The house hunt has begun in earnest. It’s terrifying in the same way that a crush is: So much daydreaming, so much hope, so much learning to deal with rejection. Like most first-time buyers, I initially overestimated what I’d be able to afford and I’m having to rein it in and ground my dreams a bit. It stings a little but, hey, that’s just what you do when you bring one income to the table…
Luke has started talking, and one of his favorite things to say is, “Awwww, man!” I am told that he also says this at the end of grace. Close enough! [Project 365]
On a tip, I found a super-secret swimming hole today in which to wile* away my summer afternoons. This is good. I’ve been sleeping too much (when I haven’t been sleeping enough). It’s time to get out in the sunshine. To let the light in. So much to talk about, but nothing to say. Waves and waves of pain and disappointment have hit several of the people around me lately, and I’ve been left each…
I do believe The CA will be giving this feisty little dude — another of Shane McDermott’s Newsbots — away. I’ll post details when I get them. Become a fan of The CA on Facebook and you’re eligible to win! Hopefully the lucky winner will place him in front of an airbrushed portrait of a screaming bald eagle*. * I may or may not have already used that joke in real life. [Project 365]
Spotted at work by Kerry V. Today I sat through a series of corporate-mandated safety-training videos that had me momentarily convinced that we were being Punk’d. I mean, they were so abysmally awful and insulting (honestly, spending more than fifteen minutes explaining the folly of leaning back in chairs and running down stairs with your arms piled high with boxes? really?) that the entire group couldn’t help but crack on them constantly. We’re all assholes.…
… and my mustachioed friend Zach was kind enough to publish it over at The Great and Secret Thing. It’s a very short story. A glimpse, really, into a moment in a life that may or may not exist somewhere in some time. Please ignore all the incredibly flattering things Zachary says about me (“drunkard,” ha!) and my notorious (?) champagne habit in his introduction. He is accustomed to drinking whiskey distilled from the sweat…
It’s a little long and it’s edited rather jankily but you get what you pay for here at T&G, sweet thang. You get what you pay for. Bonnaroo 2009 from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
I THINK THIS GLOWING RECTANGLE MIGHT LEAD ME TO AN EVEN CHEAPER BURRITO! [Project 365]
Kristin mercifully had Monday off work so we were able to kick it low-stress style at The Local Taco, where we split a pitcher of margaritas as the sky spit rain at us periodically. It was nasty and humid and lovely and tasty. I wish I hadn’t had to rush back to Memphis so soon, but I’m noticing more and more that my life these days is an ongoing string of sorry-to-run-but-I-have-to-be-here-at-this-time proclamations. I don’t…
So, despite my attempts to get actual rest on Friday night, I ended up accumulating perhaps three hours of real sleep, at which point the tent became uninhabitable, so I hunkered down and ate strawberries and blueberries in a tiny triangle of shade created by a nearby truck parked close to our tent. Once Amber got up and going, we headed into Centeroo to meet up with Maggi, who was craving a tofu scramble. I…
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