Christmas at my parents’ was even more hectic and insane than I could have imagined. I was up at 5 but wanted Ray to get plenty of sleep since he’d taken the night shift, so we ended up not leaving until well after 10. I managed to get a shower and blow dry my hair — the latter of which is reserved for special occasions now — and get a non-pajama outfit on, but Holden…
Our first Thanksgiving. Holden donned his fanciest tuxedo onesie and napped while the grown-ups feasted: turkey, mac ‘n’ cheese, potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, stuffing, green beans ‘n’ bacon, sparkling grape juice we used to toast our new family. Then it was football and naps and lazy Sundaylike thoughts. Low key. Lovely.
May all your pumpkin-snarfing dreams come true.
Happy New Year at the Hi-Tone from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. That was the scene at the Hi-Tone last night, after the free cups of champagne had been poured down our gullets with great fanfare and meticulously timed lip kisses, between sets by the Tennessee Tearjerkers and Harlan T. Bobo. I didn’t capture the midnight countdown on camera because I was too busy double fisting (the remains of my Jack and Coke in the left…
For once I actually had July 4 off work. That only happens every few years, so I decided to make the most of it and head to Saltillo to take part in the annual grilled-meat-and-pyrotechnics-a-thon. A fun twist this year is that I somehow convinced the manfriend that he should get in on that shit and come with me. So we took off as early as we could coax ourselves to Sunday (think…
Memorial Day weekend was also the weekend my grandmother turned 78 years old. She’s my only remaining grandparent and I am working on the technology to allow her to live forever.
The family had its Christmas Day giftapalooza Sunday when I could be there. I got digital photo frames for my parents, grandmother, and sister, and everyone seemed to like them (especially when I loaded up jump drives with hundreds of photos so they didn’t have to do the heavy lifting, although some people didn’t hesitate to critique the photos I had chosen for display; note to self — Grandmaw does not appreciate my “art” shots).…
Mother’s Day this year entailed a giant box of fried chicken (fifty pieces!) and me sipping on sugary homemade margaritas and watching cable on a big-screen TV for nine hours. I gave my mom a couple of mom-and-daughter-themed books and she was so touched that, the next day, she went and got two huge pink peonies out of the flower bed and brought them in while serenading me with “You Are So Beautiful.” She’s the…
ACT ONE Mom (straightening her reading glasses): This is the Sarah Palin look. Dad: Yeah, but she’s got all of her teeth. Mom: And her husband’s good looking, too! Krissie: And one of her children is mentally challenged. Which one of us would that be? Dad: Do you really want me to answer that? ACT TWO Patrick and the Mystery Drink from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
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