Archive for September, 2007

Song of the Day

Nothing heavy or exciting to whiff on y’all today.  Tuesday is my long-ass day cause I’m at school til 9:30.  This week’s quiz in Lab is on cell permeability.  ZZZZZZZZ

I do, however, have a song recommendation for you. Because I’ve drifted into Earbud Land in order to save my sanity at work, I spend most of the day with music in my ears and it’s wonderful. 

I’ve been listening to The Pointer Sisters’ Fairytale over and over ALL day.  What a great record.  Go find it on Itunes or wherever you get your music.  Just do it and report back to me.

It ain’t nothing like “The Neutron Dance” fo sho. I can remember this playing on Country radio like crazy when I was really little.  It’s wonderful.  I met Anita Pointer once.  A big ol tall gull, as Granny Boone would say.

So Long, Brett

1977regularsrayburnshot.jpgBrett Somers, my favorite “Match Game” panelist, has passed away at the age of 83.  She was HI-larious. She also used to be Mrs. Jack Klugman.

How bout that? Jack is a blogger!

No I Di-Int

No, that was not me putting deodorant on at my desk cause I forgot to this morning.  Nope.  Must be a figment of your imagination. I also did not go off from the house and leave my wallet at home.  Nor did I come to work with some sorta gook on my pants leg that I don’t know what it is.  Good thing they’re black and nobody can see it but me.

Look Alikes

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Anytime I see Debra Messing….

She makes me think of Myrna Loy.

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Fly To Jesus…And Live


I’m so glad I got up early so I could get to the 8:00 Memorial Service for dear Bro. Glenn Weekley. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

Bro. Glenn’s sons in law, both Reverends Richard Ryan and Brady Cooper of New Vision Baptist Church in Murfreesboro who, incidentally, since Bro. Glenn is gone is now probably my favorite preacher guy around…both guys paid a loving tribute to their father in law and mentor. The congregation sang his favorite hymns, we saw wonderful video clips, and that sanctuary, packed at 8:00 in the morning, was full of people deep in their own reflection of what Bro. Glenn meant to them. It was a powerful, emotional,yet, uplifting time for everybody in that room and I’m sure for the no telling how many that came to the later services.

Rev. Courtney Wilson, who was Bro. Glenn’s predecessor at FBC shared of their unique friendship through the years and read from John 14. My dad always called that “The Holiday Inn” verse. He used that term to explain to us as little kids how when we traveled and stayed at Holiday Inns (we did that a lot) they had a room ready for us so we could stay there, same thing with Jesus…he’s got a room waiting for us. That verse always gets to me.

The service ended with the congregation singing “How Great Thou Art”. After we sang the second to last verse, the lights went down, nothing even on the screens, but, Bro. Glenn’s voice. Because I was so caught up in hearing his voice over the sound system as if he were standing there, I can’t remember what he was saying. (Jamey Tucker…help me here)

I was glad to run into my former co-worker, sweet little Bonnie, who I haven’t seen since my last day of work at Lifeway a year ago last week. We were a little too tearful to chat, but, I was glad to see her. There were so many people there, you almost couldn’t tell who was who. I was glad I saw Jamey Tucker and his beautiful family in the parking lot and got to say hey to him. He has the most lovely wife!

Then, I had to go home and redo the eye makeup before I went to my church cause I cried it all off. It didn’t take long from when the service started for me to get all boo-hooey and this song here, “Come To Jesus” sung beautifully by the choir and Lewis Lea is what started it. I’ve sung that with that choir many times.

I think that’s one of the things that stands out the most to me about Bro. Glenn in worship services. When the choir was singing, and if he was moved, he’d always stand and the congregation would follow. Those were my favorite and most meaningful times at that church. 

Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the place where I am going.” John 14:1-4

But, I’m A Really Good Speller

I had a plan.  The teens/computer hogs were out last night at the Station Camp/Beech game.  (Station Camp won! Undefeated).  I was going to watch my video math lessons on simplifying fractions, do the two remaining pages of my math assignment that were supposed to be turned in today. No big whoop, right? No.

My antique computer that is circling the drain decided it wasn’t in the mood to load the video.  The Manchild was not here to assist his retarded dedicated mother and the cats were no help.  No problem…I’ll go to school Saturday morning, watch it, do the problems, turn in my work, be back home by 10:30.  Heh.

The New Skills thing is only open til 12:30 on Saturdays.  They had to kick me out.  I got help from the instructor on duty, this big ol’ Harley Rider looking guy showed me a really easy way to do it.  I was near tears at this point (I get that way when I’m mad or really frustrated. Hate that).  I understood how this number divides into that number, yet all the many steps to get to said number were still totally confusing to me. 

The Fraction Funpalooza continued into the night when my mother in law was trying to help me figure these dang fraction things out.  Nephew Smiff that’s good at math stuff had the nerve to go somewhere tonight and Manchild had some important guitar playing to do so me and Hazel were somewhat like “Lucy & Ethel Do Math”.  Actually, Hazel is good at that sorta thing.

I called Mr. Smiff on the phone and said “Ok Mr. “I’m Good At Fractions” and got him to help me from the Mayberry’s Finest Bus with some Grascal passing gas in the background.  Nephew Smiff soon showed up and we worked through some more and dangalanga-bing-bong….

I do believe I can say with all certainty, that I am a true Fractionista.  Tee Hee. Take that, Mrs. Satterfield.

I Arta Be In Pictures

Of things that are technical in nature,  there are things I can figure out.  Then, there are others I can’t.  This is one of those things and I’m sure it’s probably very simple and the answer is right in front of my face.

Re: The picture of me on the blog.  Now, it’s  an ok picture.  It’s kinda a fun picture because Newscoma and Smilin’ McCeemy (didn’t he play fiddle with Porter Wagoner) are on the other side of the picture.  In fact, that was the first time I met Newscoma and a bunch of other people.  That was a fun night.

I want to change the picture on the front page of Yours Truly.  It’s not that I don’t like the picture.  I like it fine.  It’s kindly cool that my Bro. Cee’s  acromial and thoracic areas are spotlighted so beautifully in my blog pictures. (Spraying y’all with some A & P terms there.  Impressed? Say you are to humor me).  The only thing with this picture is it’s over a year old.

I uploaded another picture and put it on my profile, but, all that did was put it as an avatar when I post elsewhere.  How do I make it my main picture?

Oh and just so those of you who haven’t been around long can see….here’s the whole shot. blogger-thang.jpg  We look sorta like Tony Orlando & Dawn.  No…Cee & Sugar.