Nostalgia

Happy New Year, my friends! 2007! Enjoy every minute of it, time flies.

Oh...and, don't forget to eat you black-eyed peas!

You Ain't Missed Much

Yes, I managed to survive Christmas.

Here's what's been going on:

This is one of the coolest things I got for Christmas. My sister got it for me after shaming me for still using the same college ID case I have had for a decade now. You know things are critical when your lesbian sister is giving you grief about your accessories. Thanks, sis!

This is one of the coolest things I gave this Christmas. I gave Possum the photo book European Fields: The Landscape of Lower League Football, by Hans Van Der Meer. Beautiful photos, even if you aren't a fan.

Random things I have been thinking about:

Patterdale Terriers. A friend has a puppy, aw.

John Terry's back.

President Gerald Ford.

The Gift that Keeps on Giving(NSFW!)

Merry Christmas!

My Favorite Things 2006

OK, here goes, this is my attempt at compiling a list of all(some of) my favorite things from 2006. If I was Oprah I would give you all one of each :-)

(Standard end-of-the-year-list caveat applies; items may pre-date 01/01/06, but this is the year that I became obsessed with them.)

CDs that I played WAY too much: Dog Problems by The Format, The Life Pursuit by Belle & Sebastian

Books I enjoyed: Peyton Amberg by Tama Janowitz, A Very Long Engagement by Sebastien Japrisot , Don't Tell Me the Truth About Love by Dan Rhodes, Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell

DVDs: The Secretary, Trois Coleurs, Footballers Wives

LMAO: Karl Pilkington, (you really should listen to these free pocasts, they usually charge for this nonsense!)

Food Finds: Emelia's Kitchen, Monte Ne

Pamper Me: Apparently, The Secret To Supermodel Skin IS NOT cigarettes and heroin(this stuff is AWESOME!), Chandelier earrings from the $1 jewelry store.

Getaway: To Pasadena, CA with Possum.

The Special One: Jose Mourinho

Soccer Moments: Macclesfield v Walsall, My boy scoring his very first goal, yay!, The entire World Cup, oh and I think Zizou may have headbutted someone or something.

That's all for now. Feel free to remind me of something that I prattled on and on about sometime during the last year. 2006 really ain't been all that bad!

The Christmas Spirits 2006

The Format - Dog Problems

So, Of Montreal might be Dead To ME...On the other hand(bad pun intended), The Format still just tickles me pink!!!

Mighty Big Talk for Someone Doing Outback Commercials

Some of you may remember my infatuation last spring with the band, Of Montreal...especially their song "Wraith Pinned to the Mist (And Other Games)"...which they have since changed the words and turned into an Outback Steakhouse Commercial. Not that there is anything wrong with selling out. But when I learned that in their new album their is a whole track devoted to dissin' Little Rock, well that just earned them a place on my "Dead to Me" list. (Dead To Me list Fall/Winter 2006: 1. Gwen Stefani: Seriously, Gwen, Jr. High Marching band music and yodeling? 2. Arsenal FC: For Arsene Wenger, for Thierry Henry never playing, and for playing bo-ring games just when I was getting interested.)

You can read the whole Pitchfork article here.

But even internet marketing geniuses face day-to-day challenges offline. For instance, Barnes' wife, Nina, lost her hat in Little Rock, Arkansas, inspiring the new Of Montreal track, "Little Rock". What hardship! As previously reported, the song was released yesterday via Polyvinyl as a B-side on the limited edition (2000 copies on blue and yellow wax) seven inch for the Hissing Fauna number "She's a Rejecter".

"Little Rock" documents the incident ("Little Rock, I offered you my heart and you tried to steal Nina's hat. Little Rock, why'd you have to go and do something as stupid as that?") and Of Montreal's subsequent disdain for the location ("We're never coming back to your shitty little town") in a 58-second mostly-acoustic ditty.

Of Montreal without layers upon layers of instrumentation? Believe it, and download the track below. And get ready for the diss track by the Little Rock Chamber of Commerce, hopefully coming to a mixtape near you soon.

And just to remind you, Of Montreal will launch a three-month-long North American tour this January. And out of all these dates, there is not one show scheduled in Little Rock. Walking the walk...we like that.

OK, so like, who goes to Little Rock and DOESN'T expect to get their hat stolen? Gah!

Snow Day

Bubba Hog

Go Hogs, Beat Florida!

(Possum said this is how he imagines my ex-husband.)

