My grandmother broke her shoulder during a fall a few weeks ago, and now she’s living in Decatur County with my aunt and uncle until she regains control of her arm and can once again perform all those awesome arm functions that differentiate human adults from human babies. Ass wiping, mostly. (Grandmaw, if you ever read this, I hope you will laugh at that joke and not be scandalized. I love you and the internet…
This stuff is everywhere at my grandmother’s house. I feel like I know what it is but I just cannot say.
My mom brought me a pot of these little orange flowers and they spent their first week here all wilty, as though they were exasperated and on some sort of floral fainting couch, but now they have perked up and seem to be doing fine. Only problem is I’m not sure what they are. They have long stems. Lazygardenweb, any help? Bonus flowers this week! A lily from my mom’s garden and a daisy (or…
On my way through Lakeland a few weeks ago, I got behind the rental car I rode to Chicago in back in very late December. It really threw me to just randomly be riding in traffic behind the very same car that had been my road home for a few days. I mean, how many rental cars are on the road in Memphis at any given second? But I know that was the right car.…
I enlisted a nice gentleman’s help in Rite Aid last night, as I was completely unable to navigate my way toward the bugspray aisle. “Do you have bug-repellent lotions?” I asked him. He thought for a beat and then said, “Let’s go see.” He led me back to the bugspray and I scanned the bottles and canisters and moist towelettes for something more spreadable. I didn’t find what I was looking for. The man picked…
Phew. Memphis Zombie Massacre 2010 is in the books. We pulled it off again, and I think it went incredibly well. This time our numbers shot up and my own conservative estimate is about 500 people came out to participate. The number of people who came out to watch the insane processional had to be in the hundreds as well. I talked to a few onlookers, including a couple who’d gotten to Club 152 hours…
This little guy posed for me for several minutes. I was grateful for his patience as I was hardly a picture of grace while I stumbled around, trying to hold the (somewhat heavy) camera still while trying to avoid stepping into the mud puddle half a foot in front of me.
Tonight my dad commented on the size of my ankles.
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