless Friday Challenge. I hope that Xavier and Peter will inspire you to make the brave move this Friday. We never know who's life we might touch when we do something that scares us.`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````Xavier Favre~"Friday I invited a

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Let me prefix this with saying I sincerely did not want to share this.As of this writing not even Jimmy Leg knows that I did this. But I received the following message from my babs which said..."You know - it would TRULY make my day if you WOULD share that story. Your words will inspire others to make "the brave move" which was exactly my hope when I was jogging through the park this morning and

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I believe in going to a new restaurant a few times before deciding if they are on my "it" list. The same rule does not however apply to established restaurants because they are just that...established. Having grown up in and around some of the best resorts and restaurants Scottsdale has to offer, I know how things are run or at least how they should be run.Last night marked the fourth time that I

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I have never been one for "alone time". While I know there are some out there who need and enjoy a respite from kids, spouses, and life in general, I have never found being alone for days on end all that great. Being alone leaves me with no one to cook for, or to amuse. No one to laugh at my ever witty monologues or tell me I look pretty today. No one to bring me coffee in the morning and a glass

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You better bundle up SoChi. This weekend the forecast is going to be SoChill.Friday night Jimmy Leg and I plan on celebrating MaryBrooke Lowe's birthday in the cool confines of the SoChi Gallery. I am not quite sure though if I like the idea of going to a party where I don't "wig out"! Will I be able to let my hair down? JL seems to think I'll have no problem. I tend to think he's right.Wig or

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Yesterday I was reminded of every "sappy" comic strip there is. "Sappy" being in quotes because as you know by now, I don't go for that kind of thing. What came to mind was Ziggy and those "Love Is..." comics. Not so much the cartoons, but the message they always seemed to have. Something so easy to do and show. One word...love.Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our own world, in our own lives

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As I finally shake out the confetti and pack up yet another wig in my every growing collection, I sit with morning coffee in hand and grin. Yes the 54 party was over the "coke spoon" moon, but it was spending the weekend with friends old, new, and even long lost that evoke the fondest memories.This is what I have come away with...-Once again Terrell Sandefur has proven that there ain't no party

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One of the biggest things that rattles my cage is when I hear people "wine" that there is nothing to do in Macon. Open your eyes people! The weekends are bustling! Here are just a few things that would make Bacchus proud and are guaranteed to be .hmmessage P {margin:0px;padding:0px;} body.hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} FABULOUS, FUN and some even FREE!1. First Friday! Start

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Friday did not start out so great. In fact it was tainted on Thursday by yahoos. A canceled beach trip left me in quite the "Grrrry" mood. For two very good reasons, I am in desperate need to have waves lapping at my feet and sand between my toes. With an upcoming "competition" between me and Alvin Queen I need to get my Brown Down. Secondly, I didn't make any plans for the weekend. Why would I

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I admit it. Finally. After years of keeping it a secret...I'm coming out of the closet.The Disco Closet.1976. It started when I was in sixth grade. I was 10 years old, always the youngest in my class (one drawback of having a "Giant Brain"). It was raining one day during recess, a complete novelty in the Scottsdale desert. Our teacher called us to come inside. A myriad of groans went up at the

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Jazz. It runs through me and always has. I grew up listening to all the standards, all the greats. My kids can now say the same. I know it has sunk in to who they are just like it did to me, whether they care to admit it or not. They will realize this one day, just as I did. So it was fortuitous that all the kids would be home the weekend of the 32nd annual Atlanta Jazz Festival. Not for the jazz

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It's funny. I am not the sappy sentimental type. Yes certain things trigger a memory. A song can bring to mind a concert, a friend, or even a first dance. Food can remind me of a boisterous meal shared with friends or a quiet evening alone with Jimmy Leg. Even the smell of Old Bay brings back fond memories of time spent at the beach. But none of those things get me nostalgic. I'm just not that

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It's no secret I love all things française. Just look around my home and it's a dead give away. From subtle fleur de lis faintly painted on the breakfast room walls, vintage french bistro signs in the butler's pantry, a small Tour Eiffel tucked in a bookcase, the toile covered screen porch, paintings of L'Arc de Triomphe in the living room and of course the Marc Chagall. Something about the

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This morning as I laid in bed at extremely late hour of 7:30 AM, I made a decision. I am lying low this coming week. Mainly because I am completely exhausted. A full week of non stop dinner parties and events has left me and Jimmy Leg spent. Weeks of preparations, readying the courtyard, and cooking are all finally over. I wasn't quite sure the toll this week would have on me. After all, hosting

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This week I have spent in a whirl and continue to be in one through Sunday. But in all the chaos there have been the most delightful moments of respite. Time spent catching up with a "Mad Man".Alvin Queen is legendary. Truly. Ask any, I mean ANY jazz cat and they'll tell you. He is so respected and revered by other musicians. One cat even told me he would sell all his belongings and follow Queen

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Somehow I get myself into things. Things that require much work, most of my time, a lot of focus, and I do it all willingly. Lately it seems I have been beating my head against doors. I have been trying to get a jazz cat's tour booked, which is hugely time consuming. Add to that the constantly full event calendar, various board duties, the gym, and I find myself almost spinning my wheels. So why

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This Saturday Jimmy Leg and I hosted a little soiree for Bitsy and her prom crew. It always seems ridiculous to me for kids to go and spend an exorbitant amount of money for a meal they will be rushed to eat and not really enjoy. So I proposed the idea of a "Mocktail Party" for her friends, complete with signature "cocktail" to match Bitsy's dress. She was GORGEOUS and classic, with hair in a

