Give Me What I Want And No One Gets Hurt.

This Is The End...

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 00:32:47 GMT

M'kay, I've created a new blog. I've decided that I need
to have a blog that I can tell my mother about. (Since
she'd read it all the time and I crave the attention.)
Besides, I'm all about starting from scratch.
(I also have a new screen name, SunnilySadie.)

However, I'm too lazy to go through and get rid of all
these entries. So I created a new one:

http://fairlyaccurate.livejournal.com/

Kisses and love. Thanks for the memories.

Or whatever.

Aww... How Sweet

Fri, 21 Jul 2006 18:00:26 GMT

Okay, when I was still "Bitter With Baggage," I made a
MySpace profile. In one of the sections, they asked
for me to describe the kind of person I wanted to meet.
I wrote:

Ha ha ha... someone who...
- Likes international politics
- Watches the news
- Can take a joke
- Likes going on adventures to places like Walmart and Blockbuster
- Has a job/has potential of having a job
- Will sit around and talk about psychological theory
- Doesn't make me feel guilty about having a life
- Has a life of their own, but will invite me along
- Speaks another language, or at least wants to learn one
- Is willing to relinquish the remote but will drive
- Comes to my apartment from time to time
- Dresses up for no reason
- Likes the fact that I'm strong-willed, but doesn't hate it when I'm weak

*most importantly*
- Is not pursuing anyone else
- Doesn't quit

See, the "ha ha ha" intro was because I didn't think I'd ever meet
anyone like that and I was just describing someone impossible who
would never be interested in me.

But you know what? It's Ian to a T.

You're Not Conceited, You're Just Honest.

Fri, 21 Jul 2006 02:54:36 GMT

My life is a combination of being mind-numbingly
boring and jet-setting exciting. Sort of a hurry
up and stop kind of situation. Went to Williamsburg
for the 4th of July, Mississippi the next weekend,
and Washington D.C. the weekend after that. This
weekend, I'm going to Cincinnati.

Problem is that from Monday to Friday, I am either
working a filing-phones type job for a temp agency
or sitting at home working on personal development.
By watching Family Guy, the Simpsons, and Southpark.
And painting boxes. And reorganizing my apartment.
And yesterday, I made a turkey all by myself. It
didn't make us throw up or anything. Tomorrow,
mom and I are going antiquing. That'll be...

SUMMER VACATION SUCKS.

So let's talk about what's on TV.

Don't you just love the snide mud-slinging commercials
for the Republican primary in Tennessee?
"If we can't trust Bob Corker on abortion, how can we
trust him on anything?"

Jesus. If I were a candidate I would just straight
up come out:
"Joe Blow is a crack-addicted puppy-murdering
slut, in my opinion. I mean, there is no evidence for
this, but I mean, can you trust the word of a child-
molester?"

So, I'm watching ABC Primetime "Love and Revenge."
This one's about a husband who cheated on his wife
and then tried to kill her.
"Harold even put poison on the condom before sex."
Harold: "I know it was terrible, honey. I'm really really
sorry about it."
...Aww...he sounds really sincere. I mean, if everyone
divorced their husband when he slipped rat poison in
her food once a month or so, no one would be married.

Ian just promised me he wouldn't poison me if he
fell in love with another woman. How sweet.
He'd just divorce me, I guess. Still, one less
thing to worry about, right?

HA HA... here's a guy who has stayed for jail in
for eleven years when he didn't have to because
he refuses to tell his ex-wife where he stashed
the money she has a theoretical claim to.

Snaps to you. That'll show her.

Of course, Ian wants to hide money from me, too.
But it's not because he wants to divorce me. It's
because he doesn't trust me. Hmm...is that a
good sign or a bad sign?

Okay, if you still need something to entertain you,
CLICK HERE
and read my summer columns. They are actually much
more like my livejournal than political stuff. HOWEVER,
don't tell my parents I'm writing this summer. Why,
you might ask?

