At first, we didn't notice the guy sitting inside a bus stop shelter at the corner of East Taylor and Lincoln Streets.

Then he yelled, "Black guy on a bench! Black guy on a bench!"

Because I hadn't understood what he said, I was confused by why my husband was cracking up laughing. Apparently our bus stop dwelling friend was giving us a heads-up, as to not "scare us," he explained later.

When the guy got a better look at Christian, he said, "Yo Larry Bird...got 80 cents I can borrow?"

I've donned my best plaid blazer and polyester pants to bring you this message...

Savannah realtors are going to have the chance to enter to win $300 in cash Wednesday during an Agent Open House from 4:30 to 7 p.m. at The Herty Lofts, the lovely condominium homes renovated from the former Charles Herty School at 1835 Skidaway Road on Savannah's East Side.

EVERYONE is invited to tour the Lofts this Sunday from
2 to 5 p.m. Ron Melander, is da man to contact at(912) 441-7124 or RMelander@corabettthomas.com.

View a video here.

More pretty pictures here.

Get directions and information here.

The April issue of Coastal Senior has an investigative piece that uncovers a real problem in our fair city.

Coastal Senior writer Bess T. Chappas, whose story had me laughing on the inside (I am no longer capable of exhibiting emotion), revealed a growing problem in Savannah: senior road rage.

According to her story, Ms. Chappas was chased up and down Savannah's Southside by a gray-haired granny with a grudge. When finally Chappas relented, stopped her car to confront her stalker, it turned out that all Grams wanted was an apology.

This only supports my long held theory that car manufacturers need to make standard in all vehicles a flashing, neon sign atop the roof of said vehicle that makes clear its driver's intentions. Fuck the turn signal. This is more specific, eliminating the problem of ambivalent communication between drivers. In Chappas' case, she would signal, "I'm sorry." In Granny's case, it would be, "You cut me off, asshole." This way, enraged drivers don't need to waste their time tracking their prey all over town to get the much deserved apology. Careless drivers can take their penance - nice and neatly.

I think I've got something here. Does anyone want to invest in this proposal?

I only caught a few months' worth of a glimpse of The Fabulous, Amazing Sinner G toward the tail end of her family's two-year stay in Savannah, but I can say her scheduled departure of TOMORROW is already making a dent.

This is of course THE Sinner G whose expertly promoted debut roller derby bout brought in record crowds to see the Savannah Devils earlier this month.

Sinner G is so well known on the IntarWebs, in fact, that she's cruisin' with the big kids if you Google Image 'Sinner G'.

So, I'm bummin, but wishing you and yours luck, G.
Don't forget to "PING" me, Yo?
Har.

Big things are coming to Savannah for foodies, bloggers, and more specifically, foodie bloggers. And yours truly is one of a few local bloggers selected - HAND-PICKED I tell you - to bring it here! I shouldn't say much more than that at this tender stage, but let me just say it's going to be big. And tasty. Hopefully with a generous helping of sarcasm, light on the profanity. Ok, hold the profanity. I'll do my best.

This exciting and delicious venture will also include foodie writers who actually know what they're talking about. In fact, one of Savannah's own celebrity foodie bloggers, the infamous Gourmet Girl will certainly be teaching me a thing or two about the culinary consumption and blogging arts. With her acumen for appetite and insatiable hunger for food prose, this project promises to draw an audience of nibblers from as far as...Effingham County! Perhaps even farther! Set your sights high, I always say.

Well, since I've lost and re-written this lame post twice already, I believe I'll call it a night and sign off....did I mention Hubby and I are getting the HELL out of Savannah for St. Patrick's Day? The drunk rumbling started on back porches in Lovely Downtown Savannah earlier this week. We're so outta here.

Start licking your lips, more is to come!

I swear, every baby in Savannah wore shamrocks, green bibs and floppy hats yesterday afternoon in Emmet Park on East Bay Street during the only festival crowd that doesn't give me hives.

We ran into Little Princess Cami of gummibunny fame...

Please excuse the poor-quality cell photo...Cami was much more beautiful than it reflects!

Of course, there were also many, MANY canine cuteys for me to talk to...

Regardless, I'm hoping Hubby and I will get the hell out of Dodge for St. Patrick's Day next weekend, considering the number of people this city of 150K is expecting....

Perverts.
I'm talking about FOOD.

The new and improved B. Matthew's on Bay and Habersham isn't just prettier (new Web site, menus and decor), it's tastier. And it's for dinner. Last night, the hubbster had the yummy Grilled Chicken & Andouille Sausage Gumbo with some weird pointy pastry sticking out of the dish, which I quickly devoured (as he continues to point out to me, he just doesn't share my love of baked goods). I had the Turkey Pot Pie. I was pleased. Very, very pleased. My pleasure has continued from last night into today, in fact. I'm going to see if I can ride this wave of oral bliss into Monday, but I'm not holding my breath.

For those of you who live here, I think you can understand why I'm amazed that a cafe as delicious and *gasp* healthy as Caraway Cafe exists in Savannah, much less so close to where I work in Midtown (corner of Paulsen and 66th streets).

Yesterday, I had the Veggie Noodle Bowl - soba noodles, seasonal veggies, sesame seeds, basil, ginger, & soy broth (available spicy). Today, I sunk my teeth into their Southwestern Chicken wrap with a side of fruit.

Now, if we can only get about 5 more Caraways spread out across the city (preferably one in Downtown Savannah) and extend hours for dinner. Pay 'em a visit, folks!

And check out Chef Robin's blog.