I went on a hike last weekend with a friend of mine from high school. We saw the second largest tree in Georgia -- it’s big (but not as big as the largest). So we’re walking along, minding our own business when his wife says “you guys just stepped over a Copperhead”. For those of you that slept through biology…that would be a poisonous snake. Sure enough, there sat a motionless snake with his head perched up ready to strike. His gray markings left him barely distinguishable from the path below. And to be exact, it was my friend who stepped over the snake whose head happened to be pointed in my direction. Welcome to the South…
Here I sit nearly 3 months into this adventure. My first project is wrapping up, I actually have phone numbers of people who aren’t family, and I met someone who knows the infamous Jeff Fisher. Having more free time in the evenings, I’ve taken to cooking quite a bit – I even bought a live lobster! So I was watching the Food Network and I felt inspired to make a Basil Pesto sauce. I bought a real basil plant, toasted the pinenuts, and nearly cut off my fingers in the blender. I then thought I would go all Italiano and do the old frying pan pasta wrist flip thing that you might see at a pasteria -- so yeah…dinner ended up being a little…ok a lot smaller than I was expecting. Watch out Emeril…bam!
So work? Bermuda is in the books and New York could be on the horizon – but hey this is Consulting and “New York” could turn into Bismark, North Dakota in January :). Family? It’s been fun to see my folks, my sisters, my nieces and nephews, and a lot of youth soccer and baseball. Church? Small groups are kicking into high gear and I’ve been hanging with this guy Judd who may just know everybody in Atlanta. And other news…the Stone Mountain Great Miller Lite Chili Cook-Off is in a week – best chili east of Texas…oh yeah!
Signs You’re In the South
- You don’t go 5 minutes in a conversation without hearing the phrase “Y’all”
- Waffle House – 24 hour breakfast any time, cheap eat, dining mecca…located roughly every quarter mile on the freeway…fine dining!
- Your apartment door (3rd floor no less) gets flooded with menus from every Americanized Chinese restaurant in Greater Northern Atlanta
- Atlanta in a nutshell – On Saturday night, I’m at this fancy café (it has a drink menu that has about 40 pages) that looks like it’s straight out of 19th century Austria with fountains, crepes, 50+ cakes, etc. I walk out the door and across the street in the mall parking lot is the Budweiser tent with big screens tuned into the Georgia football game
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