May Day can mean different things, depending on who you are. For some it’s a time to dance around a pole with ribbons (I never understood why). For some it’s a cry of distress. In old Russia, it was a time to celebrate. It still is for the Klan.
I called the [...]
You could have knocked me over with a feather from the response I got from my recent post about gas prices cramping mine and the attorney’s style.
I wrote the post mostly as a way of expressing my feelings “out loud.” Doing so generally gives me some perspective; either confirming my feelings or giving me a [...]
George Bush is fucking up my relationship.
Technically it’s oil prices that’s fucking things up. But it’s not like he’s connected.
Gas around here hit $3.25 today. Last time I saw it that high was in 2005 after Katrina. It went to $3.30 then. That’s the highest I have ever seen gasoline. [...]
Nothing meaningful to this post. Just a slice.
The attorney and I have decided we’re going to take lessons and join a rowing club.
I don’t mean just paddling through a creek rowing. (Although doesn’t Jake look adorable doing it?) I mean gliding across a lake in a skinny little boat on a four or [...]
I sleep next to the window.
I don’t know whether its because I can look up into the sky at night or that I look up into the sky at night because I sleep next to the window.
Either way, I sleep next to the window. And I always have.
I think that when I was a very [...]
Either the world got a little smaller or I grew a little bigger. Well, the blog grew a little bigger, anyway.
Yesterday I had a big spike. (Again, the blog I mean. It’s not that unusual for me personally to have a big spike.) I checked to see where all the extra [...]
Peyton Manning was there. So was Priscilla Presley. And Justin Timberlake.
Peyton was orange. Priscilla and JT were blue.
So was most of Memphis. Especially their basketball team.
Saturday night was one of the biggest games in college basketball: #1 University of Memphis vs. #2 University of Tennessee, and in-state rivals to boot. [...]
Just a thirty-two year-old Tennessee mountain man, taking it one day at a time.
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