Archive for October, 2007

Happy Birthday WSM (a little late)

img_1734.jpgI’ve sorta become a collector of photos of the WSM Tower.  I’ve written before about how much and why I love pictures of that tower. I’m crazy about it.

A few weeks back, Mr. Smiff and some of Them were guests on WSM Radio the day they were celebrating the 82nd birthday of the historic radio station.  Because Mr. Smiff is getting elderly or because he needs to borrow some of my medicine, he did not mention to me until he was literally on his way to do this interview, that the interview was on the grounds of the WSM tower, a stones throw from my childhood home.  Had he not won Entertainer of the Year the night before, I mighta got a little testy with him.  I’ve never been on the actual grounds of where the tower sits. 

Anyway, my new pal Emy Jo Bellenfant-Bilbrey (Mrs. Keith) said I could show you some pictures she took from that event that day. I’ll show the pictures while I sulk at the same img_1735.jpgtime.  Even #2 got to go.  He was way more impressed with riding in Jamie’s red convertible than anything else.

I LOVE this picture of George Hamilton IV.  One of these days, I want a picture of me img_1747.jpglike this. 

Oh…Emy Jo is a Williamson County native and has a super cool antique store.  She’s having an Open House this weekend.  Go read about it here.

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My Talented Kin Peoples

I swear…I’m related to the most talented people.  We’ve got former college scholarshipped-to-big-name-schools-for-football people, I’ve got one cousin on Broadway in Phantom, I’m even kin to former society writer Catherine Darnell.  That’s not mentioning the Smith’s and O’Bryants and such…and the father, etc.

I had no idea this cousin of mine was one, even an artist, two, was so talented and three, sells his paintings for large amounts of dollars.  Go see Cousin Joey’s work.  Dang. Go say hi to him.

I’ve actually only met Joey (I bet nobody calls him that anymore) once.  In 1986, I went with my mom to California for her brother’s funeral.  Joey was maybe 5 or 6 then.   He was cute as a bug and so quiet.  I don’t think he said two words the whole time we were there until the day before we left. Joey and I had this conversation.  I remember it like it was yesterday:

Joey:  You talk funny.

Sista: Oh really? What do I sound like?
Joey: You sound like a cowboy.

Joey’s grandmother was my sometimes discussed here Aunt Tee Wee, my moms oldest sister, who died in 1977, before he was even born.  the_sullivan_girls.jpg

I wish I could afford to commission him to paint this picture of the Sisters.

sandra.jpgHappy Birthday to the formerly zaftig, but, now svelte sister. She is older than I.  Just wanted to make that clear.  Oh, there is a gift on the way, but, you are the organized one. It might make it in time for Easter.

Over It

Don’t ask me how school is, k?  I’m about up to here (the top of my head) with the whole thing.  Not just that I took on too big a load with the classes I’m taking (that’s about to drive me totally insane).  I can deal with getting in over my head and biting the bullet. 

What I’m having a hard time dealing with is the Math office saying they have not gotten any homework from me.  One, they most certainly have, two…I’ve busted my rather ample behind trying to keep up with the homework.  I got a little behind, but, am now caught up. 

To hear a voice on the other end of the phone tell me when I inquired as to why my attendance for the Math class said “Never” when I checked my stuff online, was a little more than I could handle today.  If I weren’t fearful of setting a bad example for my kids, not to mention the money I plunked down to take this class,  then I would stop now.  I also realize it’s not like I’d be hurting anybody at Vol State’s feelings if I quit going.  It would hurt my feelings though.   They have my money in hand already.  I am starting to feel like I paid to have my self esteem lowered and blood pressure raised.  Everytime I go into that Math Lab, I feel the systolic and diastolic go up a few notches. 

I should probably go talk to the people up there and get it all straight but I know I would use profane language and make a fool of myself and they’d probably fail me for that.  I feel so ignorant about the way college stuff works and more than once have had a grade suffered because I misunderstood  something.

This stuff gets me all emotional and nuts.  I don’t know if it’s subconscious stuff from years ago or what.  This was an expensive way to be reminded that I’m really, really bad at formal learning.

On a lighter note…I find it interesting that the top thing that brings people to this website (I’m talking random Googlers out there) is people doing a search on Eddie Munster.  Maybe it’s cause it’s Halloween and all. 

They could make a great mask of me right now…all PMS-like, haggard, weary, bags under the eyes.  It would be a scary mask, fo sho.

There To Greet Me Is My Mama and Papa….

opry0705porterwagoner.jpg I look at this picture I took in the summer of 2005 and all I hear in my head is…”Hon’…you have to turn the thing on to take a picture.”  (Hence, the laughter from the Grascals.)

Dave’s Not Here

Back in April, when I started what was then the “New” job, I had the great fortune to be the new person with another new person, who was also beginning his new gig the same day, Co-Worker Dave.  Dave sat next to me then and from that first day, he won me over as Coolest Co-Worker Evah.  I think it was his story of Dougie that sealed the deal.

I could babble on and on about all the things that made Dave such a great co-worker, but,  I won’t.  I’ll just say what I said to him that I was really grateful to have been able to start at the new job with him because that first day, I was scared to death of being somewhere new, after so long at the other place.  He helped make the transition for me a lot easier.  We clicked from day one. 

Dave’s  last day with us was yesterday.  He’s moving on to another, better position and I am glad for him.  He is a family man with a wife and child and another one on the way.  Another one on the way that I told him was coming before he knew it.  I’ll miss him a ton.

In honor of Dave’s leaving, I give him this….I don’t know if he’s ever heard it and I think I mighta tried to describe it to him, but, didn’t do so good.

I Should Be Asleep…

Mr. Smiff and Them will be live on your radio airwaves today at 1:00 Eastern Time.  Maybe it won’t be “airwaves” for most of us.  Perhaps “Interwaves” would be a better term.  They will be on that fantastically, wonderful WNCW out of North Carolina. 

I’m considering a big decision tomorrow.  Nothing life-threatening or anything like that.  In the Grand Scheme, it’s not brain surgery.  It’s common sense.  I’m going to sleep on it and see how I feel about it in the morning.  I’m not one to be stressed out, but, of late, I am VERY stressed out and it just doesn’t bode well for me and those who live with me. 

Saturday is looking to be totally action packed with the School Carnival.  I’m a bad mom.  I did not sign up to work at the “fun-filled” carnival.  Anybody who’s read me any length of time can figure that one out.  I’m not good at playing PTO/Muffia. I’m not able to play along and say “Hiiiiiii-iiii! How are yeeewwwww?” To the other parents.  I dread having to go to this thing in the first place.  I managed to skip it last year. No such luck this year.

The Manchild is in a school play this weekend. First show was tonight.  I had to miss it cause of school but even his sister commented on how her brudder “stood out” even though he doesn’t have a major role.  That is quite a huge statement coming from the Holy Tara.  

I may actually hit two school plays Saturday…the MC’s and a friend of mine from church is in “Brigadoon.” This girl…teenaged girl, I think she’s a senior…amazingly talented.  I hope I can get away from the Carnival and see her.

Ok, I’m really going to bed now.