Yeah, but can you speak German to me?
Klinde on what not to call her German husband:
The other night I was enjoying cocktails with some girlfriends at our local watering hole. An acquantance of mine (and the German’s) stopped by my table and asked me “where is your Nazi”? I s**t you not. Y’all, he called my husband a nazi!! I was floored. All 5′3″ of me stood up and told this (over 6′) ass that if he “ever calls my husband that again, I will personally kick his a**”. I was flabbergasted that he thought this was acceptable. He just did not get how vulgar, insulting and hurtful that is/was. I do not call ANYONE a racial slur. The jack-a** that called my German that finally (a few weeks later and after being shunned by many people for calling my husband that) approached my German and apologized. My husband graciously accepted. He is more forgiving than I am in that manner. I am still a little p***y about it but realize if he can forgive than I have to as well.
Yeah, I’d be pretty angry, too. Being German =/= being a Nazi. Wow, people are jerks sometimes. Klinde’s got a whole list of things that irk the German, like asking him to speak German to ya, unless you want to hear something specific. I can see now how that would make someone mad, but I have pretty much always asked people who speak foreign languages to speak that language to me. Oops, I’ll stop now, heh.
Celebrating together in Heaven
Chip’s aunt has passed away. He writes:
Instead of making this a sappy post, I’m excited in the fact that now my mother, her mother, her aunt, our grandpa, and great grandmother are all celebrating the rest of eternity together.
First, I’m so sorry for your loss, Chip. I think that’s a great way to look at it. Me, I’ve always been a little afraid that Heaven will be so filled with people like Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell that I might not want to go there. But thinking about people like my grandpa being there, it might not be such a bad place after all.
Wishing him well
Newscoma’s dad is having an emergency CT. Keep him and Newscoma in your thoughts.
You’ll always be a hero to me, John.
My blogger-something John H says:
Ya wanna be a hero, and maybe for a few minutes you are…to your kids, to the person you picked up on the side of the road when their car was over-heated, but in less than a minute your kids see you as human and the guy behind you is honking because you aren’t paying attention to the split second that the light turned green and the boss that loves you retires and a new order beckons.
I understand this so totally. I think a lot of people do, that’s why our cultural fascination with superheroes exists. But keep in mind, the people that see us as heroes, see us that way even with all our flaws. The flaws are what makes a person more endearing, in most cases. Even irascible people like John, ha.
Head on over to Hutchmo’s to read the rest.
Ginger speaks: on Gerry and Justice
I love how Ginger can take 2 totally different subjects and meld them together in the same post. Observe:
Ginger’s brush with fame-
First try was a busy signal. Second try it rang…and rang…and rang…and rang. I thought, “Well, it looks like I just might get through!”. And the line rang…and rang…and rang… Then, silence. Then, “Good morning! Who is this?”
Wait. I was expecting a call screener so we could get a bit of what we’re gonna talk about. This is Gerry himself. OH CRAP, I’m LIVE on the air.
“Good morning, Gerry, this is Ginger.” So, he does the usual and customary “Ginger joke”…this one was, “So are you going to treat everybody “gingerly” today?” heh. I did a courtesy giggle.
Same post, but about impoverished defendents and the justice they receive-
Bottom line, is that with this much of an uneven playing field, it all increases the likelihood that mistakes are being made, sometimes putting innocent people in jail, perhaps getting falsely charged, or even pressured to plea out a case.
This, while the guilty are out there free to commit more crimes.
What does this lead to: greater financial cost, human cost, and no public confidence in the criminal justice system.
Unreliable results and an unjust system.
That’s Ginger, courtesy giggling one moment, speaking intelligently about a serious subject the next.
Ode to a friend
Newscoma writes a beautiful tribute to her friend that passed away:
He was a black and white sort of man, not a lot of gray. I used to call him ‘Dirty David’ in homage to Clint Eastwood’s ‘Harry’ movies. I worked with him quite a bit in my younger days when I covered court a bit more than I do now. Most recently, he was the lead investigator for our local judicial district’s Attorney General and he would fill me in on information that sometimes I didn’t know about.
