Recently I traveled to Texas for a theatre conference. My first day there I ran into a Nashville acquaintance and the first thing she told me: "You look so Nashville!" This made me happy as I take that statement to mean that I have adapted to my new home in a sense and now reflect a bit of that in my everyday attire. No, I don't wear bling-ed out jeans and multi-colored cowboy boots, but I think I have picked up the essence of Nashville in a way. Nashville style is very unique and particular, and after spending a few months here I can earnestly say that if someone pushed me from a plane into an unknown city (and yes, they would have to PUSH me) and I landed in Nashville, I would know where I was. People here, for the most part, just LOOK Nashville. Of course, many people bend the rules but I am speaking about the majority.
THERE'S NO STYLE LIKE NASHVILLE STYLE
Hot Feet Syndrome
Some people suffer from cold feet, and I am not talking about that intense desire to run from the wedding altar like Julia Roberts' character in Runaway Bride. Literally, some people have poor circulation that causes their extremities, mainly their feet and hands, to lose blood and retain a sense of frigidity something akin to The Corpse Bride's appendages. Occasionally, this event does occur for me in my hands. When I discover this happening, I immediately have two goals: to warm my hands or to touch Scott so that he can appreciate my special power to turn hands into blocks of ice. At this point, he usually screams like a girl and calls me The Corpse Bride. This brings me much merriment, and the added laughter probably sends fresh, warm blood to my hands. It's really a win-win situation.
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BABIES ARE ALIENS. But I want one.
Ok, so it's no secret that I have been feeling the maternal instinct kicking in for about a year now. I got married when I was 22, and immediately thereafter everyone began asking me when Scott and I were going to start a family. I had started teaching high school at the time and my students were strangely obsessed with me having a baby. I guess to them I was an "older" woman and it was just the understood course of nature. That and the fact that they were getting pregnant at the same time.
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TODDLERS AND TIARAS AND THERAPY
I recently caught an episodes of TLC's "Toddlers and Tiaras" and I have to say that that it was more terrifying than any horror film ever made. In case you have never seen the show before, it's basically an inside look at beauty pageants for girls and boys about 6 years old and younger. The episode that I caught had one baby in the pageant who was two weeks old. No lie. Two weeks. I'm pretty sure that the baby should have been home working on basic things like breathing, eating, sleeping... but noooooooooo Mommy needed to show him off to an audience of strangers for hours. What was his talent, you ask? Well, he couldn't hold his head up, he didn't have any teeth, and he was probably gassy, so I'm guessing just sitting there looking at the audience and sending silent cries for help. The newborn baby, however, was not the saddest part of the show.
MARRIED TO MR. ETHICAL
It's official.
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WHAT'S IN A NAME?
Everyone always wants to know how I got about spelling my name B-E-K-I (though I go by Beeki on the blogs). This question actually strikes me as odd since I didn't, contrary to popular belief, name myself. I suppose that some people do change the spellings of their names once they are 18, but if I had done that I would have dramatically altered my name to "Cleopatra" or something sassy like that. Anyway, to understand my name, one must know my legal first name: Rebekah. This is the King James spelling of my name, which is more special knowing that my brothers and I each have one Old Testament and one New Testament name:
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