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A Little Update

This poor blog has been neglected for so so long and it’s time for an update.

I have been so very busy with my new business Fnkybee Photography.  Everything has really taken off and I am having the time of my life!  We are doing all kinds of photography from musicians to engagements to my favorite Boudoir! You can check out our website!  FnkybeePhotography.com and keep up on our blog too!

When I started this adventure Boudoir Photography never even entered my mind.  After a shoot in December that turned in a boudoir like shoot I fell in love.  There is something about capturing a woman’s true beauty when she lets her guard down in the camera that makes Boudoir truly amazing.  Almost every client that I have done a Boudoir Shoot for was full of nerves and just couldn’t even imagine that the images would come out good.  The truly beautiful part of boudoir is when a client sees their final images and say “Oh My! I had no idea I could be that sexy and beautiful!”  That right there makes it worth it.  I love to hear that type of feedback and it makes me feel special that I can show them how gorgeous they are in a light that is so different from everyday.  Boudoir Photography is a great self esteem boost, it allows a woman to see themselves in a way that celebrates their true beauty.  It lets them see that even though they are a mom, a wife, a soccer coach or what have you that they still are sexy and admirable.

After much thought and bringing my sister on board with me full time we have decided to start up a sister company to Fnkybee Photography strictly for Boudoir.  We are working hard getting everything ready for the big announcement which will hopefully happen in a week or two!  Stay tuned for updates!  I will be updating this site with the information along with my Fnkybee Photography blog.  You can find links in the sidebar!  —->

If you are in the Nashville area or are visiting the Nashville area and are interested in a Boudoir Session or a Custom Photography Session please give us a call!  We do boudoir for women, couples and brides to be! We offer amazing services to make any shoot perfect!  Services:  Hair Styling and Makeup Application by our in house stylist, Custom Set Design, and we soon will be offering in house massages after your Boudoir session!  Boudoir Session can be held in our studio, in your home or in a decadent hotel suite!  We have an array of gorgeous end products to display your photos from any style of shoot!

As for now I will leave you with a slideshow from a few past boudoir sessions!

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Until next time..

Xoxo

 

Pin Up Shoot – So much fun!

Almost 2 weeks ago a good friend of mine put together a Pin Up Girl Shoot and I had the privilege to shoot it.  Nat did great putting it all together, she did the makeup, hair and wardrobe.  She knew exactly what she wanted and had the day mapped out.  We shot for around 7 hours in and around Lucid Linds Studio and had a blast.  I couldn’t be happier with the results.

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For more information on booking your shoot visit FnkybeePhotography.com today!

Just call me Miss MIA.

So yeah, it’s me, Miss. MIA as of late.  I have been crazy busy, it’s ridiculous and I’m worn plum out.  Yes I just said plum out.  Lord, I’ve been in the south too long.  With that said, I’m fix’n to tell you what I have been up to.

I’ve been…

-Running around like a chicken with my head cut off.

– Not reading blogs of the people that live in my computer, I am an awful friend.  I have a lot of catching up to do. I miss everyone!

-Taking pictures, editing, taking more pictures, more editing, editing, editing, editing.  Damn it’s time consuming.

-Trying to fine tune my time management between mom, wife, friend, and a photographer.  I’m failing at this.

-I’m now trying to find the time to start painting my house again.  I put down the paint brush a month ago and haven’t touched it since.  Umm…Yeah..my house looks confused.

-Looking for extra hours in my day. Does Walmart have time on sale?  I can’t find any extra time.

-Saturday night I shot a very talented rock’n band, One43, downtown Nashville at the Red Rooster.  I was in heaven because you just can’t beat mixing a good rock’n roll band with photography. I was one happy girl.

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I still have one more photo shoot to edit and then I will be caught up.  There’s only 1250 photos to go through, cut down and edit.  Geesh, again I need more hours in my day!

Now if you will excuse I must go pamper myself for a bit by getting my hair done.  It looks like I have a mop on the top of my head.  It’s way over due.

Peace.

Fnkybee Photography

After last weeks photo shoot I had a friend ask me to do a pin up girl shoot for her and about 10 girls for their bar.  It’s an anniversary gift for the bar’s owner and they all will be pin up girls.  How Fun!   This lit a fire in me, it made me think “I can do this”.  I just have to put myself out there, I have to cross over the intimidating hump and find confidence in myself and just do it.  So I am.