Go read the rest, it’s really moving. I always thought, if I have to die, I want it to happen when I’m still hanging out with bloggers. It would be awesome to have people all over the internet mostly saying good things about me. The only problem about that is, I won’t be around to read it. Can’t win ‘em all!
One Proud Papa
I was waiting for these to pop up, and hoping they might before I shut down for the evening. Great pics, and if my eyes don’t deceive me, I do believe I also spot a Hutchmo son in the mix of handsome groomsmen.
Congratulations to the newest Mr. & Mrs. Woo, and may you have many happy years together. See all the photos and links to Kerry’s Flickr set here.
Tonight on Fox, “When Families Attack!”
I usually cackle with glee whenever Aunt B.’s family is in town or she’s off seeing them, or has had one or more of them on the phone, because they’re almost always entertaining. This time, however, it made me tired just to read:
In the time that they’ve been here, we’ve discussed why my house is so dirty, whether my toilets could be cleaner, if I’m doing enough to keep the tub from clogging, why they have to wait for me to do the dishes, whether it’s okay to put Diet Dr Pepper on the laptop, why they have to play sh*tty video games and can’t they get on the computer instead, whether I’m going to the doctor enough or at all or whether it’s rude for me to refuse to talk to them about it, doesn’t matter, they will explain to the kids how I should be going to the doctor twice a year since I refuse to discuss it, whether I’m overdressed for CiCi’s Pizza, if I have quarters, whether they can take my car down to the Brewhouse, whether they can’t just stay here, if I’m doing enough to prepare just in case I lose my job, whether I’m doing enough to make sure the Butcher gets his act together, whether I’m gaining weight, if I seem to be losing weight in a way that suggests I’m sickly, why I don’t buy the same lightbulbs they do, whether they should bring me their old lightbulbs, if there’s anything to drink in the fridge, why my neighbor’s wife left him, if she was indeed his wife, what Mexican dish has cheese and butter in it, whether you’re supposed to eat the corn husks on tamales, if it’s okay that the littlest nephew only wears muscle shirts, why he can’t sit next to me in the van, and so on.
Head over to Tiny Cat Pants if you’re of the mind to and tell her to hang in there. It’ll be over soon, B., they won’t stay forever!
Woo! Like Bond, James Bond
Woo! Here’s something you don’t see every day… check out Kerry in that tux!
Lots more pre-wedding photos at the Wonder House of Dawg as Number One Son is getting hitched today.
Big congratulations to the happy new Woo couple and proud papa (who has another offspring wedding this summer as well, poor dad)!
I’d Be Rethinking That Family Plan…
Sista fills us in on one of the drawbacks of cellphones
Brotherly Love
the simple way is a New Monastic order in Philadelphia.
Like other New Monastic orders, their creed is to live simply and use their lives in service to those who need.
Yesterday morning a 7-alarm fire destroyed the simple way Community Center and left several nearby families homeless.
a 7 alarm fire is big and tough to handle with the row home neighborhoods in philly. my feelings come from being a firefighter across the river in nj (which had some row homes) but mostly i grew up watching these incidents a number of times over the years and hearing of the people displaced.
If you would like to help the simple way or any of the displaced families, please visit the simple way dot org
Some Welcome News
May be Not
Unlike many of us, W does not care for the month of May. But he has a very good reason:
[A]s cancer usually does, it came back. He lasted a year before it finally got him. And that’s why May 2007 sucked harder than May 2006. I don’t really have the writing ability to give him the sort of tribute he deserves, but I’m at least going to share a few of my memories of him.
The rest is a beautiful snapshot of a loving relationship.
Brother, Can You Spare A Dime?
Over at his Metroblogging gig, Chris Wage has some thoughts about panhandling.