Listless

Lately, I have been considering my inability to "list". Tis the season to list, apparently. As the end of the year draws to a close we'll soon be bombarded with "The Best ____ of 2006", "The Worst ____ of 2006", "My Favorite_____ of 2006", ad nauseum. I guess I could actually do a list thing like that...maybe, just maybe, I will. I do keep a calendar/journal of what books I'm reading or songs I'm liking or anything else that particularly catches my fancy at the moment. So, it would just be a matter of looking through that and picking out "The Best". Frankly, that scares me a little bit though. You see, I have this tendency to go a bit overboard with new interests. For instance, some of you may remember "The Great Bluegrass Frenzy of '02" or the time I tried to educate myself about fine wines and nearly ended up a penniless alcoholic. Ah, good times. Not that I don't STILL have a warm place in my heart for Big Smith and Stags' Leap Cab Sav, it's just that once I have moved on I tend to look back at my obsessions with Nelson Ha Ha'ing over my shoulder. There's really no need to have that recorded in a public forum, now is there? And, besides, does anyone really care what I like? No. Everybody else already likes what they like. Seriously, if someone is looking to my preferences for guidance on what's good, cool or quality...just don't.

No matter the time of year though, we have become a "list culture". Some lists are much better than others. (Just spend 5 minutes looking around MySpace for examples of the "others".) Why do folks feel the need to list? Is it simple egotism or is it a tool of self-discovery? Are these lists pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that when put together form a complete, comprehensive picture of the person compiling them? Really? I don't get it. My interests tend to be more like rocks picked up on a creek bed; admired for a moment then tossed over the shoulder, occasionally carried in a pocket, few coveted enough to collect dust on a bookcase. No matter how you look at it...they never fit together to form a complete picture of anything. Maybe I'm just fickle. Maybe I just like the process of learning about new things. I am awfully curious, but I'm also loyal, too. Maybe that's why I don't list. I'm never fenced in by any proclaimed preferences, trapped by any "bests" or "favorites". Perhaps in this particular post I have been a bit enamoured with "quotation marks". Don't get too used to it. Tomorrow...the semi-colon!!!

Bitchgiving

So, I did the Thanksgiving thing with my family. I was grateful. I counted my many blessings. Yadda, yadda. Now, here's some stuff I'm hatin'.

I detest that my four day weekend is over and now it's Monday.

I detest that I have been busy and not keeping up with this here blog the way that I would like.

I detest that I now must begin Christmas shopping.

I detest that none of the pictures Possum and I took at Lights of the Ozarks turned out worth a damn. Here's a good one I didn't take.

I detest that my grandmother just found out she has lung cancer and we don't know what should/could be done about it, yet.

I detest that the Razorbacks lost to LSU. Oh Hogs, why must you break my heart so?

I detest that I didn't get to see one of my bestest friends in the whole world on her birthday. Hope you had a good one, M. I promise to make it up to ya real soon.

It's not Cyber Monday...It's Bitchgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. Here's a picture of my dad carving our Thanksgiving turkey, or...er...cutting the shrink wrap off the fried turkey he bought from the BBQ trailer down the road. Yes, I spent the holiday with The Fam in southeast Arkansas. The turkey was delicious and we got to eat a good third of it before our dog Maxx managed to pull the plate off the counter and devour the remainder. Sonsabitches, Bumpasses!

Woo Pig Sooie!!!

It's a HUGE day in NWA as the Razorbacks play host to the Tennessee Volunteers. ESPN College GameDay is even in town! Go Hogs, Beat Tennessee! If for no other reason than "Rocky Top" causes all Arkansans to throw up in their mouths, just a little.

Here's a conversation, overheard in a doctor's office, that illustrates exactly how important this game is and exactly how crazy Razorback fans can be:

Older gentleman explaining why he can't have surgery until after the Arkansas v Tennessee game...

Patient: I gotta be in fightin' form for the Tennessee game. I can't be all laid-up! I was there in 1999 when we beat 'em. Remember, the fans tore down the goal post and carried 'em down to Dickson Street!

Patient's Wife: He cried like a baby; this same man didn't even shed a tear at my mama's funeral!

Go Hogs!

Well, It's a Start...

The Unknown
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.

—Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing

I'm sure all y'all think I would have just been tickled pink last week when the Democrats gained control of the House and the Senate, but they are going to have to SHOW me something first. Let's face it, the Democrat minority was never that small all along, not so small that they shouldn't have been making a helluva lot of noise long before the past few weeks proceeding the recent midterm election. Frankly, I have been pissed about that. Where is the party of FDR and JFK, the party that took action to help the poor and the oppressed? Where is the party that took a stand for Civil Rights for minorities? Even if they haven't had the balls to stand up and question how we continue to deny rights to a certain portion of the population based on who they love or what they do in their bedrooms, how have they stood by and watched as the civil liberties of all of us were eroded by those using fear to keep us cowed? So, now that they have gained a handful of seats, can we expect some action, some common sense, some application of the very principles this nation was founded on? I'm not so sure. But, I'm watching. Show me, please, please show me!

There's this, Rumsfeld could be charged with war crimes. Could it be? The beginning of accountability? How embarrassing would that be, though? America's Defense Secretary being charged for war crimes in Germany...how very far we have slipped. But, not so far that something still can't be done about it. I still have faith in America and real American values(and I guess the Democrats). Let's show the world something other than our recent fear, prejudice and corruption. Now is our chance!

My Girlz, Our Pedicures & Dr. P's Annual Fall Shindig

11/04/2006

Midterm Elections...They Matter Quite a Little!

God, I hope y'all voted!

Halloween Revisited

On my list of dream jobs, costume designer is right up there with travel writer and sommelier. Like a big girl version of playing Barbies(uh, or maybe it was just me who chose to make all Barbie's clothes from the remains of cut-offs and my grandmother's old nylon nightgowns). So, Halloween is usually my kind of thing. This year, my creative juices were NOT flowing. I was feeling pretty lazy. So, I had a glass of wine, got a couple of white T-shirts, slung a bunch of paint on 'em and after a gawdawful mess, some of the neighbors joining me with their own white T-shirts and considerable drying time...viola...Possum and I were Jackson Pollock paintings for Halloween! I was Convergence and Possum was Circumcision, just in case you were wondering.

That's a close up(and blurred) shot of my T-shirt. So, today I'm messing around on this here internets and I see this.

$140 million. I must not have slung it the right way.

Happy Halloween!

Hey, yeah! I have a blog!

Busy, busy, busy with not much interesting to share...unless, you want to hear about work and payin' the bills, etc.

There are lots of exciting fall soirees in the works though. Here's what I have to look forward to in the next couple of weeks:

A trip to South East Arkansas to visit family and friends.

One of my bestest friend's annual Halloween Party. This is the 2nd year, so maybe it's presumptuous of me to call it annual just yet. She should feel free to shoo my drunk, costumed ass off her front porch this time next year.

Possum and I are going to see Marie Antoinette this weekend! If I don't continue to be so lame, maybe I'll even post a review!

Pedicures with my girls!

Dr. Performance's 3rd Annual Cocktail Party and Shindig.

Aren't I just the social butterfly?

A Religious Right

For it seems to me unreasonable, in sending a prisoner, not to also specify the charges against him. Acts 25:27

Now, I'm not one to trot out Bible versus to serve my political purposes. My faith and my belief are MY faith and MY belief. I like it that way and I believe everyone else is entitled to their own faith and beliefs, as long as they aren't hurting anyone or cramming it down everybodies throat either. Unfortunately, not everyone feels the same way. For the last 6+ years that the Republicans have had their way(despite their best efforts to pin the tail on the Donkey and blame a lingering Clinton aura...longer lasting than a stain on a blue dress!...Damn, what is that man MADE of?... for everything they have managed to screw up), they have played holier than thou and shamelessly used their religion and the Religious Right to further their aims. Turns out it's been a whole lot of talk and precious little walk when it comes to their "faith". Aside from all the corruption, bribes and naughty e-mails to little boys, David Kuo, an Evangelical Christian and White House insider said on 60 Minutes that often Christian leaders were mocked and called "goofy" or "nuts". If the Religious Right remains suspicious of these claims...so close to mid-term elections, instead they should reflect on just how much actual legislation has been implemented over the last 6+ years on the issues near and dear to their hearts. That's the proof of how valued, or rather taken for granted, they are. Not that I'M complaining. I'm just saying.

I started this post with the Bible verse Acts 25:27. I can't think of anything that better illustrates the chasm that exists between my view of a what it means to be a Christian and the view that this administration adheres to. So, that's your Bible study for today, the day Bush signs a law severely limiting the great writ of habeas corpus.

