Archive for June, 2008

A Family Discussion

It always goes back to sex. Here in this short little clip, you will see my cousins Cindy, Vicki, Judi and my Aints Joy and Lady.   I’m the one doing the interviewing and wetting my pants laughing so hard. Do keep in mind that my Aint Joy is 88 years old and the “quiet, refined” Collie. There’s only one and she would be it.

The Stars At Night…Are Big and Bright

I got to go down to San Antonio Friday to see my kinpeoples. It was a quickly planned, spur-of-the-moment thing and the doings of the Good Lord. I’ll tell more about it later but here’s a few pictures of me and the Collie Clan…

Now, I’m not positive, but, I think I had just said something off-cullah.  The way Cuzzin Sharon (I was named after her) is looking at me…I think it’s possible.

This is my Aunt Lady (that is her real name) my two-time Uncle Wesley (was married first to my Aunt Junie then married Lady after Junie died. Heh.) and then my Aunt Joy with their most favorite-est niece. 

Top…me, Cindy, Vicki Sitting…Judi, Joy, Lady and Sandra.

Yes, we are hawt.

Mo’ later.

Still Raining

I’ll praise You in this storm and I will lift my hands
That You are who You are, no matter where I am
Every tear I’ve cried, You hold in Your hand
You’ve never left my side and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

George Carlin

Loved George Carlin.  Just loved him. Ok so yeah, he’d hurt my feelings when he’d diss the Lawd and all, however, everything he said was pretty well thought out and I admired how comfortable he was with it. Never agreed with that part…however…a lot of what he said here, I’m down with.

The man who I allowed to knock me out and operate on my nose, Dr. Tom Holzen,(who is also perhaps one of the best Bluegrass fans around) could pass for George’s twin.

Show Me Your Hallelujah Hands, Boys and Girls…

It’s that time of year again….one of my favorite things all year…Bible Skoo is back and I am oncet again the Official Picksha Lady.  (That’s what the kids usually call me so that’s what I put on my nametag) I don’t do the regular teacher thing at Bible Skoo cause I get bored being in one spot.  Thisaway, I can be all over the place and I dig that. 


#2 is doing Basketball this time. (Again)  He was doing a fair job in guarding Mr. Jeff.

While his sister (see her there in her glasses?) is helping with the Arts & Crafts portion of the show.

The lovely Kim (isn’t she purty?) Took me riding on the water cart to take pickshas and we decided we needed one of us. 

This right here though…was my favorite moment of the entire night.  The chick in the tye-dye? That’s my good girlfriend, Melissa.  Melissa would be the first to tell you she is not right.  However, she is really good at working with the Preschool aged bunch. 

She had the little chilluns in a line…walking down the hallway….snapping fingers…raising hands in the air and told the little cherubs they had “Hallelujah Hands”  and she WASN’T TRYING TO BE FUNNY.  Serious as a holy heart attack.  Nearly made me stop, drop and roll (and wish I had Depends on)

Oh and something else that happened, that was not documented…I did my annual cartwheel.  I can still do it! 

Tupelo ‘A Go-Go

I can’t help but think some of the inspiration for the New Main Street Singers in A Mighty Wind came straight from this. Maybe?

Hit It, Pearl

Go here and when the choir starts singing, see if you can pick out my sister amongst the Church Lady Chick Sing-ahs.  (Go to the one that says “Intimacy With Christ.” The preacher prays then they start singing)

She looks like a Baptist goddess, does she not? (Is that sacreligious?  Eh…if it is, it is.)  Do keep in mind that is the same person who used to pin me down, acting like she was gonna spit in my face.  Don’t let that sweet spirit fool you, people.  Heh.  Wonder if the Church Folks are aware of this?  I wonder if she’s repented for that?

Feel Good, Folkie Friday

It’s Friday and I’m taking a day offa work.  

 I got my haircut last night and it’s basically the same ‘do I’ve had, just more texturizing and layers and dangit, I like it. I tried to put a picksha on here of it, but, it didn’t want to post. I went to a different hair person (I’m funny that way. I’ve been to just about every hairdo person in Sumner County through the years. It’s kinda funny. My ADD goes to the beauty shop, too, I reckon)

I did get a call last night that the DQ had taken ill whilst at Camp. I was a little perturbed at my only daughter because she has not called me once while she’s been away. I’ve gotten a coupla texts from her but I guess it would be too cramping of her chic style to have anybody see her speak to her mother while she’s away. Now, I’m not the kinda mom that’s going to be calling every hour on the hour. That’s not my style. I am all about her having her little world and not intruding, however, when I get a call that my kid is in bed with a fever and she’s in another state and she doesn’t bother to call me? Eh. Sista don’t play ‘dat.

