Author Archives: Jen
Via knoxnews.com, the most unscientific survey of all time: The online retailer based its declaration on sales data of romantic comedy movies (DVDS and digital movies), Barry White CDs and MP3s, relationship books and romance novels (print as well as Kindle Books) and “sexual wellness” products. The tallies cover sales since January 1, on a [...]
Last year Memphis in May gave clues to the Beale Street Music Festival’s lineup via the “likes” on its official Facebook page. If their current “likes” are an indication, they have once again stepped up the talent (with a few exceptions, of course). The Bo-Keys Victor Wainwright and The WildRoots Dr. Dog Prosevere Drew Holcomb [...]
“This is, like, the fourth time I’ve taken this class.” But it was the first time this year I’ve had the “high school dream.” I’m sent back to high school to complete an unfinished course, usually in math or science. I pull every lock, trying to remember which locker is mine. (Note to dream self: [...]
The wedding is in 71 days. Thanks, Target and Macy’s, for reminding me whenever I log in to add stuff to our registries. I really had no idea. Anyway, sending out invitations is the next big item on our agenda. I ordered ours from Wedding Paper Divas about a month ago and decided to address them [...]
It was a mid-sized black pickup, not old, but not really new either. Big enough to haul a loveseat but not a full-length sofa. It had a Memphis Tigers novelty plate on the front, so I assumed the driver was going to the game too. The driver’s side door was swung wide open. As I [...]
The NBA’s best Tweeter weighs in on a controversial topic in social media: @FredAstaireME who cares!! I’m a boss!! Where ever I stand! — Tony Allen (@aa000G9) January 26, 2012 Related: Tony Allen on how to handle haters
Really, Facebook photo tag spammers? Leave the man alone.
This is healthy, right? Don’t answer that.
I had to take off my ring after I ate this sandwich.* Not because I wanted to track down Mr. Danver and marry him instead, but because the ring was too tight for my salt-swollen fingers. That’s the ultimate compliment for a fast-food restaurant. Until a couple years ago, like many people in Memphis, I [...]
