Note to readers

Thursday 12/27/2007
9:05 a.m.

Hello everyone. I just want to apologize for the lack of posting over the holidays. I promise things will be up and running as usual in the new year. I hope everyone had a merry Christmas and has a safe and happy New Years! Don't drink and drive. Taxis are cheaper than bail.

Daily Rudd

Friday 12/14/2007
9:51 a.m.

Jam of the day

Friday 12/14/2007
9:50 a.m.

Bah Humbug

Friday 12/14/2007
9:26 a.m.

As I drive down the streets and avenues of the Highlands, I pass light filled trees that shine like bright Fruity Pebbles.

Trees are aglow and bows are tied tightly around light polls and trees. This could only signify one thing - it's Christmas time. Everyone is running around buying their Christmas gifts, planning their menus, and picking out that new dress to wear to the party. You know what I'm doing for Christmas this year? NOTHING.

I had planned on going home to visit with my family this year. I received an email from my boss asking if we would all be available to join the office Christmas dinner on the 21st. My response, "I think I'm flying home for Christmas that night." "Oh, you're not going to be at work that Monday (24th)?" Oh. I guess I will be. "I would just be going home for the weekend." Well, if I can't be home for Christmas, what point is there in going home at all. So, I will be working on Christmas Eve while my family is all joined together around the Christmas tree opening gifts.



I guess I can deal with that. After all, the boycotter's family is here. I can just have Christmas with them. WRONG. As of Thanksgiving, the boycotter and I decided to take a little break from one another. And as of last night, he decided that we are cutting all communication while I figure out what's going on inside of my head. So, not only will I not be spending Christmas with my family, I now won't even be spending Christmas with his family. I will be spending Christmas all alone. Well, unless you count Sidney. So, I don't have a Christmas tree and the only presents I have bought are for the boycotter.

I tried to hang some lights around my house, but they kept falling down. I have a Christmas tree and decorations in the storage unit in the basement. However, some jerk off took it upon themselves to fill my storage unit with their belongings and put a lock on the door, now I can't even get my tree. And if I have to hear Mariah Carey or Jessica Simpson sing about Christmas, Santa, mistletoe or anything else relating to the holidays, I will either kill myself or the person who is submitting me to this torture.

So, to all - Have a very merry Christmas.

Daily Rudd

Thursday 12/13/2007
10:32 a.m.

Jam of the day

Thursday 12/13/2007
10:31 a.m.

Daily Rudd

Wednesday 12/12/07
8:58 a.m.

Jam of the day

Wednesday 12/12/07
8:53 a.m.



It's kind of shaky, but since you should be up dancing, it shouldn't really matter.

Note to my readers

Wednesday 12/12/2007
8:48 a.m.

It was brought to my attention yesterday by one of my readers, that my posts are just not what they used to be. You know what reader? You're right. Because I feared getting in trouble for spending too much time on the internet at work, I have totally neglected all of my devoted readers. Well, no more. I am so ashamed. I vow to post as often as possible. Some posts will be wittier than others and some will be more detailed. But regardless or cleverness and length, they will be there. As long as you are reading, I will be writing.

Weekend update

Tuesday 12/11/2007
8:13 a.m.

Friday was followed by Saturday. Then there was Sunday. Not much to say. I saw the Golden Compass. 2 thumbs up. Go see it. Don't boycott it. Go Cowboys. I knew you could do it. You made me nervous, but I never lost faith. I love you, Tony Romo. I love you, Marion Barber. I like you a lot Julius Jones. T.O., you're okay too.

Final weekend update: Sunday

Friday 12/7/2007
1:45 p.m.

Since it's already a new weekend, I will be brief with my description of last Sunday.

Awoke. Ate a delicious breakfast of berries and granola. Took Christmas decorations to Goodwill. Got dressed. Went to the Titans game. 25th row seats. Rained on us. Ginnie's boyfriend got us in the club level. Great game. Titans won. Went back and packed. Left. Drove in torrential rains. Was very scared. Hydroplaned slightly. Saw my life pass before my eyes. Cried. Had to drive 10 mph because rain was so bad. Made it home around 8:00. Tired and grumpy. Went to grocery. Went home. Laura had news to tell. Met her at Dundee Tavern. Watched the game and ate. Went home. Passed out.

Weekend update: Saturday

Thursday 12/6/2007
10:38 a.m.

Yes, this is a little late for a weekend update, but I haven't had the time to post lately, so deal with it.

As usual, I awoke way too early for a Saturday morning. I guess I have an internal alarm clock that goes off at 6:30 every morning. And being in a different time zone probably didn't help matters any. So, I rolled out of bed, let the dogs out (Who let the dogs out? I did.) and contemplated the days activities.

First stop, Target, for a little caffeine and cough medicine. Warning: Kids, do not try this at home. C & C can be a lethal combination. Warning #2: Never do certain things (readers, I know you know what I'm talking about) before going to the store. What should have taken 10 minutes took about 5 times as long. We looked at clothes, shoes, dishes, teeth whitening products, dog clothes, etc. And worst/ best of all, I nearly got out of there without my cough medicine. Idiot.

After our shopping excursion we got showered and dressed for the day. Next stop, the Vanderbilt/ Georgia Tech basketball game. We had primo seats, pretty much court side, right behind the goal. In fact, I think the left side of my hair was on TV. I'm totally famous now. Since Vandy was putting a whoopin' on GA Tech, we cut out halfway into the second half.

