Perfection

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With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Julie the Hippo

Julie, a beloved hippopotamus at the Memphis Zoo, went to the giant Serengeti in the sky yesterday.

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Hippos are my favorite animal. Memphis is my favorite zoo. May Julie spend her second act splashing in water that flows abundantly, sunning herself in temperatures that remain comfortable, stuffing her face, and being lazy.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

MBC17

• March Blog Challenge •
Day 17: Why and when did you start blogging?

I started blogging on LiveJournal when I was in high school. Since then I have used Xanga, Blogspot, and now Word Press. Three of my four previous blogs are still in existence. Yes, they are private. No, I’m not sharing the links here. Trust me, you aren’t missing much.

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Hanging out with my friends before the Cooper Young Festival junior year…I’m in the black top with camo pants and my pumpkin purse.
[Memphis • 2002]

Reading entries I wrote ten or more years ago…wow. I fixated on inconsequential matters and acted like the moody, melodramatic teenager I was, complete with bad attitude and boy craziness. I hated everyone and they hated me. I ‘rebelled’ by acting tough [let's not mention the perfect grades, volunteering, and fear of any sort of from the girl who never drank, missed curfew, and made it through high school with one detention] and identifying with the counterculture. I was so misunderstood.. In a word: hilarious.

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Because ever high school badass participates in Model UN.
[Nashville, TN • November 2011]

Though I don’t exactly remember why I created my first blog, I’m sure the reasons were nothing profound. Other than expressing my own torment [in the most dramatic ways] my early entries lack purpose or direction. Most likely I wanted something to show my online ‘friends.’ Because, you know, I had to resort to befriending strangers in cyberspace since I was too hardcore and misunderstood to acknowledge people in the real world.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

MBC12

• March Blog Challenge •
Day 12: Something you miss

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Adam

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Tatum

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Mom & Dad [and their cozy house]

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My Family

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Maris, Danielle, and all those I consider friends

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Everyone I’ve loved and lost

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Memphis

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Tennessee

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Brooklyn Bridge Italian Restaurant

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Golden India

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RP Tracks

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Taking ridiculously long baths multiple times a day*

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Neshoba

*Not my actual bathtub

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Hear ye, hear ye

Blogging serves as my outlet for self-expression. It’s cathartic, enabling me to vent, while also fulfilling my creative need. It’s something I truly enjoy doing regardless of how many people are paying attention. Even if I’m not discussing anything deep– especially if I’m not discussing anything deep– I rely on this blog to occupy my time in a productive manner. More often than not it’s a distraction, which I need. But I absolutely will not allow it to become a stressor. So if that means skipping a few days [or weeks], announcing things on my terms, omitting some things, beating a dead horse into the ground with other things, rambling nonsensically or being rendered speechless, controlling who can read certain entries, or anything else I can do as the Queen/Dictator/Divine Ruler/President of Cocktails With Hemingway….that’s my prerogative.

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Malnourished, underweight, exhausted, stressed to the max, depressed, broken, feeling awkward because of the camera, and halfheartedly attempting a smile…this is me. Taken this morning at Marisha’s it is the most current picture I have.

So I’m going to jump into the March Blog Challenge on the current day instead of panicking that I’ll never catch up starting from the beginning. No deadlines bind me to optional, self-imposed projects that aren’t important. I’ll do it when I do it and if it doesn’t get done oh well. The same goes for my photo edits. Of course I respect your time– just look at what a stickler I am for punctuality. Being prompt and efficient is extremely important to me. However, I am doing you a favor, so please don’t pester me. Why should I work myself into a frenzy because I need a few more day? Do remember that I’m taking time I really don’t have to do something special for you. For free. We don’t have a contract and I’m not getting paid for my efforts. With that being said….if you want some of my creations [and are patient and respectful] don’t hesitate to ask. Like blogging, my foray into ‘visual arts’ is quite enjoyable. Just don’t send more than 5 photos at a time.

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I made this for my parents. While Mom pursued graduate studies in Nashville, Dad manned artillery in Vietnam. These pictures come from the summer of ’69.

Now I’ll switch to some lighter fare.

