the more you know...

I decided on a whim, after ending up on someone's blogger blog, that I would click "next blog" which is located on the top left of this screen.
This went on for about 10 minutes. In all that time, and in all those blogs, only 2 were not about babies...or children...or birthing.

No offense, but seriously, what the hell????
Is that why blogs were created?
And like I said, no offense to people who want to share their family stories, but holy hell, I had no idea there were so many blogs dedicated to babies.

And although I don't have a problem with it, there is one thing I do take issue with...and again, if you're one of these people (not that anyone reads this blog) then I apologize in advance...I take issue with people who feel the need to post their sonograms on line.

We get it. You're with child. You think it's beautiful.
To those of us who don't know you...it's not.
It's freaky.
And it's disturbing.
And should be probably only be viewed by your immediate family and not random strangers on-line.

I'm just sayin'.

Thank you for reading this public service announcement.
Please return to your regularly scheduled blog.

i'm obsessed

With this song.
It's amazing.
I'm in love.
The end.

i must

post here. i feel so much freer (is that even how you spell it?) posting here than i do over at you are what you eat...i've put entirely too much pressure on myself and i feel like being well, free.

so here i am being just that.
i know no one is actually reading this, but that's okay. mary ellen, when was the last time you stopped by? hello? is this thing on?

see here, i don't have to worry about the "stats". i mean who the hell cares anyway? isn't blogging supposed to be fun? then again, i would love to make oodles and oodles of money at blogging. by the way, the cash equivalent to oodles and oodles is millions in case you were wondering. but, that's probably the wrong reason to blog isn't it? yeah, don't answer that. i already know the answer. so i guess when i'm in a bloggin' rut, i'll come back to my safe place and blog away...saying absolutely nothing at all. thus the reason i love 377southpopestreet. oh athens...what? sorry, sidetracked.

never mind.
going to have a nice glass of wine.
god knows after this week i need it.
thank you grapes for turning into the nectar of the gods.

have you heard this woman?

Because if you haven't, well, you need to.




and this one you may recognize. it's in the ads to "He's Just Not That Into You".



Okay, do you love her yet? I'm obsessed...thanks to Lindsey. Oh yeah, and this woman is gorgeous. And one last thing, she lives in Nashville. I'm betting money she plays a lot of shows there. I'm thinking you need to see her live.

Ok.. how I found this is too random and strange to explain. Basically I was googling a phrase and this blog popped up. So I clicked on it only to find that this guy is a blog soul mate of ours. Granted he lives in the Minnesota with his partner. But he definitely shares our sense of humor. And I love his new lake house! I know it seems I am a blog stalker, but this is the kind of website that I think I'll check ever now and then to see how Michael from Minnesota is doing. Defiinitley check out the link to the SNL commercial for "Homocil" -- hilarious. And you'll love his pup pics. ;)

Check it out:
http://iammichaelg.blogspot.com/

southland in the springtime...

Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning
Light the bayou with our tail lights in the night
800 miles to el paso from the state line
And we never have the money for the flight
I'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel
Played our hearts out all night long in New Orleans
I'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black
When the first breath of Texas comes in clean
And there's something 'bout the Southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the Southland in the springtime
In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand
With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations
And the peach trees stitched across the land
There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers
And the smoke from the chimneys meets its maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers.

....after seeing your post with all the gorgeous flowers, I couldn't get this song out of my head....and as much as it fills me with visions of dogwoods, azaleas, tulips, and snowball hydrangeas, i quickly realized that this song really makes absolutely no mention whatsoever of just how insanely beautiful the south can be this time of year. i suddenly feel like i've been bamboozled by this song...what a freakin' letdown.

oh...and the photo on the right is from my favorite website ever - thepioneeerwoman.com

hope all is well.

If you need a good laugh... listen to this one ;)

Give it about 2 minutes and you will be cracking up.

Danger Woman

The Machine is Us/ing Us

This video is a deep thinker. My grad school days taught me to think this way -- to ask questions like "How do we know what we know?" and "What is our place in the world?" It's like a damn matrix. This guy Michael Wesch is brilliant, an anthropology professor who has been dubbed the "explainer."

Ahh spring

I just love spring and although your pups in snow pictures were great. I prefer the weather that goes with these pics...

ps- Have you ever thought about doing a snapfish book of Justice and Libby pictures? It would make a great coffee table book!

my next bold move

I'm starting up another blog. Lord knows why. It's not like I don't spend enough time on line now I'm adding another site to that list!

This one's gonna be different. It's going to be about food. Yeap, nothing but food. Cooking it namely.

Check it out:
http://youarewhatyoueatorreheat.wordpress.com/
And let me know what you think.