Wow. Lotta cheese. Yummy Italian food at some place I can’t pronounce in DC… Thomas Circle area.

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Oh, people! Her Nashville has gone glossy!

I can’t hardly wait to get my hands on the May issue and see for myself. (But I can’t go get one right now since I’m about to board a plane to DC*). In the meantime, we can all check out the Chic Geek’s latest column, Datta Girl!, here; it’s a cautionary tale.

Please spread the word to the non-techish loved ones in your life: you don’t own your stuff when you house it on your work computer. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles.

I’ll share a small teaser: Read More…

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Three bullets For one Sentence

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These are the beautiful flowers Client Matt walked over to me last week; thanks, Matt!

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Dave and I have been trying to soak up every bit of balcony time possible, since the likelyhood of Team Newman’s DC Bureau having one is slim.

We’re also gonna miss watching all the folks in our building hang out by the pool and become urban lobsters. (D, I bet you are hurting today buddy. We’ve got aloe in the fridge if you wanna come down and use it.)

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Watching 30,000 healthy folks run the Country Music Marathon while listening to some band BUTCHER “shook me all night long” (sigh).

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Yay! Lookie what I got at my Work Going Away Party last night! Thanks Abby and Joe! (and DF!)

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I didn’t catch on to what he was doing right away, but it seems that Dave is on a mission to ensure I eat, drink and drive around all of my favorite Nashville landmarks before our departure to DC.

So far, we’ve hit up Rose Pepper, Calypso, Yazoo, the Loveless Cafe, Old Spaghetti Factory, the Mexican place on 2nd, the Mexican place on 4th, Solo Mio (twice) and of course, CREMA.

It’s about the sweetest thing EVER, I must say. You need to understand that Dave is not a fan of the super spontaneous, loud or suburban. So to have him keep taking me to all these places on a moment’s notice at whatever time it happens to be (rush hour, happy hour, etc) really means a lot.

See, I was driving around Nashville bawling in Bobby’s Jeep (sold my car last week) thinking about how much I’m gonna miss this town and my friends, family, condo, Nashville Predators, CREMA, etc. Thanks to Dave, I’m getting to say my proper goodbyes to old Nashvegas, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.

FYI: it’s difficult to write a post about how sweet your husband is when he’s playing with some DISGUSTING NEW iPHONE APP the entire time you are writing nice things about him. Correction: Dave says the app is not new, just an update. We regret the error.

Anyway, folks always laugh when I say Team Newman, but that’s really what this marriage is; don’t think for a minute I don’t know how lucky we are. Even if my husband is a weirdo.

Holy (tiny) cow. This commercial made me cry, I laughed so hard. Watch it right NOW.

Hey ladies*, you know know what the begining of the month means: that’s right, it’s time for a newest issue of Her Nashville! (yay!)

Watching “American Idol” with a gaggle of opinionated, hilarious and snarky folk, you’ve laughed out loud, been slightly offended and learned something new. Someone just threw a sheep at you, forcing you to retaliate with a good strong poke. Clad in your favorite un-matching PJ’s, you aren’t at a rowdy bar; you’re on Facebook, interacting with a real-time stream of status updates while Simon serves up another thoughtfully crafted verbal bashing. Read More…