Memorial Day weekend was also the weekend my grandmother turned 78 years old. She’s my only remaining grandparent and I am working on the technology to allow her to live forever.
My parents’ goofy ol’ German shepherd Timber got knocked up somehow a few months back, which my parents realized mere days before she gave birth to two widdle bitty baby puppies squeeeeeeee. Oh god, sorry. No, no I’m not sorry. I am FREAKING SQUEEING ALL OVER MYSELF GOOD GOD PUPPIIIEEEEEES!! I got to meet Daisy Mae and Teddy Bear — sisters, despite how Teddy’s got a boyish name and face — this weekend for the…
It’s a rainy morning here in scenic Saltillo, Tenn. Bill Engvall’s funny-video show is on the TV and dad’s in the recliner snoring. Mom’s napping in bed. Yesterday we gave my mom a laptop for Mother’s Day, which she was so excited and surprised about. She and Dad have had the same old Dell desktop since about 2001. They’ve done no operating system or RAM upgrades in the intervening years, so you can sort of…
My pal Ashley gave me a box of BeanBoozled Jelly Bellys at Christmas and I finally put them to good use. Good use, of course, being watching my family writhe in anguish as they deciphered chocolate pudding vs. canned dog food, licorice vs. skunk, barf vs. fresh peach. We had an absolute ball. I took some really long, unedited, shaky video. Enjoy, if fun is your thing. Family vs. Jelly Bean from Lindsey Turner on…
ATTACK CAT! from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Crossposted at The Memphis Blog (which you should be reading religiously).
I was walking in my parents’ yard Monday afternoon and just happened to see a four-leaf clover. I don’t know how. I just saw it. I kneeled down and plucked it, and then spotted a ladybug perched on a blade of grass. And then saw another four-leaf clover right beside it. I left that one for someone else to find. I spent some time in the grass, just kinda breathing and thinking, then got up…
They’ve gone and put a Mexican restaurant in the old Grandma’s Kitchen building in downtown Saltillo. My little old Saltillo, pop. 300, with no bank, no school, one gas station, and but one red light (which currently does not work) has a Mexican restaurant now. If the economy keeps tanking and I lose my job and have to move back in with my parents, I will at least be able to drown my sorrows in…
It rained on my grandmother’s parade. “Story of my life,” she said as we huddled under the church awning Saturday afternoon, watching the rain thin the already light crowd. River Day isn’t like it used to be. I have these (probably embellished) memories of huge crowds of people in sweatshirts and jackets (they used to have it in October when it was cooler) set against a backdrop of autumn leaves and damp blacktopped streets, milling…
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