Posts from the ‘Heh’ Category

FGF: Yodel-ay-heeeeeeee

I’m back to where I look forward to Fridays and it sho do feel good. I hope you feel good this Friday.

Humor me here…I LOVE this song.  I can’t help it.  It’s on my Ipod with the incomparable Mary Martin rendering it, but, alas…no You Tube video could I find of her singing it so  I suppose the adorable Lennon Sisters, though dressed ridiculously here, are just cuter than bugs in a rug and dang if them girls didn’t nail that harmony!

And while I was hunting down the Lonely Goatherd, oh my sweet precious Lord Jesus…I found this…

I about wet my pants laughing over this one. Mr. Welk called it a “modern spiritual.” Heh. It was spiritual, alright.

I Know You Are But What Am I

I think I know who mighta stolen Lance Armstrong’s bike

Four Chords and the Truth

This is great.

This is no lie. Until I watched this video a few minutes ago, I did not know that the line in Toto’s Africa  went like this:

Gonna take a lot to drag me away from you…
I don’t know what I thought it said, but, it wasn’t that. I knew the other lines but because I am the poster child for “Scuse me while I kiss this guy” sorta stuff. Make up my own lyrics (lotsa times it’s not even realy lyrics. More like my own phonics). Blinded by the light…revved up like a douche…you know..that sort of thing.

I really don’t ever want to hear anybody diss country music for having a few chords ever again.


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My Life In Pictures (Or Something Like That)

Scanning goodness for your viewing pleasure…

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I would love to live life with the reckless abandon I had here…running around wearing my tights and a cool hat, not caring how ridiculous I look.  (There’s my Hot Aunt Lady in the background)

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I was well on my way to becoming the most famous Chord Organist in the history of music.  I took it seriously.  Some of my biggest hits were “Down In The Valley”, and everybody’s favorite, “Barbara Allen.”

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I hit the road briefly as part of a traveling acrobat show in ’79.

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Jump ahead a few years, I tried to convince Merrill and Wayne Osmond to let me become “The Other” Osmond Sister since Marie had married and stuff.  They thought about it but said those eyebrows were a bit too much.

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Me and Dwight had something really special.  He had a wee bit of an issue with my yellow britches and white, lace up shoes though and still….the eyebrows were an issue.

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Who has the worst hairdo here?  Me or Hank Snow

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I had a very strict rule that I was to wear the black and red Oprah Suit (she was wearing stuff like that a lot during this era) everytime I was around a famous country star named Hank.  Hank Thompson was HOT.  (Least my hair looked a LITTLE better here.  Ok, not much but a little!)

That’s Hot

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Internets, meet my crown.  Crown, meet the Internets.  The Crown wanted to “pop” out and say howdy so there it is. 

Vaseline IS a wondrous thing for holding crowns in place til the dentist opens on Monday.

Christmas Past

I have posted this Christmas picture before, but, it’s so funny (to me anyway) I have to post it again and since we are celebrating my mother on her birthday, and since there is no threat that she’ll actually see this (computers ARE of the devil, of course) I can just post it and be amused.

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This would have been Christmas about 1972.  I am three, the Sister would have just turned 6.  I am the one in that strikingly lovely yellow gown while the Sister is decked out in the blue.  Our mother is the rather tired looking lady in the pink robe (one of my earliest memories of my mother is her in that robe).

One’s attention is obviously first turned to Mom’s hair in this picture.   It sorta has a life of its own, doesn’t it?  I guarantee you, if she were to be looking at this picture right now, she’d say “See? I used to have a lot of hair!” 

That said, Mom likes her coffee.  And her Marlblies.  I figured she hadn’t had a chance to partake in either of the aforementioned things by the time this picture was snapped (no doubt, the sun was not up yet).  However, upon closer inspection….to her right, you will notice there is an ashtray under the tree.  I don’t think Sanny Claus brung Barbara a new ashtray for Christmas. 

This is the sorta thing that in 2008, would cause a mother to be arrested…and scathing news lead in stories of “Mother Caught Smoking Under Christmas Tree”….smoking in the house AND next to the Christmas tree!  Yeah, yeah, it was a fake tree  (complete with fake snow!) and because I always remember noticing the box said the tree was “Flame Retardant” (always bringing giggles that our Christmas tree was retarded. Heh heh), there was no threat of the tree going up in flames but SMOKING UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE ON CHRISTMAS MORNING???   You might be a redneck….

Other notable notes from this photo that could be so easily overlooked by Barbara’s uncoiffed coif….notice the lamp in the back?  That was a lamp attached to the table and the base was a horse head.  I can still remember the sound that silver thing would make (it moved.)  As ugly as that thing is, I’d give a lotta money to have it now.  Talk about a good conversation piece! 

The Lincoln Logs….and what is that we’re holding up? 

And the globe….no doubt we had driven the Parents nuts asking for one.  We were so curious about Geography at this point.  “Insatiable curiosit”  of the world around us, is how teachers were always heard to describe us.  Just couldn’t get enough.

I didn’t know exactly where North Dakota was, geographically until the Manchild was about 7 and was obsessed with the Weather and I figured out where it was by a weather map.

Shut up…I was busy soaking up lots of important, useful trivia on country music and old movie stars.

Facebook, How I Love Thee

I’m all up in this Facebook thing, right? Every week, I’m running across yet another kid that i remember little details about that they don’t even remember themselves.  It’s a fun way to waste time.

