A visit to the real world.

And no, I’m not referring to that life changing reality show I used to watch instead of reading and gaining knowledge.

The Coach and I had a getaway this past weekend. We fled the hellfire heat of Florida for a few days. We ventured 10 hours north to the North Georgia (pronounced Jaaaw-Jaaa) mountains with my Aunt Trisha and Uncle Jim; who I lovingly refer to as Uncle Trisha and Aunt Jim. No, they’re not transitioning, we’re just silly.

My Aunt and Uncle rented a cute little cabin in the woods where we didn’t have contact with any other humans. I know what you’re thinking, this is how all horror movies start, but spoiler alert: we survived.

AT & UJ only live an hour or two from this area, but even for them, there is a nice temperature change from what they’re accustomed to in HOTLanta. And that is only ONE of the reasons they are thinking of moving to the mountains. The heat. The militia. The riots. You know, the regular things that giving, kind and law-abiding people have to worry about lately.

So, we spent our time visiting, shopping for houses, eating, laughing, house shopping, laughing. Regular stuff. It was SO nice to see them. They’ve always been my pseudo parents and even at 52, they are needed and appreciated in my life.

*Suz checks dictionary to make sure she’s using the term pseudo properly* WHAT THE HELL? I thought I knew what that meant, but apparently it’s a term used in PRISON for people who take on family roles. I want to clarify, that none of us have been in prison. Yet. And they are actually my Aunt and Uncle and not my bitches.

Let’s move on from the prison talk, shall we?

AT & UJ didn’t realize they brought their own personal home inspector with them.

Fun fact: We manufacture cabinetry-woodwork and fabricate stone countertops….It’s happened more times than not that we will be invited to someone’s home (party, gathering, funeral) and I will find the Coach opening up someone’s cabinet or drawer looking at the workmanship. It’s embarrassing, but he thinks nothing of it. He actually pulled the ENTIRE drawer out and was inspecting it before I snapped this photo. I can’t take him anywhere. In case you were wondering, the cabinetry was beautiful and met his high standards.

Meanwhile, Suz is outside inspecting flowers and the ginormous bumble bees.*swoon*

Do you remember last week when I shared that my friend Stacy who lives 8 houses down found a bear in her back yard? As if you’ve thought about anything other than that. Well, the bear thing was on my brain and before we arrived in the mountains and joined AT & UJ, AT texted me stating that a bear had crossed in front of them on the road; this excited me for some reason and I shared with my husband as he was driving. “Suzanne, we have bears ON our street.” Me: “But yeah, those are CITY bears, these are MOUNTAIN bears.”

I don’t know why he doesn’t get that.

Don’t you think of your special people while on the potty?

This cute bear was our TP holder in the cabin. I texted to my girl Stacy: “I think of you every time I pee.”

But, you know what? I forgot to send the picture of the bear holding the TP.

Are you laughing as hard I were when I realized this?

It’s ok. She probably thinks of me when she pees too. If we were in prison, she’d be my wife; we’re that close.


I’ve had some major glitches with my blog and it’s all my own doing. Like most of my problems, I bring them on myself. I’m trying to figure out how to connect my profile to this blog for when I comment. Right now, that isn’t working and I can’t seem to easily comment on blogger blogs.

I am good. I am kind. I am special, but I am NOT technologically intelligent.

Happy Friday my friends!

12 thoughts on “A visit to the real world.

  1. I am trying to imagine Stacey’s face when she got the text sans bear tp holder picture. So dang funny! Glad you had a good time. Ah, looking at houses – so fun. Laughing with people, also a favorite past time.

    Once again, I wish you lived closer because I could have used some of that Coach’s expertise when we were doing our addition and adding on to our kitchen in the year 2017 . . . and here we are, still waiting for it to be completed. I think we have finally found ‘the guy’ who won’t mess with us.

    My Coach occasionally brings his expertise to social gatherings too. I might find him tucked away in a room away from the party inspecting someone’s knee, or back, or elbow. Why do our men not know how to behave in polite company? (Honestly Coach only does this when someone begs him for help – not his favorite thing to do while not at work. He will only help on the spot if it is someone close to us – otherwise pushing on their buttocks while they are face-planted on the floor would be a little ‘off’).

    Good luck with your technical stuff, I would be of no help as I suffer from similar difficulties. Got a new phone and still waiting for a teen to sync it with the Bluetooth in the car.

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    1. Stacy is used to my shenanigans. 😉
      Yeah, you needed a kitchen intervention; those people did not do right by you. Such a pity because: TIME AND MONEY.
      You might have to GTS (google that shit) regarding your phone sync.

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  2. That looks like a beautiful place! I can’t blame your aunt and uncle for wanting to move from Atlanta with all going on there right now. Sending a text and forgetting to add the picture is something I do a lot, or I’ll send the picture without the text!

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  3. My parents didn’t live too far from there when they lived in Chattanooga. We used to drive to the North Georgia area all of the time, it’s really lovely there.

    I’ve missed your blog, so I am glad you’re back. 🙂

    I think of lots of people when I pee AND poo.
    Also, I have lots of people who’d be my “prison bitches”.

    I realize I swear a lot in your comment section. I bet your friends talk about me. I bet they say, “that’s that potty mouth friend of Suz”.
    So I fit right into this comment thread.

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  4. You crack me up!!!

    I know exactly how they feel wanting to move from Atlanta. I don’t want to move.. but Baltimore sucks, especially for us law abiding citizens.

    Glad that you had a great visit with your bitc…. aunt and Uncle.

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  5. I had no idea pseudo had anything to do with prison!? But I use words incorrectly all the time and find out later they didn’t mean what I thought at all. I don’t know why my writer’s career hasn’t taken off. A getaway in the woods sounds fabulous, bears and all.

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