joviann shouts out

The Wimbish Mansion

2010-01-28T06:08:00.001-08:00

Okay. The Wimbish Mansion. It has a beautiful exterior. They let you bring in your own alcohol. Considering the location of it (smack dab in the middle of the city) it is priced below average.

I was very excited about visiting it, but after I left I realized how much I hated it. Here's why.

1. The woman giving the tour was condescending and rude. She made it seem as if we were holding her up and wasting her time. Perhaps she was hungry for dinner?

2. Her largest selling point about the space was the fact that we can bring our own booze. Now, I agree that is a huge amount of savings, but if that is all she has to offer...well...I just don't know.

3. She stated very bluntly that our reception music must start promptly at 8pm (or so, I may be miss quoting the time) or else the music at the club next door would start booming and it would be heard throughout. Uhm. Okay.

4. The parking. We have the option to pay in advanced for the guests parking or letting them know that there will be a $5 parking feel. Of course option number one comes to mind, but then we are shown that the parking is "conveniently" located through a dark, dingy, and disgusting alley, and around the corner. Oh my. How safe? How tacky? Who wants to enter a wedding after venturing through adventure alley? Not me.

5. The interior of the building is the complete opposite of the exterior. It showcases dated carpeting, walls, creaky floors and tacky fake gold painted detailing in the "ballroom". Notice the gold in the photo pictured here. Behind the pictured Bride and Groom you would see the aisle she just walked down. At the entrance of the aisle are two swinging double doors to the kitchen, a red "pull in case of fire" thingy, and an all around high school cafeteria style ambiance.

6. In the hallway (this freaked Charlie out mostly) there are framed pictures of all the women that were president of the Atlanta Women's Club over the years. The oldest photo dating back to the 1800s. Cool right? Not really. A bit creepy actually and the pics are there to stay.

7. The groom's dressing room is large enough to fit a few tuxes and the grooms men standing side to side like sardines, while the catering staff is given an entire wing (almost) of the mansion. Their room includes a private bathroom, if I am remembering correctly. (Or perhaps a private restroom down the hall.)

8. As my mother, Bubba, Charlie and I sat and spoke softly amongst ourselves about the space, the woman slides in and sits down in front of us with a sneer and says, "Well, you don't have to make any decisions tonight, but I do have to be out of here by 8:00pm". How very polite.

As she rushes us out the door she shouts through the crack of the door as it closes and says once again for an added incentive "You get to bring in your own ALCOHOL!". -SLAM- goes the door. What a selling point!

In short. It's a no for Charlie and I.

Wedding Ideas: KING PLOW

2009-12-30T17:09:00.000-08:00

These first two photos are examples of the space already decorated. King Plow Arts Center is gorgeous... but may be a bit too expensive..

The rest of the picture are from my camera. They show the raw, undecorated space. What I like about King Plow is the history...I like the idea of walking down an isle that traces the exact spot a train used to go through. I also love the look of the brick and the history behind the building.

2009-11-01T16:58:00.000-08:00

Carina Round inspires me.

My Halloween Inspiration

2009-10-27T18:14:00.000-07:00

Here are some photos I found on Google to inspire me for my Halloween Costume! I can't wait to get all dressed up like a cat! I'm going mainly brown and a touch of black.

On Halloween night I will be performing with my newly formed Jackpie Improv team entitled DON'T SCIENCE. Everyone will be in costume, there will be performances all night starting at 8pm followed by a huge after party, all taking place at Relapse Theatre. Its located on 14th Street.

Can't wait to see all my buddies there!

2009-10-03T11:00:00.000-07:00

There is so much to love about October.
I love the clear skies...The soft breeze...The slightly cooler air...The most beautiful beginning to a new season.
Soon, the leaves will start changingto perfect shades of orange and red and brown...I will fill my house with the smell of pumpkin spice...And of course...soon comes Halloween.
Halloween opens the window to the holiday season.
Happy people...Happy weather...
....Happy October.

I've got your back.

2009-10-03T10:48:00.000-07:00

While bartending (my previous job) a customer drew something like this on a napkin for me.

It was probably the funniest thing I had seen in a very long time.

celebrate life

2009-08-27T17:19:00.000-07:00

in December 2006, i had a scary thing happen to me. To be more specific i nearly lost my father because of 3 heart attacks. We hadn't had a very good relationship, but after that happened i realized that perhaps it was time to let go of grudges and open arms to family.

an amazing friend bought this for me. I've cherished it. loved it. and let it symbolize the shortness of life and the importance of family.

i broke it the other day. almost cried... then i didnt. because now it can symbolize even more after it's glued back together again.

things that are broken can be fixed.

"She" (a sonnet)

2009-08-27T09:10:00.000-07:00

SHE (a sonnet)

She changes gracefully like the seasons;
She elegantly glides with the breeze.
Living her life full of magical transitions
With an absence of troubles all days are at ease.
Oh what a life she must live!
She holds a special key.
The secret to happiness she'll give
If you join her in her destiny.
You lack the courage to seek the adventure
You hide and hold the potential deep within.
Fear makes you resist her irresistible lure
You have forever desired to be forgotten.
Sadness overwhelms your face as she wishes you farewell
She’s gone to live the stories; you'll never get to tell.

