Road Trip Memories In London

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*Today I am linking up with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop by answering the prompt: Share a memorable road trip story. 

In honor of several friends traveling in London this summer this is a repost of my family’s mishaps and shenanigans traveling from London to Paris.

Goodbye London? Not So Fast.

Wow we had fun in London!  Although it was time to leave we had a few hours before our Eurostar train left London for Paris, so we went to Covent Gardens to an area called Seven Dials, seven streets of boutiques and fantastic vintage stores. I love vintage stores! Unfortunately we only had a short time to explore before we had to get back to the hotel, collect our luggage and make our 3pm train to Paris. “We have time,” my husband said, and encouraged my son to try on and buy a sweater. By the time we paid for the sweater and got lost finding the tube station we were pushing our time. We had no margin. I believe in margin. I live by margin in my everyday life, preferring to be early rather than late. Margin is crucial while traveling in a foreign country. My husband does not live with margin, he pushes the limits of time. He is always flying out the door, trying to make a flight that leaves in 15 minutes, a whirlwind of forgotten laptop plugs in his wake. Can you guess what happened?

The projected 30 minute tube ride to the train station turned into a 60 minute traffic-clogged taxi ride. When the taxi pulled up to the train station we jumped out, ran/pulled our luggage through the train station and cleared security and customs within 5 minutes. We had a chance to make the train leaving in 3 minutes! The attendant called up to the train to tell them that we were coming; we still had a chance! Except….the elevator was already full with a woman and her luggage…..and it was the last elevator the train conductor allowed up to the platform before pulling out the station.

Yup, we missed our train to Paris.

The ticket agent tried very hard to find seats on the next few trains, but there were no seats available for a family of four. Rather than wait several hours (or maybe even the next day?) for an available train, my husband bit the bullet and bought upgraded tickets for the next train, leaving in only 30 minutes. The First Class car was practically empty (except for one other family with, unfortunately, unruly toddlers and disinterested parents–Bebe’s Kids). Our ticket price also included a delicious snack with red wine for the adults and hot chocolate for the kids. It was a lovely way travel; we were in Paris in just 2.5 hours and only 30 minutes behind schedule. However, it was an expensive reminder to always leave room for margin! It was an adventure and will be a funny story to tell of our vacation…..some day.



Our snack on the Eurostar train, traveling between London and Paris.
Girly reading on the Eurostar train.


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Where In The World Is Funkidivagirl?

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Yeah, it’s true, I have not been that active on my blog, BUT I have been active on other social media platforms.  I plan to post here once a week or so, but elsewhere I’m posting snapshots and shorts almost daily so to keep the funk in your life, be sure to follow me most definitely on









Kinda sorta sometimes I post on GOOGLE +




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However you want to do it, follow me and keep the funk flowing!

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The Organization Hack That Changed My (t-shirt) Life

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Funki and oh-so-helpful organizing & life-hacking tips by yours truly. Like McGyver, who could dismantle a bomb with a roll of duct tape, a toothpick and a nail file, I am Ma-Gyver, organizer of everything and life-hacker extraordinaire. From time to time I will be bringing you my tips and tricks for keeping an orderly house and mind.

Today I’m linking up to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop by answering the prompt: Something you learned this week.

I know, that sounds so dramatic!  I’m a pretty organized person, so for me that say that, it’s got to be good.  I am always looking for ways to make my home more organized.  Some would think this is anal, but I like to think of organization as freeing; when my physical space is organized it frees my mind to think, dream and create without the clutter of “where did I put my keys.”  So much noise in disorganization.  So much calm and focus in organization.

That’s why when I stumbled across this way of organizing my t-shirt drawer, I tried it right away.


Try it; I guarantee that it will change your (t-shirt) life.

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As Facebook so graciously reminded me, it’s been 2 years since I posted this photo of my son graduating from high school:


I really can’t believe that it’s been that long – it really seems like yesterday!  What a joyful time that was for our family, but also what a stressful and busy time too.   I don’t think I’ve orchestrated a celebration that big since my wedding!   Since we’re in the party throwing season right now, I hope that I can inspire you to make your own DIY party decorations for a graduation celebration, a milestone birthday or even a summer gathering.

