Happy St. Patrick's Day

From the Empire State Building

The sweetest thing

This is actually a screen grab from last week, but sometimes it's nice to see your work enthusiastically thrust into and waved about in the air, as opposed to torn and trampled on the ground by a million shoes. Of course, we'll never know if that's where this paper ended up.

When ATL freezes over

Last week, Scott and I went home to Atlanta. Well, I went home to Atlanta. Scott came with. We got in on Saturday, and on Sunday, the impossible. It snowed. In Atlanta. For hours. At my parents' house, there was only an inch or two, but other areas got a lot more and many of the surrounding counties closed schools on Monday. We were supposed to go visit Meaghan on Sunday, but the snow and ice kept us in the house. I tried to get a few shots...

From the back door




Out the front windows



On Monday, Mom and I finally made it up to Rome to see Meaghan and her super-cute kid, Logan. I forgot to take any pictures while we were there, so I'm stealing some from Meaghan...



It was kinda all downhill from there, unfortunately. On Tuesday, I came down with something, and I still haven't shaken it. On Wednesday, we tried to go out to lunch, but I couldn't even eat or sit up hardly and ended up at the clinic and then back home in bed. On Thursday we did some shopping and running around. We didn't want to go back to the house and sit around, so we ended up at Kennesaw Mountain (which, for those of you not from Atlanta, is a Civil War battleground site).











Dad took us out for dessert that night and I got chocolate pie that looked great...wish I could've tasted it. But I'm sure Mom didn't mind the leftovers. On Friday, we packed up, had lunch at Chick-fil-a, and headed to the airport. I'm pretty bummed that I was sick most of the time, but at least I was in a familiar place and knew where to find a doctor. Guess I'll just have to step up my efforts to get my parents to come visit sooner!

Belated

I missed it, due to moving and vacationing and whatnot, but as of Feb. 25, it's been one year since I started Little Peach Big Apple, and as of March 8, one year since we moved to New York. Happy birthday to my blog!

The view (and I don't mean the TV show)

So far so good in the new apartment. Last night I took a nice, long shower and had hot water the whole time! It's been at least a year if not more since I had that, so it was awesome. And we've already done a few loads of laundry in our very own washer and dryer. And did you know there's no 13th floor in this building? A lot of buildings are like that and I was curious so I checked the buttons in the elevat...

What? Huh? Shut up and post photos already? Oh alright. Sheesh. Picky picky.

Nighttime (basically panning from left to right). I don't think the pictures do it justice. I love the view at night. That little white triangle is the Empire State Building...





Daytime







The windows are kinda dirty on the outside, so I couldn't do much about that. I'll take photos of the inside once we get a few more boxes out of the middle of the floor...

Enjoy my view, and feel free to come see it for yourselves. Visitors welcome.

When God closes a door...

He always opens a window. Remember that phrase? Well that is case, unless you live on the 17th floor. Where the windows don't open more than a couple inches. I guess that's so kiddos can't fall out. I'm hoping I can remove them, since we're all adults here. And while we're at it, maybe the screens too, cause I hate looking through them at my fantastic view. I promise not to jump.

(Yes, yes, I know. Pictures. Coming soon, I promise.)

Hug a Journalist Day

According to the entity that is the all-knowing Facebook, Sunday, Feb. 15, is Hug a Journalist Day. 5,390 people are participating so far (apparently it was just started by a journalist who needs a little pick-me-up in the midst of all the nation's bad news, but I like the idea). So whether you love 'em or hate 'em, find a journalist and hug them and love them and squeeze them into itty bitty pieces on Sunday.

*This journalist accepting real, virtual, and IOU hugs.*