Ok, listen.

My mind is racing so fast to get this blog out because it is BLOGGY GOLD.

I went to a show tonight at a place called The Rutledge. Or so the huge black stamp on my hand says. My roomie has met a guy at the YMCA and he plays in a band… blah blah Nash-blah, and so we went to see the band.

I’m not going to tell you the name. And here is why. Because I am about to spend the next few minutes of your time making fun of reliving the experience for you.  Let’s just call the lead singer Ron.

So Ron is your typical jerk.  Cutey-patootey, tall, dark, and handsome, six pack, white shirt unbuttoned half-way down.  He absolutely totally looks like he should star on a soap opera, and according to his website- he has.  Glorious.  And he sings like he was raised on the Top Gun soundtrack.  Women ALL OVER THE PLACE were buying him drinks.  Roomie and I are just kicking back and watching the whole thing.  He’ll get a drink from Lucky Lady A and then proceeds to sit her down in the northwest corner.  Lucky Lady B will buy a drink and he will direct her to the southeast corner.  A lady in every corner.  NO LIE.  It was like watching some type of beautifully choreographed ballroom dancing.  Except trashier.

So he performs, sings his songs- namely one called “Hotty”, where, if I remember correctly, the lyrics were “HOTTY HOTTY with a smokin’ HOT BODY”.

[And that's when I decided that I will get paid to write songs here.]

After the show, Ron is working the crowd, mainly the flock that is standing at his feet at the stage.  Suddenly, he enters the people.  Mr. Popularity Himself walking among the commoners.

And this is when the story went from good to OH-MY-AWESOME.

Because he’s shaking hands, kissing babies, etc. through the whole crowd.  He heads towards our table, shakes hands with dude sitting with us.  Then looks at me, expectantly.

I say, “You were awesome.”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the first lie I’ve told in the state of Tennessee.

But it was all worth is when Ron took my hand between both his hands, looked deep into my eyes, and said, “Thank you, baby.”

BABY?  I looked at roomie, while Ron is still standing there, and said, “Did that just happen?  Because that was the highlight of my day.  It doesn’t get any more bloggable than that.”

Then I proceeded to explain “bloggable” because God bless her sweet heart she doesn’t speak blog-ese.  Yet.

But are you KIDDING ME?!?  BABY?!?  This man that I have been watching all night in a “what will the freak show do next” kind of way just called me BABY.  That is sweet sweet nectar for a blogger like myself.

All I can figure is that he must have seen my leopard print key and assumed I was part of his harem.

This is one of those posts that will really be most enjoyable for my family. Because the common blog reader may not enjoy four minutes of me showing off my new room.

A few notes of interest:

#1- I really don’t have fleas.

#2- Don’t stress about the mail situation. I’m sure it will work out fine.

#3- I don’t know why I said “blog” like that.

#4- The end is far less convincing than I feel. I promise.

Uh… for now, you are going to have to watch the video on youtube.  Click THIS LINK to see my first installment of NASHVILLE VLOGS.  Sorry, maybe I can learn how to embed videos on this here new blog sometime soon.

I’m listening to Ten Out of Tenn right now, and I’ll have to say, it makes me quite disappointed that I moved here and left all my musical talent packed in some box in Atlanta. Because it would sure come in handy now. These people are good.

For you facebook people, I changed networks today. Did they have to phrase it so harshly?

“You can only be in one regional network at a time. If you join the Nashville, TN network, you will leave the Atlanta, GA network.”

Sheesh. I got it. I live in Nashville now. Back off, facebook.

So… when I said I wasn’t really working on my blog, that was only half-true. I was working on THIS blog.

I figured if I was moving cities, I should go ahead and move blogs too, right? Why not be COMPLETELY uncomfortable and out of place in EVERY arena of life? Sounds good to me.

At least there is some solice. I CAN DO THIS ALL I WANT. Oh the humor that can be magnified by just a little line through some strategically placed words. Glorious.

