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I haven’t been feeling very blogilicious lately. Something about warmer weather, traveling for baseball every $*%&^)@#$%^ weekend and instagram. It’s so easy to pop up photos for instant gratification that my instagram account has just about taken over. Here are a few of my recent faves.






Better yet, just come see the photos as I post them. My feed is chock full of kitties, flowers and FABRIC. The sewing bug got hold of me again, so I’m back to it, and trying my hand at quilting! Find me on Instagram as wwwindylou

Meet Hugo, the latest Millionaire sob story. This little lost sweetheart showed up on our doorstep, cold and starving. I haven’t been able to locate an owner, so it looks like we have kitty number 8.


We seem to have acquired another cat. We waited several days, trying to locate an owner for this little lump of skin and bones we found freezing on the front porch. Now he has been named: Hugo. He’s scared shitless of anything that moves, but drum practice didn’t faze him at all. He’s super cute, but literally skin and bones. I can feel each bone in his body. I’m afraid to rub his fur too hard in case it’s tender to have your bones poking out so.

He’s not the kitty I would have chosen for our last baby, but he must have known which porch was the best. He’s hit the jackpot here. Isn’t he cute? He better be, ’cause we aren’t getting any more kitties for a long, LONG time.


*HAPPY HAPPY UPDATE: The Germantown has changed their membership policies effective immediately!  All families are now included! *


I’m really angry this morning. I’ve been angry all night actually. A high school friend that I keep up with on facebook has been denied a GYM MEMBERSHIP because he, his partner and their children are not a “family” as defined by the membership application at Germantown Athletic Club (at least partially funded by taxpayer money.) Is this REALLY happening in 2013? I know lots of people who are not on board with gay marriage and legal status. Whatever. But a GYM MEMBERSHIP? Does. Not. Compute.

The worst of it is that the personnel informed my friend that they didn’t qualify for a family membership IN FRONT OF HIS CHILDREN. What a disgrace.

Last night Adam posted his frustration, offense and sadness on facebook. Many people have begun to cause a fuss on Germantown Athletic Club’s facebook page. Now the club wants to keep this quiet. What the WHAT?!?

Talk about a stupid move. Now I feel like shouting it from the rooftops that discrimination is alive and well in Germantown, TN. In addition, when I shared this information on my own facebook page, a different friend informed me that Bartlett Rec HAS THE SAME POLICY. What is wrong with people?

Please let the Germantown Athletic Club know how offensive and discriminatory their PRINTED policy on family is.

From the website
Family memberships are defined as husband, wife and children 18 years or younger for which they have custody. Additionally, full-time college students who are 24 years of age and younger may be added to a family or a couple membership at $25 per child. Verification of full-time college enrollment is required.

Samantha Boyd, Membership Sales Advisor at 901-757-7372 or sboyd@germantown-tn.gov.


Twitter: @GtownAthClub 



I’ve been sitting here staring at this empty text window for oh, about 10 minutes now. Nothing is coming to me. Is that writer’s block? Can you get writer’s block if you don’t feel qualified to call yourself a writer?

There are a million things I should be doing right now and none appeal. We have no Christmas tree up, no lights, my desk clutter is threatening to swallow me whole. Our DIY flooring project is on hold until payday. My brain wants us to do a pre-holiday clean up and organization of the house, but I can’t bring myself to get started. All I really want to do is go get my next tattoo, but that is on hold until payday as well. Does this happen to everyone? Do you get stuck in a thinking rut of all the stuff you have to accomplish but focus on the most inappropriate thing because everything else seems so out of reach?

I need a jump start. Some kind of kick in the pants to get me moving in the right direction. Maybe I just need my tattoo.

I have so many things swirling around my head to write about. Sometimes dumping it in one spot helps me clear my mind enough to move forward. There. I admitted it. So here are the posts I’d love to do, but haven’t found a way to gel into coherent thoughts. My hope is that I can put this out there for accountability purposes:

  • More kitty introductions. The world definitely needs more cat photos on the internet.
  • Further discussion of the Deep Clean Extravaganza
  • My dysfunctional extended family and the emotional blackmail and abuse that come along for the ride – there’s so much I could probably write a book. Not even kidding a little bit.
  • Crafty shits. I don’t feel like I’ve gotten my craft on all year. That makes me sad. I blame a summer heat wave and no A/C
  • Gonerfest 9 photos.
  • My awesome Shutterfly cards & super duper adorable TinyPrints return address labels (just about my only creative efforts this year)
  • Product review for an awesome pet product that I LOVE.
  • An upcoming giveaway and blog hop – stay tuned because this one is imminent.

