About Acecily Alexander

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Sketchy like a work of art. Likes long walks to the corner store. Resident Palmetto Peach expert on Beyonce, pizza and drink mixers.

Posts by Acecily Alexander:

You Can’t Sit With Us

Last week I wrote a post on how to survive a MARTA ride in Atlanta. This week I want to explain how to not be “that person” on the bus or train. Regardless of what city you’re in, you will come across a few folks who forget their manners. I get that public transportation isn’t as convenient as having your own car, so sometimes you have to get things done on the run–BUT, there is always a better way to do so.

Let’s start with phone conversations. The one really gets me. A few weeks ago, I was on the bus with a man conducting a training session via phone. SIR! He should’ve stayed where he was or postponed. If you’ve ever been on a bus, you know they’re noisy. You have to raise your voice, and basically yell sometimes, to be heard. Imagine him raising his voice trying to explain important information. It was tew much. Then you have those who want to spend 10 minutes with their conversation on speaker phone. If it’s not urgent, wait until you get off the bus/train. Imagine what it what sound like if everyone on the same trip did this?

You Can't Sit With Us -- The Palmetto Peaches

Let’s move on to loud music. I like zoning out to my jams just as much as the next person, but I’ve learned to live with the mistake of forgetting my headphones at home. I’m sitting here minding my business, and you’re playing your music loudly, without headphones like this is a scene from Breakin’. If you’re going to do that, the least you can do is bust a move. On the contrary, doing it for the Vine or for the Gram might get you boxed off. Seriously. There is no need to draw attention to yourself if you’re not in danger. Don’t get me wrong, I’m always down for a good time, laugh and dance off–but why are you screaming and jumping up and down on a train ride? WHY?! Have several seats…literally.

You Can't Sit With Us -- The Palmetto Peaches

Speaking of seats, let’s move on to where you should sit. If there are 100 empty seats, why would you choose the one right next to me? You can have all the personal space in the world, but something about my Resting Bitch Face told you to pick me? Nah. The least you can do is skip a seat. (Obviously, this doesn’t apply to the elderly or disabled, especially when I’m sitting in a seat close to the door.) Which brings me to my final issue, sitting on the outside seat and playing dumb when someone needs to sit there is the most basic thing you can do when the bus is full or almost full. Not only is it common courtesy to offer someone a seat, it’s common sense. Sorry not sorry if sharing a row is inconvenient for you, but that’s a price you pay for not using your own vehicle.

The craziest part of all of this is that I’m ALWAYS the one stuck next to or behind “that person”. Maybe it’s a coincidence. Maybe it’s the law of attraction. Maybe the strug’ life chose me.

Sorry (kind of) if I’m coming off a little rude, but I’m a big believer in treating people the way I want to be treated. Think about this post before you decide to have a conference call or disco party during your next ride. Do you feel me, am I exaggerating or are you “that person”? Tell me all about it by leaving a comment or tweeting me: @TheAceAlexa!

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MARTA Survival Kit

MARTA’s service population is 1.7 million in the City of Atlanta, Fulton and DeKalb Counties. (MARTA) Not gonna lie, I just found out the exact numbers, but I knew it had to be huge. Before I moved to the Big Peach, someone told me “MARTA is smarta”. I probably trusted that opinion too much, because it helped with my decision to move as soon as I could–without a car.

The Palmetto Peaches -- MARTA Survival Kit

Public transportation is my lifeline. If a MARTA bus or rail line can’t get me there, I’m probably not going. Yes, it’s prevented me from some experiences and opportunities–but my has it given me plenty of stories. Like the one time a paraplegic creepishly scooted towards me while singing “If This World Were Mine”, or when I almost died crossing the street trying to catch the bus that was 2 minutes early. And it doesn’t stop there, even when I’m not pretending to listen to music so no one will talk to me–I’m a magnetic force for strange conversations. My plan is to use this blog to share my sketchy, yet eye-opening public transportation stories with you. But before that day comes, I’d like to share the things I’ve learned to never leave the house without before starting my MARTA adventures.

The Palmetto Peaches -- MARTA Survival Kit

MARTA Survival Kit

  1. Headphones: Even if I’m not listening to anything, they’re great for pretending like I don’t hear the cat calls. On a good day, I like to listen to what my fellow MARTA riders are talking about: politics, trap music, TV shows etc.
  2. An entertaining text thread, or a book to keep you occupied.
  3. Fully charged cell phone/tablet battery, and if it isn’t fully charged–make sure you pack the chargers for those devices. (I’ve only had to use the train station’s outlets twice. I wasn’t electrocuted, so that’s a plus.)
  4. Water/snack: For me, this depends on the length of my trip–mainly because I don’t want to have to use the little girl’s room until I’ve reached my destination. I packed a PB&J for my trip to the Mardi Gras Bar Crawl, because, reasons. If you forget a snack, there are a few vending machines at the MARTA train stations, and if you’re lucky the credit card option will be working.
  5. Transit app on your smartphone. I use it to map my routes, regardless if it’s 15 minutes away or 2 hours away. The app lets me know which bus to take and when to take it, to get me to my destination on time. If you want to save your smart phone’s battery, there are maps on the bus and at the rail stations.
  6. Most importantly, your Breeze Card. If your bank account allows, keep this thing loaded. The last thing you want is to be cashless with an empty Breeze Card. I’ve missed a few trains reloading my card outside the gate, and I’ve almost missed a few buses forgetting I didn’t have cash on me.