Because I am tangled up in the extremely pointless lie
that I am not writing this summer. See, at first, I
didn't want to tell my parents that I was still writing
because these columns are much more risque and I didn't
want them forwarded to everyone mom knows. But it is an
extremely stupid thing to lie about because any day
now, some one is going to mention reading my column
to them. Then, my parents will get understandably pissed off
at me for no damned good reason at all. I mean, I do talk about
sex and say things like 'boob' and 'shacking up,' but it wouldn't
make them cry or anything. And it is being freaking
published, so it's kind of hard to lie about. I'm so
dumb, but now I'm stuck.

Which only reinforces my theory that I am not smart
enough to lie.

I LOVE THE COMMERICAL FOR T-MOBILE WITH THE CHEERLEADER
TALKING ON HER CELL PHONE. Ian and I are watching it
on repeat. CLICK HERE TO WATCH IT!!

"What? You got your head stuck in a sunroof? That's so not good."

If I have a daughter like that and I post her conversations
online to mock her, would that hurt her self-esteem? Like,
in a serious way?

Okay, I guess that's enough for now. I'm going to go to
bed. Or watch Family Guy. Whichever happens first.

Here's a closing thought:
"I'm going to take out the trash. I guess I should
put on pants."
--Ian

Bridezilla Rrrrrrrrgh!!

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 20:21:36 GMT

Here are my online finds as of late...

Oh, btw...

I'm getting married on August 4, 2007.

The wedding will be held here.

The reception will (most likely) be held here.

Light blue and white theme. Classy and Southern.

If you want an invite, email me your mailing address.

We'll be honeymooning in Estes Park, Colorado in the
Rocky Mountains.

Bridesmaid Dresses?

Fri, 09 Jun 2006 17:55:32 GMT

What do we think of this:

or this:

with this:

for bridesmaid dresses?
They will all be the same color light blue, despite the pictures.

And either this:

or this:

with this:

for a wedding gown?
For the record, neither I nor my bridesmaids will be baring
our shoulders in church.

Slow Ride... (ba-da-da-dum)...Take It Easy

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 03:26:45 GMT

Well... the summer started out eventful. Middle
part seems to be lacking in a certain je ne sais
quoi... oh, right. I don't have a job or anything
to do all day long. So I unpack boxes, which is
fun, run errands and... well, I cook.

You wouldn't recognize me. Last night, I was walking
across the courtyard to Ian's apartment and I saw
one of my neighbors. I asked him if he wanted a
Rice Krispie square that I was bringing over to my
fiancee's. He says, "That's just so precious."

Woah.

The day before that, I caught myself rushing to get
in the shower at 4:00 so that I would get done in time
to start fixing dinner for Ian at 5:30. Again,

Woah.

I didn't just turn into my mother, I turned into
Marge Simpson. And here I thought my life would be more
like this...

Who knew. He'd better appreciate it...

...I think he does.

Moving Sucks.

Thu, 01 Jun 2006 04:08:07 GMT

Dear Everyone,
Moving sucks. Try to avoid it if at all possible. If you
must, move somewhere on the ground level with lots
of air conditioning with about ten people helping.
Not to the fourth floor in the summer heat with five
or six. Buy light furniture. Throw things away.
Pay someone else to do it for you. Bring water.
Take lots of breaks. Spread it out over a few days.

Learn from my mistakes.

Love,
A Wiser and Sorer Sarah

P.S. My personal heros for the week: Ian, Elizabeth,
Will, Andrew and my parents. Nuts and bolts to
everyone else. :)

My Money Makes My Purse Too Heavy (and other complaints)

Thu, 25 May 2006 23:23:23 GMT

This is a venting entry, but I feel guilty about writing it. My life is
beyond great. In the words of Arthur, "Don't you wish you were me?
I know I do." So let me preface this whining with an acknowledgement
that I have no right to whine.