I would like to introduce

A photograph captures your unique story in time, even though it comes with no words, the story will forever be told with an image.

For now my focus is on finding people to shoot for cheap to get my experience, build a portfolio and to get my name out there.  I am very excited to start this because this is me.  When I started SpokenStill I was kidding myself.  My love is not taking pictures of trees and landscapes it is shooting people, capturing their story.  I want to help my client tell their story through still images.  I want to give people something a little different, not just the traditional portrait with the white background.  I want the photos to have an edge, I want them to pop, I want people to be amazed by them.

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What I offer is modern, edgy and urban photo shoots on location or in a studio.  I will photograph singles, groups, bands, kids, you name it and I will shoot it.  If you are looking for studio shots they will be held at Lucid Linds Studio in the heart of downtown Nashville where a plethora of options are available inside and out.  Urban, traditional, inside, and outside the possibilities the studio offers are endless.  There are numerous textures and colors at my disposal.  The studio also comes with the use of a dressing room, full kitchen and bathroom, internet access and a full sound system.  If you would like more information on the studio or are a photographer yourself looking for a great studio for your shoots please visit LucidLindsStudio.com for more information.

If you are interested in a special price photo shoot please contact me by leaving a comment here or on my website fnkybeephotography.com or shoot me an email at fnkybee@gmail.com.

Peace.


“F Off”, It’s the theme of the Day

Last night I caught a story on the local news regarding bumper stickers on other people’s cars.  It goes something like this…If you see a bumper sticker on another car driving down the road that offends you, you can report it and have that person fined $50.  Are you Kidding me!  This is asinine and makes me want to purchase and apply a sticker on my rear bumper that reads “Fuck You, You Smell like Monkey Shit”.  OR report a bumper sticker that reads “My son/daughter is an honor student”  because that is telling me you think your kid is better than mine and I’m offended.

Maybe I will go with this bumper sticker.

Next in the same story was regarding in-car DVD players and what you play on them.  If someone is driving behind you or to the side and they can see the movie that is playing and it offends them or they find it inappropriate they can report you and you can be fined.  W.T.F!  Again, this makes me want to ride around with porn playing at.all.times.

When does this shit cross the line?  Now we can’t put whatever we choose on our cars and play what we wish inside our own private property just because Mary Ann who has her head shoved so far up Jesus’s ass thinks it is unchristian like.  Well FUCK YOU.  All these people that get their panties in a bunch because other of people’s actions, words, stickers or movies aren’t what they would choose need to shut the fuck up and get over themselves.  They need to realize that just because they feel they are holier than thou doesn’t mean what they say goes.  So to you people that believe your word goes and you make enough stink and cry hard enough to have changes made to the laws to suit you because you believe it’s right, you can

This goes right along with the holiday celebrations in schools.  You cant’ say Merry Christmas, you can’t have Christmas Parties, you can’t dress up for Halloween etc etc etc.  This shit pisses me off.  It’s all because of whiny ass people who are too fucking sensitive.  If you don’t like it turn your cheek, don’t look, stay home.

Tracy Morgan came to Nashville in the last couple of months and during his show he did a bit about gays.  Well, a dude got all offended and made a such a huge stink about it that Morgan came back to Nashville and apologized.  Now for the record what Morgan said I feel went a tad too far BUT it’s freaking comedy.  Anyone with a bit of common sense knows this.  If everyone said something every time they felt a bit offended by a stand up skit and cried about it then there would be NO comedians.   If you are easily offended, you have no business taking your sensitive ass to a comedy gig Period, Unless you are one of those people that goes around looking for something to bitch about.  I hate those type of people.  They suck.  Morgan’s ordeal is just another example of people being way to sensitive over dumb shit.  Anyone with a brain in their head would understand that were watching a Comedy show.  It would be like me getting pissed every time a comedian said something about “women” or “whities” or “honkeys”.  It’s a fucking comedy show, I’m not going to get my panties in a bunch and cry about it.  Everyone needs to..

