I'm so lonely, that's okay I shaved my head.

Eleven Things

1. Dave Grohl should play only drums. Always and Forever.
2. A sexy bass line turns me on.
3. Shower caps are awesome; I should have paid more attention to my Grandmother.
4. Pudding cake is the devil.
5. Heavy Mojo a week from Saturday, yes please.
6. ^^ For free. Uh-huh.
7. Already planning my Dan Akroyd: Two Wild and Crazy Guys Halloween costume. Boom!
8. I smell like Grapefruit, and I like it.
9. The pool changed my toe nail polish from pink to bronze. Odd.
10. I will not open the bottle of wine. I will not open the bottle of wine. (until at least Thursday)
11. Chicks that play guitar are hot.

You may now go back to your Tuesday.

Hot Fun in the Summer Time

First day of Summer. It's official.

I've already been loving the heat, the pool, the sunshine, all of it....except maybe the stupid humidity.

I've been getting up pretty early and moving in the mornings; I'm kinda loving it. A body in motion stays in motion and all that jazz. It's good for the body, but better than that it's great for my spirit. But I have learned one thing: I either need to do laundry more often or buy more socks.

This summer is also being dedicated to me seeing as much live music as possible. I'm on the hunt for anything hella-cheap or free so if you know anything, throw it my way. I've already had my first official sunburn, and got drenched by a summer storm. Had the "best burrito of my life"and went to a Braves game (and rocked my face off with the Avetts). Still on the list...a day at the lake, Screen on the Green, a weekend away....and who knows??

Anyway, here's to Summer and my official Summer jam....makes me happy, makes me smile, makes me soak it all in....

In my opinion,

there are only a handful of people that should be allowed to sing this song. I now know Damien Rice is one of them. Haunting. Beautiful. Eerily perfect.

Past Lives

I wish that I was good...
Nah, I wish that I was great.
I wish that I'd been early more often than late.
But nothing lasts forever,
maybe that's fate
When you're alive you're alright,
but when you're dead you're a saint.

Sometimes I forget about the chances we get in life to start over. They happen every day, thank God. I don't have to be the person you thought I was, or even the person I really was with you. I can be a different "me" right now if I wanted. And that's a glorious feeling. I think it has taken me a little while to get here, but I'm always a work in progress. And I'm OK with that. It's fun to evolve; it's also necessary. The big picture for me is that no one piece of my life (no matter how blissful it was) defines me...that no one interaction is who I am....that it's just a Past Life.

(also I'm more obsessed with Langhorne Slim by the minute, so please enjoy the music.)

Bright shiny thing...

Please meet my new obsession. Many worlds of thanks to The Avett Brothers for having him open your great show in Athens...Oh, and if you wanna see me I'll be watching this kid tear up the stage at the Earl later this month.

Always remember there is nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.

In life we should all be this lucky: To love and be loved for seventy some odd years, to bring up three children, and to have those children spread the love to seven grandchildren. This is what my Grandmother did with her life. If I were to ever wondered what love looked like, I never had to look too far....I could watch her face light up when one of her sweet great-grand babies came in the room. I could close my eyes and remember the countless hours she'd spend scratching my back with her perfectly manicured nails while I lay in her lap, or remember all the time my Grandfather would pull the picture of her out of his wallet. He'd only been holding on to it since she was 19 or so. ;)

I've always said that since God only gave me one Grandmother He knew she had to be awesome. And she was. There is nothing about her that doesn't make me smile and be eternally grateful for how blessed I was to have her. That sweet heart, that smart mouth, and those outfits that always matched head to toe. But the very best thing she gave me was my family. Hands down. My Daddy is definitely his Mother's son, and I love it...My cup runneth over.


The talk of the town last week was a picture of my Grandparents being baptized together in 1939ish. As a family, to have this picture is so special and so rare. For those of you unaware back in the day a lot of baptisms took place in a lake or river. The picture of them standing together in the lake has left this song on my heart. It has always haunted my soul, in a good way...now it just touches me even more.




PS I had to BEG them to let me take that picture. True Mama Nell fashion. :)

So stinkin' excited!

I love music.
I love live music.

That just about covers it. There are few things in life that get my insides going more than some cranked up, soul-wrenching, all balls out live music. And Friday night it is ON. I've been waiting on this for what seems like a lifetime. The Avett Brothers.....finally. And since I can't really express how ridiculously pumped I am, I'll leave you with some words:

"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. " --Bob Marley

And some tunes: