- I really hate what this place has become. I don’t think the quality is suffering, but boy howdy, the quantity is down upwards of 90%. It’s just, every time I sit down to blog here I see the faces of the people I know that read it. Starting today I vow to post every single day, even if I think it insignificant and ridiculous. Which is what happens a lot.
- In the meantime, things are going well over here. I still like my job, despite the ever increasing sprawl of my ass. We have people take over the blog on the weekends, and they all invariably say (except Bill Hobbs) they have a new appreciation for my work. It is mentally exhausting to read all day and write and engage. And emotionally, too, at times. My skin is thicker that it has ever been thanks to the Nashville sphere of blogs. (Though, I really owe it to the early trolls like wreckage and pog. You guys made me the callous bitch I am today.)
- The dog is a fucking mess. This morning on our walk she stuck her snout into a pile of leaves and pulled out the rigor mortis-ed carcass of a squirrel. I only know this because there is still a tuft of hair at the end of the long tail. If not for the hair I’d have thought it was just a fucked up stick. This was not the first or even the fifth time she has picked up this decomposing squirrel. Oh no, somehow she finds it every time we walk. Because when she moves it we are unable to remember where that fucker is. And every time she gets it in her mouth she throws her head back and chomps on it, with a gleam in her eye. And I wig out. I have to try to get her to put it on the ground so I can step on it with my foot (!) and force it out of her jaws. This is always a bitch, because Tootie loves Rigor the Squirrel. So much. She hates to give it up, and I hate to have to take it from her.
- I got a french press for my desk. It’s little (I bought it at Davis Cookware) and makes just one giant cup’s worth. I love it.
- I switched to the East Nashville Y after working out at the one in Green Hills all that time. The East Y pales in comparison to that suburban bohemoth. There are less fine-assed women to stare at for duration inspiration, but there is also less Fox News. Even trade.
- Dorinda Carter and I have been invited to the Metro Firefighter’s Christmas Breakfast (read: omg firemen can cook, yay biscuits) on the 22nd which is a Thursday. It starts at 9. I am trying to figure out a way to attend since that is the hour work begins. Perhaps I can go in early and tag team a VJ piece with Dorinda on the breakfast. The firefighters could use some good press these days.
- I need glasses, but my Mom gave me money for glasses for Christmas last year and I ended up using it on bills, I think. Now I feel bad about asking her again, but really that is all I want. To see.
- I haven’t had a haircut in a year. Twelve months. So gross right? I know. I’m trimming my split ends, but oh man is it long. I guess behind glasses, I’d really like a haircut, too. (My haircuts and highlights are an expensive affair.)
- I am training to run a 5K. I haven’t picked one yet, but I’m looking. I have weeks and weeks to go.
- Running makes me hungry so I’m going to try to convince the boyfriend to take me out for tacos and beer.
Grab Bag, Baby
December 2nd, 2005 | Lists
6 comments ↓
Hi Brittney,
1. I’m glad and grateful to hear that you’ll be posting more frequently in your “home blog.” :)
2. Doesn’t WKRN offer you a vision-care plan in your benefit package?
Kind regards,
Tim
RIGOR THE SQUIRREL! Bwahahaha. That was worth taking the time to post, right there.
You know, if you need somewhere a little more quiet and secure to post about the unsafe for public consumption stuff, I gotta little place for ya. I call it LiveJournal, and it’s where I bitch about things that I can’t talk about in polite, google-able company. Lemme know if you want an invite. ;)
I don’t know Ariel and i certainly don’t wanna dis her, but I hope you put all your stuff out here on your blog.
You do have a hard job (but a good one) and you oughta be able to let some non-NIT steam off as well as post whateverthehell you want to post.
The French Press at the East Nashville Bongo Java is really good..i was thinking about buying my own FP..now you have inspired me to take action.
I post all my “unsafe for public consumption stuff” in this awesome hardback journal I bought in Barnes & Noble a while back… :)
TW
You have a sprawly ass? Well, darnit, don’t let developers build on it one of those damn gated communities where all the houses look the same and you’re shot for not mowing frequently enough.
On another note, I saw a newspaper article on a la carte cable. Dangit, we need it. Ands we need more out of market local stations. WGN isn’t so super. WE WANT ‘KRN!!! WE WANT ‘KRN!!!
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