I don’t go around criticizing people because they believe something different from me.  Who the fuck am I to judge?  I would never in a million years make such a stink about something that it would take away from someone who believes differently than me or likes something that I don’t.  If you are not physically hurting me, my kids, my family I am a big enough person to turn my cheek with the thinking, “that’s retarded but it is what it is”.  Example: The guys that hang the balls from their truck hitch.  To me that is gross.  I don’t like balls in the flesh and I don’t want to see steel balls hanging from your truck but it is what it is and I’m not going to cry about it so much that they will be banned.  No, instead I pull up behind a truck, see the balls hanging, think “that’s gross, I wonder if he is compensating for something” giggle and then quit looking at them.  Period.  Done.

So to everyone that bitches over stupid stuff…

 

A Big Bag of Douche

I don’t know where to start and this is going to be all over the place. So here’s the deal.

-For the last couple of days W has been saying his throat was hurting.  He wouldn’t complain all the time, he would mention it here or there and he was acting just fine so I didn’t really pay any mind to it.  (that’s excellent parenting I know) Yesterday he said it again a couple of times and then came up with his own diagnosis for it.  His thought is it hurts because the little punching bag, as he calls it, in the back of his throat was stuck to one side.  I looked and it was where it was supposed to be.  After my shoot down of his diagnosis he went to B and had him look.  B got out the flash light and looked. Next thing I hear is “Mom needs to take a look at this.”  I look and think Ah Shit!  W has white crap all over his tonsils.  This usually means one thing…Strep.  Peachy.  If this is so, this means he has been walking around with Strep for 4 days now.  We are off to the doctor here shortly so see if I’m right.  I am currently taking bets on what the outcome is.

-Now where did the strep come from?  I bet it came from Indiana.

-B and W took off to Indiana on Wednesday to stay at his parents house for the night.  I get a phone call Wednesday night from B saying he has already had his fill, he had been there only a few hours.  My thoughts exactly and this is why I declined the invitation to go.  The next day he gets home and starts filling me in on the going ons up there.  Always drama which is not drama to anyone else but us because it’s such the norm up there.  Reason #598 why I’m glad we don’t live up there any longer.  He goes on to tell me about how everyone talks not only around the kids but to the kids.  The profanity used towards the kids is just disgusting.  This comes from all..the grandparents, the parents, the aunts and uncles.  Reason #3 I’m glad we don’t live up there.  If we lived up there I can guarantee my kids wouldn’t be around this very often, then I would be labeled the shitty snob that won’t bring her kids around her family.  Reason #587 why I’m glad we don’t live up there.

-My coffee tastes amazing this am.

-I think they should change the spelling of Wednesday to Wendsday just because after 30 years of spelling it 95% of the time I spell it wrong the first go around.  My fingers want to spell it the way it sounds.

-Saturday night I went downtown with my stepmom, her friend that was in from Indiana and my sister.  First let me just say that my stepmom is amazing and looks amazing.  She got all dolled up in a cute little summer dress with her tan and if you were to guess her age she looked 40 not 53.  She’s one hot mama!  We had a ball showing her friend downtown.  We did the rounds of the honky tonks and of course started with Tooties and did the loop.  I think it’s safe to say that her friend had a good time seeing that she was passed out in my back seat on the way home.  ha!

-I think I had a twin walking around Nashville Friday night.  I had 3 people stop me Saturday night and say that they saw me Friday night.  One dude even told me he saw me at the Embassy Suites.  Umm…No, not unless you were peering through my window Friday night and watched me sit on the couch.  Weird.

-It’s never a full night out without an argument.  My sister and I are standing in the front part of Paradise Park when two toolbags walk up and first one asks if I was at the Embassy Suites the night before.  We get through the whole ‘That was not me, I wasn’t there” thing and the next thing I know is my sister is arguing with one of the tools.  Not real sure what the hell started it but I hear my sister calling this dude a douche to his face and telling him to go on.  Then the other one wants to get involved and she is calling him a toolbag and telling him to walk away.  He did the other did not, he wanted a fight.  So he is telling her that she will never find anybody that can stand her, she will be single forever blah blah blah.  She’s telling him to fuck off and that he is a complete douche and toolbag and needs to go back to where ever he came from because Nashville has enough idiots already to go around.  I’m standing there with my beer in awwe because it was pretty funny and I love to hear my sister tell someone how it is.  Then the dude started to get completely out of line with her and I put myself in between them and finally calmed it down and got him to walk away.  Total buzz kill.

