Archive for December, 2007

Come On Down…

The alarm clock went off this morning.  It was on WSM.  Bill Cody said something about “An Evening With The Grascals and Eddie Stubbs.”  First I’d heard about a romantic evening between them and Senor Stubbs. 

A little later, they put this guy on the air and asked him trivia questions.  This ol’ boy was on his way to work and he answered them all correctly and his prize?  An Evening With The Grascals.  Heh.  That made me laugh very loudly at such an early hour.  “Listen to that”, I said to Sleeping Beauty Mr. Smiff.  “That guy’s prize is he gets to come see you. What a lucky feller.”  Har har. I don’t think Mr. S. thought it was that funny but lordy, I sure did. Imagine that.  Some hard-working feller calls in to WSM on his way to work and he wins an evening with Mr. Smiff, Bobo, Boo, and the whole Hee Haw Gang.  Hys. Ter.I. Cal.

You too could be the lucky winner of an evening with The Grascals.  Go here and see how.

Your Sista will probably have to miss said evening with The Grascals.  That’s the day of the Endo Zap of ’08.  I’m hoping to be loaded up on some sort of narcotic or something similar.  If not, maybe they’ll let me in.

Kennedy Center Honors

The Kennedy Center Honors thing tonight was absolutely fabulous. Earl Scruggs dashing new look, plus, he and Randy doing a little bit of a soft shoe in honor of Steve Martin was just the shizz. Loved it.

The tribute to Brian Wilson….like buttah. The boys choir at the end singing “Love and Mercy” with the beach balls floating about…whoever thought of that deserves a raise.

I love Steve Carell. I think I have a crush on him and Randy Scruggs. And Darius Rucker. And Steve Martin.

Speaking of Scruggs Love, I rented a dvd off Netflix last week. It’s a documentary from 1972 that aired on PBS on Earl. It has clips of him, Randy, Gary, and Steve playing with Doc Watson, Joan Baez, The Byrds, Bob Dylan, an Opry performance….it’s some kinda wonderful.

You know, one of me and Mr. Smiff’s first dates was at the Scruggs house. June of 1989…Glen Duncan (who plays fiddle in this Letterman clip and played in our wedding that December) was there…Charlie Cushman….Alison Brown…some Japanese guys…and there I was, sitting with Louise and meeting my future mother in law, brother in law, sister in law and nephew for sorta kinda the first time. It wasn’t really the first time I met them, but, under those circumstances, it was. Pretty beezar. There is video somewhere of that little pickin’ soiree. Good times.

Here’s the guest list from the White House reception after the Kennedy Center tho’down.

The Gift of the Manchild

Those people that I gave birth to?  They never cease to amaze me.

I did not have children with the best, well, the best Present Guy on the planet.  He can play the fire out of a bass and he sings great, but….giftin’ ain’t his cup ‘o tea.  Christmas is usually put together by moi with a “What do you think of this?” and the Mr. saying “Sounds great”, no matter what it is. 

I’ve been saying since November that there wasn’t going to be much of no Santy Claus if I didn’t get some help doing stuff.  I didn’t get any help and really, it was a toned down sorta Smiffmas.  It was lovely and I’m not complaining.  This was just the year I finally learned that I can’t do it just like my mother did and that Norman Rockwell is long gone and that world he painted didn’t really exist anyway. I also learned that the more you try to make stuff like Christmas all perfect, the more it’s not perfect and you end up pissed off when Christmas is over.   Christmas is done.  I still love Christmas but I’m glad it’s done. On to the next thing….

My mother gave the Holy Tara and the Manchild some money for Christmas.  She’s gotten older, crankier and more winded, thus, she doesn’t Christmas shop.  (Remind me to tell later how my sister became just like the aunt in a Christmas Story that gave Ralphie a bunny suit).  The teen-types are all about some cold, hard cash for Chri’mus.

There were presents under our tree yesterday from our children.  I figured Hazel gave them the money.  I was wrong.  The Manchild used part of the money my mom gave him to get us some cool dvds.  He did remind me of how I ranted the day before that my kids were selfish and didn’t know squat about what it means to give.  This is why I’ll never be voted Mother of the Year.

Anyway, we were pretty moved by our firstborn doing that. 

   eldredge.jpgThose things there, that thing in between Bobo and Mr. Smiff….always make me think of the Three Stooges.  It seems there was an episode of TTS where there was something like that chasing them. 

Incidentally, #2 got some Three Stooges dvd’s. This made his father very happy.  I like and appreciate the Stooges, but, I’m really thinking there’s something about them that one has to be male to really love.

