My first trip to Atlanta

I was driving in Downtown Atlanta today and it brought back memories of my first ever trip to Atlanta.

Two of my girlfriends and former co-workers and I at the
rooftop bar at the Hilton in Downtown Atlanta

I came here for work in January 2011. We stayed at the Hilton and Marriott, which are connected by an overpass in Downtown, and our convention was at the Congress Center. 

The first night we were there we went to Gladys Knight's Chicken and Waffles. Since it was the first night our work schedule wasn't too hectic yet, so we were all sort of in party mode. Well, little did we know, no alcohol is served at Gladys Knight's, because she's Mormon. Who knew? Not me. Needlesstosay, we (me, ok, it was me) were very disappointed.

Coping with bad days by remembering a few of my favorite things

Moving is tough. Especially when you move far away from your friends and family. Sure you can call or Skype, but the lack of physical connection can suck. It's especially tough to be new to an area when you're having a bad day. Your regular support system isn't there (physically) to help you out. But you've got to stay positive because eventually things will work out. In the meantime, you have to get in touch with your inner Julie Andrews and think of a few of your favorite things. Here are some if mine:

1) My puppy.

Biden being playful

Biden sitting pretty

There is literally nothing that brightens my day like my puppy. He is the cutest dog in the world. 

Grown men will stare at him, mesmerized by his cuteness and say things like, "Damn, that dog is adorable!" or "I don't usually like small fluffy dogs, but that one is really cute!" or "Oh my god, that is the cutest dog in the world. No, I'm serious, he is so cute."

I'm pretty sure my baby is the key to world peace. He is the only species to charm Handsome's older, larger, grumpy dog.

My dog is so special to me I wanted him to have an important name, so I named him after two great mean from Pennsylvania. VP Joe Biden (born in Scranton) and my grandfather. We call Biden Paul, "B," for short, and he never fails at cheering me up.