-I’ve had my fill of downtown for the rest of the summer.  I will stay in my little town and frequent the hole in the wall instead and drink beer for $2.50 versus the $4 you pay downtown.  Plus I would much rather be out with B surrounded by rednecks and bikers than be downtown with a bunch of Trendy McTrendersons and dumbasses anymore.  If that is a sign of age, I’m completely fine with it.

 

 

 

In Your Honor – Always Say I Love You.

This past Sunday, the 29th of May it had been 6 years since I had lost my mom.  I remembered her on Sunday not with tears and sadness but with memories and smiles.  This is the story of how I lost my mom.  I want to share this with you not to make you sad but to let you see how quickly our loved ones can be taken away from us.
This was written Wednesday, December 6, 2006

You must always say I love you. Life is too short not to. You never know when someone will be leaving your life. I have a story for you and I hope it will open your eyes to two things. On May 26, 2005 I got a phone call from my step father. He told me that my mom was not feeling well. She had been having severe headaches for awhile now and she had been to the doctor to get a couple of lumps under the skin removed. She told my sister and I that it was “nothing”. He told me that he had called an ambulance to take mom to the hospital. My sister and I live in Nashville Tennessee and my mom lives in Aurora Indiana. I hung up the phone not knowing what to think. My husband told me to pack my bags and my sister also and head up home because it could be nothing and then again it could be something big. As my sister was walking down the driveway with my 3 year old son I was shaking. She came in and I told her what was going on. We packed up and the kids too ( a 3 year old and a 5 week old) and headed for Indiana. We pulled up out front of my mom’s house around 4 am and my stepdad was waiting for us he had not been asleep. They took her to the local hospital and had ran a CT scan and found 4 spots on her brain. While trying to take this news in I took the kids upstairs and put them to bed and tried to get some sleep myself. In the morning (Friday) I took the kids to my sister-n-law’s house and my sister and I headed to Cincinnati. By this time they had sent her to Good Sam in Cincinnati for further tests. We get to the hospital and she is in the ICU. My sister and I are pretty much freaking out to say the least. My mom god love her says what on earth are you two doing here and where are the kids? I love my mom always worried about my kids. They ran some tests in the morning and before lunch we got news that my mom had 7 brain tumors. This was a total shock because before yesterday there was nothing (that we knew of) wrong with my mom except for the headaches which she covered up nicely. The doctor said that they were NON life threatening and they could be taken care of with surgery and radiation. My sister and I left for lunch feeling a little relieved thinking in the long run she was going to be ok. We got back from lunch and they were wheeling her out for her first radiation treatment and they told us to go along. The three of us went down with her. When we got there the radiologist took my step dad back to talk to him and we stayed out with mom. She was even joking about her tan going away. My step dad came out and told us to come back with him. My heart dropped. The three of us sat down with the doctor and he proceeded to tell us that our mother was covered with cancer from head to toe. She had melanoma. Every organ in her body was ate up. He told us that we had a decision to make. We could go ahead with the treatments but the end result was all the same. Mom could stay with us for two days or with a miracle two months. But it didn’t look good. We made the decision to not do the treatments and put her through any unnecessary pain. We would only be keeping her around for our selfish reasons. That was the hardest decision I have ever made in my life, my mother’s fate was put in our hands pretty much. We made the decision to get her home as soon as we could so she could spend her last days in her own home with her own things. I can’t explain to you what was going on in my head. I became numb and stayed that way for about a month. We went home that night to try to get some rest and was called back to the hospital around 12:15 in the morning. The nurse said her pupils weren’t responding and that is one of the first signs that they are going. We all had just got to bed and hopped right back up and I took the keys to drive us up. It was the weirdest drive I have ever made. It was barely raining but there was a very eery silent calm in the air. In the distance I saw lightning and all I could think was that was mom fighting for us. We got there and she wouldn’t even respond to us. No movement but she was still there. We slept on the floor all around her that night. I got up about 8 in the morning and walked in her room from the restroom and she opened those eyes and like nothing happened said what on earth are you doing here this early. She didn’t skip a beat. The nurses said they can’t explain how this happened. They’ve never seen someone start to slip away the way she did and come back like nothing happened. That Saturday was one of the best days. Mom sat up in her bed she ate all day she laughed and cut up with us like nothing in the last two days happened. She just kept saying she wants to go home and that she is so happy that Lindsey (my sister) and I have each other. We had made arrangements for her to come home at 12:30 the next day, Sunday. We had hospice coming to the house to set everything up. Mom was coming home. We left her that night eating her Mentos and watching HGTV her favorite channel. That woman would watch it 24/7 if she could. We told her that we loved her and she was coming home in the morning. We got up Sunday morning and headed up early. When we got there mom was in pain, bad pain. Her head was hurting so bad. We sat there with her for a couple of hours and the nurse gave her some pain medicine and mom wanted to take a nap. We left her at 10:30 to come home and meet with the hospice people. We told her we would see her in a couple of hours. I held her hand and told her that I loved her and she said it back to me and she squeezed my hand. We were at home when we got a phone call at 11:30 saying mom’s vitals weren’t good. Five minutes later they called back and said her breathing was slowing. My sister and stepdad headed up to the hospital and I stayed behind waiting for my grandma and my husband. I called back up to the hospital at 11:46 and she had already passed away at 11:45. The nurses were all in there with her so she wasn’t alone. We were too late. She never made it home.

