So, I live in Tennessee. Living in TN means freaking out at the first sign of snow. We get a light dusting and PANIC.

So this morning I was due to drive to Memphis for a baby shower honoring young Holden the Guy. I look outside--snow. I don't think much of this, but then I look at the state highway reports and see that past Jackson there's some ice. I decide it's better that I not go. I fall back asleep, knowing that Jesse the Guy is probably not yet awake so I go back to sleep for a couple of hours intending to call in my regrets. During this time I have the television on MTV where they're showing a marathon of their stellar programming, in this case it's My Super Sweet Sixteen and Underage and Engaged (or vice versa). I drift in and out of sleep not knowing which part is on television, which part is my dream, and whether or not my mom really did tell me that Britney shaved her head overnight and got some tattoos.

You may be asking how my mom scooped me on entertainment news? Good question. She's never even looked at Perez Hilton.

Anyway. I also have not one but five (that I can recall) dreams where I get up, go downstairs, call Jesse the Guy and get on with my day. I hate that. by the time I actually get going it seems so DONE. you know what I mean? BUt I do eventually call Mr the Guy who fully understood, and I do intend to visit Memphis in the next few weeks to visit little Holden.

So I do my grocery shopping where I buy lots of sweets and some necessities. I catch up on DVRed stuff, good times, right?

So the time comes to get ready for Kate and John's engagement party. I debate going. I'm excited to go because I really do like Kate and John and am very excited for their impending wedding but the roads are not so good and the snow continues to come down. Basically, the later it gets the worse the roads will get. I take my shower, shave the parts that ladies do, clip my frikin toenails even, and hit the road. While the road doesn't really hit back, it does throw out a gentle insult that made me rethink everything I know. So I slip a bit, pull over, call in more regrets, and head home.

And here I am. THe picture above was taken of me in my engagement party finery.

Also, more pictures added to my flickr account, including a couple of pics from before the very first nashville rollergirls interleague bout.

Labels: celebrations, drama, pictures