Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Real Church of the South

is college ball.
The question isn't what pew you warm on Sunday, it's who will you be rooting for AFTER church?

Real Southern Ladies talk softly, get their nails done weekly, and scream like banshees for Georgia Tech.

1. Let's be real. I don't really care about football. I do like things that bring people together and get their spirits up.

2. It's a good excuse to hang out and make copious quantities of chicken wings.

3. If I cared, I would most assuredly be a UGA fan. Something about little Ugga XXXII warms my heart. Georgia Tech fans always strike me as a bit pretentious. Engineer degree? You can design a field, but honey, can you run it?

4. Let's be real. I am not a Southern Lady (more a mule than a peach). I like "down home" folks, and if football is a part of that, bring it on! However, if I have to *love* football to be a part of your circle of friends, save my invitation to your birthday party.

Playing > Watching. Love. Sun.


Monday, September 21, 2009

I just wasn't raised like that

Yo Mama was.

Why is it everyone seems to think they are flawless drivers?
(Listen Pancakes, you roll through Stop Signs, too).

Why is it everyone seems to think they were raised in The Perfect Way?
(Listen Buckwheat, you leave cereal crumbs on the floor sometimes, too).

Let's find some Truth Serum, mirrors, specks, and logs and have a party. Only sucky drivers are invited.

Love. Sucky. Drivers.


Sunday, September 20, 2009

Another Rainy Day

I heard Michael Jackson say in his 1993 interview with Oprah Winfrey, "Art is our attempt to communicate with God." Michelangelo expressed it long before Thriller.

Maybe Art is one of God's ways to speak to us. Maybe all Art is worship . . . of something.

Filling Resevoir, Love the Dehumidifier, A House in March,


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The Case of Kinkos Catydid

I can't say I ever thought a bug was cute. When I was a kid, I thought they were squishy and fun, but nevah c u t e. Yesterday changed my mind.

I went to Kinkos to (finally!) print some copies of some photos I've been meaning to frame. It was drizzly and soupy out. The Romanian dudes next to me at the Rent-a-Puter were soaked in Axe. "What's up?" yourself.

I printed my pictures and put them under my shirt while I sprinted across the concrete lagoon to my car. I was deep in thought, planning my smoothest merge into crazy-six-o'-clock-traffic when I turned, responding to some natural awareness of eyes on me.

There was a leaf bug (or so I THOUGHT) with its head carefully cocked to one side, staring at me. Observe the following:

How did it get in my car? How could I get it OUT of my car?

Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to kill it; I couldn't "shoo" it either. So, I ignored it.

It showed up at random times over the course of the next two days--perched on the back seat, head cocked to one side.

Strange that a wild little bug could look so interested. I wonder if it thought I was a tree. Had we coexisted long enough, perhaps Catydid (yeah, I Googled it) would be Aubreyflauged.

Hmmm... and these are the days of my life. ;P

Saturday, September 12, 2009

The Fog

I guess it's time to start blogging again!

Three months of work, sleep, weird dreams, new park, new friends, dates, de-humidifiers, furniture refinishing, one red dress, and a rocking chair later, I've come to a few conclusions:

1. Trucks are better. They can do everything a car can, but more. My next car will be a truck. A cute one, of course.

2. The amount of time people are a part of my life is not at all proportional to their impact. Some people seem to affect me in concentrated doses.

3. Life really is sweeter having shared my heart.

Cozy. TN. Birthday.