So, look — I realize panhandling is annoying. But if you look at this scenario from the big picture, isn’t it a little weird? I have lived here long enough that I consider this my home — downtown is my neighborhood. I didn’t like the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach when I walked away while a cop lectured someone for talking to me. I am not sure I am ready to live a society where we have cops scuttling around on their little motorized platforms, butting in between people to enforce who they can and can’t talk to on a public street.
Padre Day
Ginger spent an interesting day yesterday.
I gotta tell ya that even more heartwarming than the great food was the Spirit in this household. Alicia’s sister and other family members were there, as well as about 10 beautiful children running around and playing happily. There was the most gorgeous, precious baby girl who stole my heart. She had this beautiful dark, curly hair and the biggest brown eyes I think I have ever seen. Mack said it best when he said that you could see the whole world in those eyes.
Parti With Slarti
Slartibartfast is part of a band, and that band is part of a throwdown shindig tomorrow night.
Community Coffehouse at New Beginnings Fellowship , Saturday night (the 16th) at 7:00 pm. There is a $3 cover, and the folks at New Beginnings are going to be working on baked goods and coffees all day Saturday to sell that night. I’ve broken bread with these folks before - they can cook!
The lineup will not disappoint: Bryan Cummming, Radnur Siitam, Steven Troy and X-ALT; hosted by Jennifer Herron of WSMV and WSM-AM. Rehearsal was GREAT on Tuesday, I can tell you that X-Alt is going to rock. We have Katy Seale back, and the horn section will be there (thanks to fill-in sax player, Bryan Cumming). … I promise you, even if you aren’t one for “Christian” music, you are going to walk away having heard great music.
New Beginings Church is located at 7700 George E Horn Road (just past the interstate on Hwy 70) in Bellevue.
Bonefish Fundraiser
News 2 VJ Todd Dunn invites all to a fundraiser to help the son of fallen Staff Sgt. Golczynski.
Many of our servivemen and woman are giving their lives for our country and many are living children fatherless and motherless. Those of us is Middle Tennessee have a chance to help one young man who will grow up without his father. The BoneFish Grill in Murfreesboro is holding a fundraiser dinner to help Christian Golcynski, who lost his father to enemy fire while serving our country in Iraq.
Here is more information for anyone who wants to go and help out this young man.
Christian Golczynski, 8, receives the flag from his father’s casket from Lt. Col. Ric Thompson during the graveside service at Wheeler Cemetery in Bedford County. Golczynski’s father, Marcus, was killed by enemy fire in Iraq last week. Photo courtesy of DNJ/Aaron Thompson.
Yeah. What She Said.
Newscoma has written a great post, large chunks of which appear to have been copied down as she read my mind.
Sometimes I just don’t think I’m as together. My fervor for politics has waned recently as I’ve just been so disappointed to the point of throwing my hands in the air. My job is what it is. My life isn’t bad, but sometimes I just don’t think I have it “together.”
Blogger Meet-Up Roundup
Last night’s Blogger Meet-Up was a smashing good time. It’s always fantastic to meet everyone in public. I’ll be posting recaps of the meetup here as they trickle in.
Thanks Brittney for engaging us to have a voice via weblogs and build a community. We’ve come too far to see Nashville Is Talking grow with the richness of relationships not to be silenced.
We are not a bad looking group, y’all. I hadn’t really noticed how handsome our guys are en masse. Many of them too young for me, unfortunately, but handsome.
After going to so many of these things, I’m amazed that there are still scores of people I haven’t yet met.
I think I may have offered to be our young weatherman’s Demi Moore to his Atchton Kutcher last night.
Thursday Night Fever–The Reminder Post
Just a reminder:
There is an official Nashville Blogger Meetup tonight at The Flying Saucer in Downtown Nashville.
What makes it official? Nothing officially.
Who is welcome? Absolutely anyone who wants to come hang out with a bunch of (mostly) shy introverts who are having to work up the courage to go–even as we speak.
What is the occassion? To toast Brittney for all her efforts on behalf of Nashville is Talking for the past two-plus years.
Please come. Even if you’ve been having a bad day.
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