The day itself was forever ago but here in Ihardlypostistan, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to write something about it. I got lots of lovely calls and texts from family and friends, and Samantha was sweet enough to send those beautiful lilies you see up there. They came all closed up but within days were all BAM BAM BAM! with their colors, making Mr. Kitty go insane with plant lust. My boys got me…
In a fit of wacky cultural assimilation, I downloaded Fifty Shades of Grey on my phone the other day to read while nursing. I’d heard on LITERALLY EVERY TELEVISION PROGRAM EVER that it was a racy book and mommies loved it and you just had to read it yourself and [ insert wide-eyed expression here ]. I feel like I have read a lot of terrible books for the sake of interesting blogging (remember The…
Dear Squirmy Worms: YOU HAVE A TOOOOOOOTH! Scratch that. You have TWOOOO TOOOOOOTHS! You have been drooling and gumming on things for weeks now, and battling with some brief moments of out-of-character grumpiness, so we knew this was inevitable. We just didn’t know how quickly it would happen! We were in Nashville last weekend visiting friends and Kristin and I just happened to spot a little white nub on your bottom gum. And we saw…
My brother and his fiancée are so funny and cute together. They had me shoot some photos of them while I was in town last month. I have finally gotten around to uploading them! Here are some favorites. I just got word that my nephew has been born! Welcome to our crazy family, Levi Brantley Turner. Can’t wait to meet you!
There are two Blue Cross Blue Shield of Tennessee commercials on fairly heavy rotation around these parts. These commercials are horrible. They have always rubbed me the wrong way and I have spent more time than is probably wise trying to figure out why. I can’t seem to find clips of either ad, so I’ll attempt to describe them. Commercial one Mousy-looking blondish lady in glasses and pantsuit does voice-over about how when people come…
Ol’ Yeller: My sincere apologies on the extreme lateness of this post. We have been incredibly busy and there’s just not been a lot of time to write. But that’s because we have been having so much fun! This month you found your voice. I mean, really found it. You learned that you like to shriek and holler, and you are no stranger to very loud grunting when you’ve got, uh, business to take care…
They’re from the late ’80s, when my brother and sister and I would leave our boombox on record for hours on end, until the tapes would run out. They are packed with preciousness and hilarity. I have fuzzy memories of making some of these recordings in our old house, perched on a bunk bed with the bedside lamp on, a blanket hanging from the top for some privacy. My mom let me hear some snippets…
Acccck! Where is the time going? I am so behind on posting! I meant to post about this a while back and never have really had the chance. Sunday is the third-annual East Buntyn ArtWalk. I will be there with a tent and some tables and a baby and some family members (the specific composition of family yet to be determined) and lots of photos and artwork and crafty stuff for sale. Come say hello,…
… but if there is one thing I have learned about photography (or at least how I like to do it) that is different from writing, it’s shoot sober, edit drunk.
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