Monday, October 17, 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
- Stupidity and Awe
- Some Things Throw Off Your Whole Day
- Whoring It Up, Old School
- Drinking with the Butcher
- Our Triumphant Return to the Park
- Further Scary Stories for Halloween
- Thankful Haiku
- Good Whatever Time It Is
- Is This Love in My Heart for Ann Coulter?
- Is "Lost" Lost?
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.
7 Comments:
The first goal of my post was to tell you that I think house trained llamas are equally as funny as tiny cat pants.
The second would be to say that this is my first visit to your site and it is good that you are adding additional goals to your life. I, too, set my daily goal to get out of bed. I think I might be ready for another as well.
House-trained llamas? That is pretty funny. Are there really such a thing? Are they like other pets, in that, are they going to want to share the bed?
I see you avoided my question: will the llama want to bed down with you?
Steak? Yum.
I wonder if you could get a grant to study the behavior of pets of people you sleep with versus pets of people you sleep with, when you're in their beds...
Come now, there must be one cute pet owning pet studying person in your vast collection of lovers. I don't think we have to go out and find you another one, just locate and exploit the skills of one you already have.
Unless you're looking for #58...
1) Llamas are extremely dignified and naturally house-trained, which is a good thing because they are generally stronger and more agile than two-legged creatures like us. There's a mama llama in Warren County who stands guard over some exceptionally stupid sheep with a couple of Great Pyrenees(es). I often see them standing a bit away from the sheep with their heads together, looking for all the world like three co-workers griping on coffee break. Their inherent dignity doesn't stop me from laughing like a loon at the phrase "house-trained llamas," though.
2) I have never said "that's hottt" in a mock-Paris- Hilton-voice -- and meant it -- until I clicked on that photo link. I scare myself.
~grandefille~
llamas are great pets. Don't know if they bed down with you but my son's teacher has a house trained (mostly) llama. So there is such a thing. She has Emu (sp?) too but says they are vile creatures. House trained llamas is so much more hilarious. When I win the 340 mil I plan to have a house trianed llama.
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