So apparently I’ve been living on another planet. When I signed up to go to Bloggy Boot Camp in Atlanta, I was really looking forward to visiting that fine city again. Sure, I’ve been to Atlanta before. I’ve enjoyed the friendliness of Atlantans, the wonderful shopping, the fine aquarium, and the World of Coke museum. …
As in, brace yourself: this might hurt a bit. I think I need one of those brace and bit things to rotoroot inside my sinuses. I need the power of Mr. Clean in a Neti Pot. Because all of this: Has been filled up with THIS: Prayers for a speedy recovery would be much appreciated.
You know, in my last post, I kept it real. Despite the fact that in general, in life, I usually exercise better judgment, today, I’m staying with the theme: I’m keeping it stupid. And being the fashion maven that I am (not), I thought I’d mention that the morning after I posted that I FINALLY got …
In the interests of keeping it real, there are some things about myself I feel I must share. I got my hair highlighted yesterday. The stylist uses foils. The gray is coming in thicker and thicker, and pretty soon, I’m going to have to color the whole mop, because highlighting alone will not be enough. …
Harley Allen performing at the Station Inn, world-renowned bluegrass dive.Image from here. When I went to the Bluegrass Fan Fest/Alison Krauss concert on Saturday night, they held a tribute to a recently deceased songwriter/singer/musician named Harley Allen. He had an extremely successful career as a songwriter. He wrote songs for Garth Brooks, Alan Jackson, Blake …
No, this post is not about me losing weight, more’s the pity. Image from here. My friend Anne’s shoulders are sprinkled with Golden Pixie Dust. Well, OK, they’re not, really. But she wins contests wherever she goes! Nearly every time I call her she is telling me about the latest giveaway she won. (And it …
Deb Paquette teaching at “Salud!” Cooking School I had a dream come true last Tuesday night: I got to watch Deb Paquette cook my dinner, and talk with her the whole time. For those of you who are not local to Nashville, Deb owned and operated my very favorite local restaurant, Zola, until a couple …
When I was a little girl, I was a World Champion Giggler. I could giggle with the best of them. I could out-giggle the rest of them. My siblings, who ranged from five to eight years older than me, would start tickling me, until they got me to Def-Con 3 which would usually elicit my …
My son, the guitar player. Me, 32 years ago. (Some of you are not even that OLD yet!) My son is on the right. I am not the mother of Justin Vernon. A friend of mine posted that old picture of me on Facebook last night, and while looking at myself, I saw my SON. …
It ain’t much, but it’s a little something. A little change for my blog. Last night I was checking out some local-to-me food blogs, and I noticed one on Blogger that had a “Print Friendly” button at the end of her post. I’d been looking for a gadget like that for my recipe posts, and …
Let’s play a game. The game is called, “What smells worse than that?” Ready? Here we go. When my son entered adolescence, he discovered a fragrance. A fragrance that is worn by most teenaged boys to cover up something pretty rank. The smell they are trying to mask is the smell of teen aged boy …
You know, I can stand a lot of things. For instance, I can stand the fact that the flying experience has now been forever spoiled for the rest of us by the stupid terrorists. Flying USED to be fun. It USED to be an enjoyable, relaxing way to travel. But now, it requires trying to …
What I should be doing? WRITING. I have a potential opportunity to contribute some recipes to a cookbook that Harvest House is talking about putting out, and I’ve been dragging my feet about actually writing the recipes, because, I am scared of failing. What else should I be doing? BLOGGING. I want to talk about …
No, not THIS Pee Wee. Image from here. Once upon a time, about 23 years ago, and I really and truly am not making this story up, I was a newlywed. OK, I know that’s not that hard to believe. But hang on: it may take a while to get to the unbelievable part, but …
Trying to act nonchalant. See this woman? See what’s behind her? Yeah, at this particular moment, she was feeling pretty darn good about herself. She was thinking that she, for some reason, had been allowed to hit the jackpot. Have you ever been someplace, gone someplace, and known that you had risen above your social …