Jon and I leave for Memphis very early tomorrow morning and won’t return until next Wednesday afternoon. Jon’s never been to Memphis, so I’m thinking that after six whole days in Elvis’ hometown he’ll really come to understand what I mean when I say that I come from a place where people learn how to [...]
I thank God EVERY DAY that I didn’t marry Jessica Simpson.
Continue to point out my obsessive habit of deleting shows off the TiVo. DON’T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN WE RUN OUT OF SPACE AND THE WHOLE WORLD COMES CRASHING IN.
Agree to go to my 10-yr high school reunion with me, even though everyone there is going to be Southern, inarticulate, and eerily well-versed on the intricacies of NASCAR.
For responding, “What baby?” when that woman looked at my tummy and asked when the baby was due, and secretly relishing her mortified stupor as she apologized and tried to disappear.
Robert & Shana Parkeharrison
The Problem With Music, by Steve Albini
It’s been nearly a week since we discovered that we’re having a baby girl, and the enduring image from the thirty minutes spent with that cold piece of machinery on my belly is the tiny footprint she kept shoving toward the screen. My baby has feet! Both Jon and I had been silently worried in [...]
My Morning Jacket: It Still Moves
This past Monday night my mother invited my husband and me over for homemade country-fried steak, biscuits, gravy and mashed potatoes, the exact meal I will request as my last meal when the state of Utah finally decides to execute me for all my evil doing. After dinner we sat around the living room going [...]