Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

I have no idea where this post will eventually go, but I have to relate a hilarious remark by my mother (WHO ELSE?). We accidentally tuned in to the Kennedy Center Awards show during the George Jones bit and after my whole family rattled the rafters about George Bush sitting next to George Jones in the stands being a redneck (we only watched it to make fun of George B), this exchange happened:

Mom: Alan Jackson's from North Florida. (Where we're from)
Me: No, he's from Georgia. (How do you like the fact I even fucking know this??????)
My cousin: Who cares, he's a fucking redneck!
Another cousin: He sang that down on the Chattahoochee song, that's about Florida or something?
Mom: YEAH!
Me: The river comes from Georgia, christ, how is everyone so ignorant of geography in states that border the one we come from? This is just pathetic.
My mom: Who cares about states that aren't Florida?

Exactly. Thanks, mom, for articulating that. I think you expressed the exact sentiment of my entire family and all people being in Florida (as we all were).

Garth Brooks has white hair now. I feel old.

( A few crappy pics of the new puppy )

My aunt and I are calling the dog Ivana Pupnova, my mom's resisting, but she's going to lose.

She's a belgian griffon/schitzu mix. I think at this point everyone in my family has a schitzu or a mix that's partially one. If you've never had one, I feel very sorry for you.

I'll take some better pictures later. I'm a crap photographer and have no patience to follow the dog around.

Happy New Year!

Tomorrow, maybe recipes.