Where we’re staying in San Francisco–pretty fancypants

Nihon Whisky Lounge: Where I’ll be Thursday evening

No, no, no, no, a thousand times no: Dog fighting is not a “Southern thing”

NHL to NBA: Boo-ya!

Nuns: The latest victims of Bush Derangement Syndrome.

Boo! Super scary! VOTE FOR ME OR DIE!!

Move over iPhone, Google’s coming to town

Fred Thompson taking advantage of loopholes?

• Good health. Working legs. Beating heart.
• All those rides to cheerleading practice and my boyfriend’s house and SAT prep and academic decathlon my mother gave me. Without her mad chauffeur skills I wouldn’t have flourished like I did in high school.
• A big hearted sister
• Two very good dogs
• Trips to San Francisco
• A seriously kickass boyfriend. Seriously.
• A cubicle
• People who want to hang around me even though I push them away
• A grip on my anxiety
• White wine
• Enough money for food and bills and even a little fun
• The happiness my mom’s husband brings her
• Leeland
• Cooler weather
• New wheels and tires for my ride–no more dangerous bulges!
• Flickr
• Fipi
• The quietest of the voices in my head
• Never mowing the grass because it is too dry to grow
• Badass black wedges for 70% off
• Friends who feel as pretty as they are
  
• Readers of this blog
• Nashville’s mayoral election is almost over
• Feeling wanted
• Melissa might be moving to Nashville
• Plenty of sleep

There is a bottle of scented hand lotion in the bathroom at work that smells like Christmas. It’s “holiday scented” or something. At first I found the smell really foul and cloying. But now I kinda like using it.

I like Christmas as much as the next fool, but I don’t get all pumped about it months in advance. Jingle bells don’t exactly send me dancing.* But smelling the scent of peppermint and pine cones on my mitts while I work gives me a little happy. Smells like presents and good cheer around here.

*Halloween is a different story. I get pretty jazzed come pumpkin time.