merry way

Today's episode of "W.T.F?" finds your heroine, Busy Mom, unable to go downstairs in her own home without having an asthma attack.

And her teenage daughter is in the middle of hosting a party.

With boys.

Let us go back in time:

The kids at the City Paper have boxed themselves into such an editorial corner that they can only see one solution to meeting Nashville's infrastructure needs: trading a part of Nashville's common wealth to a land speculator and a property owner who will stand to make the kind of returns that George W.

When you are a politician, you just cannot ignore the people.

My name is Lindsay Ferrier and I am on a diet.

I haven't mentioned it before because frankly, it's not a very fun or interesting thing to write about. Where I once could lose five pounds in one week and go on my merry way, this time around, the weight has been clinging to me like a needy toddler. Depressing? Yes.

Since I began my blogging all consuming obsession little hobby, I have noticed a few changes in my life.  I have decided to come clean with

I hardly ever remember my dreams. And if I'm reading someone's blog and they start talking about a dream, I go on about my merry way without reading.

However, two nights ago I had a major tornado dream. The sky looked like the sky toward the end of the Wizard of Oz, except instead of flying monkeys, the sky was full of tornadoes of all sizes. And I was running from shelter to ditch with several folks, playing dodge the next twister.

It could be my imagination, but it seems like I’ve noticed a severe uptick lately in homeless alcoholics around town drinking mouthwash.. While the increase is merely anecdotal, it does make me wonder if more stores downtown are bowing to pressure and refusing individual beer sales on their own. Mouthwash, of course, is an unsavory but effective source of alcohol for alcoholics with no other recourse. I know that there’s been a lot of pressure from neighborhood groups in downtown

Christmas will soon be here, and for once in my life ,my was shopping was all done early. It seem to be habit for true Christian's fake ones and some who aren't to attend church during the holiday season. They get all dressed up and go and pat baby Jesus on the head and go on their merry way until Easter service then come by and look at the mangled body on the Cross...