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On quite possibly the busiest week I've had in a long time I added a few more things to the schedule. What could put my preparations for 3 parties on the back burner, why being in a MOVIE of course!Not just ANY movie but STUCK! Director Steve Balderson’s tribute to film noir genre. Could there be anything better than a female prison movie complete with a "mother killer" heroine, hard boiled dames

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A vow of not entertaining for the weekend is ALWAYS sure to backfire. Not only did I break that vow, but I did it 3 times. I guess the saying holds true, good things DO come in threes!This past Friday I started feeling remiss in my decision to stay home and get things done. Everyone around me was going to events I would have been attending. Hearing my friend's plans I felt well, left out of the

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This weekend I have made the painful decision NOT to make any social plans. I know what you're thinking! Have I been smokin' crack? The reason behind this weekend's social hiatus is much more mundane. It really is my only chance to get Jimmy Leg out in the courtyard to do a little gardening and such. In my terms "and such" means pond mucking and fountain cleaning. Luckily my trusty pal Rick Cain

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It's incredible to me that she had been missing for a year. She wandered off last year almost to the day. EllynAnne Geisel had come for a visit last spring. Naturally I had to show her my aprons. I drew them all out saving one of my favorites for last. It suddenly became clear to me she wasn't hanging in the pantry. I searched, knowing she would turn up in a laundry basket or on a chair. Time

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I am not quite sure when it happened. But some time in the past few weeks complacency set in.As you well know since January first I have been hitting the gym pretty hard. But once Daddy fell ill and Spring Break rolled around the two a days slowly dropped off.Last night I was in for a rude awakening. I spent the entire day working in the courtyard. Hauling heavy planters, lugging 40lb bags of

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This weekend has proven to be once again delightful, despite being incredibly busy.Friday started with us having the extreme pleasure of being able to catch up with old friends.After the arrival of les Français we headed to the Fired Works Preview Party where all of SoChi was! Jimmy Leg and I even ran into NoChi's Jimmy and Claudia Wells whom we hadn't seen in ages. After a quick catch up we

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This weekend I plan on getting all EFFED up! No, it's not what you think (that was LAST weekend). I'm talking about my five faves... Fired up, Frenchified, Fabulous, Fun and Finally~Firstly there's Fired Works! Not only is the Preview Party one of the best deals EVAH (only $25 for dinner, open bar and entertainment by Hair's EKC Quartet) but it's getting the chance to buy FABULOUS ceramics before

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Yes Darling.Two little words that are easy to say and reflect on three other little words. But how often do I find myself NOT saying them to Jimmy Leg. Well, I certainly don't mean to give the impression that I am a shrew who doesn't adore my man. I do! But it seems I always say yes to the needs of everyone else around me and not often enough to the love of my life. Tragic! My JL is the doting

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Karen Carpenter was spot on something when she sang about "Rainy days and Mondays". I am NOT referring to a diet either. As I look out the window on this dreary, cold, and rainy day, I can't help but feel in a funk. I need only to think back on my MOST wonderful weekend to have my spirits rise.Friday night's White Trash Bash was beyond FUN! For those who missed it, you can live it vicariously

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It always seems that when I come home after being away the week that follows is full of...well, EVERYTHING!The drudgery that comes with playing "catch up" can wear a girl down. Between a week of meetings, the beginning stages of booking a tour for George Petit, Daddy still in the hospital, planning a jazz event for May, getting back into the gym, and tending to a weedy garden, has made this week

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I find lately that all the talk around SoChi has turned cheap and trashy.Of course I am referring to The White Trash Bash this Friday night at the SoChi Gallery.Deciding on what to wear has been the hardest thing. The possibilities are endless! There are WAY too many "role models" to choose from such as...Peg Bundy, Pam Anderson, Jessica Simpson, Britney Spears, Dina Lohan, Nadya Suleman, any of

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I didn't think that it would happen. The best laid plans always seem to unravel!For months EllynAnne Geisel and I had planned a little vaycay. We were getting together at the beach. This would be no ordinary get away, it never is with EA in the picture. The plan was to celebrate her birthday and finally have our "Prince Charmings" meet. But with Daddy's health taking a turn for the worse it

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Yesterday was excruciatingly long. It was a good day though. I spent the majority of it with one of my favorite tough guys, Daddy.He was much more alert today and knew I was there. Smiling at my inane chatter and even trying to laugh at my stupid jokes. While still on a ventilator, I knew that it wouldn't be for much longer. He spoke to me with his eyes and with a squeeze of my hand, and with the

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Things change in the blink of an eye. I have been relatively quiet this week for good reason.It all started in the wee hours of Friday/Saturday morning. As Jimmy Leg and I were preparing to leave Sweet T's amazingly FUN Pretty in Pink Party at SoChi the phone call came. Daddy was in the OR having emergency surgery.We spared no time in getting to the hospital. Thankfully a better part of the night

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This weekend I'll be in the pink! (Ash, that line was for you!)Cherry Blossom Pink!Friday night Jimmy leg and I are kicking it off old school by popping into the Cherry Blossom Gala Ball to dance to the Georgia Big Band. But only for a sec, because there's bigger fun to be had at the SoChi Gallery (where else)!Where the fun turns from old school to retro at the Pretty in Pink party.I know Sweet

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