"If All Arkansas Read the Same Book"

I picked up Shirley Abbott's The Bookmaker's Daughter at my local library because I have fond memories of Ms. Abbott's book Womenfolks: Growing Up Down South from my ninth grade history class. Truly, very few memories of the actual book, but lots of memories of passionate discussions among teen girls about being a "woman" and being "Southern". I was a couple of chapters into The Bookmaker's Daughter when I learned that it is currently Arkansas State Library's "If All Arkansas Read the Same Book" selection. Well, I've done my part. I was even considering going to our local library's lecture, book signing and lunch...until I realized it is being held Monday at 11:30am. I shall be working, like any healthy, productive person between the ages of 18-65 on a Monday mid-morning. WTF, Fayetteville Public Library, WTF?

Anywho, the book is a lovely reminiscence of family, and a fair amount of politics, in post-Depression era Arkansas(not too different from the late 70's early 80's Arkansas when I was a little girl). Ms. Abbott lays it all out there...the good, the bad and the ugly, without forfeiting any love or loyalty to the people or the place that raised her. Besides, just look at that cover photo! Isn't that great? Doesn't it just make you wish that men still wore hats and had the home-trainin' to take 'em off indoors and especially at the supper table?

So, to a wallow further in Arkansas nostalgia...I'm gonna give this a go. Remember Designing Women, people? Remember Evening Shade? Er, well, remember Designing Women???

Prairie Grove-Battlefield Park

Lincoln Apple Festival!

Note the dunking booth target---upside down longhorns. Yep, we still hate Texas.

Lot's o' Bikes

This picture was taken while driving down Mission, 10am.

Fayetteville Under Siege, or as it's commonly called...Bikes Blues & BBQ

Many thanks to Possum for submitting these pictures from Bikes Blues & BBQ, right before he Got The Hell Out Of Here. I probably would have left town too, if I wasn't obligated to be here this weekend. The plan is to stay as far away from the fray as possible, though. Fayetteville has more than it's fair share of astonishingly stupid drivers and traffic is a pain in the ass around here on a good day; add over 300,000 bikers and we are talking scenes from a NIGHTMARE. A 10 minute drive from Downtown to South Fayetteville morphs into a 35 minute battle to suppress violent road rage. Not to mention the constant roar of bikes from one end of town to the other, which I can hear through my open window now. I'm not even ANYWHERE NEAR ground zero, either.

In years past, I have looked forward to BB&BBQ as an excuse to go out with the girls at night and an outing with my son to see the bikes during the day. But, this year the traffic and the quest for parking just seems like too much of an obstacle. My boy wasn't even interested in going.

God, I'm sounding like all those Fayetteville snobs, endlessly whining about all the things that "Keep Fayetteville Funky". Au contraire, I'm all for it! I love that Fayetteville is such a shiny happy town that you can mix thousands of bikers and countless drunk locals in a confined area and it's still called child-friendly(at least during the daylight hours). There are very few problems given the magnitude of the event; it's one of the largest bike rallies in the country! I do realize how lucky I am, despite the inconvenience to my routine once a year.

I'm just going to opt out this year, that's how I'm feeling now anyways. If for some reason I do find myself down there...I'll be sure to have my camera.

Life's Too Short for Sensible Shoes

"Shoes turn you into someone else. You can't be a dominatrix in a sneaker. If you are in a high heel, you are in pain, and you are going to make someone pay for it."
Natacha Marro, maker of custom fetish boots in London

There's an article in the September National Geographic about shoes. The pictures by Mitchell Feinberg are so cool they make me want to strut around in all those over-the-top shoes. What I really found interesting though was the quote from June Swann: Shoe Historian, at the beginning of the article. "Shoes are the best indication of how people are feeling." So, that made me wonder what my shoes, stacked Abu Ghraib style in a corner by my closet, were saying about how I'm feeling. (I think they are saying I had a busy week.) The right pair of shoes can make all the difference, though. After a particularly trying week, I once had a boyfriend give me a pair of "feel-better-shoes", and it worked! You never have to worry about shoes turning on you and becoming too snug if you slack at the gym or hit the chocolate a little too hard either. Not like those bastards, blue jeans.

I'm not a big fan of the sensible shoe; they just aren't any fun to shop for. But, there is a time and a place for everything and if Moses had been a woman he would have insisted on an Eleventh Commandment...Thou Shall Dress for the Occasion. So, as I've gotten older I have come to terms with the fact that there are times when the Nikes and even the Tevas are necessary. Conversely, there are times when only a 3 inch stiletto will do. It's all about adaptability. And shoes, like hair color, allow you to easily become someone else. At least for a little while.

Nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream...

