He's Gay? Imagine That!
Ok, so the news broke today that Lance Bass (formerly of N'Sync) has outed himself. He gave an exclusive interview to People mag that will hit the newsstands on Friday. All I have to say is "Was anyone really surprised to hear this bit of trivia?"
My daughter and her best friend were N'Sync fanatics!! I have been to some concerts to take them. They have been to far more of them than I. I recall the frantic Saturday morning spent on line trying to get tickets. Dad on one computer, mom on another, daughter & friend trying, as well & friend's parents - all of us hooked up via telephone and cell phones seeing if anyone got in and got tickets. The things we do for our kids. Obsessed does not even begin to describe the fascination daughter and her friend had. Psychotically obsessed begins to. My daughter was destined to marry Justin Timberlake (in her eyes) and her friend was going to marry Lance Bass ( in her eyes, as well). Thankfully, that obsession faded.
So I called my daughter a bit ago and said "What are you doing?" She was on the phone with her friend discussing the fact that they just found out Lance Bass is gay. Her great quote " I would not be so pissed about it except for the fact that mom said all along Lance was gay and she was right!" There ya go, us moms, sometimes we get it right!
In case you were trying to remember what he looked like during the N'Sync years - here is a pic for your edification. Go on and look...now admit it... you knew back then right?
Poke Salad Annie
Ok, so my name is not Annie but Ann is my middle name. In Memphis, I have been swamped with poke salad growing outside my apartment on my patio. My patio has an area of dirt around it that is about 12 inches wide. It goes around my entire patio and is within the gate so it is my responsibility. This year it has become a poke salad garden. About a month or so ago I noticed all this stuff sprouting up. I did not pay much attention to it but it proliferated and started getting taller. My girlfriend Virginia was here in late June and pointed out that it was poke salad. Well duh! I should have recognized it since my mom had some in her back yard and she and my granny used to gather it and cook it with fried eggs.
Poke Salad is a southern thing. If you have no idea what it is, well then you have not been South. Either that or you have never heard Tony Joe White's song "Poke Salad Annie". I play that song on my show but play the version by Little Milton. It is a bit bluesier and, for some reason, always reminds me of my grandma. Poke Salad is poisonous and for that reason you have to prepare it carefully. You have to boil it a few times. I announced on the air that I had tons of it growing over here in Memphis and my buddy, Willie, called and said I needed to gather it up and take it home and boil it, then boil it again, then boil it one more time and cook it and eat it. I rejected that idea but told him he was welcome to come get it. Of course, no one got it because when I got here this week, it was outrageous!! I mean over the top of the fence. I gave up and went and bought some clipper things, a small rake and some Roundup. Tonight, I attacked the poke salad. I clipped it down, raked that up and then sprayed Roundup on all of it. I am hoping when I return next week, it will be dead. Poke Salad bites the dust. One tidbit I did learn about Poke Salad (and another compelling reason to not eat it) is that it grows by b
eing left by a bird in a, shall we say, "deposit". Hmm, so I can deduce that for some reason my patio is just a huge bird toilet. This pic on the left is poke salad, just in case you were dying to see what it looked like!!
How do you take your poke salad?
Sunny California
Greetings from sunny Fresno. In fact, it is a bit too sunny. It is beyond sunny and is "cookin". It was 105 degrees here today.
105! You know, once you hit 100 - does it matter how high it goes. It is melting, sticky, stinky hot and there is nothing you can do about it.
Sure, there was a bit of a breeze today BUT it was a hot breeze. It was like blowing a heater on you. It was not much comfort. Add to that the fact the the room we are training in has no air. Yep, it is broken. Talk about some unhappy campers in that room today. Particularly, me. I cannot stand to be hot. I would much rather be cold. You can always add more clothes. Being cold does not make you sticky and stinky.
Another note - notice the O in Fresno in the post card above? "It don't look like that here." I am thinking that pic is from Yosemite, which is not all that far from here, but Fresno does not look like that. At least I have not seen it.
Another thing, finding a grocery store was a chore. What is up with that? Is there a rule about grocery stores in Fresno? We found two this afternoon but they were, technically, in Clovis and not Fresno.
Send me a/c vibes. I need it..... I feel like the wicked witch on the Wizard of Oz that screeches "I'm melting....." come to think of it, I sort of look like her too!
Never thought I would be somewhere that had me wishing for Arkansas in July!!!