You never know how much time you have. Always say I love you, even if you are just running to the store and will be back in 10 minutes even if you fighting say it. You never know when its the last time.

Please do not be sad from my story. Just remember…Always say I love you.

Thank you for taking the time to read it.

My mom loved the sun.  She always had a tan.  We were always outside during the summer growing up whether we were on the boat for the weekend or at the pool. Hell, we grew up with a tanning bed in our home.  My mom has psoriasis and the tanning bed helped with that.  With summer upon us and the outdoors being our favorite place to be I ask of you this, please wear your sunscreen, wear your sunhat, protect yours skin.  I suggest against tanning beds now but if you feel you must please do it in moderation.  Melanoma is a deadly cancer when undetected it can consume you, it’s one of the quickest spreading cancers.  I still love the sun but I am smart about it now.  I hope you will be too.  If you see a mole that is suspicious don’t hesitate to get it looked at.  Get your skin checked once a year to be safe.  Melanoma is nothing to be messed around with or ignored.

Cicadas..Let the Hell begin.

You know what 2011 means in Tennessee?  It means the 13 year cicadas make their appearance.  Great huh?  These little critters have been dormant in the ground for 13 freaking years and now they are bored and  horny.  They have started to arrive in my backyard.  First 2 days ago with a shell here or there on my fence, this morning even more.

Welcome to my hell…and it’s just the beginning.

This is just one post of my fence.  Yep it’s just the beginning.

Here is a quote from a local news site:

Brood XIX is expected to emerge from the ground in May “and they will come out by the millions,” according to Dr. Hale.

He added, “Brood XIX is the biggest brood that we have in Middle Tennessee.  It is encompassing most of Middle Tennessee, even some counties in east Tennessee and probably a few west of here.”

That’s just freaking peachy.  Millions..yes millions per acre.  They are the loudest insect, so when you factor in thousands of these little shits in your backyard it can be deafening.  I am stocking up on ear plugs.

My dog is having a blast right now with the cicadas coming up out of the ground.  Friday night he started walking funny in the grass and we had no idea what he was doing.  Picture a Tennessee Walking Horse

Then he hops around like a damn antelope for awhile.

And then finishes up with a polar bear pounce at the ground trying to get the cicadas.  It’s quite entertaining actually and I need to video tape it next time I catch him doing it.

Not so entertaining is my daughter in regards to bugs in general. Little bugs, big bugs, medium bugs, spiders, May Flies, you name it she ain’t having it.  If my daughter makes it through the cicada invasion with out having a heart attack it will be amazing.  I have a feeling when they are out full swing in all their thousands she will never come out of the house.  It should be great times.  I picked one up the other day to show it to her (and I wanted to see her reaction because I’m cruel like that) she freaked out and said screamed “Don’t you come near me with that thing!”.  I chuckled and came closer of course and by that time she was running away back into the house.  She didn’t like me too much that day.   😛

I can remember when my sister and I were little in Indiana and the 17 year cicadas came out.  They were everywhere, you couldn’t see the bark on the trees because there were so many.  We had a blast.  We found out that if you pull off their front legs their heads pop off.  Game on!  There were so many headless cicadas laying around it was ridiculous but yet hours of entertainment.  Yes we were weird children!

