Archive for February, 2008

Too Young To Marry

I never knew this existed until a bit ago. Do you recognize the banjo player?

Public Service Announcment #2 For Leap Day

Listen up people…I’m only gonna say this once.  Please listen closely.

Grown up people that have stuffed animals sitting in the rear window of your vehicle?  It is not cute.  Besides being a potential hazard, it’s just weird.  This woman in my office who is 40 ish…sweet as can be….has a brand new, nice car, yet has stuffed animals all in the back window.  I want to shake her and say “Stop it!”

The one time I ever had to go to traffic school (moving violation..cutting off a police officer. Never had a speeding ticket)  the thing that stuck with me was the teacher saying how dangerous it is to have stuff in the back of your car.  This is so because they become moving projectiles in the event of an accident. 

I remember the guy telling of a Kleenex box in a rear window killing a woman.  So, if you have something like that in your back window, take it down.  We don’t want you to get kilt.

If you have stuffed animals…just take them down cause I said so. 

Yay For Me

You know how when you go to the dentist a couple times a year and you claim you floss? 

When I go next time, I’ll be able to say with all sincerity that I DO floss regularly.  I have been committed to becoming a flosser the last few weeks.  I’m obsessed with dental floss now.

Co-worker Darryl, who is about 7 feet tall and a Dental Assistant said the key thing with flossing, as he tells kids he sees…smell it.  If it stinks, that means you need to floss more.

Today’s Dental Tip From Sista brought to you by the American Dental Association…and Darryl the 7 foot tall Dental Assistant (who is a cool cat)

Livin’, Lovin’ & Losin’

I had just gotten over Co-Worker Dave leaving me for the Federal Government (it only took what, 4 months) and had finally stopped looking for him in his cube every snow-031.jpgmorning and then my girl, Cherry, drops a bomb (get it? a Cherry Bomb?) on me today that now SHE’S leaving me for Busy Mom’s workplace. Can you believe that?

I swanee to goodness. ..I think I have an issue and need a tissue.  I think this is why I’m a little skeered to get close to people and get overly fond of people cause they leave.  You keep a safe distance, then you don’t grieve when they go, right?

I have grown fond of a few people I’ve worked with through the years.  Only a handful of the folks I’ve worked with through the years have I been really fond of.

I do realize that’s not a healthy attitude to take and can lead to a lonely existence but I think somewhere in my psyche, that’s a fear I have and what led me down the path to Introvertedness, maybe.

I know I can still see her and all but it’s just different when they fly the coop.  I’ve seen Dave, what, two times since he left…a few emails….Old Co-Worker Patrick that I loved…do I evah hear from him?  Of course not…Even The Gentleman Formerly Known As My Boss (also a Dave)…has become a distant figure of my past.  My friend Brenda, that I used to work with….I haven’t seen her in ages and we live on the same side of town.

I do hear from my Shishter though.   I’ve seen her once in the last year but I hear from her nearly everyday.  That’s cause she’s my Shishter.

I’ll miss ol’ Cher’.  She’s wonderful to work next to.  Probably one of the most real people around.  Not a phony bone in her body.  Plus, she takes good pictures.

It’s Snowing Out There In The Gloaming…

snowday.jpgThe view from the hill where I work…overlooking Scenic Inglewood.

Wish I had more leave. I’da stayed home with the whole fan damily today. The newspeople made it sound like the Blizzard of the Century…”DON’T leave home unless you HAVE to” they said…all a’twitter. 

I think it took me 15 minutes to get to work and I live in one of the “hard hit” counties. 

**Update…it got heavier later.  It was so pretty.

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J Dub had to get out and make him a snowball.

Because I’m Worth It…

I took Cherry’s advice and hightailed it over to the mall at lunch and got one of those chair massages.

Oh. Mah. Gawsh.  It was so fabulous, it almost made me consider smoking a cigarette.  (Not really)

I totally deserved that.  I haven’t had a massage since 2003 and that was the only one I’d ever had.

$20 for 22 minutes is not bad.  I felt it was worth every penny.

I think I will do that regularly. It might work that horrendous kink I have in my right shoulder blade that I’m always trying to get Mr. Smiff to rub his elbow on.  I think that gets on his nerves when I ask him to do that.

He never, I mean NEVER asks for a backrub or nothing.  I’d give it if’n he’d axt me.

I didn’t drool too bad when I went to sit up after my 22 minutes, neither.  I did have the thought that I paid some guy I’d never met before in my life to rub on me.  Heh.

Best $20 I’ve spent lately, fo sho. I highly recommend it.

The Candy Man Can

Martin Short was on Letterman a couple weeks ago.  He was killing me telling about meeting Pres. Bush.  I saved it for two weeks on the ol’ dvr so Mr. Smiff could see it.  He was pretty glad I did.