I find it interesting that she is trying to put off this image that she’s an independent gal that just sleeps at my house. I also find it interesting that she locked her door before she left as if I would be completely outsmarted and not figure out a way to get in there, if’n I wanted to. They think they came up with all these ideas…which is so funny. Like I thought my parents had no idea when I was her age and I was smoking in my room, blowing smoke out the screen. Gah.

Even with my miffed-ness at my kid (ever so slight…I do miss her) your Sista feels good today. I went to Zumba this morning and I swear y’all…I can flat do me some Samba and Hip Hop when it’s called fer. Yo Sista has got really good rythym for a white girl.

The Zumba teacher who taught the class this morning…she is something else. Her name is Deb and she also cut my hair last night. I’ve been to various Step and Kick Boxing classes she’s taught for gosh, about 12 years and didn’t know til not long ago she’s a Hairdo person. This woman has the flattest stomach on anybody over 40, with two kids I have ever seen.

Oh and I made me a To Do List. Tara O. really threw me some encouragement on that and has even checked in with me today to make sure I’m on it. I’ve done gotten some things checked offit, T. How bout that? Me and Tara’s going out to eat tonight. I love hanging with Tara. Everybody should have a friend like her.

Since I’m feeling so good, I’m gonna throw this song up here cause it always makes me feel good when I hear it. This here is Richard and Mimi Farina. Richard was killed, I think, in a motorcycle accident (that does not make me feel good but it does that he wrote this cool tune)  and his cute little wife is Joan Baez’s sister.

Something else about this clip that makes me happy is the dulcimer. Dulcimers make me happy to hear, too. I also love how Richard Farina invites the tv audience to sing along. In that spirit, I’m inviting you to sing along, too. And if you don’t feel like a smiley face when you’re done, then I can’t hep you none. 

Everybody sing…..


Freckle Faced Boy

Look at my cute little boy.  No, the car was not moving when I took these pictures the other day. 

#2 is listening to his hero Wichita Rutherford. We’d already got home, but, he was still listening.  He’s so into Wichita, he wants his own podcast. 

Cyd Charisse

Hated to hear that  Cyd Charisse has passed away…my word, that ol’ gal had her some laigs and could flat cut a rug, couldn’t she?  I always thought she was foreign because she was so exotic looking with a name like that….she was from Texas.


So Sue Me

I had to make a pit stop at the Walgreens after having a fabulous lunchtime with Christy of Beyond The Fried to get me some Goody’s Headache Powders. I took Tylenol this morning, which I never do, but, I was out of the other and I just want to say is there any potent medicine in Tylenol? It did nothing for my massive headache.

The piped in music at the Walgreens was playing this song and I’m so sarry, but, these girls singing makes me happy. It reminds me of when I was but a young bride. I even had a hairdid like Chynna Phillips’.

Too bad the Drama Queen wasn’t around to hear me singing along quite loudly, alternating betwixt the baritone and tenah. She does love it so when I do that. Heh.

Ice Cream Castles In The Air

I was at Wendy and Stacy’s house tonight.  They live on Old Hickory Lake and if there’s anything better than watching the sun come up over Old Hickory (or Owwwd Heeeeek’ry as the natives say), it’s watching a sunset over Old Hickory Lake. 

His Wageness saw the same thing from his vantage point in Downtown Nashville.

Monday Morning Observation

I took the HT early this morning to send her off to Centrifuge for a week (I keep wanting to call it Ridgecrest but that isn’t even where they’re going. I kinda like CentriCrest or RidgeFuge).

This is the Girls’ pile of luggage…

And this would be the Guys pile of stuff going to Camp for a week…

Now, in all fairness, there aren’t as many guys on the trip (I don’t think) but do take note of the obvious lesser density in belongings, will you?  It made me laugh.

Something else that made me giggle and at the same time gave me hope that Tomorrow’s Leaders just may have some manners in ’em….look in this picture…Matt, who is my brother in all things of an Attention Deficited Nature and my preacher man, is praying over the kids before the bus leaves, asking God to keep them safe, etc.