I was chatting on the FB chatter thingy with my longtime peep, the infamous Murrey Gropp.  (Murrey, you need to start a blog…I mean, serrusly) Murrey was telling about his prom date.  I wanted more details so ol’ Mur’ rings me up and we had us a little reunion ala TMobile.  I guess we talked for an hour. 

 Oh gosh, Murrey had me howling talking about this kid and that one but the funniest story…he was talking about this particular kid we grew up with.  He asked if I knew where Kid was.  I said I didn’t, HOWEVER, I had been talking to his big sis on Facebook.  (Said Kid’s identity will remain anonymous to protect the…innocent…or something like that). 

I told Murrey that Said Kid’s dad had passed away some years ago and he told of how he and Kid used to hang out a lot and when he was real young, he’d spend the night over there.  Kid’s dad apparently had a penchant for Vodka and water and would get loaded and talk to the boys like they was hanging out in a truckstop.  He’d call them “Little F#$%ers.”

So maybe thats not “funny” but then, it is hilarious to me.  My parents never did nothing funny like that.  All my dad did was play “Auld Lang Syne” on this trumpet on New Year’s and “Stars and Stripes Forever” on the 4th of July.  I’m glad he didnt get intoxicated and cuss at my friends. 

I ran across this picture on the profile of another former Brentwood Bruin and I hope he doesn’t mind me putting it up here….totally made me laugh very loudly and be amused.

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I’m so jealous.  I want a picture like Robby’s got!

Drum Roll….

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Don’t tell my mother.  Just don’t.

I love it.  Cherry got one and her BFF Jennifer got one too.  We went to see my pal Jaynie at Ink Gallery Tattoo and she is the shizzy.   I told her she oughta think about doing that tattoo thing professionally.  Cherry and Jennifer’s are fabulous, too. (Mine’s prettiest though)  Look how perfect she got it…just like the picture.

 I went in the chair first (while Bryan With A Y firted mercilessly with Cherry) and it didn’t hurt too bad.  There were a couple places where I was wishing I had something to bite on but for the most part, it was not too painful.  (I’ve also had a nearly 10 lb baby without drugs so my pain threshold is quite high)

Cherry got cherries on hers and Jennifer had her daughter’s name (Autumn) written in Japanese.  I don’t have pictures of theirs, but, I do have a picture of us after said draw-rings took place-

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I’m thinking December’s gonna be a little less exciting and adventurous than November has been.  Heh.  I’m feeling a little Indiana Jones-ish from all the adventure and I’m tarred.

I Think I Have Something In My Teeth

photo-09951I think I’m going to suggest that all of my children get their Bubba on, especially if it puts them in such a jolly mood as it did #2 yesterday.

Divorce Fun

I am sitting here laughing out loud to myself at my children’s father. 

When you get divorced in Tennessee, you have to go this mandatory, Parenting & Divorce seminar.  It’s just something you have to do.  The CF is none too happy about it.  He’s aggravated that one, he has to go, and two, it costs $40.  We will be attending this shindig this evening.  Together. Heh.

So just now, on the phone, he’s asking me (again) “What do they do at this thing?”  I do not know because I haven’t been. 

Then, he says…”Do they do some sort of puppet show with puppets saying..’Mommy and Daddy are getting divorced?'”  I told him maybe they’ll do a special showing of The Parent Trap (preferably the original). maureen-brian-web

Ok, so maybe I’m just slap-happy or something but the above has caused me to laugh uncontrollably.  I know this is serious and from what I hear, it’s a really good seminar and all that.  You know me though, if there is something to giggle at, I’m all over it.

I Think She Likes It

Co-worker flies into my office yesterday afternoon, out of the blue (remember, I don’t know these people that well yet and I don’t know her very well)   She appears at my door and this woman (about 50ish) who I thought was very reserved and took herself very seriously says:

“That car is f$*@#ing AWESOME.” 

After all the years I worked at the Baptist Place, I forget that kinda talk can be said freely at most other places.  She didn’t whisper it or mumble it….said it out loud.  Loved it. 

Make no mistake…the folks at the Baptist Place said it…often.  They just whispered it. 

Something TOTALLY unrelated and random…I was watching that movie Failure To Launch last night with Matthew (Yum) McConahey (how do you spell his name? Who cares?)   I’ve seen it before but that Terry Bradshaw….I think he’s one of the funniest people around.  Obviously, he plays himself pretty much in that movie but my gosh….I laughed so hard at him I thought I was gonna pee my britches.

Quote of the Week

One of the funniest comments I’ve heard all week?

When discussing PF Changs, I was informed of the following:

“The words “China” and “Bistro” were not meant to go together in the natural world.”

Har.

What Hump?

Feel Good Friday-Halloween Edition-

Happy Halloween and thank you God for Mel Brooks.

Told Ya

I saw this book on Amazon.com and it made me laugh. 

I can remember my Dad joking that he wanted this on his epitaph.  I wish he had a grave so we coulda put it on there.  Heh.

It also reminds me of my mother in law talking about her sister in law’s mother.  She called one time and said “Well….Glenda’s mother ACTUALLY died this time.  She’s been dying for years.”

For Your Visual Enjoyment…

Hello Darlins…

Been a nice Saturday ’round my house.  Nothing exceptional went on.  Have Saturdays always been this great and I just missed the memo?  Days like today I wish I could put in my purse and get them out, say, on a Tuesday and sprinkle them around.

I think finding this picture made today exceptionally exceptional though.

I found it over here at one of the best websites ever created.