Archive for August, 2008

A Piece of the Pie

It has been an exhausting weekend and I can’t remember the last time I was as physically tired as I was last night when I laid down to go to bed, but, this last 48 hour period has, without a doubt, been one of the most surreal, unbelievable two days of my life.  It all hasn’t sunk in yet. 

This right here…is my Special Happy Place.

I Called It

It isn’t gonna shock anybody for me to express how I am not political.  I don’t care a thing about politics.  I don’t care what side of the fence you stand on.  I don’t like to watch those shows where they argue across a table about stuff (and seem to have a whopping good time doing it).  I don’t care what color my President is, whether he/she be green, fuschia or periwinkle.  I don’t care about politics.

However, I love History and anything pertaining to it. (Except for a few eras that are just boring to me) Because I love History, I like to catch a peek at things like the Democratic National Convention and will peek for a second at the Republican Convention. 

I distinctly remember the night Barack Obama came out and gave the Keynote address at the 2004 Convention.  Me, the unpolitical one remember, said to my husband, “That guy is going to be our first black President and I bet it will happen in 2008.”  I don’t think I’d ever seen him before that.  Maybe I had, but, this was the first time I remember him long enough that he caught my deficited attention.

This is not necessarily an endorsement.  I’m not sure I like His Barack-ness yet.  I’m not sure I like Paw Paw McCain neither.  I think Joe Biden’s son is rather handsome though.

Smile With Me

I know it’s only Thursday, but, I don’t know that I’ll get this up tomorrow and I don’t want to miss Feel Good Friday. I love this song and I love Rufus Wainwright and Judy Garland.

What’s Happenin’ Hot Stuff?

The Princess of All Thangs Of A Dramatic Nature was watching some show on the tv.  I recognized one of the men on there from Doogie Howser.  I think he played Doogie’s dad.  Anyway, this show looked like one of those 7th Heaven kinda shows (don’t tell nobody this, but, I got sucked into that show back when the aformentioned Princess was into that. Sheesh) with the perfect looking teenaged girls that you want to slap, right? 

I only turned to look at this thing for about 15 seconds, long enough to see Doogie’s dad and the woman playing the mom.  I liked to have had a duck when it dawned on me who was playing the MOM.

Do what?  Why’s Molly Ringwald playing a mom of teenagers, for the love of Long Duck Dong?  I mean, she just had her 16th birthday and everybody forgot it and….wait.  That was 1984, which would make that 24 years ago. 

I was totally trying to figure out how could it be that Molly Ringwald could be even portraying a mother of teens on the teevee.  I looked Molly up on the Google and she’s almost exactly a year to the day older than me, so, that means she’s 40.  Whoa.

Then I remembered I have a kid who will be 17 in January and another who will be 15 in about 2 weeks.

On top of that, the last couple days, I have spewed forth more Mom -sounding rhetoric to my teens than I can remember doing all at once. I have sounded very much like a grownup. (Scary) I mean, I am a parent of teenagers.  I know I probably shoulda been hit with this reality, oh, about 4 years ago when the Manchild crossed that threshold, and I guess I did.  I think given some circumstances flying around, there’s been a lot more reality checks of late.

What’s even scarier to me is that the Manchild is just a little over a year away from being a legal adult.  That means he’ll be able to vote.  He’ll be able to buy cigarettes if he so chooses (I hope that he doesn’t), he’ll have to register for the Draft or whatever they call it.

This navel-gazing moment was brought to you courtesy of Molly Ringwald.  Thanks a heap, Molly.

At Least They’re Consistent

I had to drop something off at the school office yesterday for the Manchild.

Incase you haven’t been inside a high school office lately….Office Ladies are still bitchy.  Nice to know some things never change.

Funny how at months away from my 40th birthday, walking into school office and being greeted so un-warmly by Office Lady…still makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong or that I need to get an Absent Slip cause I skipped school…again.

Fermez Votre Japper

I have this co-worker who talks about nothing but her son.  Her son who is the same age as my son.  Her son…we’ll call him Colin (that aint his name) and my Manchild actually know each other.  I’m not gonna say how cause somebody will be trying to piece it together.

Anyway, I work with Colin’s mother. This woman puts everything into this kid.  I can understand pride in your chilluns and all that but she has millions of pictures of Colin at her desk.  One that is frankly, disturbing.  Almost like Colin is her boyfriend.  Every conversation the woman has, Colin is brought up. I mean, every single conversation.  Colin is an athelete and to talk to her, perfect in every way. 

