I Smell Doughnuts

 

Way back in the goodle days, before there was a 440, to get to the Nashville airport from Brentwood, we had to take 65 to Thompson Lane and go that way to the airport. 

When I was a small kid, my dad made fairly frequent trips to the airport as a passenger and because he would often mail his radio show tapes out from the main post office there next to the old terminal.  It was not unusual to go late at night on those Post Office runs.

The ultimate treat back then was the times we got to stop at the old, Krispy Kreme place there on the corner of Thompson Lane and Nolensville Rd.  Of course, you get to the KK AFTER you’ve gone through that old, narrow tunnel and honked…

I never go to that part of town anymore, but, happened to be over that way Friday night.  I was glad to see they kept the old sign when they built the new building.  That sight right there gives me the warm fuzzies.

I always wanted to play in that cool park there across the street.  We’d pass there and I would think that would be the COOLEST playground to play on.  I never once went through that slide with the tunnel or rode that merry-go-round.  Deprived child.

How I Spent My Saturday

 

We met up with my sister and her Chilluns and got some real, bonafide cult-cha at the Frist Center.  I had never been to the actual museum.  I’ve eaten at the Cafe there when I worked across the street.  That’s awful of me.  Who knew that under 18 is free? Not I.

Now, I don’t know a plum-dilly skadoo about fine art, however, I dug me some Monet’s, Picasso’s, Dali’s, Van Gogh’s, Renoir’s and the like.  It made me wish I knew a little something. 

The only way I knew who Renoir was from Terms of Endearment when Shirley MacLaine used her Renoir to lure Jack Nicholson into her bedroom.  That’s terrible.

The kids really dug the place upstairs where they could make their own art.  We spent a long time up there. 

It was hilarious when I was at the table making my own Tiffany design and there was this little girl sitting next to me.  She was maybe 6.  You could tell that she probably lived in Zip Code 37205, 37220 or 37215. 

The little girl got up and disappeared for probably 5 + minutes.  While she was gone, The Holy Tara came and sat down and commenced to making her own Tiffany design.   A few minutes later, the Girl shows back up and says to the HT, really snotty, “Um, excuse me…but that was MY seat.”   I told the HT to stay where she was. 

I got up to leave and HT says “Don’t leave me here with Snobby Rich Kid.” 

Snobby Rich Kid proceeded to order my nephew and #2 around one of the other exhibits.  I bet her name was Blythe or something like Sloan.   We all wanted to slap her silly.

I made my way up to the exciting Metropolis of Ashland City (pretty soon they’re gonna have a sign at the City Limits that says “Home of Brittney” you mark my word).  I went up there to see my boss’s band the Chilljammers throw it down.

Some things I noticed about Ashland City…they grow the boys very tall up there.  There was some quite handsome, young, tall guys up there.  I don’t know what I expected to see, but, that was not it.

Those people had the best time. Especially my boss’s wife.  She did not miss a dance.

Have I ever told y’all what a cool boss I have?  He is.  He’s not somebody you want to see show up with clipboard in hand, if’n you happen to operate an eating establishment, hotel/motel, or tattoo place. If he shows up, then that’s not good.  However, he is a nice, nice guy and he can sing. 

I Still Suck

Isn’t she adorable?  This is my former co-worker Bonnie.  She is about to have her first baby.  She doesn’t know what it is, but, I suspect girl baby.   I got to have lunch with her and former Co-Worker Andrea yesterday.  Dadgum, was I glad to see these girls.  They’re pretty hi-larious.  They love to

   tell this story about me and a phone person.  Apparently, they still tell it regularly.  They’re fun girls.  I miss working next to them.

It’s A Gift

Here’s a great article from CNN.com written by somebody with Asperger’s.  The things the writer describes are very similiar to #2.  He has a sense of humor though.  He does take things you say literally, which is challenging for a sarcastress like me. 

The more I learn about Asperger’s and the more stuff like this I read, the more I realize that really, my #2 has a gift.   

One of these days, he’s going to take these instruments he pretends to play and he’s going to break into Rawhide or something.

Buried Treaure

When I was at my Mom’s house today, I found some stuff I didn’t know was still around and it tickled me to death.

I found the very first two cd’s I ever owned. 

One was Neil Young and the Shocking Pinks-Everybody’s Rockin’, which I purchased at the recommendation of one Steve Goodhue.  I worked with Steve at the Hall of Fame.  He was one of the first, real free spirits I knew.  (I was 18 then remember?)  He was in his late 20’s or early 30’s at the time and was so creative and funny. 

  

The last time I saw Steve was at my wedding reception in 1989.  Has anybody seen Steve?  Tell him I said hey.  He was just the coolest feller. 

He would make these album/tapes of his own songs.  He’d make his own album covers, like one in particular I remember he called “Hubcap Annie.”  He took this picture of himself in front of the old Hubcap Annie building on Wedgewood. 

I remember going with Steve and his girlfriend, Annie, to see a show at the Belcourt Theater that had Rodney Crowell, Vince Gill, Rosanne Cash, John D. Loudermilk, John Hiatt, Pat McLaughlin…1987.  The last year I really had lots of fun.  That was the year I saw TONS of amazing, live music.  Sometimes I wish I could turn the clock back to that year.

Then the other one….oh boy this is a good ern….

  I think my friend from high school, Billy Robinson, gave this to me.  Either him or Dave Rice.  I think it was Billy.  He gave it to me for Christmas. I think the year was 1986.  Whoa. 