People never cease to amaze me with their…puzzling…behaviors. Whether it’s a blatant disregard for the law or your own life, these two made me laugh out loud. The next logical step is their cohabitation. Not paying rent frees up considerably money for his ‘extracurricular activities’ thus ensuring he’s never sleeping and hypervigilant [not to mention aggressive, paranoid, erratic]. Who better to provide on site security for this foreign national and her authority complex? She’ll be warned before those pesky cops arrive with plenty of time to flee the scene. They’ll be luxe squatting all over the world.

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One of my dear friends, a police officer, had an interesting night on the job.

There is nothing funny about congestive heart failure. There is nothing funny about drug addiction. It’s actually quite sad and disturbing. Paging Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, anyone?

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‘Abka Re Bey’ a.k.a. Tabitha Gentry
Sovereign Citizen & Moorish National

Do you see any trace of remorse on this face? Of course not. Homegirl knows she got free rent and lots of attention. I would advise her to enjoy those 15 minutes now because I hear time passes slowly in prison….but she’ll never be incarcerated for any significant amount of time. She doesn’t acknowledge legal authority so jail won’t acknowledge her. That’s how it works, right? I’m a sovereign citizen of my own little planet. You cannot image how relieved I am to know that upon my return to Memphis I won’t have to worry about saving for a house. The first unoccupied home for sale that I stumble upon is mine for the taking and I won’t have to spend a dime!

[[SIDENOTE: Quite a few years of my youth were spent in this gorgeous home. One of my best friends and her family lived there. Abka Re Bey could not have picked a more stunning estate. Although I’m sure it looked much better with furniture, especially considering the flawless decor I observed during my time on 600 Shady Grove.

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Jamie Jeanette Craft

I’ve never been arrested. But by God, if the law must take me…..let them take me pantless and ‘fleeing the scene’ in a battery operated Power Wheels truck.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Fuel of the Gods

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Now there’s a piece of Heaven if I’ve ever seen one. Peter Moon of RP Tracks fame sent this mouth watering image to me via Aunt Sarah.

Maple. Syrup. Infused. Whipped. Cream.

Be sure to check out my review of RP Tracks. And please, if you are in the Memphis area, go eat there for me. You won’t regret it.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

RP Tracks

Some of the decor

Some of the decor at RP Tracks

Let me preface this review with a confession: I am a creature of habit. When I sing the praises of a dining spot, what that really means is I am singing the praises of a particular dish at said dining spot. Buffets notwithstanding, there are only two exceptions to this rule. RP Tracks is one of them. Over the years I’ve eaten no fewer than a dozen dishes and loved them all. Granted, I have my favorite….but the fact that there are multiple menu items that I’ve ordered more than once speaks volumes about my adoration of all things Tracks.

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Virtually every local I asked immediately recalled the discounted shots when the train passes. Who doesn’t love drink specials? In fact, I have some hazy recollections of adventures there during my University of Memphis days. ;)

However, do not make the mistake of dismissing RP Tracks as a college bar.

RP Tracks is a restaurant with a bar, and the food is spectacular. It’s certainly popular with the coeds, especially given its close proximity to campus, but it is truly a restaurant for all ages. Solo students perched on a barstool watching the game, couples whispering in a corner booth, families with children—all spotted during my most recent visit.

Bar area

Bar area

Owned by Peter Moon and Rick Johns, RP Tracks has served the Memphis community for 25 years. It is one of the few restaurants still owned and operated by the original owners—and the two do not take this responsibility lightly. Moon speaks passionately about his vision for the restaurant, which includes plans for an outdoor patio area, and a commitment to affordable prices. Along with manager Jeff Potter, the enthusiasm is contagious, and it comes as no surprise that business is booming.

A massive overhaul of Walker Avenue promises to enhance the establishment and further solidify its status as a Memphis landmark. Yet within the cozy interior it’s the new weekend brunch that’s making waves. Served on Saturday and Sunday from 11-3, I jumped at the opportunity to accompany my aunt to a leisurely post-church meal.

No better partner in culinary crime exists than my fellow bon vivant, Aunt Sarah. I must give credit where it is due—she’s never met a stranger—and our mutual passion for vino only enhances the dining experience. To commence our meal at RP Tracks we opted to honor brunch tradition with a round of Bloody Marys, a beverage that warrants its own paragraph about my rating system.