I'm in the midst of doing a number of things. One of them is moving.
I talked to the landlord of Ian's apt complex a few months ago, and he
said that he would have a 1-bedroom ready for me by May 31st. Well...
found out today there was a little change of plan. The guy in the
1 bedroom decided to stay until the end of July, so it won't be ready
until mid-August. So, instead of moving into my real apt in a few
days, I'm going to move into a fake apartment. You guessed it--a studio.
Or a loft. Or whatever you call one really freaking small room with
a kitchen and a bath. AND it's on the fourth floor. AND there is no
elevator. AND it won't hold all my furniture. AND there's no closet space.
AND it doesn't have air conditioning. AND I don't have anyone to help
me move into it. AND once I lug all my shit up there, I'll have to move
it back down the stairs across the way up another few flights of stairs
into another apartment. Until then, I'm going to move it all to my parent's
basement.

GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE.

Anyone willing to help me move?

Hmm... other than that, am still waiting to hear back from the law firm,
but it's looking good thanks to my sweetie-pie. Wedding is in limbo. Law
school is in limbo. Going to Cincinnati this weekend with the darling
and it will be damned good to get out of this business for a while.
Just a week back from my vacation and I need a vaction. Good week. Good
week. Stay strong.

Dum Da Da-Dum!!

Sun, 14 May 2006 02:46:14 GMT

I am engaged!!

We got down to Seaside and Ian and I went to watch the
sunset in a nearly deserted pavillion. He gave me a
hug and then I pulled back and said, "Hey, I have a
question. Can we build a sandcastle tomorrow?" He
replied, "Yes. And I have a question. Will you marry
me?" I sputtered about for a few second and then said
yes and started squealing and crying and giggling and
hugging. It's three hours later and I haven't stopped
smilling since!!

Gasoline & Matches

Thu, 11 May 2006 16:54:55 GMT

So I graduate tomorrow. Only took me 5 years. This is a big
step in my life. This is one of those watershed moments--I will refer
to the events that take place tomorrow for the rest of my life. I will
become a respectable member of adult educated society. So, how does
such a monumental event effect the individual about to embark on this
journey?

Mmm... kinda hungry. My neck is also pretty sore from shopping so much
yesterday. Hmm... not really getting any strong emotional response.
I don't think I get it.

Yeah, so my last final was on Friday. That paper was by far the biggest
piece of shit I've ever written. Five page paper double-spaced... the
title and my name and the date et al took up 1/2 a page...all of the
sentences were related to the subject of the essay. They didn't
proceed in any order, but I didn't birdwalk into talking about my favorite
gum brand or anything. Still, I was tempted to throw on a post-it
apologizing for making him read it. But I figured it would be kind of obvious.

So, since Friday, I've been packing to move at the end of the month.
(Am moving to the Fort in Ian's building.) My moving philosophy is
summarized by this entry's title: gasoline & matches. For instance,
yesterday I bought new dishes just so I could give my current dishes
to Maria so I don't have to pack them. Problem solved.

I'm also applying to work at Ann Taylor Loft in Turkey Creek because I'd
get a 40% retail/25% sale discount! I mean, I've worked retail before
and it wasn't so very bad, and I could walk away with a wicked professional
wardrobe.

Naturally, since I have a lot of stuff to do, I've been slacking off.
Yesterday, I got my hair cut at Salon Visage and, you know, you can't pack
when your hair looks pretty!! So Elizabeth and I shopped, gossiped, and
straight-up Sex-and-the-City'd away the afternoon. (Well, except for the sex
and the city parts.) Who thought Hobby Lobby and Big Lots were such
fascinating places? I've also decided to take up drawing, in a completely
desperate stab at not packing. I'll post some of my pretty flowers later.

On Sat, I'm off to Florida with Ian, my sis Becca and her boyfriend Andrew.
It's going to be a complete blast except for one teensy problem illustrated
by the following cartoon:

Unfortunately, an irresponsible European sold me a bikini. Yikes. Becca,
Andrew, I don't know if a free place to stay is worth it. Poor things.

