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An Open Letter to the NHL

Somewhere a village is missing its idiot - NHL commissioner Gary Bettman. I think I can speak for all Atlanta residents when I beg said village to please, for the love of all things holy, take back its rightful idiot. Here in Atlanta, we already have our own idiots in the form of Atlanta Spirit Group owners and manager Michael Gearon, Bruce Levenson, Don Waddell and the rest of their cronies. Because we already are laden down with idiots here in Atlanta, we really don’t have the resources to adopt your idiot too. It seems that...

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Los Angeles is Burning

Wow, this blog entry has been a long time coming … much like my trip to Los Angeles had been. It was my first trip to Venice, Santa Monica, Malibu or Anaheim (which sucked; see why below) and I didn’t really realize what I had been missing in the beach communities. Venice in particular sort of felt like home. Now, I see why so many old friends have settled there. Despite that there are a ton of Atlantans in Southern California, it seems that the stereotype of the Georgia redneck still holds true, as I...

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An Age Old Conundrum

I’ve never been one to celebrate Valentine’s Day. I don’t buy Hallmark cards commemorating the occasion for my son or my parents (seriously, save a tree people). I don’t send mass texts to my friends. Even in a serious relationship, the best a man is apt to get from me is a meal out … and that’s only if he asks. I tend to conform to the belief that, if you really love someone, you should show them you care all year long. This year, however, an interesting, almost anti V-day event, caught my attention and...

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Million Different People

If my teenage life had a theme song it would have been The Smiths’ Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now. Maybe I listened to too much new wave music or maybe it was just my adolescent hormones raging, but I was, on even my very best days, an angry wild child with a penchant for bad behavior. This is probably why my favorite statement when things aren’t going my way is still, “That’s it. I’m off to hang myself in the shower.” It’s a generational thing. We were raised on railing against the system. Still, against all odds,...

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How to Woo a Woman … or Don’t be a Douche

It’s no secret in my social circle that I’m a guys kind of girl. I watch sports, I laugh at raunchy jokes and can drink with the best of ‘em. In fact, it wasn’t until late in my life that I developed close friendships with more than a handful of women. One thing I hear repeatedly from my multitude of guy friends is that they just don’t understand what the hell is up with the opposite sex. Ironically, I feel the exact same way about the opposite sex (men are a freaking enigma to me)....

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Don’t Tease the Tarantulas

My friends and I were recently reminiscing about a trip we took to Belize the summer before last, and I realized I never published anything about the vacation. What a shame. Belize is one of the most awe-inspiring places I’ve ever visited. The people are friendly, the drinks flow freely (usually) and the scenery is beautiful. We even made a few friends along the way. It would be impossible to list all the lessons I learned there in this blog (don’t tease the tarantulas, don’t touch insects in the jungle, howler monkeys make scary sounds,...

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Birthday Bitters

Let’s get one thing straight: I live in Atlanta because I hate the cold. Believe me, it’s not the easy traffic, clean air and kind people that have kept me here all these years (although I do have some pretty amazing friends in town). The traffic is some of the worst in the world, we spend more time on smog alert than Homeland Security does on orange and most of the transplants don’t have one iota of that much reputed Southern charm you always hear about - especially when driving through the smog blanketed city....

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Stung Another Day

Instead of succumbing to the usual Thanksgiving helter skelter, I jetted off with my parents and my son to Herron Hill Villa on Great Exuma, Bahamas (thanks to my pal Scott Lowman for the use of his place). Another stamp in the passport, another round of vacation related injuries, and I’m back in time for the holidays only a little worse for wear. As usual, I came back from the trip with a few lessons learned, a few friends made and a few days of recovery time ahead of me. As poet Moslih Eddin Saadi...

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Ho Ho Homicide

Oh, the weather outside is frightful and my friend, Matt, just gave me news that’s no so delightful. So, since there’s no place to go (that isn’t playing holiday songs five days after Halloween), let my annual reminder flow, let it flow, let it flow. It’s that time of year again folks. When no reasonable person is ready for holiday jingles in retail establishments but they just keep playing them anyway. And, that means it’s time once again for my annual diatribe about the wonder and merriment of retail therapy this time of year: Today, while shopping,...

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Dirty Cars are a Deal Breaker

Today, I learned three things: (1) nothing is safe from the witty prose of Ashley Hesseltine, (2) apparently, I’m quotable and (3) apparently, I’m also a total narcissist. I guess that last one shouldn’t come as much of a surprise since people often say bloggers are the most narcissistic people on the planet but the other two came as a bit of a shock this morning when I logged onto Facebook for the first time. It all started when my girl (and fellow writer/editor/blogger) Ashley posted a question on her Facebook page that went something like,...

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