By now it was time for lunch, so we headed to the corner pub for bloody Mary's and the UK game. It took freakin' forever to get our lunch, and by the time we finally got it, we had just enough time to stuff it down and head to the next bar for the SEC Championship - LSU vs. UT. Luckily Greg, Ginnie's boyfriend, had some friends save us a few seats. We walked in to a sea of orange UT fans. While this is great if you're a Tennessee fan, it wasn't really comfortable for the two MS girls who were cheering on the Tigers. And even though we were getting harassed for cheering for a different team, we didn't care. However, we kept the cheering and high fiving to a minimum. You never know when a drunken fan will try to kill you for cheering for the opposing team. People are crazy these days.

Feeling good about our victory (or at least the team we were cheering for) we headed home to get ready for a night of honky tonking. However, once we got home, we got a little too cozy and decided it would be more fun to lounge around in sweatpants instead. So, we decorated Greg's Christmas tree while he played Christmas songs for us on the piano. We didn't have any eggnog or cider, but we did have red wine, which worked just as well.

Following the decorating of the tree, we cooked a little dinner and then played a few rounds of Balderdash. This is a really fun game, however, with only three people, it's pretty easy to pick the right answer. Ginnie was really funny playing this though. When it came to the word "scrogglins" she could not come up with a definition. Nothing. She was frozen like Ralphie's tongue to the flag pole. I defined the word as the remaining part of a frog after it has been prepared for frying. Pretty good, huh?

We finished up our intellectual stimulation for the night, got cozy on the couch, turned on SNL and... passed out!

Weekend update: Friday

Tuesday 12/4/2007

9:50 a.m.

I finally got out of work, although it wasn't any earlier than usual. Luckily I am a very neurotic and organized traveler and I had already packed my bags the night before, so I was able to get on the road by 5:30. I arrived in Nashville a little after 7:00 p.m., and even though I was given slightly inaccurate directions, I was able to find my way to Ginnie's boyfriend's house by 7:30.

I haven't seen Ginnie since March, which is far too long, so I was super excited to see her smiling face. I truly believe that Ginnie and I are soul mates, in a strictly heterosexual way. It doesn't matter where we go in our lives, we somehow always end up back together.

I met Ginnie for the first time when we were in high school - on the beach one night in Destin, FL. It just so happens she is cousins with my first serious boyfriend (Who was also my first kiss. We were on a church cotton ride and the kids made a bet that whoever kissed the most would get $10. Now, I don't want to brag or anything, but let's just say, me and my man walked away $5 richer. Boo yah.). And occasionally she would come visit him in Yazoo City. I remember how jealous all the girls were of Ginnie. They were all scared that she was going to take their man, which she could have easily done had she wanted. But Ginnie isn't that kind of person.

After high school I moved to Starkville, MS, where I attended Mississippi State University. And who lived in the same dorm? The boycotter's girlfriend. Oh yeah, and Ginnie. Boy did we act like idiots our freshman year. I'm actually kind of surprised that both of us made it out of that year alive. We were partying like it was 1999*, and were definitely pushing the limits. But we had some great times and made some great memories. It's just too bad I can't remember any of them. Good times, good times.

Unfortunately for me, Ginnie moved to Oxford, MS following our freshman year. She began dating some guy and we really didn't see each other that often. But as fate would have it, I met this really cute guy that went to Ole Miss and we started dating. And the guy's brother - Ginnie's boyfriend. How crazy is that? So, now I was going to Oxford a lot more and Ginnie and I were reunited once again.

Well, we both eventually ended our relationships with the brothers. After that year, Ginnie moved to London to attend school. Boo (for me, yay for her). How would we ever be reunited when she lives all the way across the ocean?

After I graduated college, I immediately moved to Telluride, CO. Ginnie and I would speak every once in awhile, but not nearly enough. I still felt a void in my life. Well, I guess fate stepped in again, because before I knew it, Ginnie was moving to Vail, which was only 4 1/2 hours away from me. (When you live in the mountains, 4 hours is nothing. Everything is so hard to get to, so 4 hours to mountain people is 20 minutes to all of those other losers.) Hooray! Together again!

After two years and a few unexpected events, I moved from CO, leaving my dear friend behind. I moved down to FL for a few months and she moved back to London. Again, there was an ocean between us.

After getting my fill of life in South Beach – wife beaters, gold chains, white leather sneakers, fake tans, fake boobs, fake lips, fake people and P. Diddy – I moved northward to the great bluegrass state of Kentucky.

I finally get settled into my new home in my fifth state to inhabit in five years, when I hear the good news – Ginnie is moving back to the states. And even better, she’s moving to Nashville, TN. Only a 2 ½ hour drive from Louisville!!! So, once again fate brought us back together.

I could not imagine my life without such an amazing person as Ginnie in it. Her spirit shines through her smile and just being in her presence can change a bad day to good.

Okay, so back to Friday. We got ready and headed out for some sushi. I don’t remember the name of the place, but it was located in a little shopping center. Normally when we go out for sushi in Nashville, we go to this very trendy place called Verago. Well, I haven’t been back there since Harris got kicked out for starting a verbal fight with the dj. If you know Harris, I don’t even have to go into detail about this event. If you don’t know Harris, you are really missing out on something special.

So, we go in and our host is the cutest little grandpa. He highly resembles the bitter beer face guy, only without the bitter. He led us to the back dining area, which pretty much resembled a living room. It was like we were at our own house (only with Japanese décor) getting waited on. It was great. And the rolls were soooo cheap. I was amazed. What would have cost $10 in Louisville, only cost about $4.50 here. I will definitely go back there the next time I’m in Nashville and get a craving for raw fish.

So we eat and drink until we are comfortably full and all warm and fuzzy inside. Because we are such old losers, instead of hitting the town on a Friday night and living it up, we go home and take our herbs and watch Reno 911 instead. Then, drum roll please.... I passed out.

*It was 1999