Archive for November, 2015

This guy. And wine, provolone, and salami for dinner, with a side of Gilmore Girls. Cure for a Monday.

Monday, November 30th, 2015

This guy. And wine, provolone, and salami for dinner, with a side of Gilmore Girls. Cure for a Monday.

Drink, book, sun, crashing waves. Happy place achieved. (Helped along by ultra weird resort Thanksgiving performance of a guy dressed in a turkey suit running down the beach from a Mayan Indian with a musket.)

Thursday, November 26th, 2015

Drink, book, sun, crashing waves. Happy place achieved. (Helped along by ultra weird resort Thanksgiving performance of a guy dressed in a turkey suit running down the beach from a Mayan Indian with a musket.)

Occasionally like each other.

Tuesday, November 24th, 2015

Occasionally like each other.

Not sure why I've tied myself down on Thanksgiving in the past. This is not sucking and I am feeling very thankful.

Tuesday, November 24th, 2015

Not sure why I've tied myself down on Thanksgiving in the past. This is not sucking and I am feeling very thankful.

Big fan of The Snoop Dogg at Shorty's Pizza.

Sunday, November 22nd, 2015

Big fan of The Snoop Dogg at Shorty's Pizza.

This is my Dad, Cecil Ray Palmer, about 1945 at home at 110 East Henry Street, Savannah, with 1939 Mercury. Dad and my grandmother (born in Clyde, Ga, which is now Ft. Stewart), both pronounced words ending in "oil" as "awl." So, he changes the "awl" in the car, wraps leftovers up in "tin fawl," (not aluminum foil), and goes to a "srimp bawl" (a shrimp boil.) Yep, no "h" in his pronunciation of shrimp. #bshowwetalk

Sunday, November 22nd, 2015

This is my Dad, Cecil Ray Palmer, about 1945 at home at 110 East Henry Street, Savannah, with 1939 Mercury. Dad and my grandmother (born in Clyde, Ga, which is now Ft. Stewart), both pronounced words ending in "oil" as "awl." So, he changes the "awl" in the car, wraps leftovers up in "tin fawl," (not aluminum foil), and goes to a "srimp bawl" (a shrimp boil.) Yep, no "h" in his pronunciation of shrimp. #bshowwetalk

Traffic, spilt coffee, inconclusive medical diagnosis, more traffic, drive to Cumming, Blue Screen of Death/hour three of being dead in the water while working on a deadline. IT and endless updates. Just now eating lunch. I'm having a Tuesday. Just telling myself I can see the sun, and it could always be way worse.

Tuesday, November 10th, 2015

Traffic, spilt coffee, inconclusive medical diagnosis, more traffic, drive to Cumming, Blue Screen of Death/hour three of being dead in the water while working on a deadline. IT and endless updates. Just now eating lunch. I'm having a Tuesday. Just telling myself I can see the sun, and it could always be way worse.

Perfect night for cornbread and beans and greens.

Monday, November 9th, 2015

Perfect night for cornbread and beans and greens.

Husband home, new yard sale dress picked up, reading book club book at the bar @Local 7, while the rain falls outside. Pondering if, no matter how much I loved her, I could marry the woman sitting at a nearby table with the distinctive and highly annoying laugh. People are looking at her husband and child with supreme pity. Just found a few stray fried pickles in my fried artichoke basket. This Sunday is okay.

Sunday, November 8th, 2015

Husband home, new yard sale dress picked up, reading book club book at the bar @Local 7, while the rain falls outside. Pondering if, no matter how much I loved her, I could marry the woman sitting at a nearby table with the distinctive and highly annoying laugh. People are looking at her husband and child with supreme pity. Just found a few stray fried pickles in my fried artichoke basket. This Sunday is okay.

This is me on my graduation day, UGA 1995, with my mom and sister. Mom's wearing my cap and gown- She and Dad were more excited than I was. Thankful for the way I was brought up to believe that getting an education is the foundation for everything else, and something no one can ever take away from you. #bittersoutherner #bsmakethemproud

Sunday, November 8th, 2015

This is me on my graduation day, UGA 1995, with my mom and sister. Mom's wearing my cap and gown- She and Dad were more excited than I was. Thankful for the way I was brought up to believe that getting an education is the foundation for everything else, and something no one can ever take away from you. #bittersoutherner #bsmakethemproud