 Colin has a big brother (that I know as well) and their mom never talks about him.  If she does, it’s with a tsk tsk tone and it drives me nuts.  The Brother…we’ll call him Tim.  Tim is adorable.  He is very bright, funny, ridiculously handsome.  I’ve know Tim since he was a little boy, about the same age as #2.  Tim has ADD and is obviously a disappointment to Asshat Mother.  I had a conversation with AM a few weeks ago, or rather, SHE was having a conversation with me about Colin.  I couldn’t stand it no mo.  I told her that Tim was every bit as wonderful as Colin was and that Colin was going to be in for a rude awakening someday when things didn’t always come so easy for him and at that point, Tim will probably be a bajillionaire and Colin will be borrowing money from him. 

I doubt very seriously she heard me.  Why? Because she continued talking about Colin as though he were the second coming of the Good Lawd Himself. 

A week or so later, I was in another co-worker’s office…one I don’t ever go in and sit down and talk with, but, this rare moment I did.  We were chatting it up, and in the door burst my favorite Asshat Mother. Didn’t say “Pardon me for interrupting” “Kiss my butt” or nothing….starts in on …you guessed it…COLIN.

When I am happy, you know it, for I smile or laugh.  When I am disgusted, I may not say so, but, one look at me and you can tell, right?  I was disgusted. Totally.

About an hour later, Asshat Mother comes to my cube (I didnt invite her) comes in and says “Are you ok? You seem down.”  I wanted to say “I’m not down but you get on my last nerve.”  I didn’t.  I didn’t say nothing cause she wouldn’t have listened nohow. 

I got to work this morning and I swear to you, it wasn’t five minutes and she opened her mouth and out came “Colin”.  I started laughing uncontrollably.  I am a mean person. 

And people wonder why I wear headphones and listen to music while I work?

Big Doin’s For The Smiffs

This past Thursday night, I had the wonderful opportunity attend the Source Foundation Awards at the Musicians Hall of Fame. This year was the 6th annual presentation to women who have been a vital source in the success of Music Row and the Nashville Entertainment Industry. 

This year, Source honored Rose Drake,( who I used to wait on years ago at Huff’s Foodtown in Brentwood,) who is the widow of steel guitar god Pete Drake and an amazing businesswoman, who was the brains behind Pete’s record label, publishing, and continues to this day, 20 years after his death doing what she does so well.  I think they said Rose’s first music biz job was taking requests on the Ernest Tubb Record Shop Midnite Jamboree and her compensation was one album a month. 

Helen Farmer was the Director of Special Projects at the CMA for many years.  I hadn’t seen Helen since Fan Fair of 1991, when I was pregnant with the first kid.  Helen and my Dad were close friends and I was pretty tickled to see her and to see her recognized for her contribution.

Reba Hancock was honored posthumously for being the rock behind her brother, Johnny Cash’s business.  Her daughter Kelly was there to accept her Mom’s award.

Another honoree that was quite interesting was Lucy Coldsnow Smith.  Lucy spent 10 years as Marty Robbins’ assistant before moving to Hollywood, becoming a very succesful dialogue editor.  I couldn’t believe I was sitting across from an Academy Award winner.  We are talking BIG TIME. Go look at that link to see the movies she’s worked on. 

Virginia Team was honored for her trailblazing art direction.  Gosh, I’ve seen her name on so many albums.  I used to just study liner notes like crazy, so much so, I recognized the names of the people who have worked for her for many years. 

Oh yeah…there was another distinguished honoree…a certain Mutha In Law of mine
The whole evening was so fun (even Marshall Chapman leaned over to me during the thing and said “I had no idea this would be THIS fun!” heh) and the vibe in the room (although it was hotter than hades) was just sparkly. 

It got even MORE interesting when Jeannie Seeley began to tell about Hazel’s early days in Caswell County, NC and how she moved to Nashville in 1970 (with a 10 year old Mr. Smiff in tow),her days at Hillbilly Central, the days when she worked for Dr. Hook, Ricky Skaggs, the years she wrote for Country Music Magazine and the zillions of other things she’s done…it’s really quite impressive, all the things Hazel has done.   Not bad for a Tobacco Farmer’s daughter.

We were all proud and happy for Hazel through the whole shindig, and we all almost wet our britches when Jeannie announced there was somebody special there to present her her award. Surprised sho nuff we were when His Garthness strolled into the room.   He had some wonderful things to say about Hazel and how much she means to him.  Pretty dang sweet.

After the program was over, there was the obligatory photo ops.

You can see more pichurs over there > at the Flickr.

As we were taking this photo here of my older children (#2 was really unimpressed with the whole thing cause he had his Gameboy with him. Someday, he’s gonna kick himself for that) I told Garth that I had a picture of him holding Baby Tyler at the Opry. He looked at Tyler, who is as tall as he is and probably weighs the same and said “I don’t think we’ll try to duplicate that pose.”

Really…a wonderful night.