Posts from the ‘Holidays’ Category

Wash All My Sins Away

Not only is it Feel Good Friday but it’s  Good Friday. For those of us who are Believers in Christ, today is a day of reflection, thanksgiving and for this Believer, utter amazement that He loved me enough to go to the Cross and die.

The good part is, we know how the story ends….

‘Tis Like A Morning Spring

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, y’all!

I love me a good, Irish Tenor. Dennis Morgan could flat bring it.

Big Ol’ Hearts Daincin’ In Our Eyes

Since it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, I want to dedicate my Feel Good Friday submission to all those happy couples out there. What better way to do it than with John Prine and Iris Dement singing “In Spite of Ourselves.” It’s a very warm, tender song…..heh heh. Hilarious.

First Post of 2009

Nothing too heavy this first morning of 2009…random randmoness for ya:

Job hunt update…I did have a phone interview yesterday. Phone interviews are awkward. They just are. I hope I didn’t sound like a dork.

I had Korean food yesterday at Yong’s in Hendersonville.  I’m not the expert on Korean cuisine but my friend Tara is.  She is a Hawaii native and lived in Los Angaleeez for many years.  You can get lots of Korean there. 

 When she moved here, she happened to find Yong’s on Walton Ferry Rd. in Hendersonville.  She took me there about a year ago and dadgum…good stuff.  She makes the food fresh right there on a stove.  Ride out there and get you some.

Me and Cherry were supposed to go do something last night but dang if that Cherry got sickly. Probably a good thing though cause like my mother is so fond of saying…”Lotta drunks out on New Year’s Eve”.  Heh.

Me and Cherry spent the better part of New Year’s Eve looking on the Tennessean website at State employees salaries. As a former State employee, it’s kinda mindblowing and upsetting that anybody can look and see what anybody that works for the State makes. Why is it then, Cherry and I couldn’t tear ourselves away from it? Kinda like when I discovered that you can look up property values and see what your friends paid for their houses.

For somebody as nosy as me, junk like that is like porn.

I’m waching Leave It To Beaver this New Year’s morning.  I’m cracking up at Wally and The Beav.  Beaver introduces his brother to Miss Landers and says “May I present my brother, Wally.  He’s a sophomore in high school and he took a bath and stuff.” 

Larry, Gilbert and Whitey climb up in a tree to watch Beaver and Miss Landers while she’s having dinner at the Cleaver home .  Larry says “Look!  She has toes!”  Whitey says “Where?”  Larry says “Coming out of her shoes!  I’ve never seen a teacher eat before.”   

Beaver’s friend Gilbert reminds me of my longtime friend Dean Smith when he was a little boy.  (Dean’s Daddy is that hunka hunka Carl Smith and his mama was that hottie Goldie Hill). 

The resemblance between my friend and Beaver’s friend caused me to Google Gilbert and I found this interesting article that Stephen Talbot (who played Dean’s look alike) wrote for Salon.com.  Go read it. 

And we all thought Gilbert was just second banana to the Beav.  Who knew he came THIS close to being tried for espionage?  That he spent his life trying to hide his television identity and has now come to embrace that part of his life. (What I like to call “The Goober Syndrome.”)  AND to my absolute TV Geekette delight, Gilbert produces one of my favorite shows on PBS,  Frontline.  (I dvr this regularly cause it comes on in the middle of the night, usually)Hard to comprehend that like the article says, Wally and Beaver are American Icons, yet, don’t have much of any sort of cut from Beaver.  Something about that is very wrong.

I lurve the internets!

To Old Long Ago…

When December 31 rolls around every year, I’m usually a little wistful and prone to gaze through the navel.  I tend to look more toward the coming year than the one that’s passed though. 

I’m reminded how time is marching due to my oldest kid’s birthday being the day after New Year’s.  Can’t help but think of New Year’s Eve 1991 when I was two days away from delivering, Mr. Smiff was on “Nashville Now” with The Osborne Brothers.  I had big time contractions early that morning and thought the Smiff heir was going to bust on through.  Sonny Osborne had an early model cell phone and live on the air, had it ring as a joke, to make people think that was “THE CALL” from me saying “It’s time”.

Lotta changes in 2008.  Lots.  Not easy changes to make at all and I honestly, last New Year’s, had no idea that by the time the next Holiday Season rolled around I would have a different residence and a different life.  It was in my thoughts but it seemed unattainable at that point. 

2008 brought moments of extreme sadness, lotsa tears, euphoria, a number of things I never experienced before on a lotta different levels: surprises (some pleasant others not-so-much), a life-changing friendship, grief, eye opening moments, humility, joy, frustration, laughter…not unlike anybody elses life. 

2009 is a milestone chronological year that doesn’t freak me out a bit. Next month, I will be 40 years old. I’m kinda pumped about turning 40.  Very excited to see what new stuff I’m going to experience in 2009. 

Brang it….

I can’t really begin to say thanks to all of you that have brought me so much encouragement with your emails and comments. I find it funny that anybody wants to read my pontifications. This little spot has brought me some wonderful friends and helped to renew old friendships.

Happy New Year, Y’all.

The Night Before The Night Before Christmas…

I don’t know what I was thinking this evening when I had this thought:

“I think I’ll just run into Wal Mart.”

It was when I walked into the Rivergate Wal Mart on Christmas Eve Eve that I was reminded of a couple things:

I really have been a little “detached” from Christmas shopping this year. I’ve done some but not like I’ve done in years past.  That’s one of the pluses about the kids being older.  Teens have more expensive wishes, but, as a rule, it requires much less “put-togetherness”. 

Had I not been so detached from the Shoppingpalooza, I would have thought better than to go into Wal Mart at 7:00 on the 23rd of December.  Baaaaad choice.