There are a few other things I left off the list, so I may have to write a MARTA Survival Kit 2.0. I hope this makes your public transportation trips a little easier. Do you have anything to add to this list, or have you ever seen me during your MARTA troop?! If so, tweet me @TheAceAlexa to say “whaddup?”

Coming soon: MARTA etiquette. I could probably write an entire book on that subject, so give me some time to get my thoughts together

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Jamberry Jammy Jam!

So the title of this post is a little obnoxious, but it’s all I’ve been saying since Donni told me about Jamberry Nails! I worked in the restaurant/hospitality industry for about 5 years, so nail polish was usually a big NO for me. The last thing I needed was chipped nail polish in my guests’ sweet potato. (I also keep the chip nailed look way longer than allowed.) Other than that, I’m not very crafty or DIY savvy–so I usually stick to the basics: a black, blue or red color.

Jamberry and Katie Galligan: Jamberry Nails Independent Consultant are here to change all of that. As you may (or may not) know, The Palmetto Peaches launched on February 13th. We’ve had an amazing amount of support from our family, friends and fellow bloggers. What better way to celebrate than with a giveaway? A Jamberry giveaway! Entering is simple: all you gotta do is like, follow and/or tweet us! Details are below!

Get those entries in, because the contest ends on Friday, March 6th! For more details of our Jamberry adventure, check out “And We’re Jammin”!

2014 Was Drunk

“Go home, 2014, you’re drunk.” Me, everyday last year.

My 2014 was drunk. I’m not talking about that good, fuzzy wine-drunk–I’m talking having a $75 tab on $1 vodka night drunk. This time last year, I was sleeping on my sisters’ couches. After a series of unfortunate events, my cute bachelorette pad in Downtown, Charleston was no more. It didn’t burn down or anything. I was just broke. Whenever I say I’m “broke” my aunt chimes in with some inspirational speech about how being broke or broken refers to losing my spirit, heart and mind. I didn’t lose those things in 2014, but I felt like I was damn close to it.

My drive, my passion, my self-confidence– all of it was packed up in plastic bins and cardboard boxes, right next to my high school yearbooks and photo albums. As much as I’d love to blame the clients who weren’t paying me what I was worth, or the cold weather that made me never want to get out of bed–I can’t. I settled. I got comfortable. I was not myself. I kept a pretty decent poker face though. (Nope, that’s not why the call me Ace.)

Photo Credit: Jennine Jacob

Photo Credit: Jennine Jacob

Lately I’ve been keeping it real with myself. Everything that is happening or already happened, is a result of MY thoughts and actions. My high school Global Studies teacher, Mr. Orvin, told us we could either adapt, move on or go extinct. Adapting aka settling is where I went wrong, and I have too much to accomplish before I go extinct, aka give up–so moving on is my best bet.

I’m not completely where I want to be yet, but 2015 is already better. I’m in a new city, with my own space, working on something I’m excited about. I have a long list of things to not do this year, but instead of dwelling on them–I’ll focus on the things I want to do and achieve.

  1. Meet the Queen Bey. I’d be okay with making eye contact with her, or just caressing her leg–whichever comes first.
  2. Be present. I’m a Capricorn. I’m a worrier. I’m a planner. I get it, whatever. And although those are the things that make me who I am, they can be annoying. I’m trying (like really trying y’all) to not dwell too much on the past, and to avoid trying to fix something that isn’t even broken yet.
  3. Gain and maintain financial stability. Bruh, I am tired of being the friend with the flask in her purse, not because she’s a lush, but because she’s on a TIGHT budget.
  4. Work for MYSELF 100%. I’m still working on my entrepreneurial spirit, but Lord knows I’m tired of the freelance #StrugLife.
  5. Visit 5 cities or states I’ve never been to. My list so far: Savannah, GA; Denver, Colorado…Yeah, that’s it.
  6. Master meditation. When I’m going through it, Oprah and Deepak are my BFFs. I live for their free guided meditation challenges. My goal is to be able to do it on my own.
  7. Fit all my clothes the way I did in 2011. I lost 40lb in 2011 *flips hair*. But I’m pretty sure I gained like 30 in depressing ass 2014.

So far, 2015 is giving me that fuzzy, wine-drunk vibe. I’ll keep you posted if I’m hung over or not. Was your 2014 drunk like mine? What are your goals for 2015? Comment below or share them with me on Twitter @TheAceAlexa!

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