Month: June 2010

Let’s pretend that there’s a girl. She’s a nice girl with a lot of friends, and at least moderately interesting. She has hobbies. She has a creative mind. Some might even find her pretty. She is independent, a la Kelly Clarkson and Destiny’s Child – a rent check in one hand and a glass of…

Last Thursday morning, I was in a car accident.  Don’t worry – the Honda’s fine – or, at least she will be after the other guy’s insurance pays for a new $750 bumper.  Do you know what this means?  I am losing my bumper stickers.  All of them.  No more “FRESH BEER.”  No more “VIVA…

When I first saw a copy of Jakob Dylan’s new album, “Women and Country,” I was immediately intrigued. I mean, come on – look at the cover. Even better, check out the cover of his EP, the precursor to the full record. Based on these two pictures, this is the coolest man alive. And this…

It’s been awhile since I’ve done a blog series. In fact, I think the last series I did was A-Z.  Who’s been reading since the A-Z days?  Anyone? Awwww.  Bless your hearts.  Both of you. I want to do another series – mostly because choosing a theme keeps me focused, and narrows down a topic. …

Remember when I boldly proclaimed that I was going to walk 1,000 miles between Memorial Day and Labor Day? Well, then I went to Nashville, where being outside in the summer is the equivalent of being in utero without an umbilical cord.  Is that gross of me to say?  I don’t know – do YOU…

I was in Nashville last week, where, as a friend of mine said, it was “hotter than a three-balled tomcat.”  The heat in the South is truly, truly oppressive.  You don’t know what you have until it’s gone – and yes, I am referring to AIR. I am also referring to my car every time…

Good gracious. I am in Nashville, where I have been hit with humidity like a French kiss from the devil himself. Oddly, I don’t mind all that much.  Being with these people that I love has been so good for my soul.  I’ve overbooked myself (as usual), and am running a zillion miles an hour…

My friend Fred Wilhelm writes great songs.  I talked to him a few months back, and told him that some of my happiest moments of the past year were the times that I heard him play this one: I mean, seriously?  That is just the coolest.  I hope this isn’t sacrilegious, but when I hear…

I am flying to Nashville tonight, and am the world’s worst packer.  No, really.  War is to mankind as Annie is to packing.  I ruin everything.  I pack too little, or too much, or all the wrong shoes. Speaking of shoes, I bought a yellow dress to wear to Brook & Cara’s wedding this weekend,…

How is 7-11 still in business when most of them don’t even have gas pumps?  Are Slurpees really a big enough draw? How can I lose so much hair every day, and still HAVE so much hair every day? What does a stress fracture feel like?  Do I have one in each ankle? Where can…