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Happy Birthday Sweet Pea!

Eric Heatherly @ The Stage on Broadway, Tuesday 5/22

If you visit here regularly, you may (or may not) have noticed something. I don't blog about t.v. shows. This is because I don't really watch t.v. that much. Yes, I have one, and yes, I have cable. And yes, I do, on occasion, decide to sit down and relax by voluntarily turning off my brain and turning on that blackhole box. But I don't have a show . I don't want a show. I want to explain why. This post is dedicated to those of you out there who have a show, have too many shows, or think you need a show. And you all know I know you know who you all are... Top Ten reasons why you do not need a show: 10. You are what you see. This could be bad if you are watching - well anything. Unless you are watching your own reality t.v. show, and then that would be, just, meta - and therefore redundant, and also a little bit egomaniacal . But I digress. 9. Studies show watching teevee produces less brain activity than sleeping. It also has an adverse affect on your ability to discern

I took my laptop to Panera yesterday afternoon to do some writing since they have free wifi and awesome food. As I was putting it and the AC adaptor in my carrying case I decided I should grab my iPod and headphones, and spent about a minute and a half untangling my earbuds. My cell phone was also in desparate need of charging, so I brought my charger as well. I wanted to bring my camera and transfer all my current pics to my laptop, but honestly did not feel like lugging it out the house also, not to mention, another plug-in cord. I got to looking at all my gadgets....all of these wireless gadgets of this wireless age. And what did I see? A bunch of wires. BTW, happy 100th post to me :)

I drive past this scene about a dozen times every week. Do you know where it is? Hint: it is owned by a founding member of the Grand Ol' Opry.

So it's official: I am a new aunt again. Yes. Apparently for the last 9 months my sister has been unknowingly carrying the next big thing to hit the Carden household. No. Seriously, you guys will believe anything. They got a PUPPY!!! This is awesome since it happens to be the next best thing to having one of my own. It's like training wheels for the soon-to-be-puppy-mother. Much like being an aunt to actual children, except I'm no soon-to-be-mother to any of those. I'm holding out until I get a house (possibly this year), or until I just can't take it anymore and I break down low enough to pay the exorbitant pet deposit plus adoption fees, shots, food, clothing , bedding, toys, pet insurance , etc...am I leaving anything out?? Motherhood is expensive. Aunthood is soooo much better! Now all she needs is a name. GMan wants to call her doggy. JBelle wants to call her Clara. David wants to call her Taffy. I want to call her Sweetmamalicksalot. Malia wants to never name

Cute? Yes. Amazing? Definitely. Legendary? Always. Before I begin oding to Patty Griffin, I'd like to share a story. Monday night I went to a friend's brand new house in Mt. Juliet that she won on a reality t.v. show so we could watch a personal screening of the show that will publicly air on Saturday May 5 (yes, really.) I told her, I'm going to see Patty Griffin at the Ryman tomorrow night! She said, "oh yeah!?, the one with the red hair?!" I said, "yes!" and immediately felt in my heart that this friend did not know who Patty Griffin was, but was instead, erringly referring to KATHY GRIFFIN! Oh yes. Yes she did. Errrrr..... On to a happier story. Patty was beautiful, and humble, and soulful, and girly. All the things I love about her, plus. She wore a light green sparkly cocktail dress with flaming red stilettos that mirrored her hair. She was a vision. She's also very tiny. Did you know that? Yes, very tiny. She pranced onto the stage like a chil