Weird Al is back with a new video called "White & Nerdy". You guessed it, parodying Chamillionaire's "Ridin'". I don't know about y'all, but whenever I think about Weird Al I see a montage of various people from my past singing their own favorite Weird Al songs. I'll spare you the gory details. I'll just trust that Weird Al holds as dear a place in your heart as mine.

Just in case you haven't had enough, or you doubt the cleverness that is Weird Al...check this out.

Note to Possum: I love you even if this did hit a little close to home. Let's just never speak of the Star Wars Holiday Special ever again.

New Hair, Just in Time for Fall!

If you're a fly gal, then get your nails done.
Get a pedicure, get your hair did."
- "Work It", Missy Elliot






I've never been a brunette before! The four hours that I have been though have been lots of fun, you know...scaring myself when I walk by a mirror and such. My stylist is a hoot and we had fun doing something different for a change. In the past, I have been pretty experimental, running the gamut from a platinum blonde Mia Farrow/Rosemary's Baby 'do to hussy red to a rather regrettable yellowish/purple striped atrocity. So yeah, there have been mixed results but overall I'm grateful that God saw fit to bless me with the type of skin tone that if I ever have to run from the law or join the Witness Relocation Program I'll do just fine. Lately, I have kept it pretty tame and blonde; partially out of consideration for Possum's rather refined and conservative sensibilities. Also, because I have noticed that anytime I stray too far, for too long from my blonde "roots" I start getting sorta depressed. I just start feeling not quite myself. But, that's what makes it so much fun right? It's like being incognito or playing dress-up(which I also still like to do). Make no mistake though, I'm a blonde. There won't be any going over to the other side. I predict fairer follicles by spring.

E-mail8Ball

I absolutely love everything about this!


Speaking of relinquishing all control over your own life...I had an idea the other day in the shower....Life by Consensus, the politicians have been doing it for years. How about instead of letting fate or a CD decide, you let your friends? Who better? Everyone has a sh*tload of e-mail contacts, folks who know you from different places and know different aspects of your personality, so the next time you are puzzled by life...just poll everyone in your address book. Or better yet, why not let your friends make EVERY major life decision....hell, even minor life decisions? The word's out that kids these days are vacillating to the point of ineffectualness anyways. So, give up soul- searching, logic and quiet contemplation. Where the hell has that got you? Just Dear Abby your friends, they actually know you and you'll have a variety of answers to choose from. Better yet, make it a yes/no either/or type question and majority rules! I couldn't do it, I'm entirely too hard-headed and opinionated. Here's a list of qualifications for the candidate we need for our little social experiment:

1) Must have extensive e-mail contact list. Friends must not be too squeamish or preoccupied with their own life to play along.

2) Must be impressionable enough for this to seem like a good idea.

3) Must have an affinity for statistical methods.

4) Must have already F'd up things enough all on your lonesome.

5) Ability to condense every life choice into a yes/no, either/or question a plus.

6) Must be connected enough to be able to drop everything and e-mail your group anytime you are indecisive. (Should I take that job? Should I go out with that guy? Is it too "Fall" for flip-flops?)

7) When the majority speaks, you must listen.

So basically what we are looking for is a wimpy nerd with no life, who's online all the time. Are you picturing someone right now? So, if you or someone you know wants to try it...DO IT! And, for goodness sake tell me how it works out! Could be interesting.

Who, me??? Bipolar???

My many moods this week. (Is it really only Wednesday?)

Frazzled: Work, errands, bills, half-assedly working out, and all the other usual stuff has proved daunting this week.

Ecstatic: I saw the greatest goal ever scored! Live and by my favorite soccer player of all time :-)

Amused: Here's something for my redheaded friends. Just don't get carried away, unless you are fed up with being Caucasian.

Excited: I get new hair on Saturday! I'm thinking of doing something REALLY drastic. I think I'm going to go much darker(because I'm fed up with being Caucasian..uh, maybe just blonde.) A lot of this is speculation and depends entirely on the mood of my stylist at the time. She pretty much does what she wants and because she's fabulous, I let her!

Aggravated: The more I write the cheesier this sounds and frankly that just makes me pissed off.

Highlight of the weekend: Eating ice cream with Possum by the train tracks; watching an ambulance, fire truck, AND police cruiser respond to a passed-out drunk on the street. Don't ya just love this town?

I Still Love wikiHow!

I really wish I had read this a few weeks ago! ;-)

Let's all cheer...Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink!

