I don't know much about her, my maternal great-grandmother.I do know her name was Sparky.At least, that's what everyone called her. Her real name was probably something old and did her a disservice. Sparky fit her. Like the clothes she chose not to wear.That's right.Sparky was a nude model. Back in the day, my granny stripped, showed her tatas and bore no shame.Can't say her folks shared the sentiment, but from what I understand, Sparky didn't much care what anyone thought.The only rules were her rules.She died when I was around four, so I have few memories of her.I do remember certain things though. 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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