Alright, I have only one more thing left to ask...
ARE YOU ALL FREAKIN' HAPPY?!?!
Two people who shall remain nameless...

...have totally peer pressured me into blogging. And their tactics were
timeless, classic, effective, and completely annoying: nagging. I feel like
mom's telling me to take out the garbage or something. Good thing that these
anonymous nags aren't into heroin or else I'd be putting foundation over
tracks.

Here's the compromise, gals, if you are really so desperate to be entertained,
then get on the comment section here and figure out what I should talk about.
Upon what do you want me to pontificate? My opinions on fashion? Teenagers?
Whatchu want? Lemme know.

ROFL... I changed my locaton tag to "word of the day," but you can still click
on it and search on google maps. And there are 687 map hits for 'poop shoot.'
Now, how do you beat that?

Proud Part of the Patriarchal Conspiracy

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 03:20:07 GMT

I'm entering an era of imperial overstretch. I've barely gotten
any sleep in the past weekend; I've been working nonstop; and
I'm getting to the end and I am almost completely burnt out.
I'm sitting here and asking myself, "Well, surely if it's just
a few pages short he won't give me a D, so I'll still be
able to graduate...hmm..."

I'm not going to talk about it any more, of course, because if
I wanted to talk about my paper, I'd write it.

Four out of seventeen pages. 11 PM. ADD and fatigue.
Sweeeeeet.

I Adversely Possessed Your Boyfriend Last Night...

Tue, 18 Apr 2006 03:38:02 GMT

I got into UT Law!!

I was on the waiting list because I turned my application in
relatively late. The seat deposit/confirmation forms were
due from the accepted folk yesterday. Then, at 12.30p today,
the admissions folk called and offered me a spot!! I'm so
excited!!

The alternative would have cost me $6,000 more per year at
a University ranked half what UT is. And MOST IMPORTANTLY,
I get to stay here with my baby!! It's too cool.

Of course, it's kind of hard to get too excited about anything
in the end of school crunch. So many papers to write...
so little...well... time, ideas, and motivation. I mean, hell,
I'm already in a school--why work my tail off for an A when a
B will do just fine?

I guess it's the principle of the thing or some such business.

So, I'm going to quit thinking about my papers and go to sleep
and dream about going to the beach after graduation...

When The Cat's Away, The Mice Will...

Sun, 16 Apr 2006 02:35:01 GMT

When the cat's away, the mice will... lounge around on the couch
with a sinus headache and complain about how much work she's
going to have to do when she begins to panic.

Yup, Ian's out of town for Easter, which means no one's around to
gently and lovingly tell me to get my lazy ass a-writing.

So, let's see... what am I doing... Well, my biggest job right
now is waiting. That's why they call it a waiting list, I suppose.
Maybe I should have turned my law school applications in earlier.
That might have been helpful. I am accepting a seat at Ole Miss,
but I'm 90% sure that I'll get into UT Law in the next few weeks.

I could have gone to FSU or Memphis, but various aspects made it
unappealing. FSU is full of assholes [by reputation and by everyone
I've ever known that went there] and Memphis is pretty lowly ranked.
So, there we have it.

And in the next month, I have to write three 20-ish page papers,
find a summer job, move, audition for the summer TVP show, graduate,
and help Ian live through his finals.

We're going to need a lot of Indian food from Sitar to last through
this one.

I just hope Ian gets back soon tomorrow so he can make me study.

It's A Lovely Day Today

Sun, 02 Apr 2006 03:49:29 GMT

I'd Be So Happy To Be Doing It With You.

Today was so wonderful. Ian and I went shopping with Mom
and spent the whole day tooling around. I bought three
pairs of flipflops, pajama pants, a jean jacket and misc.
I absolutely love our Saturday night Kmart dates. There's
something terrifically cool about wearing sunglasses with
tags on them as you wiggle to the muzak.

