Tuesday, July 05, 2005
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
I'VE MOVED. COME CHECK OUT THE MOST RECENT STUFF HERE.
WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- One More New Blog
- I'm Sorry, I Know They're Corny, But I Love These ...
- "God Bless America" is for sissies
- My Dad Reads Something I've Written
- Honey, I'm Home!
- Just a Reminder
- The Selfish Feminist
- Methodist Moving Day
- Speaking of Breasts
THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
2 Comments:
I hope your dad gets through ok. It is quite important to make sure the surgeon is on top of things - you don't want a surgeon on the butt end of a 36 hour shift!
I hope his surgery isn't related to reading your blog for the first time!
Well, I figure that there are two worst case scenarios. In the more likely (but still not very likely at all) scenario, there's some big problem and they have to amputate his foot, in which case, he can get a peg leg and be the Pirate Pastor. He has already agreed that this sounds like fun.
Or he could die, which is about as likely as him getting hit by a car while out on his walk. It's not out of the realm of possibility, but it's so unlikely that worrying about it is a waste of time.
On the other hand, if he does have to get a peg leg (Do they even still have those? What if you really want one?), I need a good line on a parrot with a sense of humor.
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