Hello gorgeous.

Hello gorgeous.

Despite my frequent consumption of the spicy tomato elixir of the gods, I feel woefully inadequate with my descriptive abilities. Here’s the simple breakdown of my criteria:

1) How does the mixer taste?

2) When it comes to alcohol and spice—too much or not enough? I’m not ordering vodka shots with Zing Zang, I want a Bloody Mary. And if it’s too spicy for me I guarantee the average citizen is probably in tears.

3) And what about the extras? Garnish and other special touches make my heart happy;

Mary would be proud. Tracks does her eponymous drink justice. Bonus points for the three jumbo olives and completely submerged pickle.

If a Bloody or Mimosa isn’t your cup of spiked punch, wine starts at $5 and there’s a good selection of beer.

Aunt Sarah & me

Aunt Sarah & me

Since Aunt Sarah and I diligently count calories we gave our math skills a workout by selecting two entrees apiece. She ordered the Brunch Burger and a waffle while I chose the Marvelous Chicken and Quatro Queso quesadilla.

The Brunch Burger includes two 4 oz. Angus beef patties with apple wood bacon, sautéed onions, and pepper jack cheese served on an English muffin. Aunt Sarah requested her hollandaise sauce on the side. She praised the patty and dunked liberally into the hollandaise. With the exception of my yearly filet at Ruth’s Chris I’m not too keen on red meat—so I only took a bite. Yet that carnivorous nibble pleasantly surprised me as it had the taste of something I’d get at Ruth’s Chris as opposed to the typical hamburger.

Brunch Burger

Brunch Burger

Sampling Aunt Sarah’s waffle introduced me to the glory that is RP Tracks’ homemade maple infused whipped cream. Delectable. Scrumptious. Perfection. You know the diner scene from When Harry Met Sally? That’s exactly how I felt after the maple infused whipped cream. My manners flew out the window as I stuck my fingers in the cream and licked them clean. RP Tracks’ tragic flaw is that they do not offer mason jars filled with this divinity.

Maple. Infused. Whipped. Cream.

Maple. Infused. Whipped. Cream.

My absolute favorite dish at Tracks is the Quatro Queso. I’ve been eating it for years. Smoked gouda, feta, and cheddar jack cheeses ooze out of a tomato basil tortilla. Aunt Sarah says it’s comfort food but I view it as a 24/7 food. As soon as I pass through the pearly gates I hope I’m handed a Quatro Queso with a mason jar of maple infused whipped cream so that my palate is satisfied for all eternity.

Say cheese!

Say cheese!

Marinated chicken breast, thick cut apple wood smoked bacon, and Swiss cheese comprise the Marvelous Chicken. However, my penchant for maple infused whipped cream and my other entrée forced me to box the sandwich in its entirety. Upon waking from my food coma I consumed the sandwich cold and it was the perfect late night snack.

Those waffle fries were mighty tasty when dipped in maple infused whipped cream...

Those waffle fries were mighty tasty when dipped in maple infused whipped cream…

All the money in the world couldn’t convince me to eat anything that derives from a coconut—so when Aunt Sarah insisted I try the coconut praline icebox pie I decided it would be a delightful treat for my mother. Suffice it to say she has a new favorite dessert.

Life of Pie

Life of Pie

Only as I tucked my leftovers into the fridge did I notice the conspicuous absence of Styrofoam. A quick virtual search confirmed that RP Tracks is indeed certified by Project Green Fork, an initiative that ‘contributes to a sustainable Mid-South by helping reduce environmental impacts, with a focus on strengthening homegrown restaurants.’ Read more about Project Green Fork and their rigorous six step certification process here.

Perhaps if you’re a Memphian you’ve made the correlation between RP Tracks and RP Billiards. Located a stone’s throw from Tracks, Billiards calls the Highland Strip home, and offers multiple pool tables along with a kitchen and a bar. Patrons entering RP Billiards certainly can’t miss bartender Scotty James and signature top hat.

Scotty James

Scotty James

Here’s what Scotty told me about the job he adores: “It doesn’t matter how many people come to your bar…it’s how many come back!! Making people feel at home is very important. Serving a quality product consistently provides people with comfort. You have to convince customers that you truly care about them—and do it every day.”