____________________________________________

I'm taking a British Literature class at GPC and I was invited to write a sonnet for extra credit. (Who could say 'no' to extra credit?)

It's classified as The English (or Shakespearian) Sonnet, containing 3 quatrains of alternating rhyme and a couplet:

a b a b
c d c d
e f e f
g g

Oh yeah, and the volta (a change from one rhyme group to another signifies a change in subject matter) takes place in line 9. Much like The Italian (or Petrarchan) Sonnet.

... you can go ahead an pat me on the back now.

GPC

2009-08-16T09:19:00.000-07:00

Georgia Perimeter College has made it enormously difficult for me to start school up again. Their online college experience is shitty.

fin.

the world is open to us....

2009-07-14T18:11:00.000-07:00

i cant feel the things i used to feel that made my pen move. i'm grateful for the things i have now that have made me silent. i'm disappointed to find my spiral notebooks dusty. disappointed in myself for that. i miss the writing. it was my therapy. you get used to this therapy and it helps move you. it gets you through the day. then suddenly... something, or in my case someone, replaces the therapy.

My new therapy said to me the other day, "The world is open to us."

to which I replied, "thank you for inspiring me."

and here i sit. with my keyboard (my figurative 'pen') and nothing to say. still. nothing to rhyme or move or speak in metaphors. just thoughts of all this.

My friend Karen on CNN

2009-07-01T19:11:00.000-07:00

ahhhhh!!!

2009-06-30T13:43:00.000-07:00

I've had it up to [here] with bitchy customers at my table. Why do people feel it necessary to treat me so poorly?

I hope I get the things I want after the next few weeks. I'm not sure I can stomach this bad restaurant behavior anymore.

...

new

2009-06-30T06:30:00.000-07:00

diet. (why? - because I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired! i want a healthy body.)

NO: sugar, caffeine, white flour products, dairy, soda, alcohol (except red wine).

LESS: meats of all kinds

ENJOY: organic cranberry juice daily, fish, beans, eggs, brown rice, whole grains, whole wheat pasta, soy products, fruits, veggies, nuts, green tea, red wine.

exercise minimum 90minutes a week. (3 days a week, 30 minutes)

5 days and counting....I think I can do it.

Our apartment is really coming together nicely. Its clean and pretty and comfortable....nice.

i think i have ibs.

2009-04-19T08:26:00.000-07:00

Irritable bowel syndrome (IBS) is a blanket term for a variety of diseases causing discomfort in the gastro-intestinal tract. It is also called spastic colon, is a functional bowel disorder characterized by chronic abdominal pain, discomfort, bloating, and alteration of bowel habits in the absence of any organic cause. In some cases, the symptoms are relieved by bowel movements. Diarrhea or constipation may predominate, or they may alternate (classified as IBS-D, IBS-C or IBS-A, respectively). IBS may begin after an infection (post-infectious, IBS-PI) or a stressful life event. Other functional or pain disorders and certain psychological conditions are more common in those with IBS. Although there is no cure for IBS, there are treatments which attempt to relieve symptoms, including dietary adjustments, medication and psychological interventions. Patient education and a good doctor-patient relationship are also important. Several conditions may present as IBS including coeliac disease, mild infections, parasitic infections like giardiasis, several inflammatory bowel diseases, functional chronic constipation, and chronic functional abdominal pain. In IBS, routine clinical tests yield no abnormalities, though the bowels may be more sensitive to certain stimuli, such as balloon insufflation testing. The exact cause of IBS is unknown. The most common theory is that IBS is a disorder of the interaction between the brain and the gastrointestinal tract, although there may also be abnormalities in the gut flora or the immune system. IBS does not lead to more serious conditions in most patients. But it is a source of chronic pain, fatigue and other symptoms, and it increases a patient's medical costs, and contributes to work absenteeism. Researchers have reported that the high prevalence of IBS, in conjunction with increased costs produces a disease with a high societal cost. It is also regarded as a chronic illness and can dramatically affect the quality of a sufferer's life.

ain't that a bitch?

Why Relapse Theatre is important.

2009-04-06T15:19:00.000-07:00

Relapse Theatre is the melting pot of all performing arts. The home of many local artists: comedians, improv actors, theatre actors, film actors, directors, producers, teachers, vocalist, musicians, models, graphic artists, photographers, painters, burlesque dancers, break dancers, wrestlers, … artists. The only theatre in Atlanta that says ‘yes’ to all forms of art, and the only theatre in Atlanta that said ‘yes’ to me.