Last night, Possum and I watched the Champions League game between Manchester United and Celtic that he had TiVoed. It came on at 1:30pm, so I had to avoid the computer and any possible online spoilers for the rest of the day...hence, no post yesterday. This was a really fun game. The guy with the coolest name in soccer scored a goal, so we got to hear the commentators say Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink a bazillion times! I think they got as much joy out of saying it as I did out of hearing it. Yes, I am easily amused and yes, I did partake of a little wine during the game. Ah, good times. While I appreciated all the JVofH, I think it was pretty clear the commentators weren't rooting for ManU. That goalie's "brush" of Ryan Giggs looked more like a hug to me...and the ref ;-) Now, Giggs is out for a couple of weeks and Possum has to scramble his Fantasy Football lineup. It doesn't affect me, I can't seem to pick anyone who will do anything interesting. If only JVofH would have come to the EPL!

Worth Repeating

OK, so I finally broke down and watched some 9/11 coverage. Tuesday night I watched the TiVoed "Countdown with Keith Olbermann". I hadn't heard anything about his speech at that time and it completely floored me. I had to go back and watch it a second time, then read the transcript Wednesday morning. It's that good! This is the most intelligent, articulate commentary I have heard on TV in a long time. So, watch it if you haven't already. Sorry it's taken me so long to share.

If you liked that...you'll love this!

A typical conversation with co-workers...

Sadly, eating is one of the highlights of our workday.



E: I'm gonna eat this last petit four.

L: You should eat that last petit four.
(note: said petit four is over a week old)

E: I microwaved it.

L: You heated up cake?! That's just gross sounding.

Me: C'mon, the microwave will rejuvenate anything. Throw a wet paper towel on it and it's good as new!

E: **garbled talking with mouth full** four thousand **more unintelligible mouth full talking** man.

Puzzled looks from me and L.

E: **mouth empty now** I said...they should microwave that four thousand year old man they found.

L: Of course you did!

E: You know...like in National Geographic.

Me: Are you talking about the peat bog people? Are you saying that they should take the bog man, cover him with a wet paper towel and microwave him? To rejuvenate him???

E: Well, it may take more than one paper towel, maybe like twenty.

fin

E has earned the reputation for being "random" and we love her for it. Only the truly brilliant can appreciate the tenuous link between petit fours and peat bog people.

Escapism

An old boyfriend once said that he had lived in Madison County for six months before he met anyone with a full set of teeth...All of the pictures in the previous post were taken while on a hike in Madison County. I didn't really have any up close encounters with any residents while on the hike, but some of my best friends have lived there at one time or another so I can assure you they are not all periodontally challenged. That being said, I did see an assortment of wormy dogs! (See the previous post and say hi to one of 'em!) I also saw lots of folks riding their four-wheelers on the main road! So what do you do in a situation like this...When for a brief moment you find yourself outside the constraints of traffic, busy-body locals and pesky city ordinances and find yourself in the glorious white-trash freedom that is rural Arkansas? You shoot off fireworks in the middle of the road, of course!



C'mon, don't y'all all carry fireworks on hikes?

Today has been a day and I'm about to call it. I left home at 7:30am and didn't return until after 7:30pm. The good thing about being busy all day is that I hardly had a moment to even realize The Date. In fact I've been able to avoid the media entirely. It's not that I don't care that it's 9/11, or that I wish to forget what those three numbers will forever be associated with. In fact, I thought about it several times today and over the past couple of days. I've just been able to reflect on it without the media ipecac of patriotic songs, boys choirs, moments of silence and rhetoric. I'm afraid that would have only made me angry.

Good night, and thanks again to everyone who made the arduous journey over from MySpace to see me:-) Thanks for the comments, y'all. See ya around.

Deliverance-NWA

Here We Go Again

Why howdy-doo everybody. This is my new blog ...Just for all my loyal friends who have expressed their profound sadness at my MySpace departure...uh hum. Seriously, I do appreciate the fact that so many of you actually read the darn thing and I do hope that it's not too much trouble to just bookmark this page and check in occasionally...Just to keep in touch. So if you are interested, this is where I'll be!

Here's what's going on...

Soccer and lots of it. The EPL season is back and in full swing. Let's not talk about my fantasy football team tho...It sucks ass.

Cooler temps means hiking! The picture above was taken on a hike last weekend. I'm about to go on a hike with my neighbor in a few minutes, once it cools off a little bit. Maybe I'll get some cool pictures to share!

That's all for now. Thanks for stopping by!