And care he does. Scotty’s charismatic personality gives him an easy rapport with those who come to his bar and he consistently goes above and beyond to accommodate customers. Multiple postings on Scotty’s Facebook confirm he was sorely missed by yours truly.

Danielle and I never pass up an opportunity to rendezvous at Billiards.

Danielle and I never pass up an opportunity to rendezvous at Billiards.

Just as Scotty James boasts a loyal following, servers and bartenders at RP Tracks offer an impeccable customer service experience. Prompt and attentive service combined with friendly, personable employees creates a welcoming atmosphere for regulars and newcomers alike—which is no easy feat considering the steady crowd. Oh yeah, and did I mention the delectable food?!

Whether you’re seeking a few rounds of pool, weekend brunch, a satisfying dinner, or reasonably priced drinks—find it all at RP Tracks.

3547 Walker Avenue / Memphis

Survival of the fittest

12/21/12 came and went without a hitch.  I survived the apocalypse.  So did everyone else.  Dare I say it was an ordinary day? Actually, I rescind that remark.  It was quite atypical in the sense that my day was exceptionally fun.  While I routinely count my blessings– and any day I spend with my children is joyous– I cannot even remember the last time I attended multiple social functions in one day and enjoyed them all.  How nice it was to enjoy a temporary reprieve and pretend I led a relatively normal life.

Maris and I went to a local salon and took pictures for the newspaper while Tatum napped.  All that effort made us hungry so we drove through Wendy’s.  Then we returned to the office and I had to suppress the urge to answer the ringing phone.  Old habits die hard.

We also took pictures of ourselves.

Thank you, Instagram

Speaking of Tatum, she turned 10 months old on the 21st.  I cannot believe how much she’s grown….even in the 10 days I’ve been here.  My baby girl’s getting so big.  Can you believe that’s the look on her face after cutting four teeth within 24 hours?

Look at that sweet smile.

Look at that sweet smile.

Maris and I went to Target after work.  She threatened to harm me if I didn’t buy two pairs of pants [less than $12 on clearance] and a magazine.  I obliged.  Then we stopped by her house to get dressed for the evening and I saw my godkids for the first time in over a year!

I cherish this photo.

I cherish this photo.

Next we went to Chili’s for Mommy’s Night Out.  Most of the moms in Theresa’s– the patron nanny saint of Tay Tay– group converged in Collierville.  I can’t even begin to articulate what it’s like to be around fellow mothers who have seen me in action with both kids and know the type of parent I am and the values I wish to instill in my children.

We should have gotten the waitress to take this so Nicole could have been in the shot.

We should have gotten the waitress to take this so Nicole could have been in the shot.

We [Maris and me] decided to have a slumber party at Theresa’s.  Everyone giggled when I wore the pajamas of our host’s preteen daughter.  She is not large.  I am just very small, though a good bit taller, so it was an interesting look.  The five of us– our trio plus Theresa’s girls– watched Abduction and I cuddled up with an adorable dog.  Despite being what I typically dismiss as a ‘yip yip’ dog, Daisy made me smile.  Maris has an app to remove red eye on her iPhone.  Apparently she neglected my right eyeball so I have one fireball and a strange, black dot.  Oh, and disheveled hair.  Awesome.

Excuse the defects and focus on the Daisy.

Excuse the defects and focus on the Daisy.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Is this really happening?

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Ten glorious days with Tatum transported me to a blissful state, much like a dream. She’s gone now. And I’m wide awake.

How much more must we endure?

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

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Memphis

Home sweet home

My goal for Tatum and me these next few days:  spend as much time as possible in the city I love with the people I love.  I’m staying busy with my daughter instead of being a recluse with her at home, refusing to allow the remainder of my time to be consumed with the reality of what’s about to happen to this family.

Everyone is delighted to meet my precious Tatum.  She melts hearts, just like her big brother.  And I am comforted being around those who know me well.  How nice it is to be reminded of my virtues as a parent while also being praised for the content of my character. Memphis is my home.

Blogging is the least of my priorities.  I have so much to say– but I’ll get to it when I get to it.  This temporary hiatus is good for my soul.  Until further notice….

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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