I cannot ever remember being so happy.

I smile every time he walks in the room.

Okay, resist the gag reflex. If you don't want to see me
and Ian being happy, then -- whatever you do -- don't click
on the picture below and look at the pictures of our
spring break in Williamsburg.

Sure, I Wasn't There -- I Swear I Have An Alibi.

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 04:06:44 GMT

You know, the sooner I realize that it's time to give
up, the better off I'll be. I'm just killing time until
I graduate; I need to stay out of places where I don't
belong.

You Have to Chase Them, Hit Them, and Run Like Hell -- Julie

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 16:18:08 GMT

Now I remember why I quit drinking. Because it's pain. Achy,
nauseated, messy pain. And right now I'm trying to get up the energy
to do my laundry, so I can pack for Ian's and my adventure to
WILLIAMSBURG!! C'mon, Sarah, get your shit together.

Okay, well, in the meantime, here are pictures from last night.
Ended up being Adam, Josh, Becca, Lori, Ian and me. But these
are the only pictures where I look presentable.

St. Patty's Day... party? get together? whatever.

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 02:40:30 GMT

So, today is the day that we celebrate a Catholic saint by
getting completely plastered.

If I'm ever sainted, celebrate my holiday by arresting
drunk drivers, too.

The 'good' Pevey sister, Rebecca, is on her way. She'll probably
hold back my hair as I throw up and then hold it against me for
the next 30 years, but hopefully I'll deny her the satisfaction.

My friends don't judge me. And fuck them if they do, I'll cut them off.

Mon, 13 Mar 2006 00:24:58 GMT

-- Meadow Soprano

I love the Sopranos...
"I wipe my ass with your feelings."
--Tony Soprano

Tracee: What should I do? He acts like he doesn't give a shit.
Tony Soprano: You ever think he's not acting?

And the line that made me laugh for days...
Tony Soprano: You're looking good. Looking better.
Uncle Junior: Tony, if you're gonna lie to me, tell me there's a broad in the car waiting to tongue my balls.
Tony Soprano: Hey, You want that, it's a phone call away.

Not the point. So, now that Christine reads my blog, I have a
reason to update and entertain her at Whirlpool. Poor thing.

So, let's see... what did I do this weekend? I went to
Adam Shelton's voice recital with TVP folk and the fam.
He owned it, of course. And his mom made Godiva,
so double trouble.

Ian's parents came into town and we went to look at condos
in Strawberry Plains... he's thinking about getting one
once we figure out whether I'll be in Knoxville for school or
not. If he's here for more than a few years, it's better
to be investing in something you own than through rent down
the tube.

We're waiting to hear back from law schools still. So that's
about as much fun as a kidney infection.

Umm... let's see... I have to get through this week's work
and then Ian and I are off to Williamsburg for spring break.
See, while other college kids are getting alcohol poisoning,
the runs and STDs on foreign islands south of the border next
week, Ian and I are going to be back in colonial Virginia.
A week on Ian's mothership... tricorn and all...

All things considered, I'd rather geek out than have to call
my parents for bail money from a dirty Mexican prison. Frankly,
I've never understood the allure of going to the Cancun-esque
resorts twenty minutes away from squalor, nastiness, and
corrupt cops who hate tourists. Maybe it's just me, but I'll
still never get it.

Eric Cartman: Oh my God, it smells like ass out here.
Miss Stevens: All right, that does it. Eric Cartman,
you respect other cultures this instant.
Eric Cartman: I wasn't saying anything about their
culture, I was just saying their city smells like ass.
Miss Stevens: You may think that making fun of third-world
countries is funny but let me...
Eric Cartman: I don't think it's funny. This place is
overcrowded, smelly and poor. That's not funny, that sucks.

See... this is why I quit blogging. None of that is interesting.
But what do you care, Christine? If you weren't reading that,
you'd just be playing another game of Tetris or Freecell, so
as long as I'm more interesting than that, I'm golden.

