What is it about me and the Nutcracker Ballet? I am cursed. My friends, I live my life under the Curse of the Sugar Plum Fairy. That curse is a little known phenomenon, but it has to do with a person who chooses to go to a kiddie version of the ballet. Here in Nashville …
It’s funny how one thing leads to another… Remember how the other day I did a post on 5 Things? (Like Five Things that You Don’t Know About Me; and Five Things That I Know Nothing About; and Five Things I’m Knowledgeable About; and Five Things I Believe.) That topic came from Mama Kat‘s Pretty …
Wonder why I’m sporting a halo? Me, too. But, read on… Oy, vey. Talk about your navel gazing post. Sheesh. I only did this for you, MamaKat, because you prompted me, darn you, through your pretty much world famous Writer’s Workshop. 5 Things You Don’t Know About Me: I laugh loudly. But you can’t hear …
In No Particular Order: 1. Thousands of jellyfish, floating underneath the swimming pool raft that I was lying on, belly down, in the Adriatic. I could not put a finger or toe in the water without getting stung. Jellyfish don’t swim: they drift with the current. And so do air mattresses. 2. My then boyfriend/soon-to-be-fiancée’s …
(I borrowed the title for this post from a line from: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, a poem by T. S. Eliot) My baby boy hadn’t eaten a huge variety of solid foods at all when these pictures were taken. He’d been nursed for quite a while, and then gradually switched over to …
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. …
My little girl can get overlooked in crowd of kids where her brother hangs. She’s sweet as she can be, but much more retiring than her brother. In truth, she’s witty and warm, as well as being sugar and spice and all things nice. But this summer, she decided she wanted to enter the talent …
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 …
Ready to sink or swim? You decide. My little baby boy went with his Daddy yesterday to look at a college he is thinking he might want to attend next year. Wow. Mama’s had a little wake up call. As in, I think I’ve again been caught enjoying another one of my lovely sojourns in …
My friend Gary, from Gary’s third pottery blog posted a letter he wrote to his cat, Spike, yesterday. It moved me to tears. Yup. A simple letter to a beloved pet moved me to tears, because I’m sappy that way. His premise for this writing exercise was asking his readers who they might write a letter …
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 …