I Tried…And I Tried…

I don’t understand the love affair people have with Panera.  I have one practically in my backyard.  I’ve eaten at it once since it was built.  I found it very mediocre.

Today, my co-workers wanted to go there.  “Oh it’s my favorite place to eat” said They.    Ok, so maybe I was wrong and that one time I was there was an off day. I will give it another shot.

Nope.

I don’t get it.   I’m not hard to please with food.  The Chicken Salad was, at best, mediocre.  I’ve had the soup in the bread bowl and I found it sorta nasty-ish. 

What is it that I’m missing here?  It must be the same, tragically unhipness thing I have that causes me to miss what’s so great about Starbucks.  I do like the atmosphere at Starbucks.  I like the Frappacino’s (on occasion) but coffee-wise?  Give me Folger’s anyday over that stuff that never fails to leave an after-taste with me.

I tried, people…I really tried. I am hopeless in the Hip Department, I’m ‘fraid.

Portrait

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I had forgotten about this.  This portrait hung over our piano the whole time I was growing up.  It was painted by some artist that did some famous (or sorta kinda but not really famous) painting of Elvis or something. 

My mother didn’t have it hanging up while she was married to my stepfather.  After he died, all these pictures came out. 

The only thing about it though…I don’t think it looks like my sister a whole lot.  I have the real photo of this somewhere.

Oscar Hairdos and Various and Sundry Other Nonsense

I am the last person on the earth qualified to speak about fashion.  I am well aware of this. 

I couldn’t help but notice Cameron Diaz presenting on the Oscars last night.  She is so adorable and had on this great dress, probably by some grand designer that cost in the thousands upon thousands…she looked like a goddess, except he hair…it looks like she just threw it on top of her head…”Oh, I’m going to the Oscars….I just don’t have time to fix my hair.”  What is the deal with that??? (I tried to find a picture but couldn’t)

Daniel Day Lewis…weird haircut and all…I think he is hawt.

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Now, that little French gal that won Best Actress?  She was adorable.  ss-080224-oscarawards-08_widec.jpgShe reminds me of my friend Cherry, the photographer.  Cherry thought I had done gone crazy when I told her that this morning.  The girl can’t take a compliment. 

Cherry won runner-up in some sort of photography contest with a picture of the Holy Tara.  Isn’t that cool?  I’m not gonna tell the HT though.  She’ll want royalties or something.  This is the picture she won with..

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I Smell Cake

I went off and forgot to put mascara on this morning.  Can you believe that? I feel nekkid.  I bet nobody else knows this but me.  It’s bothersome.

I did get over the mascara-less Sista when I got to work and Co-Worker Karen had made me this in honor of my birthday:

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Homemade from scratch…Strawberry Cake.  It was to die for.  

Who needs long, full eyelashes when you have this? 

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Cool Kitty

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What’d You Do On Your Day Off?

From our friends at Webster’s Online Dictionary…1pre·cious
Pronunciation:
\ˈpre-shəs\
Function:
adjective
Etymology:
Middle English, from Anglo-French precios, from Latin pretiosus, from pretium price — more at price
Date:
13th century

1 : of great value or high price <precious jewels> 2 : highly esteemed or cherished <a precious friend> 3 : excessively refined : affected

Yep…I think little Will here fits that definition pretty doggone good, don’t you?

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I went to see my friend Lisa today and her new little boy. This was a child that was seriously longed for, prayed for and now he’s here!

I took some fabulous pictures of Lisa’s cat, too. It didn’t dawn on me til just now that that mighta offended her. “Oh yes….a beautiful baby you have there, but, what a great cat!”

Sometimes my brilliance amazes even me. lisa-b-and-will.jpg

Speaking of babies, Michelle delivered this afternoon about 2:40.

Bobby Lord

Hated to hear this morning that Bobby Lord has passed away.

Bobby has pretty much been unseen around Nashville in recent years. He retired to his native Florida the year I was born. He hosted a syndicated television show in the 60’s and was also a host on TNN’s “Celebrity Outdoors” in the 80’s.
Cool clip here that features Roy Acuff.

How Can I Help You To Say Goodbye

This new camera is swell.  The subjects in the pictures are great.

The occasion was a goodbye to Chad, our Student Minister.  He and Kelly have been very important to the HT.  They have our love and blessing…still it’s tough.

These pictures I took tonight are some of my most favorite I’ve ever taken.

michelle-bursts.jpg If she makes it til morning, Michelle will bring forth a new son tomorrow.  Dad is admiring his work there.

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Hannah was over the whole shebang.

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Two of our favorite girls…Kelly and Desiree.  (That Desiree is one hoss of a basketball player)

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Somebody accidentally, kinda stuck their hand in the cake.

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It’s ok to hurt and it’s ok to cry…