Archive for March, 2007

Hair Spray and deniem

My cute friends Rachel and Will are getting married this weekend!  YAY!  I’m about to go to Rachel’s bridesmaid luncheon cause I’m a reader in the wedding.  I’m excited. 

The rehearsal dinner tonight is a catfish and quail bake, and the dress code is – suits forbidden, jeans preferred, waders optional.  AND the setting for rehearsal dinner is the Casino, which is where we had dances in high school.  Shoot, it is were my parents went to dances in high school.  Love it.  Perfect setting, perfect theme, perfect people.  I’m hungry just thinking about it. 

I asked rachel if I could wear my carhart overalls.  She said for me to not get to carried away, but that she would insulted if I didn’t wear my cowboy boots and hat.  Sweet. 

In other news:

Have any of y’all ever cut yourself with an emery board while filing your nails?  No?  I guess it takes a special kind of stupid.  For the record, it hurts. 

Have you ever noticed that the song – I Wanna Dance with Somebody – makes you want to dance?  My ipod was on shuffle this morning and that song came on, and I just couldn’t help it.  I wanted to dance. 

Briscoe has started to dig.  This is unacceptable. We are working to stop this destructive behavior. 

I wish the weather would just go ahead and rain, and then clear up and be pretty.  I’m over this cloudy stuff. 

I really like the dress I’m wearing in the wedding tomorrow.  No, I LOVE IT. 

I hope everyone has as great of a weekend planned as I do.  And I hope I stop sneezing soon.  Love y’all. 

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If you don’t live in a pollen infested place, you can’t possibly understand the wreck that pollen invokes.  It is disgusting.  Molly sent me an email the other day that while she was sitting outside at panera in the ATL stealing wireless internet she kept having to wipe her screen clean because the yellow build up happened almost immediately.  At the lake a couple of weeks ago I watched my uncle’s eye glasses slowly turn yellow until he had to take them off and clean them in order to see.  My parent’s front porch, which is normally black, is now a pale buttercup. 

Everyone’s car has a yellow film over it.  If you pour water out onto the ground you get a yellow puddle.  Or, actually I guess you get a puddle of water with a yellow film over it. 

APPARENTLY, I’ve been told that this yucky yellow coating pollen is not the pollen that gives you allergies.  It has been explained to me that if the pollen is big enough for you to see it, it is too big for you to breathe in.  I’m not sure if I believe this, but this is what I have been told.  Question everything. 

All I do know is that some sort of pollen, whether it is this big yellow stuff or some unseen pollen floating around, has been making me feel poorly.  Sore throat, always thirsty congested in neck sort of poorly.  I’m hoping this goes away soon. 

We need a good rain to wash all this yellowness away.  But it needs to rain before monday, then be beautiful and sunny for the rest of the week. 

Whose excited about the Masters?  I AM!

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Blue Stars

A lot of the sidewalks in my neighborhood are not concrete, but are dirt or grass.  The sidewalk outside my parent’s house is reddish sand, that is deep at points, deep enough that my little hybrid bike tires get bogged down.  Todd says I shouldn’t ever ride my bike on the sidewalks anyway, because that is the best way in the world to get hit by a car coming out of a driveway.  He is probably right, since I think he has been hit by a few cars. 

I love the red sand sidewalk, with the big roots of the huge trees that line the street.  Down the road a little bit and across the street there is a strip of sidewalk that is no longer sandy, but grassy.  Grassy with the same sort of big roots, and shady from the trees overhead.  And it is long grass.  Long grass that when trampled smells of rain and dirt and springtime in the backyards of my childhood. 

The best part about this little strip of shady, grassy sidewalk, other than the fact that it always seems to be damp and cooler than everywhere else, is that little blue flowers grow there in the spring time.  Pretty little pale blue stars.  These little flowers have hollow stalks, and don’t take very kindly to being picked.  These flowers also grow in other scattered spots around the neighborhood, but nowhere in the abundance of this strip of sidewalk.  When they are in full bloom there are always mothers taking pictures of their children. 

This year there seemed to be two bouts of the flowers, a first growth of the pale pale blue variety, and about two weeks later after a big rain another growth of the same flowers in a deeper blue color.  Like when the new green grass grows up through the old grass. 

Two things about these pretty little flowers. 

1.  I found one growing in my back yard yesterday.  Actually, there were a couple of them, but they weren’t growing in a patch, they were solitary little souls growing all alone.  Of the pale color. 

2.  SOMEONE thought it was a good idea to mow the path through the pretty little star flowers the other day.  WTF?  I mean, really.  They last a month, tops.  There is no need to mow them up.  Everyone can stomp on through them.  It made me sad.   There was a border of crushed blue flowers that didn’t get mowed up, but did get smashed in the grass along the path.  WHO DOES STUFF LIKE THAT?  Probably the same people who cut down all the trees on a lot before they build a house.  Idiots. 

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Hidden Valley Ranch is having a contest to see which basketball coaches WIFE has the best dip.  Melanie Felton is in the championship (georgia’s basketball coach Dennis Felton’s wife).  Go vote for her here!

Compliments of the Lovely Jill Bateman. 

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Briscoe says hey.


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I like to buy full albums.  Even though I know I can just buy the single, I want the whole album.  I’m here today to influence your musical selection. 

Pink I’m really jazzed about the new P!nk cd – I’m Not Dead.  It actually came out a while ago.  I’m slow. 

It is awesome.  Go buy it.  It isn’t what you would expect.  I was surprised. 

Patty I’m less jazzed (how do you feel about the word jazzed?) I’m less jazzed about the new Patty Griffin cd.  I’m hoping it starts to grow on me. 

Akon I love Akon.  For the record.  Akon and Eminem.  But the clean versions, not the explicit versions.  I can handle explicit Pink,  But not explicit Akon.  I do have some class.  Konvict + Up Front + Akon + Slim Shady= happiness. 

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Islands and Interstates

I’m going to Valdosta today.  To the lake.  I’ll let y’all know if the islands are still there.  I’m hoping to get to stand on one tomorrow.  Maybe I’ll even take a picture.  If I’m feeling crazy. 

Hopefully I’ll be back in augusta by tomorrow night.  Happy St. Patricks Day! Fun holiday, even if green really is most definitely, NOT my color. 

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