Thursday, November 24, 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
- The Detroit Lions Rule!
- Happy Thanksgiving
- My Liberal Agenda
- Some Cool Stuff About Mrs. Wigglebottom
- Iraqis Agree On One Thing
- The Creepy Nice Guy
- Tub Troubles
- Catching Up Over Burritos
- What you can get me for Christmas
- What's the Problem with Liberal Men?
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.
9 Comments:
"You're the reason everyone hates the president" is something to be proud of.
I made the green bean casserole too. Happy Thanksgiving!
Why do you hate America, B?
You are only the reason everybody in Nashville hates the President.
Don't get too big for your britches just because middle aged divorced men show your blog attention.
Let me guess. Dad was terrified of salmonella?
Don't be knocking the middle aged divorced men. I'm hoping the recalcitrant brother will see that all the cool kids are getting divorced and finally rid our family of my crack whore sister-in-law.
Careful, Huck.
A guy got shot for that on Sally Jesse.
Ok, Sally Jesse is off the air. Is Springer still a going concern? They don't put these people on talk shows anymore. They give them their own reality shows.
Plus the guy who got shot by his "crush" was on Jenny Jones.
Shoot, Sarcastro, are you the king of talk shows or what?
Huck, you really should spend twenty minutes with my sister in law before offering to sleep with her. Because she's not pleasant. But, hey, if you want to take the trip over to North Carolina to see what jackass is letting her live in his car this week, I'm sure that might be amusing.
Apparently, sleeping with her would BE a vile.
Get it?
Yeah, like I've got room to talk with the way I type.
It WAS Jenny Jones. Fuck off, Sarcastro for correcting me.
Just because some of us were out dating during the talk show heyday.
OK, not me, but I've heard stories.
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