The guy in the blue tshirt, who would be Rick…is leaning over to remove Kelsey’s head garment during the prayer.  Rick had a head garment of some sort on before the prayer commenced and he removed it.  I was impressed with Rick’s sense of respect for the moment, however, he did not, for whatever reason, remove my child’s headgear (she’s in the blue hoodie next to the faux pas’ing Kelsey)

I think next year or the year after, when #2 is old enough to embark on his own CentriCrest journey, I may have to go along for the ride. 

How I wish there were photographs (maybe there are somewhere) of my Ridgecrest (the pre-cursor to Centrifuge, which has been the rite of passage for most Southern Baptist kids since about 1984) trip in 1982.  Gosh, that was fun. 

I remember Eric McLemore sitting in the back of the bus (oddly enough, wearing a ski cap not unlike what the HT had on this morning) with his JAM BOX (oh how 80’s am I?) and he’d play that song of Joe Walsh’s (cassette..pre-cds) …the one about “I have a limo I ride in the back…I lock the doors incase I’m attacked) and he’d do the (was it a guitar solo) on the side of his face and I thought that was cool. 

Oh and Sandra kept insisting Eric play “Desparado” over and over and over and over…..That’s when I learned all the words to that song.  It’s not like it was a current hit in ’82. 

Mike Smart, who’s mama made him come on the trip, going out to smoke (seems she also sent along a carton of cigarettes in his suitcase. That’s hilarious to me. Mike was maybe a rising Senior in high school that summer. Can you imagine a mom in Brentwood doing that today???)

Mike’s sister, Sheri, who was one of my roomates on that trip…she was soooo pretty…a little older than me and me watching her do her Beauty Routine every night and trying to emulate it. (This was the summer I was in 7th grade, remembah) 

There was some canned drink in the machines there that I’d never seen before or since…it was like Mountain Dew, but, I think it was called “Moonshine.”  Chris Murphy and David Owenby collected those cans the whole week and built this monstrous pyramid in their window. 

We got aquainted with Carman on that trip.  One of our chaperones was HAWT for Carman.

I also remember very vividly the first morning at Ridgecrest, walking around and noticing the mountains of Western North Carolina. I remember stopping on the walkway and just staring at it, not believing how beautiful it was.  It still gives me a bit of a lump in my throat remembering how awed I was at that sight.  It looked much like this picture here.  (Maybe that’s why they used it. Derrrrr)  I’d only seen stuff like that on tv before then.  Just one of those moments…

We went to Sliding Rock on that trip….another natural phenomenon and perhaps THE COLDEST water I’ve ever been in.  Someday, I’ve got to take the Smiff Kids there.  That was the same day I went inside the city limits of South Carolina for about 5 minutes because somebody took a wrong turn ( a very wrong turn).  The only time I’ve ever been in that state and here the HT is in South Carolina for the second time and I’ve never been there.  How odd is that?

Anyhow…I tried to get a hug outta my daughter but no dice.  Kelsey and Morgan (her good girlfriends who dig me) obliged me. 

To be 14 again….um….no thanks.  I did enjoy watching her be 14 this morning though.



Daddy And Home

Not a whole lot of film of Jimmie Rodgers.  This is very cool.

Sister Sandra…was it JR’s tombstone that fell on you that time? HA. Not many peoples can claim that distinguishing honor, to have the Singing Brakeman’s…um…part of his resting place fall on ya person.

Happy Father’s Day

I’ve shared this here before, but, I love it so much, I have to share it again, since it’s Father’s Day.  Y’all indulge me…

This is from a telegram sent from my Dad to his Dad on Father’s Day, 1975-


What do you think has happened now, I’m the happiest boy alive

For  sometimes when we go out alone, my Dad, he lets me drive

He taught me about the gears and things a long, long time ago

And he is always explaining out to me the things a boy should know

Of course, when Mother is along, Dad sticks to the wheel

She is nervous and gets scared, you know how women feel

My mother, she is a brick alright, she is the best, by far

She mends and cooks and cleans for me, but, Dad….

He lets me drive the car.

June 10, 1935-By Biff Collie

Happy Father’s Day, Dad…I still think you’re the best.  I love you.

I miss ’em both.