So look around, see what you think, and let me know. This is NOT the final template, there will be far more color in the near future. But for now, I totally dig it.

Please change your bookmarks, bloglines, google reader, blogroll whateva- to Annie Blogs and link to ANNIEBLOGS.COM

Next post I PROMISE will contain much information and a possible video regarding the move to Nashville. So far so good. Well, not really “so good”, more like “I wish I could go home but I love God very much and I know He has called me to this so I’m going to stay and I’m choosing to believe that this is the greatest thing God has ever done for me”.

But that just doesn’t have that same easy ring, does it?

I have a love for the Bravo Network. Not all shows, mind you. Let me start by saying that I am NOT endorsing the beliefs of this channel or every show. There are a couple that I absolutely DO NOT watch and think they suck the good out of the room if they are on TV. But there are some shows. Sigh. That I love deeply. And instead of sucking good out of the room, they fill the room with beauty and light and pure enjoyment.

That may be a slight exaggeration. But you know what I mean.

Which shows, you ask? Continue on.

#1-Top Chef.
A cooking show that pits chef against chef in competitions. A reality game show foody-Survivor kind of thing. My bfry Haley and I used to watch episode after episode. We could discuss it at length. I’m not a chef, but I am a bit of a foody. I have a deep appreciation for well made food with high quality ingredients, like my friends Jake and Melissa. So, I can watch Top Chef challenges, quick fire competitions, and back stabbing baking non-stop. I was just looking on the Bravo website and they offer “Top Chef” ringtones. Hmm. Riddle me that one. Is my phone going to ring to the sound of a blender making a sun-dried tomato and olive oil emulsion?

That’s right. I just dropped an “emulsion”. I got that kind of skill. Thanks to Tom and Padma.

#2- Project Runway.
Fashion. Accessories. Tim Gunn. I can ask for no more from one series. My friend Jamie does a ridiculously fabulous job of recapping the show each week. The episode that I am currently watching has the contestants building an outfit out of a photo they took of New York at night. I love their attitudes, how Suede insists on talking in 3rd person, and the store they go to that has walls and walls of fabric. I have no idea how to sew, or really dress fashionably at all, but that one building makes me drool.

A judge just said “That outfit says ‘I have a knife and I will cut you’. I love it.” I wish I had an outfit that said that. I think my Old Navy jeans and black fleece say something more along the lines of “I have a spoon and I will eat you.” Touche.

#3- Real Housewives of the OC/NYC.
Both of them. Love ‘em. Listen, I’m not saying I want to BE these women cause I don’t. I’m just saying that nothing says relaxation like watching really rich women play tennis on the Hamptons, go to Fashion Week events, and purchase purses that cost about the same as my Toyota Camry. And are almost as big.

#4- Shear Genius.
I’m new to this one, but I like it so far. Maybe because I am in a bad need of a cool haircut. I’ve only seen two episodes but I am unofficially hooked. They used about forty-two different shades of dye, forty-two different brushes, and forty-two different ways to argue about who was the best stylist. And who is the most genius. I can answer that- THE PEOPLE WHO MADE THIS SHOW.

And my very favorite. The creme de la creme. The one show that could receive a standing BRAVO from me. Every episode.

#5- Flipping Out.
I must take a deep breath because this show is just that good to me. Let me expound. If I can do this without standing up and cheering. First of all, they flip AMAZING houses and when he’s ready to put them on the market, they are full of fine fine FINE furniture.

Jeff, the star, is completely OCD and bossy and insensitive and I adore him. He has me hook, line, and rude little sinker. He fires people for forgetting guacamole, for heaven’s sake. That’s a shockingly low tolerance for mistakes and I say yes sir you deserve your own show.

The whole thing is so beautifully high stress and every decision is a really big deal, or so Jeff believes. And we get to watch it all.

So if you’ve been wondering how my writing career has been doing, or if I have gotten all my packing done, I hope this blog answers that question for you.

Ahem.