Something else these cds remind me of is how when I got my first cd player, which seems to me, was quite expensive at the time, it messed up the first week.  I remember asking Alan Stoker, who is the Recording Engineer Extraordinaire at the HOF what he thought it could be and he said “Sounds like your laser is messed up.”  My laser.  How high tech was that for the time, I ask you?

These cd’s still sound as good as they did over 20 years ago and have given me a large happy today, which was a weird day. 

Twinin’ With My Mingles

My first dog I got after I got married was a little cocker mix I named Maybelle. Great dog she was.  She met her end on a rainy night in March 1994 and that made me so sad.

I named her Maybelle as in Mother.  This clip makes me want to go find my autoharp and pick the Wildwood Flower. 

How I’m Spending My Thursday

My sister is at the hospital with Mom this morning.  I don’t feel so bad since I got to take her to not one, but, two ER trips in January.  I don’t want to hog all the fun, ya know.  She said Mom was her usual, patient self whilst waiting her turn.  (Hee.)  I think she said something about mumbling about not getting to have any coffee, food or smokes. 

Here’s Mom the other day with her new friend Gingah.

Here’s my mom long, long ago…

I want her to be ok.  She’s a hoot to be around.

So, I’m off today.  I have the niece and nephew in my custody and along with #2, we’re going on some sort of adventure today.  What that entails, I do not know.  But we’re gonna do something.  I want to go to the Hermitage.

Richard Widmark

One of the greatest of the great “Other Men” of Hollywood…Richard Widmark has died at the ripe old age of 93.

His resume is about 5 miles long….Judgement at Nuremburg, Kiss Of Death, The Alamo, Panic In The Streets, Don’t Bother To Knock (with Marilyn Monroe) and a buttload of others.  Great actor.

Of The Suck

I’m going to be positive, even upon hearing that my mother has some malignant cells on the bladder (as opposed to in.)  This little quote on a website…..I don’t know…

Superficial bladder cancer has a 5-year survival rate of about 85%.

Have I ever mentioned here how I hate cancer? My dad, his sister, his brother, my mom’s sister, brother…..others too numerous to mention.  I hate it. 

Another Man Done Gone

Yet another one of my favorite co-workers is jumping the ship.  Lisa (left) has become a really good friend.  I will really miss her.   So will Donna (right).  Donna better not think of going nowhere.

I Know A Little Sumthin’ Bout Birthin’ Babies

Last summer, I knew my former co-worker’s wife was pregnant before he or she did. 

I was pretty tickled Saturday to get a text from Daddy Dave with nothing but this face….Zaley Marie.

I know probably 10 people who have had babies in the last couple months or will be in the next month.  I am sho’ glad it ain’t me.

Score!

I think when my time comes for cataract surgery, I will look awfully hot in the sunglasses, don’t you?

I had never had my eyes numbed before.  Ick. And. Ick.  The eye doctor pronunced my retinas pristine and said nothing about no funky nerves.  I don’t have glaucoma neither.  Praise!

All three of my offspring pronounced me as reminding them of Mimi wearing these things. That blessed me tremendously. 

 Which reminds me of when my mother had  cataract surgery done.  Most people don’t have complications with that surgery.  No.  Except my mother.  I don’t even remember exactly what the problem was but she was in a lot of pain.  I had to go get her and take her all the way out to Franklin…lead her in the office.  She was moaning and groaning.  It was great.  Even with her Grandma Collie Glasses on, the light was bothering her. 

l never forget leading her into the office and there was some little kid there with his grandparent and he ran and hid cause he thought Mimi was a monster.  Ahahahahahaha….it was all I could do to not lose it.  It was tragic because there was nobody there to share in my entertainment of the whole scene.  I texted my sister to try to share some of the humor in the moment, but, she didn’t find it so funny.  Well, it WAS funny.  It just was.

I’m curious as to whether there will be funny moments this Thursday when Mom has to have a surgical procedure.  She asked me the other day…”You didn’t tell your Blog (like my blog is its own person) about my bladder, did you?”  Not yet.  She has some polyps on her bladder, it seems so she’s going to get those taken care of.  Mom doped up is always entertaining. 

I’m not worried about her outcome yet.  I’m not going to worry until I need to.  So y’all who pray or do karma or whatever …throw some at the Meem, would ya?

Sista In A Quandry

I’m going to the eye doctor today.  I’m thinking of trying contacts again.  I wore one some number of years ago and I got frustrated with it and in typical, Sista fashion, I gave up pretty quick.  I think I’m gonna need two this time since that was going on ten years ago and I know my vision has gone downhill since. 

I want some cool glasses too but then again, I hated wearing glasses cause they made me feel old.  At the same time, I’d like to be able to read something comfortably and quit making more wrinkles from squinting.  I squint so much, I don’t even realize it.  I realize I’m squinting on those rare moments I’m not squinting, then I think to myself “Wow…I’m not squinting…this feels weird.”  I’ve been thataway for years thanks to astigmatism.  Last time I had an eye exam, they told me my nerves in my eyes were shaped weird. (Thanks for noticing) That was the optometerist down at the Wal Marts though.  Today, I’m going to an opthamologist so we’ll see what she says. 

It dawns on me that I bet she’ll dilate my pupils.  Joy oh glory oh joy at that.  Maybe, if I’m lucky, I can get some of those old people, temporary sunglasses.  They remind me a little of those shade sunglasses my Grandma was so fond of…..heh.  I haven’t thought of that in years.  It makes me laugh , thinking of seeing her stick her shades into her old lady glasses.

Easter 2008

Thank you, Jana and Ginger for letting me sang with you’uns this morning.   I was sure blessed to be part of it.

There’s An Empty Grave

I know my Redeemer lives. Happy Easter.