I realize it's been far too long since I've posted a Mamaw Erma story.Mamaw is April's 87 year old grandmother. I adore her.She can be cantankerous and outspoken (which is clearly why I adore her).I was reminded of this story during a recent dinner I had with my good friends Sharon and Marcia. Only now am I able to laugh about it. A little.Sharon and Marcia, however, had absolutely no problem reveling in what was a very disturbing incident for me. I trust you'll be kinder to me than they were, so I'll share what happened.About a year and half into our relationship, Apes and I were visiting her mom and Mamaw in Bristol, TN. Full story...
It's been a little more than a week since the election and the painful realization that for whatever reason, people are still voting to write discrimenation into our Constitution.
I'm feeling all off kilter, not blogging every day. It's not that there's nothing to blog about...I mean, yesterday, Christi took me to the Pilot gas station where she was stalked by a creepy man in a Christmas sweater.
Here, and without effort to protect the guilty, are some photographs of my weekend in Texas...I've always wanted to be picked up at the airport by someone holding a sign with my name on it.
I made it.Hello, Dallas, Texas!I have several posts in the works, but the down and dirty is:I'm here for work - Whirlpool Building Blocks is next week and I'll be running around writing articles, helping out with media requests and whatever else is needed in order to make the event as successful as the last two have been.
I've added it up.I spent some 48 hours glued to election coverage and another 24 plotting ways to offend the Mormon churches in Utah who gave MILLIONS of dollars to ensure Proposition 8 stripped my friends of their right to marry in California.
Last night, this country and one man rendered me: speechless, emotional, proud, invigorated, hopeful, determined, heard, triumphant, tearful and peaceful.
First up: VOTING!Not only will my mother hate I voted for Obama, but she won't like I went out of the house looking like a "rag-a-muffin.
Bill called to tell me he fixed my laptop and it was ready for pick up.I hopped on I-95 and spent the 30-minute road trip in quiet awe of the beauty surrounding me.
I have no idea what my deal is.I just pulled an all-niter...I haven't done that since college where I earned the title of: Champion-Amazing-Most-Beautiful-and-Bestest-Beer-Funnel-er-IN THE WORLD.
When I was a kid, I thought my parents were "really got into Halloween" because they put a couple of cardboard grave stones in the yard.
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