So, here's the plan: I'm going to put up my favorite picture
from the show, which I won't even bother explaining. Then, I'm
going to make Ian watch Charmed instead of baseball. [Because,
please, I have standards.] Then, I'm going to SMACK HIS HAND
FOR STEALING MY GIRL SCOUT COOKIES. Then I'm going to eat an
orange.

Because that's what I'm going to do.

Stop wasting Mr. Hat's time with pansy, little fu-fu problems. And give me back my cocoa!

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 01:14:11 GMT

So I have the worst senioritis ever. To the point
where I'm thinking about writing my column about senioritis
because it's all I think about. I spend more time making
to-do lists than actually accomplishing anything. Sometimes,
that's my biggest achievement of the day. I just can't make
myself care.

There are two problems... first, I seem to study on whims.
I love international law, American political theory and
leadership studies, but there's no way to predict whether
I'll be interested in it when it's due. Sometimes I write
the paper a week in advance, sometimes I start it 3 hours
before it's due. No telling.

Hmm... what else? Oh, the never ending stress from my
column. This last column was written at 1a on Sunday night.
I thought it was going to be a belly flop, but I've gotten
a few props. Haven't had the courge to read it myself,
yet. I'm nursing some good ideas right now, though, so
we'll see if they grow into anything worthwhile.

I am soooooo willing to listen to ideas. After this, I'm
going to go to my political blog and
listing some column ideas and little blurbs and maybe links
about the ideas. Check it out. See what you think. Feed
back to me.

In the meantime...

Maybe I should go do something productive. Ha ha, just kidding
I'm going to look up funny quotes.

Link to Today's Column

Ode to an All-Nighter

Tue, 28 Feb 2006 11:43:20 GMT

I've been neglecting you, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to miss
Valentine's Day. Baby, baby, will you forgive me? Here are the
Valentine's pictures I was going to put up to make you laugh.

So, let's see. I was recently a super-diva starlet in a TVP
production of the songs of Irving Berlin. Here's a picture where
I look both musical and not... well, a fat chick who still gets
Valentines.

Let's see... what else? Oh, right. The reason that I'm blogging
at 5am. See... a few weeks ago, I got what we like to call
the big orange screw... given the run around and then told a month
into the semester that I couldn't take the class.

Oh, I was in a real good mood that day.

So, I go to beg one of my old professors to pretty please let me in
his class. He was nice enough to do so, but I'm left with the
itsy-bitsy teensy-weensy problem that the midterm and five quizzes
had already gone down. So, now, I'm shoving a month of class into
one night.

Needless to say, I needed a little break.

Now for a few amusing pics and then I'm back to work...

Ohhh... I'm so grumpy that I think it might...yup, I think
it's time to unveil one of my favorite images of all time...

"I don't want to be friends with a midget. Midgets piss me off."

Sun, 05 Feb 2006 18:07:16 GMT

So, I've been *trying* to die for the past few days but
Ian won't let me. My chest wants to explode and I haven't stood
up for longer than ten minutes since Thursday. I'm trying to
melodramatically wallow on the brink of death, but Ian keeps on
being cute and buying me pizza and ice cream. What a jerk.

At least I don't have to pretend to care about the Superbowl.

So, since I don't feel good, here's some inappropriate humor,
starting with Southpark quotes...

Cartman: If some girl tried to kick my ass, I'd be like, "Hey. Why don't you stop... dressing me up like a mailman... a-and making me dance for you... while you go and... smoke crack in your bedroom... and have sex with... some guy... I don't even know. On my dad's bed."
[Long pause]
Stan: Cartman, what the hell are you talking about?
Cartman: I'm just saying you're just a little wuss, that's all.

Gerald Brofloski: You see, Kyle, we live in a liberal-democratic society, and democrats make sexual harassment laws, these laws tell us what we can and can't say in the work place, and what we can and can't do in the work place.
Kyle Broflovski: Isn't that fascism?
Gerald Brofloski: No, because we don't call it fascism.

