The apartment hunt continues. Fruitlessly for now. Monday I conned Phil into coming with me to look at an old Victorian house on Bellevue/Vinton that had been converted into apartments. The maintenance man (who smelled beer-licious) met us there and took us straight through some dude’s apartment to get to the vacant one. That kind of creeped us out. Apparently, said dude was getting evicted at the end of the month, so the maintenance man…
For posterity, here are my Nashville is Talking posts: Let the countdown begin Trouser tremorsWhat we didn’t know didn’t hurt usBread brainstormingYes, we all hate lists. Now let’s make some.Holiday re-immersionI spit on splogsThe Magnificent (not deadly) SevenThe culture of individualismMetro Police: On the “best” listLook at that tight barrelHell is looking for an apartmentBut the mold can cure diseases! (In retrospect, I should have titled this post Busy Mold)Party preppingGeneration Y BotherOde to the…
So both Fritz and Wendy have tagged me for fun internet hijinks. For Fritz: Four jobs you’ve had in your life: Paper mill woodyard sawdust cleaner/helper, video store clerk, Dillard’s minion in the children’s department, newspaper hack Four movies you could watch over and over: Wet Hot American Summer, Dazed and Confused, Waking Life, Home for the Holidays Four TV shows you love to watch: Futurama, Strangers With Candy, Arrested Development, Six Feet Under Four…
The guest blogging is over. It was a lot of fun. I think doing something like that for a living would be a superb job. I’ll set up an archive of my posts eventually. I am feeling so unbelivably useless and lazy right now. The entire day has been that way. I blame the balmy, dreary weather. Know what I did today? Woke up at 12:30. Posted a couple of entries. Took a shower. Ate…
Channel 3 is broadcasting the countdown on Beale. There are sooooo many people there.
There was a year when Phil and I drove to Memphis for New Year’s eve to spend it on Beale Street. My memory of it has slipped a bit, but it seems like maybe he was 21 at the time but I wasn’t (I was still in high school, I think), so we couldn’t buy the bracelet that would let us into any of the clubs. It had snowed, so the entire street was covered…
Yikes. The time, it is slipping. It’s already nearly a week since Christmas and I’ve barely gotten a chance to breathe since then. Wednesday, Brandon and his dad came up to apartment hunt (a miserable adventure, which I’ll get to in a sec), so Thursday we met up and went to Quetzal for lunch. My basic turkey sandwich was good (even better since Brandon’s dad paid) and we had some good conversation about Memphis and…
Now that my depressing, anguished Tolstoy Tuesday contribution is out of the way, I can get on to the holiday recap madness. You knew it was coming. Really though, it’s not all that exciting. There were no exploding, angry exchanges between family members; no one was hurt or maimed or thrown down stairs; no one’s gift from last year was regifted; and all was calm on the Turner/Chumney/Creasy/White homefront. The holidays are almost over. I…
All grown up When we were childrenyou would borrow my journaland write love poems about other girls in the margins.I said You should get your ownand you scoffed:Journals are for needy people. That summer you set yourself on fireand declared the people who looked at youto be pathetic voyeurs. I smelled your burning flesh and couldn’t help but smile:finally, your actions trumpedyour words. There are those of uswho take comfort in spreading the shit and…
Just a quick one from the parents’ house. I’ve got to get out of this room; my brother is playing my nephews’ Donkey Kong Jungle Beat game and the clapping is making my ears ache. We are going to have a whole generation of deaf kids with ADD. I’ve had a fabulous time and gotten lots of amazing stuff I don’t deserve but am completely smitten with anyway. Amber’s visit was short and sweet and…
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