So for the next 6 weeks we will become deaf, we will listen to the cicadas make their “I’m horny as shit” call or in other words their version of Bell Biv Devoes “Do Me” and most likely witness some cicada porn.  I will teach, at least my son, to behead cicadas, because I am an awesome mom like that.  My daughter will most likely be in the house shaking in a corner somewhere thinking the cicadas are here to kill her.  My dog will most likely be puking somewhere because he has ate so many of them and will have the worst gas in the world. (word on the street is that dogs love to eat the larva casings and it gives them the awful gas).  You can find me shooting straight Jack Daniels from the bottle in the kitchen.

We Are Nashville, 1 year later after the floods.

1yr ago today Music City was devastated by floods. Today we stand tall, unbroken & rebuilt.

We Are Music City, We Are Nashville.

I can remember it like it was just yesterday, we had friends coming in from out of town.  Our friend Chuck and his son was coming down from Illinois to stay the night on their way back home to Georgia, his wife was driving up from Georgia and meeting them here at our house.  The rain started and it didn’t stop.  Chuck and his son made it early in the afternoon.  When they were on Interstate 24 just minutes from our house and the water started to rise.  The water was at the edge of the interstate and if they would have been on the interstate for 10 minutes longer there is a good chance they would have been 2 victims of the rising water.  This picture is Interstate 24 about 15 minutes from my house where Chuck and his son had just came through not even an hour before.

Meanwhile, his wife was coming up from Georgia.  She pulled over in a town just before our because 1. there was a tornado heading right for where she was driving and 2. she couldn’t take driving in the non stop white knuckle pouring down rain any longer.  B, Chuck and his son headed out to pick her up.  As soon as they left the house a tornado warning came for us.  I put the kids in the closet and hunkered down for about 10 minutes.  After we had the clear back came B and Chuck.  They couldn’t get out of the neighborhood.  Every entrance was flooded.  Chuck was on a mission to get to his wife.  B stayed here with me and the kids because of the weather and Chuck headed back out.  He made his way through the waters and made it to his wife.  I was relieved when they made it back.

The rest of the afternoon we sat in front of the tv and watched in awwe.  We couldn’t believe our eyes.  It just kept rising..and rising..and rising.  The pictures that were coming in were unbelievable.  There was moments of complete silence in our living room with the occasional gasp.  This was happening.

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B’s phone started to ring and it didn’t stop (he runs Sunbelt Rentals Pump and Power, Nashville Division).  B went into work mode over drive.  I didn’t see him for a week, his guy’s families didn’t see their husbands and fathers for weeks.  They worked day in and day out, delivering pumps, pumping water out of buildings downtown, and anything and everything they could do they did.  The hard work, sweat and probably some sleep deprived tears were appreciated everywhere by everyone.

Nashville was over shadowed during this time by the Gulf Oil Spill.  That was Ok.  We didn’t need it.  This city came together like no one had seen before.  We didn’t need the coverage, we didn’t need the help because the people of Nashville jumped into action.  People came together, immediately went out to help rescue their neighbors, even if those neighbors were towns away.  That day I fell in love with my city all over again and on a whole new level.  I was proud to call myself a Nashvillian.

Take a few minutes and watch this incredible video. The song is “When one of us Stands” written for the floods.

There was a great article that was written by Patton Fuqua titled We Are Nashville.  Here are a few quotes from the article.

“The national news coverage gave us 15 minutes, but went back to focusing on a failed car bomb and an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico”

“The Cumberland River crested at its highest level in over 80 years. Nashville had its highest rainfall totals since records began. People drowned. Billions of dollars in damage occurred. It is the single largest disaster to hit Middle Tennessee since the Civil War. And yet…no one knows about it.”