Goth Kid: You just don't know what real pain is.
Kyle: Oh, like you know what pain is! Go try living in a Third-World country, you little pussy!
Goth Kid: I'm not gonna live in a Third-World country with all the conformists.

"I'm Happy In A Bitter Sort Of Way" -- Dude in a class

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 09:33:23 GMT

So, I'm a day or two away from finishing my applications.
What a stupid load of wasted time this has been. I don't even
want to think about how many times I revised the same 1000 words.
Makes me ill.

Of course, it's completely necessary. I have to go to grad school.
There's no other option. Otherwise, I'll end up in middle
management or worse...

Let's see... I'm in rehearsals for my little musical review.
Last two weekends of Feburary. Songs of Irving Berlin.
Good times. Have rehearsals for that every night.

And I've just started doing the AKPsi education stuff at the
University of Tennessee, Chattanooga. So that's 3 hours in the
car every Tuesday. It should be fun, though. Just as long as
drama doesn't ensue.

And I'm still doing my editorial column. Every Tuesday.
You can check them out if you want.

And I'm taking two graduate courses--American Political Thought
and International Law.

*ahem*

You know the saying, "My eyes were bigger than my stomach?"

Same sentiment.

Well, until all my plans are crushed underfoot, I'll just
try to stay my perky and upbeat self.

Sunshine, they call me.

Based On A True Story.

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 21:53:51 GMT

So, I only have classes on Tuesday/Thursday. You know what that means?
I'm freakin' bored. I *should* be finishing up my applications,
but I'm not only bored, I'm also lazy.

So, Star Trek instead.

To entertain you, here are New Years Pictures.

On the beach. Pretty.

"She's Trying To Be Paris Hilton, But She Looks Like Paris Econolodge." -- Ian

Sun, 01 Jan 2006 02:37:26 GMT

Just another day in paradise. Babies, puppies, sunshine and
Ann Taylor Factory Stores. Here are some of the promised
pictures.

Dixie, Me and Hal.

Ian, Me and Hal.

Me in Seaside.
[Next to the honeymoon cottages where Ian used
to sneak and spy in the windows. You know, like,
when he was 20.]

Becca, Bonnie, me and John at Christmas. Awww...

I have GQ beach pictures coming soon. If you want to
know where I am, watch "The Truman Show." That town
exists. Who knew? And Ian's parents live there
sometimes. So there you go.

Holy cow, so we were just watching "I Love the 80's"
and Mrs. Hennessey said, "Abe Lincoln looks like
Hal." And I looked it up. And he was.

I met Abe Lincoln. How many people can say that
these days?

Lit Up Like A Christmas Tree

Tue, 27 Dec 2005 05:15:11 GMT

The odyssey continues. Well, you guys may not know it began.

Pictures will come later.

First, went to Ian's best friend's wedding in N. Ohio. Loads of fun.
Pretty dresses. Lots of snow. Like, five inches just hanging around
on the ground.

Oh, well. After that, I went to a Christmas party with Hal Holbrook
and Dixie Carter. For those of you who are ig'nant and living under
a rock, here are pictures and links that prove that they're important.

And here's a picture of them together.

So, Dixie has been on Law & Order SVU and Reading Rainbow.
Hal has been on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson and
Disneyland: The Wacky Zoo of Morgan City.

Oh, yeah, and Dixie as Julia in Designing Women and
Hal as Mark Twain in his one man show. But how can you beat
Reading Rainbow and Disneyland??

Two hour conversation about politics and now Dixie wants me to be
a senator. I was in heaven.

So then I went to my grandmother's house with my fam and Ian.
We had a super Christmas and now [day after] I've driven down
to paradise [aka Florida] to spend New Year's with Ian and his
parents.

Here's the webpage.

Pictures of me in these places with these people will come when
I find a cord... my kingdom for a cord...