i was going to post about this weekend but when i pulled up wordpress to check my comments i found this sweet little blurb:

Emo fucking sux. Go cut yourself.

Don’t you have anyone to hug you?

this was posted to a blog i did back in august of last year. i giggled for a good five minutes after reading it. i have been called “emo” on a couple of different occassions, though more times than not i am making fun of my musical and fashion choices as they might be construed as “emo”. or atleast the technical definition of such. the thing about it is is that i dress to amuse myself. take the tshirts i wear for instance. the majority of them are bands i obsess about, friends’ movie promo shirts, or stuff i have ordered off of bustedtees.com or defunker.com. i have no idea if that is considered emo, but damn are they comfy. so if wearing the clothes i wear and listening to the music i listen to makes me “emo” then yay. however, i do not cry in my pillow everyday or cut myself. that is so 1997.

because i have nothing to entertain you with except my old, crusty photos:

this is adam of the birmingham based band vesper. they rock. you should see them. and, he has fantastic hair.

downtown birmingham fire escape. i just adore the symmetry.

taken in nashville at robert’s western world. who in the hell brings a baby to a bar?

also taken in nashville at robert’s western world. alright already! yes, we spent a lot of time there.

turner bugged out.

i am a lurker. that is, i visit many websites during the course of the day and most of them i do not comment on. this is annoying and quite hypocritical as i expect people to leave comments on the random, inane shit i post. i have come to the conclusion that the reason i lurk are a.) i think what you wrote was crap, b.) i have no idea what you are talking about c.) you bore me to tears and gracing you with my commenting presence would be an abomination. really, “c” is a very rare case and if you really do bore me to tears then i stop reading your blog.

another very annoying habit i have is reading blogs to get writing ideas for my own blog. in college i think this would be called “plagiarism”. i don’t really steal other’s ideas, i simply read their post and pull things out that interest me. it’s like a displaced stream of consciousness.

there. i feel cleaner now.

oh, and i poked a badger with a spoon.

did i ever tell you guys i almost moved to nashville? yeah, i was about six weeks from moving when i met kev. when i met him i told him that i wouldn’t be in town long, that my life was starting over 300 miles from everything i knew, so he told me that we would take it one day at a time. a year later we were married but i still get nostalgic every time i visit the glorious nashvegas.

friday afternoon kev and i loaded up the trusty 4runner, who i lovingly call “debbie” or sometimes “gawd, debbie, why can’t you run over these assholes with your awesome 2 wheel drive?”, and hit I-65 towards nashville. while on the road we stopped at a mcdonald’s in priceville, alabama that was so infested with flies i thought i might vomit. but i digress. we arrived in nashville safe and sound and met turner at our hotel. i failed to take pictures of it because everytime i even thought of it there was a wedding going on in the lobby. believe me, it was difficult to restrain myself from leaning over the balcony and yelling “girl, don’t do it! run! run like the wind!”

once we were all showered and ready to go, my sweet and awesome friend toad met us and we walked to the beer sellar. once there we drank a pitcher each and proceeded to make fun of people. come on people! you can’t expect me to change just because i’m in another city. turner was in rare form and trying her damnedest to get beaten up.

we left the beer sellar and went to robert’s western world which apparently is the home of BR-549. there was an awesome bluegrass band playing and the place was packed. all types of people were there too. country lovers, punk rock kids, hippies, geriatric folks, you name it.

the next day britt, turner’s awesomely gay friend, met us and the four of us went to eat at Big River Brewery. an entire table of guys sat about ten feet away from us and were being annoyingly loud and well, manly. they were continously toasting and hoo-rahing. at that point i discovered mojitos on the menu. oh good god, thank you for there was about to be a ketchup bottle thrown in their direction.

we left Big River and walked around nashville for a while stopping at hatch show print, robert’s western world (again), and dixieland delights, which serves ice cream cones larger than andre the giant’s fist. at dixieland they have a musician who sits at the front of the store singing crappy country songs. the songs weren’t crappy but his singing sure was. no wonder he is playing an ice cream parlour in Music City.

heading out for nashvegas this evening and i couldn’t be happier. there i will see toad, some antique motorcycles, a plethora of alcohol, and some cool furniture. turner is going too and she is convinced that at some point i will eat a hot dog sandwich from an indian guy (dot not feather). i will have george, my trusty nikon D50 with me and will take many shots.

if you plan on staying in the ham and are anywhere in the downtown area please, please, for the love of god and all that is holy go visit GEORGE! at speakeasy. his bar is absotively, positlutely, smack your granny awesome. and it totally does not smell like the plaza does.

for the past two days i have come to the computer, logged into wordpress, amd have stared blankly at the screen just hoping that something interesting would come to mind to blog about. i am unaffected and uninspired as of late so i will just list random events that have happened recently:

• went to george’s new bar speakeasy friday night. it was absolutely wonderful there and i cannot wait to go back.
• i missed my 10 year high school reunion because i am a lazy sack of crap and fell asleep on my couch.
• made plans with turner to go to nashville this weekend where i will see my punk rock friend toad.
• finished off a bottle of chardonnay with d-rock on sunday. woke up monday wishing i hadn’t.
• missed my mom something fierce.
• cursed my mom for being in ireland and not convincing me to quit my job so that i could go too.
• looked up world of warcraft on wikipedia as a desk reference to sarahetc.’s blog post.
• told turner that there was no way that she had a tumor in her spine because my dogs would have smelled it and licked her face until she was better.
• made fun of my cat, brock, who loves to sleep on my cross-training treadmill which makes him look like the fat bastard just gave up.
• told wes frazer that i had a dream about him. yeah, never tell a guy that because you listen to him ask “what was it about” with some goofy ass grin on his face for five minutes.
• ate at waffle house friday night.
• woke up on saturday morning and wish i hadn’t.
• downloaded a game off the internet called Zoo Vet where you have to treat all sorts of animals.
• thought seriously about giving the flamingo with a bad foot an enema and calling it a day.

the earth’s crust has yet to break open and spit forth the antichrist but we’ve still got time on our hands. in holy celebration of 06/06/06, i bring you my favorite band on the planet:

featuring the super lucious kim deal and the wonderfully man-breasted charles thompson who screamed his way into my heart in 1990.

so there. i’ll be sitting at home tonight drinking a beer and waiting for the sky to fall.

it seems that i could be minding my own business and still get into trouble. granted, i have been known to be volatile and start confrontations in public but if i am sitting on my couch watching television i would expect that there would not be a whole lot of nonsense to get in to. other people’s drama tends to leak into my life and frankly, i’m just sick of it. don’t you guys have something (or someone) better to do than to involve me into your shit? being as public as i am about my life (hence, this website) i don’t have a whole lot of room to stretch truths. i’m very open and honest, but with that comes a respsonsibility to not piss off people that i did or do respect.

this weekend, kev received a phone call from his best friend. she told him that someone had told her that i was going around saying things about her. first of all, i maybe know a tiny handful of people that speak to her on a regular basis. these people, or actually person, i barely talk to except in social situations. second of all, i have no reason to talk about kev’s friend. she and i aren’t the closest of people, but i still respect her because she and kev are very close. because of what she and i have been through she knows full well that i would not say anything bad about her.

i’m tired of my name getting dragged into the mud. if you have something to say to me then do it. children, we aren’t in high school anymore. let’s all be big boys and girls. to the person that apparently has nothing better to do than to run off at the mouth about me, i’d be careful what you say. everything comes back around and i just hope, for your sake that i never find out who you are. revenge is a dish best served with a large black eye and a kick in the face.

this has been the longest short week in history. on monday i was all “yay! only four work days!” and now it is friday and i’m all “good baby jesus! did i step into a time warp where weekends aren’t invented yet?”. so yeah, long week, work has been crap, and all i want to do is drown myself in loud music and beer. and i want to tell you all about everything that has sucked ass this week, but because i am afraid of losing my job, friends, and possibly my life i will give you the pasterurized, condensed version:

• bomb threats=more work for me:i am frustrated at my job, i am underappreciated, and underpayed. everything i do at my job could be done better. why you ask? its not because i suck at my job but because my boss is a micromanager and nothing i do is good enough. a friend of mine offered to call in a bomb threat but because of the kind of work i do that will just create a ass load of more work for me.
• what was i saying? i am so fucking hungry right now, i forgot:kev and i started a diet this week which has left me hungry and running for the bathroom every thirty minutes. basically the diet has us eating better but requires the maximum eight glasses of water every day. and water is evil! water is tasteless (we cannot count the flavored waters because it contains calories and sugar) and it actually makes me hungrier than i am. oh, hang on, i’ve gotta go pee again.
• a day without a mexican:my laundry pile has grown so much in the past week that i am afraid it might start multiplying and get in cahoots with the dust bunnies under the couch to take over our house. i have been tempted on several occassions to jump into the dirty pile of clothes ‘a la fall leaves. but my luck would be a hardened dog turd at the bottom.

so tonight i will be slumped over the bar at the nick wishing for death or more whiskey.

because it is so hot outside i bring you the following two pictures:

this was the first snow at our house in february. it lasted all of seven minutes.