Since I've been here in Atlanta I've met some really cool people. One person, whom I'll call CeeCee, is particularly cool. She and I both like spoken word so we have been attending several spoken word events lately.

She appears to be really cool. I'm sure you are probably asking, "Well what is the problem Tee?" I'll tell what the problem is, we both have the same taste in men.

That my friend is a problem. We both see a good looking man come into the venue and we are both just looking and salivating. This is not good.

I see nothing good coming from our friendship, just alot of screaming and hair pulling. I think I need to end this now before it goes bad.

See ya CeeCee, it's been real.

After much deliberation, I've made a decision. I've decided that as much as I hate to move it's time I move once again. I know you all are saying, "But Tee, you JUST moved to Atlanta almost four months ago." I know, I know, but when it's time to go it's time to go.

Oh, I'm not going back to Baltimore. Hell no. I need to move from the apartments where I live. They are cute and all but the service here is horrible. Our building looks like we are in the ghetto because they are too cheap and inconsiderate to power wash our building. People I can't live like this. I'm not used to living in conditions that are not up to par. I took this weekend to look at a few apartments in the really nice section of town called Ashford Dunwoody. Very nice people. I found a place that I absolutely love. I'm going to continue looking though. I'm going to take the whole spring and summer to look actually. There are some really nice neighborhoods to consider like Midtown, Atlantic Station and Buckhead. I think by October or November I should have a firm decision on what area I want to live in.

I do hate the whole process of moving. I hate it with a passion but I need to get out of here and the sooner I do it the better. I figure October or November would be great since people typically don't move during those times and complexes traditionally offer great discounts and move in specials.

I'll keep you all posted on the developments.

All I have to say is that I LOVE the ones in Ashford Dunwoody. And bonus...the apartments I looked at are all across from the great Perimeter Mall! Score!

I'm going to be in so much trouble.

OK, so I finally broke down. I resisted for far too long and just realized life would be better if I just gave in.

Give in to what you ask? This getting old shit! This getting old crap sucks and there is nothing I can do about it. I was at a restaurant with a group of people and I was having trouble reading the menu and the check when it came. When I have my contacts in I can see great except when it comes to reading. I look like an 80 year old woman trying to read. It's pathetic. One of the people that was at dinner handed me her reading glasses and suggested I try them. I put those things on and Viole! I could read! It was amazing! I was actually able to read the check. Unbelievable.

You know what I did? The very next day I went out and bought my very own pair of reading glasses and they are amazing! I even bought a cute clear pink case for them.

So now I am one of these old people that you see that stretches out their arms trying to read a menu then whips out a pair of glasses from her purse and puts them on. Oh God, its official, I'm old.

I spent the last two weeks in Baltimore, minus the weekend, and I am finally home for good and I can't tell you how glad I am to finally sleep in my own bed tonight!

I was seated next to two young girls on the plane that were about 16 or 17. They were so cute. They felt the need to tell me that they just left New York and DC. This was their first time on a plane. They kept asking me questions about what to expect. "Can we use our phones?" "Can we use our iPods?" "Are we starting to go down now?" They were too cute.

They are from a very small town in Georgia with a population of 2000 and NY and DC was just a bit too much for them and they were glad to be getting back to their simple, small town lives.

The cute meter went off the charts when the one sitting next to me stated that she couldn't wait to get home to see her father. He just got home after spending a year in Afghanistan. She only spent 1 day with him before she had to go out of town. Aaaawwwww.

In stark contrast, there was this little kid seated behind me that kept kicking my chair. I wanted to pop him upside his head. Don't get it twisted, I will fight a kid.

So, last Sunday I walk into White House Black Market, one of my most favoritest stores ever!, and saw this really beautiful white strapless dress. I get their catalog and saw it in there and fell in love before I ever saw it in person. So I get to the store and immediately try on the dress and viole! The dress fits amazingly and looks really good on me. Want to see the dress? Here it is!



It looks way better on me then her but whatevs. I bought it at the Baltimore store when I got there on travel for business. So I was scheduled to be in Baltimore until Friday afternoon so I had the dress hanging in the hotel closet all week. I was all giddy with excitement trying to figure out just the perfect place to wear this treasure then it hit me! I had a fundraiser at this really swanky hotel in downtown Atlanta the following Saturday when I returned home.

So, fast forward to Friday. I go to the airport at the end of my work day ready to board the next thing smoking back to Atlanta. I get on the plane, stow the dress that is nicely protected by a beautiful black garment bag given to me by the store clerk. I take my seat and try to relax a bit until we touch down.

Fast forward 2 hours and I am grabbing my carry on's and exiting the plane with the quickness because I am anxious to get home. I get down to baggage claim and as I reach down and grab my red suite case from the carousel I immediately loudly exclaimed, "SHIT!" as I realized I left the garment bag with my beloved white strapless dress pictured above in the over head compartment on the plane! I start to freak out and I run to the lost baggage area to see if they can call someone to go on the plane and retrieve my bag. Simple right? Not so much. They call and no one sees the bag. I was told that after they cleaned the plane if it was located they would bring it to lost and found in a matter of hours. I asked if I could go up to the gate and look for the dress myself. The troll lady at the counter send me to ticketing to get a gate pass to go up there. I get to ticketing and "smiling bitch" looks at me completely clueless as to what to do then goes to find someone else to help. Two other people walk by and after a couple of calls and explaining over again my plight I finally get a gate pass but was informed the plane was currently boarding with new passengers on their way to some wonderful far off destination I'm sure. I go back to the lost baggage area and asked the folks if I could leave my bags there as I would make better time running through the airport without lugging a suite case and a large computer bag in toe. They refused. Good times. I run as fast as I could with all that crap I had to get through security. Aaaawww, the wonderful TSA agents. Gotta love them.

They scan my bag and proceed to pull me over to the side and go through my bag. I scream at them that I am tyring to retrieve my bag and the plane was about to leave. They did not care. They go through my stuff and take out my nail polish remover, lotion, hair spray, hair product and body wash. I am getting further pissed because I need my stuff. You all know how expensive Bath and Body works and hair products can be. They proceed to throw my shit away further exacerbating the issue. I finally get out of there and RUN to the gate and guess what? Go ahead, guess. Exactly, the plane is gone and there is no sign of my bag. I am pissed.

I go back to the lost baggage office. If any of you have ever gone in and out of Atlanta Hartsfield Airport you know that nothing is close by. I had to ride train after train to get to where I needed to go followed by running down long hallways.

Anyway, I get back to the lost baggage office and they tell me, again, there is nothing they could do and all I can do is go on a website and explain what happened. Um yeah. I get home hours later and proceed to do just that.

I get up and call the airline first thing and get a recorded line and nothing else. I decide that I really want this dress for that fundraiser later that night so I go to the White House Black Market store in The Mall of Georgia. I buy the dress again and wear it and look fabulous I might add. Had a great night.

The next morning, today, I get up and head back to the airport to go back to Baltimore for the week and decide to make one last effort to see if they could find my original dress. Lo and behold I found one nice lady that decided to make a few phone calls that were not made that Friday night. While she is making calls she is also filling out a report that was never taken when this whole thing went down. She finds out that my dress is hanging up at the very gate I came in on a couple nights ago. I run over to the gate and viole! my dress in hanging in a cubby. I am beyond thrilled.

I make it all the way to the opposite end of the corridor to my actual gate and hop on my plane to head back to Baltimore. I land and hot tail it over to the original store I first bought the dress and return it for a full refund so after all of that alls well and ends well.

Oy vey!