My good friend Kristin made me a Nashville mix CD back in January and it had this song on it, and I swear to you, every time I hear it, I can’t help but get a little teary. I am a sentimental fool and this is a great fucking song. (Caitlin Rose.) It’s this kind of thing that makes me pine for Nashville even while I cling to Memphis.
Had a pretty good weekend, despite the weather situation. Had some people over Sunday night. Ate, drank, and cooed at babies. Good times, I’d score it. It’s time to do some spring cleaning. In every possible way.
Last night I had a friend I hadn’t seen in a while over to watch a movie and just hang out. The cats were not content to be shy and hide. No. Jack jumped onto the counter where we were preparing food, which made me freak out because EW CAT HAIR! FOOD! So I shooed him and tried to guide him off the counter in a way that wouldn’t disturb any food, but sure enough,…
Nick’s new status message – http://vimeo.com/9194146 Nick: you need to check the link i just posted me: why doesn’t that lady have a nose? Nick: fuck if i know me: that’s the only thing i can think about is her nose in the salsa now? nose salsa Nick: yes, lindsey, her nose is in the salsa me: nobody nose salsa like frito lay Nick: see, you could work at an ad agency design ads and…
I had an entire week off work. It’s over now. I had an enormous list of things I wanted to get done during my time off. I accomplished a singular thing on that list: My taxes. Other than that? Nothing. No haircut, no oil change, no redesigned websites, no finished portfolio, no balanced budget, no minor home repairs, no blogging or book reviews written. Guess I’ll just look forward to being extra busy these coming…
I woke up at 6 a.m. to get ready to take Tamara to the airport, and checked Twitter (a regrettable but sometimes useful ritual), only to see @mdinstuhl telling everyone to look outside. I hadn’t been keeping up with the news and usually if there is any chance of solid precipitation coming, its impendingness is a major, major deal and everyone spends the entire night prior making milk-and-bread jokes. But nothing, not a peep.…
Mewfest from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. A man who mews more than a man really should + a woman naively saying aloud, “I wonder if there are any cat apps” + a mewing man’s quick app store-searching fingers + two already suspicious cats = this. If you have cats, turn the sound up because it is going to drive them BATTY.
I really meant to link to this last week but I have that, you know, brain thing. Shane‘s awesome papercraft skills + Curt and Chris‘ awesome comic skills + my photos = BEHOLD! Basically the funniest/cutest thing you ever did see.
Nick: i took a nap now i’m up tallking to the mom her dentist yanked her widsom teeth along time ago apparntly that sounds unpleasant me: eeesh, yeah Nick: gonna try eating ice cream again last time it came up in a bloody vomit mess me: is that true? ahahah i mean, sorry Nick: it was right after i got home and i was supposed to take a lortab and the note said to take…
The plan is to stop making NYE plans. Every time I have tried to orchestrate something beyond “go to work and then get misty-eyed in the car later when the clock turns midnight and you’re on your way home to an empty apartment/house,” it has failed with such spectacularity that I’m sure some day I will be able to laugh about my foolishness over this manufactured night of revelry. Right? 2009, the plan: Drive up…
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