Who am I? My name is Sally Ann Cone Founder and Artistic Director of Coup de Theatre Atlanta (CDT). What is CDT? - A non-profit, community theatre run by me. In the years 2006 and 2007 we were in the Little 5 Points Atlanta area putting on small productions in the back of a bakery. Late 2007 I was notified that the bakery owner was going out of business. I asked around some Atlanta theatres hoping to find a new place where CDT could continue producing plays. I got many ‘no’s and many extremely over-priced offers that CDT simply could not afford. Bob Wood of Relapse Theatre, however, opened his arms, heart, and of course his doors to a young woman with big ideas. Without Relapse CDT would cease to exist. I’ll never forget what Bob said to me. He said, “I only hope that one day you can do what I’ve done for you, for someone else”. Now, as CDT continues to grow larger and larger with every production, I can foresee Bob’s hope one day becoming a reality.

Relapse mixes business with kindness, trust, and respect. These are values that most businesses in today’s society don’t even know how to pronounce.

The people that congregate within the Relapse Theatre walls, whether they are a performer or a patron, all leave with one thing in common… a smile. That is what makes Relapse Theatre a success, and that is why I will forever stand by Bob Wood and his Relapse Theatre.

Best Regards,
Sally Ann Cone

2009-04-06T14:41:00.000-07:00

A few transfers from long ago...

August 14, 2008
I love you.
I love equally too, The words 'us' and 'we',
'You' and 'I' combined into one.
One word, one entity, two minds together make one great team.
I love the pair of us.
The couple that we have come to be.
Together we love endlessly, unconditionally - we.
We love eachothers company.
Without 'us' 'we' would simply be
'I'or 'you' - without the 'and' that connects the two.
Without you, I simply wouldn't be anything other than 'me'.
Which is tremendously less than 'we'.

April 3, 2008 - Thursday
calm now
You speak out of turn,
your anger feeds the hungry beast.
Running from this place you
plummet down this pointed cliff.
Falling and crashing into each jagged
boulder made of stone.
Leaving nothing of you behind
but torn peices of flesh.

March 16, 2008 - Sunday
I can only shine as bright as the stars in the sky, and tonight...there are none.
the pessimist in me reminds me that the so-called stars in the sky are merely planes flying above with their distant twinkling light. all my expectations and hopes...my trust in you that i won’t be left alone...the pessimist in me tells me i am alone now, always have been, and shall be forevermore. the pessimist in me can see the bleak future awaiting us all. It can see what the optimist in me tries to hide from myself daily. the pessimist in me knows better. the pessimist in me haunts me with ghosts of relationships past, with memories of what was never meant to last. the pessimist in me persuades my thoughts and conquers my logic. the pessimist in me reveals that it is no one’s fault but my own. the pessimist in me is me, and the optimist in me fades away with the stars that dimmed long, long ago.

December 17, 2007 - Monday
...
and then the night would come too soon
wasting away through and through
my skin...skinn....skinnn
always waiting on the moon.
and then the night opens her eyes.

November 3, 2007 - Saturday
waiting. wanting. wilting.
this flower avoidsall rays of light
but those rays from
it's deepest desires.
this flower loses it's life.
it wilts in silence
always waiting for that inch of
rejuvenation from that most distant ray.
the attainable yet
equally unreachable ray
brings out the
flowers' most vibrant
colors. this lonely flower sits in darkness
rejecting all rays
but his. awaiting
the moment he shines his light once more.
waiting.wanting.wilting.

may 17th 2007
"the plane ride"
warm sprite
black skies
popping ears
suppressing cries
the time has come
to leave behind
all hopes all dreams
all thoughts of you.
the silience between
you and i
is more overwhelming than the starry sky
you write in your book
and i in mine
i wonder should i
ignore these signs?
your thoughts of me
slip awayand i wonder what
you write today.
write of the city?
or write of me?
write of the birds and trees?
-no-
you wouldnt write of
birds and trees
and you certainly wont
write about me.
perhaps you write of other girls
or hopes and wishes
and travels and tours.
one thing's for sure
i'll tell you now
-you are the only one i write about.
so i look to the window
and now all i see - is a sad
simple reflection of
you and me.
me with my pen
and you with yours.
a sad displayof what's come to be
of this relationship
that we call "we".
we are home-bound,
and with a frown -
i look out the window
and down.

April 17, 2007 - Tuesday
a sporatic temper fueledby a subconscious, selfish fireinsecure accusations leadto my damnation regardlessof their originationsabuse abuse abusei do so much only to be scolded and usedi'm here for you always, andyou there for me when it's convenient for you?tell me what would you choose?live your life away from thosefears. fears haunt you throughoutthe day bringing you downyou're living in so much dismaythis isnt how you are cursed to beit's how you choose to beliving in entrapment, closed doorschains locked, no where to run -all you have is a clock...listen to thesound of your life passing by,listen to the sound of my resilient
::sigh::
goodbye.

March 8, 2007 - Thursday
I am Star-crossed
For this unbroken
and neverending
Orbit I have been
Cursed to travel
Holds me captive.
Disguising my evil ways
From my prey,
Although it is I, Who
Endures the most pain.
I am star-crossed, and
Searching for my
Rightful skies.

Getting back into it...

2009-04-06T14:37:00.000-07:00

I used to write a lot, and now I don't. So here is my attempt to do it more often.

okay.