Let me say upfront that I am NOT a big DIYer.  I would rather pay for assembled decorations, but since I was already spending a fortune during graduation season (which is also prom and college admission season, so I know you feel me), my desire to save money won over my desire to save time.  All I’m saying that if I can do this, you can do this.  A little planning, some trips to Michael’s and time are all you need to make fabulous DIY party decorations.   My daughter, who spends most of her free time on Pinterest and Etsy, loves DIY projects so she was a big help.

These cupcake toppers are one of the DIY decorations that I made for my son’s graduation party:

Cupcake Toppers

You can read about the rest of my DIY party ideas in the original blog post.   Now go and plan the best party of the season!

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RIP Miss Ann – Ann’s Snack Bar

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It was sad news for burger-lovers everywhere when Miss Ann Price, of Ann’s Snack Bar, died earlier this month.  People traveled from near and far to not only eat her famous “Ghetto Burger,” – named “World’s Greatest Burger” by the Wall Street Journal in 2007 – but also to see Miss Ann in action; she was quite a character.  A few years ago my family paid Miss Ann a visit and my husband wrote a review of our experience.  This post is for you Miss Ann; you’ll be missed.

Ann’s Snack Bar: Atlanta’s Best Burger 

By James Andrews

My family is always on the quest for a good burger.  As the family leader I think that I am the cause of this; I was brought up in California which many call the capital of all burgers.  McDonald’s, Bob’s Big Boy and In And Out Burger were all birthed in California.  And those are just the mainstream/commercial burgers.

But the hoods of California– that’s where the best burgers are found.  From Nation’s and Quarter Pound Burger  in The Bay Area hoods to Quick N Split and Mo Better Meatty Meat Burgers (the best turkey burger ever) in Los Angeles, I have tasted the best.

Upon moving to Atlanta my family had been hearing about Ann’s Snack Bar and the “World Famous Ghetto Burger” so today we decided to give it a try.   Joining us in the hood on Memorial Drive East was our friend Matt Arnett and his two kids.


When you arrive at Ann’s Snack Bar  you can almost guarantee that there will always be a wait.  Why you ask?  Mainly because Miss Ann has a protocol; you do not come inside the kitchen, you wait in the patio area with all the others until you are asked for your order.  Not knowing this protocol, we arrived hungry and immediately went to the door where the other patrons stopped us dead in our tracks with a “You have to wait, sir.”

Put off a bit, we retreated to the wire seats in the waiting area with all of the others.  It only took a little while for us to realize that there was a “Miss Ann’s Snack Bar Protocol” and soon we were mentoring the other patrons who came behind us and weren’t familiar with the “house rules” (think of the “Soup Nazi” from Seinfeld and you have a good idea). When we finally had our chance to order, of course I ordered the “World Famous Ghetto Burger” but opted out of the chili; the chili-cheese fries that I had coming was enough.

Now while ordering is the first part of the protocol, waiting is the second.   After a good 35 minute wait (which included a trip to the package store for a few bottles of Tahitian Treat) a tap on the window signaled me to retrieve our order.   I rushed to pick up the red trays which resembled the old school cafeteria “china” you remembered as a kid.

The first burger that I grabbed was the “Ghetto Burger with chili” that my 13 yr old son ordered.  It was by far the biggest burger that I have ever seen.   The thing was so huge that it scared the people waiting and made my wife shriek.


My “Ghetto Burger” (no chili, but I kept the bacon) was big and juicy also.

I took my first bite; the very well seasoned and hand-formed patty was a pleasure to sink my teeth into.  The best way to describe it is “a Momma Burger on steroids.”   Matt Arnett commented that the bun was nothing special, but a burger of this size required a solid bun.  It is clear why Miss Ann gives you plenty of napkins and forks and knives as tools for the meal as it is plenty messy.   I barely made it through the burger but I was determined and I’m happy to say I’m conquered it.


The entire experience of the fantastic burger and Miss Ann’s protocol makes this a must do in Atlanta. This is definitely the biggest and top 3 burgers I have ever had; clearly I have been to the mountain top.   I look forward to my annual trip (I can only do this type of eating once a year) back to Ann’s Snack Bar.   The rumor around town is that Miss Ann is retiring in May, so I must go back soon.

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