hootenannie

Confession: I haven’t written a song since November. GAH.  I don’t want anyone to know that!  I am such a fraud. I feel like a snail – one that has been left out in the brutal sunshine, shriveled up inside its flimsy shell.  I feel no inspiration.  I have no ideas. Oh, sure.  One might…

There have been a lot of times in the past several years when I have needed courage.  Between the ending of relationships, and a solo cross-country move, and feeling so alone I could barely breathe, and being relatively destitute, and getting roommates, and starting to share my music for the first time, and introducing myself…

I don’t even remember where I was, or how I got there – but there I was, cyber-stalking a stranger. Sadly, this is how many of my stories begin. And I came across a random crowd picture of last Saturday’s half-marathon.  Taken by a stranger, and uploaded in another stranger’s account.  A sea of hundreds…

Julie [about our 61-year old next-door neighbor] “I want Neal to fall in love.  I wonder if he has a beau?” Annie “A beau is a man.” Julie “What – really?  I always thought it was gender-neutral.” – – – – – – – – Mel “Do we have koozies?” Annie “No… but… we have…

… then Tyler is the poster-child for marital success.

I did it.  And it was the worst best thing I’ve ever done. I have started this post at least a dozen times, and am having a hard time putting into words what happened on Saturday. I could tell you about waking up at 4:30am, and stressing out in a traffic jam on the way…

One of the East Nasties has a bumper sticker that says “Run Happy.” I don’t.  Run happy, that is. Some people are built to run – I am not.  I really do not enjoy running.  Even after dedicating myself for months, pulling myself out of bed every Saturday AND Sunday morning, and watching my mileage…

Now I know: any time I am ever feeling a lack of estrogen in my life, all I must do is post a blog about my hair – and voila, THE WOMEN APPEAR! Thank you for your feedback, ladies!  Emily, Kristy, and Erin, I’m sorry to report that I listened to the majority, played it…

You don’t even have to say it.  I already know. You are desperate for an update on the growth of my hair. Ever since I cut off my hair over a year ago, I have been longing for it to grow out.  I have patiently not so patiently endured the days, the weeks, the months…

I don’t have anything to say today.  Because I already said it all to Joey. Joey is a blog friend (good NIGHT, we are such internet nerds), a law student in Austin, a writer, a seeker, a thinker – and as you will see, basically the next Stone Phillips.