An Open Letter To Aunt B. or Yes Ginger, I DO Have ADD

Dear Aunt B.,

Remember last Christmas I emailed you (something I’ve rarely done with you…no reason…me and you just haven’t emailed much) and I asked you for your address? The plan was I was going to address a card to you and the Butcher, stick a stamp on it, put it in the mail and send you my warmest wishes for a great Christmas and a Happy 2007.

Guess what I found in my car the other day? (oddly enough, I was searching high and low for the gift card I bought for the Engineering Brother In Law) Searching in between and under the caseats I found a perfectly addressed Christmas card to you and the Butcher. It even had a stamp on it and a cuter-than-cute return address label. I would’ve just stuck it in the mail, ‘cept postage has done gone up since then! I didn’t even tell Mr. Smiff about it cause he and the kids would’ve laughed at me and I don’t think I’d have handled it well.

This Christmas has been brought to you by the letters P-M-S or in other words, I have not been consistently the nicest gal in Hendersonville the last week.   My female parts are determined to give me hell just one more time before the “Endo Zap” that is soon coming and sure to provide some blog fun.  Hopefully, it will do its job and I can feel better.

So back to the story….a year late and a few dollahs short….Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and the Butcher.

It reminds me of that time I checked this book out of the church library. The Christmas Box, it was called. I really and truly thought I turned it back in. I don’t think I ever even read the dang thing. This was probably in 2000 when I checked it out.

Mr. Otis was the man who was the church librarian (and has since gone on to Glow-ry). He kept asking me about that overdue book. “Mr. Otis”, said the Sista….”I turned that book in.” I really thought I did. For real. Mr. Otis would just look at me like I had three noses on my face everytime he’d ask me about it. I musta got 80 notices in the mail about that book.

This is the weird part, a few Christmases ago, in about 2003 or 2004, I got my Christmas stuff out and opened a box and what to my wonderin’ eyes did appear but….yep…The Christmas Box. There it was. Mr. Otis watched that library like a hawk. He knew of what he spoke.

What’s so weird is that VERY day I opened that box and found the book was the same day Mr. Otis died. No joke. I think that was him hollering from the Great Beyond saying “See? Told ya you dingaling.”

So to answer Ginger‘s question, ” Yes, Ginger…your Sista really has ADD.” (From an inside joke…not too long ago, Ginger thought I was just kidding about having ADD. Har har)

The Best of Christmas Past and Present

Because I’m a reflector and my middle name should be “Nostalgia”, there are some favorite scenes from Christmases past and present.  Some of these moments I was present for, others I was a twinkle in somebody’s eye but these are some of my favorite Christmas images.

christmas_1998.jpgChristmas 1998-look at my babies.

christmas-99.jpgThen in 1999….

I was 19 years away from being born at this Christmas, but I LOVE this picture of my cousins Doug and Brian, Christmas 1950.brian___doug_collie.jpg

christmas_at_the_collie_s.jpgA Collie Classic here….this would’ve been, probably Christmas 1972.  Look at Mom’s hair….heh.  You can tell she hadn’t yet had her first cigarette and cup of coffee yet.

i_have_to_share_this_one_.jpgMy cousin, Anne at Christmas, 1952.  (These cousin pictures are first cousins. Most of them are old enough to be my parents).  This picture has always made me think Natalie Wood & Edmund Gwenn.  I love it.

look_what_santa_brought_.jpgChristmas, 1996.  The first Christmas we lived in our house.  This picture of the Manchild makes me want to cry.  This picture makes me  hear his lisp and inability to pronounce his “r’s”. He’d say “Fain” for “train”…we didn’t want him to say the word “truck.”

christmas_1975.jpgChristmas 1975-my Uncle Jack.  He had a 2 million dollar smile.    (Dig that tree!)

sharon___kids.jpgChristmas 2004 at Cousin Terry’s…and another from that same evening when we sent Christmas welcome_home.jpggreetings to Terry’s stepson who was in Iraq.

proud_grandmother.jpgChristmas 1996…my nephew was brand-new.  One of my favorite pictures, ever of the Holy Tara.

100_8115.jpgChristmas, 2006-Party at the Mothership when Ivy sang that Chris Ledoux song.

channel-5.jpgWho remembers this? (Pretty much exclusive to Nashvillians) Another Nashville Christmas memory, that I never experienced, but, would’ve LOVED to is the Nativity that was at Centennial Park from 1953-1967.


Merry Christmas