While I was in Memphis I busted ass trying to help my mother get her house in shape. I emptied out cabinet after cabinet of stuff, cleared out the fridge and scrubbed what I could. While I did some of the more down and dirty jobs, my mom diligently got rid of boxes and boxes of clothes.

One of my mother’s big fears when cleaning is getting rid of something that is useful or that someone else could benefit from. Unfortunately, this means her heart of gold has her saving things that could help a friend, colleague or student in need, but that don’t end up ever leaving her house. With lots of discussion about how it was not helping her be healthy and happy to keep all these things she agreed to start filling boxes with items to donate. At first she wanted to fill the boxes to take to church, school or send to somebody who might know somebody, but I was able to help her see that we needed to get things OUT. We settled on putting an ad on Craigslist for people to come and just take whatever was on the curb, and we agreed that if no one came by to take it, I would take anything left to Goodwill. (Goodwill was the nearest charity to her house) Believe it or not, I only had to take one load to Goodwill. Everything else was picked up off the curb – I saw one family stop several times. As I relayed this to her, she was able to feel better about her things going to a family for free.

Cleaning out food was another matter altogether. We had our most tense moments dealing with food, medicines and trinkets stored in the kitchen and bathroom. Food is a very touchy topic with my mom as when I was very small she and my father were very, very, poor. Throwing food away simply does.not.compute. It took me calling a Memphis area food bank to convince her (and my dad, who grew up in poverty) that if it was too expired for the food bank, it was too long expired to keep or give away.

While I left the house cleaner than I found it, I felt a deep sense of failure that even my loose expectations were shattered. As I worked steadily for a week on the kitchen, my kitchen cleaning breaks were spent clearing out and cleaning other rooms in the house. I was able to tackle an endless stream of laundry – mostly clean that had pet hair, dust or had simply been sitting so long no one could remember if it was clean or not. I sorted the mystery sock pile and was able to sift through items that no longer fit or were wanted. (This was aside from the clean clothing mom was simultaneously sifting through in several closest and bedrooms) I was able to clean most of the cabinets in the kitchen – emptying them, scrubbing them, scrubbing the contents and putting everything back. The kitchen ceiling was primed and painted (water damage from a storm) But I never finished fully cleaning even ONE room.

Let that sink in for a minute.

Not even one room was left fully clean and organized. Even so, even with the disappointment I felt with myself, I can now call this venture a success. How can I change my mind so completely now? My mom called me yesterday to report on what she has been doing since I left. Never in a million years did I think I would hear those words coming from her! I am so proud of her for soldiering on even without help! Happy, happy, joy, joy!




Damn! It’s my most searched post. A tongue in cheek sass to Lucero singer Ben Nichols’ at the time girlfriend, Memphis school-mate and model Mary Cullen Weeden. The pair were featured in a Memphis Flyer hottest couple issue in 2005 – that’s the image of the cover. This is the post everyone finds, and seven years later I regret using the term superbitch, even jokingly. It was unbecoming, especially because Mary Cullen Weeden is so damn nice. Frankly, I’m ashamed of myself.

So where are they now?

Ben Nichols – still scruffy, still skinny, still sporting the requisite white t-shirt and jeans. Lucero is still going strong, rockin out in bars all over the country.

Mary Cullen Weeden – Now Mary Cullen Underhill-Pomeroy. What a beautiful sweetheart! She’s put the modeling life behind her and is on to new ventures. I had a chance to catch up with Mary Cullen while I was in Memphis for Gonerfest/Deep Clean Extravaganza 2012. She’s working at the beautiful Pavo Salon in the Laurelwood Shopping Center in East Memphis. After doing the whole world traveler model thing, and then spending some time in the bar tender/hot waitress scene, she’s settled into married life & a new career as a hair stylist. She’s got an awesome apprenticeship going at Pavo and did an amazing job cutting my hair!



At this point I don’t even know what I can say. The entire process is taking much longer than I expected, and I felt I was giving myself leeway for things to go wrong.

A full week later, I still haven’t finished IN THE KITCHEN. Other rooms have been cleared a  here and there to make space or to act as a holding place. Some small areas have had a thorough scrub, but not a single room is actually clean. We have put countless boxes of clothing and miscellaneous items at the curb, which disappear almost as fast as we put it out. But there is always more. And more. And more.  Without and end to the habit of lying things down “just for a minute” or and end to the ” need” of extraneous stuff, there’s no way this job will ever end.

Without a serious change in habits, no one will be able to tell I’ve even been there even a few days after I’ve gone. I have reached my limit emotionally and mentally. Sadly, I have to admit defeat. The disorder wins. The hoard comes out on top.



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