“As you all know a fabulous Thanksgiving Dinner does not make itself.”
Filed under: Deep South, Everyday, That Which Bears Repeating, family, food, humor, life
I don't enjoy being sick, especially not after bragging that I rarely even get sick...but to be fair, everyone in my life, within arm's reach, I should add, and I sincerely hope they remember that, has gotten ill. So, I had little recourse other than to accept it myself. Get it over with, and all that, etc. etc. I hope to be more coherent and interesting in a couple of days...because I do have things to say that stem from this past Thanksgiving holiday, including but not limited to the recipe for Delta Milk Punch, How Not To Make Jell-O, the worst place to...
Persistence has no pesticide.
It all started with the handmade oatmeal soap my sister-in-law gave me, in the guise of a present. I must say, wrapped as it was in that beautiful red gift paper, it was quite a thoughtful-looking Christmas present. That’s the allure of wrapping paper, though, isn’t it? I learned this early on: people will take anything on this earth if you just wrap it pretty enough. It can be a thoughtless happy, a re-gift (as American as the NRA), a genuine present, anything. Many is the household item, kitchen utensil, family portrait, that I, as a child, took and re-wrapped and gave to Nana...
Endangered species: Men who snap their fingers.
I saw something rather unusual today. Actually, it was no less than ten minutes ago.
I was walking, taking a short cut to my very dull office, via the library; it's close to my office on campus. And also, I have several several friends who work in the library, so I was anticipating speaking to one or two of them, namely Amanda, who is my best friend.
And so that's what I did, and I spoke to her for a few minutes, begged her to bring me some lunch (on Mondays and Fridays I get...
I prefer to shop alone. But let me tell you why.
Not so very long ago, I went shopping. It's usually a love/hate recreational blood sport, for me; when it happens, under the guise of shopping with others, I like to get in, get done, and get out. No holds barred, no time for stragglers, and definitely no time for Buckle employees. I'm not so keen on "group shopping", or "couples shopping." For whatever reason, truth be told, I prefer to shop alone. I can become rather delusional, in my personal shopping, not knowing when to say when. My previous attempts at shopping with others is probably a more normal cycle for a shopper: ...
Like mother, like martini…
See, this is how it started. I was filling out one of those ridiculous questionnaires - you know the type that base a great deal of your personality on random, pointless questions that once they've summarized your responses you find that it is at once both complete fluff and somehow absolutely accurate - they've all but infected Facebook. Yeah, so that's what I was doing instead of working...or, as I like to say, it was my smoke break...but, since I don't smoke, I just take 10-15, or 40 minutes or whatever and browse through onion.com or cnn.com or engrish.com, etc.
The Crawdad Convo Back Slap, and how to recognize it.
So, for some reason, lately, I really don't know why, I find myself seeking out these, elements of personality, shall we say, that I disapprove of in others. I have no reason to saddle this high horse; god knows, I irritate people...rarely, of course, but still, I'm sure I do. I guess it's just one of those things we can keep to ourselves (minus the blog) and morally hold over others in our private opinions? Except our best of best friends and anyone who sits too close to us at the bar...anyway, that part's not fun; who really cares why? Let's...
He has nothing, but looks everything.
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple." - Algernon, The Importance of Being Earnest
I've played him before...more than once, and yet, each time I come back to those lines, those zingers, and I think I can't do this show another time, I find something fresh, not in Algy, per se, but in what he brings to me. I think I may been Oscar Wilde. Or maybe I am. Everybody gets one insane obsession, right? I think he will be mine. So much has changed over the last few months...I suppose that happens to everyone: you think...One Shel of a good time.
Diary Day - Friday, October 17, 2008: (so good, I told it twice)
I'd never been to Rolling Fork before. Wasn't sure one could visit a place that was, for all intents and purposes, bent on projecting an image of being in constant motion. At least to those who aren't from the area.
But, tonight I found myself squarely in the heart of this almost-ghost of a town...the birthplace of Muddy...
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