Your Hard-Earned Tax Dollars…
…are paying this guy to sit on his butt all day. Sheesh. I wonder what he makes an hour.
…are paying this guy to sit on his butt all day. Sheesh. I wonder what he makes an hour.
Over the years I’ve developed some quirks, as any decent Crotchety-Old-Woman-in-Training worth her salt would do. I value the truth, however brutal. I appreciate the element of surprise and abhor hints. I don’t read the dust jackets of authors I already know I like. I eat dessert first, whenever possible. And I pick the strangest thing on the menu….
About a month or so ago, I accidentally clicked on the “Facebook Chat” icon, putting myself out there in the intarwebs available for interaction. Within about 15 seconds, I had 10 people open chats with me. Seven of them were from people I hadn’t heard from in a long time, all of whom I wanted to talk to. Three…
I recently met a few friends in Fuquay-Varina, NC (still one of the coolest town names ever) for the weekend. That Saturday was Drew Williams’ signing at the Lazy Lion (where I scored a lovely signed copy of his new book The Corruptor…do you have your copy yet?) We didn’t want to crowd Drew, so we browsed through the…
I’ve remembered a few items that I need to add to The Princess List: 22. Be in Mexico for Dia De Los Muertos (and see a parade) 23. Be in England for Guy Fawkes Day 24. See the sun set into the Pacific Ocean (July 2007) 25. Own a Hope Chest 26. See the D.C. Cherry Blossoms 27. Flush…
Mom saw my birthday tribute to her this morning (how fitting that Concrete Blonde played “Happy Birthday” last night as part of their set for the 20th Anniversary of Bloodletting tour). Needless to say, I brought a tear to her eye — an ability I’ve become quite proud of over the years, as my mother’s tears are a mark…
An Ode to Motherhood To a mom who cooks and cleans And washes all my favorite jeans The last time that you left a spot Very happy I was NOT! But where a spot you did not miss Turns out another called a kiss Life ain’t that easy, you see I guess that’s why you’re stuck with me. (And…
Yup, got my hair cut & styled on the way to Hypericon yesterday. Of course, the humidity took some of the pin-up girlness out of it before I got here, but I still love it. Almost as much as I love Angie, my stylist at The Edge Salon in Belle Meade!
Every year when I come down for Spoleto’s kickoff, I try and make it to at least one of the events that Soteria and Charles are ushering. In doing so I’ve seen some amazing things–from the Alvin Ailey dance troupe to some very interesting performance art about a rabbit. This year I have tickets to two events: Les Ballets…
If you have a sister (or similar close-in-age sibling with whom you spent your formative years in the trenches), you will recognize this scenario. ********************************************************* INT. NIGHT, HOME OF SOTERIA & CHARLES It is late Saturday night. ALETHEA has just arrived in Charleston after a not-so-grueling-but-still-eight-hour drive down the Eastern Seaboard. SOTERIA and CHARLES have offered her a seat…