“But let’s look at the other side of the coin for a moment. A large part of the reason that we are being ignored is because of who we are. Think about that for just a second. Did you hear about looting? Did you hear about crime sprees? No…you didn’t. You heard about people pulling their neighbors off of rooftops. You saw a group of people trying to move two horses to higher ground. No…we didn’t loot. Our biggest warning was, “Don’t play in the floodwater.” When you think about it…that speaks a lot for our city. A large portion of why we were being ignored was that we weren’t doing anything to draw attention to ourselves. We were handling it on our own.”

Benefits, concerts and telethons quickly followed raising money to help the ones effected, the ones that lost everything in the flood.  I am very proud to say that I was able to be a part of one benefit.  My sister, myself and a few others came together and put together a benefit concert at 3rd and Lindsley, one of Nashville’s oldest music venues where my sister was working at the time.  We had music all night long, a silent auction, sold t-shirts that we had made and took donations with all the money going to The Community Foundation.  I am so proud to say that all of our hard work raised almost $3000.  It felt so good to do something that would help others.

The people of this city and all surrounding areas came together in the most beautiful way.  The floods didn’t discriminate in it’s attack.  Everyone from the common Joe to celebrities were effected by the waters and all came together to help one another.

After a year people are still rebuilding, still feeling the effects of the waters.  On this day 1 year later we are being hammered by rains again with our western counties in Middle Tennessee on the verge of being flooded again, some already are.  It makes the memories of what happened a year ago that much more vivid and some unfortunately are reliving it once more.  My heart goes out to them and everyone in this wonderful beautiful city which we call home.

I am proud to call this wonderful city my home.

I heart you Nashville.

We are Nashville, We Are Music City.


The world needs to revolve around me today.

Just for today.

My Monday is jam packed and I have 5,387 things to get done today.  5,357 of those involve stores, stores that do not open until 10am for some reason. I didn’t have to deal with this until I moved to the south.  I am originally from Indiana and stores were open by 9am at the latest.  You could get up and go.  Soon after we moved to Georgia in 2000 I remember getting up on a Sunday to run some errands and do some shopping.  It was around 9am and I stopped at a local store to check it out.  I park, I walk up to the door, it’s locked.  I find the store hour sign and they don’t open until NOON!  WHAT!  Yes Noon.  They don’t open until noon because of church.  Well la de freaking da.  What about us sinners that don’t go to church but want to shop instead?  Answer: We are screwed.  “No shopping for you!”  This drove me nuts because if I had to do any shopping on the weekend that was my prime to do so.  Why?  Because everybody but me is at church!  Grr.

We move to Nashville and everyday..EVERYDAY..the stores don’t open until 10am.  This drives me absolutely insane.  It is now 8:47 and I am ready to walk out the door but instead I am typing my post because if I was to leave I would have to sit in a parking lot for an hour.  This is crap.  Us moms are on a limited ‘alone’ shopping schedule where kids are not involved if you have kids in a preschool or full time school.  This is the ideal shopping.  No chasing a kid around, no saying 4 million times “you stay with me”, “don’t touch that”, “no you can’t have a flipping toy”, “quit your whining we are almost done”, “I don’t give a crap that your legs are tired”.  It’s just you and the store.  Bliss.  You have time to really look, try on the 6 pairs of jeans to find the right fit, to buy the exact things that are on your list etc.  I loathe having to shop with my kids in tow when I am after specific things and on a time schedule. It cramps my shopping style.  They walk slow, they want things, they complain and they can be whiny.  Not cool.

The stores not opening till 10am cramps my style too.  I don’t have time for this.  Time will be against me today.  I will get the majority of stuff done, that I know, but I also have a feeling that a few things aren’t going to get done before the kids get home which means we will have to go back out to finish up.  This means…They will be with me.  Shoot me now.

Doesn’t the world know that it needs to revolve around me today?  No? Well it should damnit.  I have shit I need to do.  I need every stop light to be green, I need there to be no lines at the checkout, I need everything to be in stock, I need every size to be there for me to purchase, I need the birthday presents to jump out at me screaming buy me for your daughter (because I have no flipping clue what she wants, she doesn’t know either which means she has too much crap), I need everything to go smoothly.

So yes, today the world needs to revolve around me.  Period.

Just like this!