{"id":1270,"date":"2007-03-03T07:04:00","date_gmt":"2007-03-03T07:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=1270"},"modified":"2007-03-03T07:04:00","modified_gmt":"2007-03-03T07:04:00","slug":"kibbles-n-grits","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/drunkblogging\/kibbles-n-grits\/","title":{"rendered":"Kibbles &#8216;n&#8217; grits"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u2022 I&#8217;ve been reading a lot lately about Tuscan wines, and trying to teach myself how to properly pronounce Italian words and phrases, and it has rekindled in me the long-held hunch that I am an Italian trapped in a Scotch-Irish body. &#8220;Sangiovese&#8221; and &#8220;Brunello&#8221; and &#8220;Trebbiano&#8221; can&#8217;t help but sound rich and sensuous as they roll off the tongue. (And to think, I thought it was &#8220;san-gee-oh-VEESE&#8221; until, like, two days ago.) <\/p>\n<p>\u2022 Today I left the office at 5:30 in a huff, irked because there was nothing for me to do and I was bored out of my mind, so I took an early lunch break and went to the liquor store (I&#8217;m not sure I could be more of a skank) to stock up on wine for the weekend. My rage was not abated by my mini-roadtrip, however. On the contrary. It festered, fed by my finicky blinker, which decided to be all rebellious during rush hour and NOT WORK AT ALL, leading me to avoid left-hand turns altogether. Which made for a comical trip around Midtown. I swear, that car is asking to be melted down into scrap metal. And I threatened to take it out to a vacant field and burn it. But it didn&#8217;t listen. Damn unintelligent machines. <\/p>\n<p>\u2022 Moods intrigue me. When I feel a foul one rise up from my gut and sour everything around me, I often wonder how that happened. <\/p>\n<p>\u2022 I think <a href=\"http:\/\/palmtreescove.blogspot.com\" target=\"_blank\">Tamara<\/a> and I talked about this the last time we hung out, but what is it about unmarked white vans that totally creep me out? Yeesh. <\/p>\n<p>\u2022 I was reading through some of my archives, and it occurs to me that I miss my old life. I mean, I&#8217;m happy with my life as it is now, but how comfortable it was to throw around words like &#8220;my boyfriend&#8221; and &#8220;Mufreesboro.&#8221; I post a lot more pictures than I used to, which I think is an improvemenet, but overall I feel like maybe my blog is way more boring than it used to be. <\/p>\n<p>\u2022 However, I feel much wiser than I did then. <\/p>\n<p>\u2022 Though I still feel appropriately clueless and naive. <\/p>\n<p>\u2022 MEN, you confuse me. All of you!<\/p>\n<p>\u2022 I have been looking at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/opishposh\/\" target=\"blank\">Shauna&#8217;s photos<\/a> and I swear they make me a little more fertile upon every view. Pea is such a cutie. <\/p>\n<p>\u2022 I am adding things to the sidebar. The uber-perceptive will notice. <\/p>\n<p>\u2022 The family decided not to come up this weekend for the <a href=\"http:\/\/deltafarmpress.com\/mag\/farming_march_memphis_farm\/\" target=\"_blank\">farm show at the Cook Convention Center<\/a>. Some pre-pubescent boys (who have broken into my great-grandmother&#8217;s house as well as Phil&#8217;s great-grandmother&#8217;s house, which sits on the historic registry) are terrorizing Saltillo with serial break-ins, and my folks are kind of leery about leaing the house overnight. So this means I&#8217;ll be Saltillo-bound on Sunday, as I owe my dad a birthday present. <\/p>\n<p>\u2022 The plan is to go see <i>Black Snake Moan<\/i> Monday night and decide for myself if it&#8217;s shit or art, or some sort of hybrid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u2022 I&#8217;ve been reading a lot lately about Tuscan wines, and trying to teach myself how to properly pronounce Italian words and phrases, and it has rekindled in me the long-held hunch that I am an Italian trapped in a Scotch-Irish body. &#8220;Sangiovese&#8221; and &#8220;Brunello&#8221; and &#8220;Trebbiano&#8221; can&#8217;t help but sound rich and sensuous as they roll off the tongue. (And to think, I thought it was &#8220;san-gee-oh-VEESE&#8221; until, like, two days ago.) \u2022 Today&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[9,68],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1270","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-drunkblogging","category-randomosity"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1jWWl-ku","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1270","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1270"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1270\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1270"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1270"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1270"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}