The Rivergate Wal Mart IS the Armpit and Groin Lent of Nashville-Never in my life have I smelt as strong an odor of cigarette smoke and seen more women in DIRE need of root touchups, poor grammar, baggy britches….it’s good in ‘da hood, boys and girls.

This whole holiday season has been a plethora of visiting with old friends.  I got to visit a little bit today with my good friend from 3rd and 4th grade, Kelly and loved seeing her and her kids. 009

Look at her beautiful, blue eyes, y’all.  I had forgotten how blue her eyes were.   (Note to self…scan photos of Dance Recital in 1978 in which Kelly and I both wore heinous costumes to give readers a REALLY good belly laugh)

Kelly gave me this Woodstock Christmas ornament in 1979 and it has hung on my Christmas tree every year since.  It’s made of some sort of ceramic and I’m really surprised it hasn’t broken in all these years.  One of my favorite ornaments. 

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Stuff like getting to visit with Kelly today are the things I love most about Christmas.  Forget the standing in line at Wal Mart and busting your bank account….for me, besides the whole Jesus’ Birthday thing, it’s about getting to visit with the Kelly’s in our lives and remembering.

I went out to Cool Springs tonight for a gathering of people who went to Brentwood and Franklin High Schools (thank you for organizing, Paige!) courtesy of Facebook. 

I ran into a kid I have not seen since probably 6th grade. 

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 Donald and I were in Elementary school together all the way through, but, I remember him being in my  5th grade class, especially.   I told him that one of my most warmest, fuzziest memories of childhood, (back when life was good, before the dreaded Puberty Monster hit, before cancer, car accidents came and I got hip to realities of life ) was at Christmas that year, our entire class went to Donald’s house and then went caroling. 

 Donald’s mom was one of these just fabulous, June Cleaver kinda moms, and that evening is one of those things I’ve always remembered and often wished I could escape back into.  He had no recollection of the event at all, but,  I told him to be sure and tell his Mama I’ve always remembered being in her home at Christmastime. 

THAT is the kinda feeling I’ve always tried to create at Christmas with my own family.  Just like what was in my home, especially those last few days before Christmas.   Warm, fuzzy, magical…the lights all seem to have a different glow. 

I’m praying that my kids, even though this Christmas has found our lives rearranged and different…I hope there is still some of that element for them.

Christmas Time’s A’Comin’…

It’s that time of the week, y’all….time to letchya hair down and feel good cause it’s Friday.  Even better, because it is the Christmas season, I can put Chrithmuth songs up and it’s all ok.

Now,what I WANT to have as my entry, the fine folks at You Tube won’t allow me to embed it, thus you HAVE to go here and look at it.  You have to.  Just go.  You will be thanking me in a few minutes (and needing new, clean drahs)

Ok…now that I’ve put that there for your viewing pleasure, I’ll embed something else…a little Big Mon for your Feel Good Friday.

Through It All

So I’ve got my Dressin’ made (ixnay on the Uffin-stay talk in the South) and I’m about to get myself cleaned up but I have to take a second and reflect on the signifigance of Thanksgiving. 

I am of the mind that Thanksgiving is a mindset I’d like to have every single day of the year.  I look around me and there are so many people really hurting, suffering and going through hell.  I’ve had my share of challenges, but, really, I don’t have it so bad.

I could go on and on about the things this year that have gone down that make me pause and want to hollah how good God has been to me.  I’ve got a great support system of family, some fabulous friends, I have the ability to get up everyday and go to a nice job; I have a roof over my head; food in the fridge; my family is healthy (cept for a few aches and pains amongst us) and really, what I’m most thankful for, cause without it, all the other stuff is moot…I have my salvation.

I could keep babbling, but, Andrae Crouch wrote it so well so I’m gonna let him sing it…this really sums up my frame of mind for Thanksgiving 2008.  I hope yours is whatever you want it to be.

If I’d never had a problem, I’d never known that God could solve it…wouldn’t know what faith in His Word can do.  (Woo!!!)

All Hallows Eve

Various and sundry scenes from Halloween 2008.  These little dawlings are some sort of cheese concoction that Rachel at work whipped up.  Aren’t they cute?

Two of my new work peeps…Sara and Kim.  

This is Abbie…my former next door neighbors adorable little grandaughter that I’m glad I pulled up just in time to see.  What a cutie.

My son, the Zombie.  (I knew somebody out there would be happy with this costume.)

Halloween was weird this year.  Normally, I’ve always walked #2 (and the other kids when they were younger) around the neighborhood.  This year, #2 didn’t want me to so I gave out candy.  It was weird.  Part of the awkwardness is due to the Changes but really, the biggest part of it is my kids are older.

This was one of my favorite Halloweens ever.   Sniff sniff.

Da Fawth

 The 4th was pretty quiet at my house.  I was planning on doing the pool thing but there wasn’t much sunshine.  Saw some cool fireworks in Grandma’s neighborhood though.

This was the Grand Finale that the Manchild and his cousin did.  The Drama Queen did not appreciate my rendition of Stars & Stripes whilst it was going off.  “You’re NOT funny”.  I wasn’t trying to be funny.  Someday she’s gonna do the same thing and her 14 year old daughter will hopefully say the same thing to her.

Speaking of the kids…you might be able to see them on CMT this weekend.  They were part of a tv taping with their Grandma and it’s airing all weekend intermittently.

From Whence Cometh My Strength…

I know I posted this same song last Good Friday…but it does explain it all for me.

Kiss Me

Go and celebrate your Irish heritage today, even if you aren’t Irish. 

I happen to be of the Scotch-Irish variety, descending from the Sullivan’s (mother’s maiden name) who were originally the “O’Sullivan’s“. The Fife’s of Mississippi, of which my maternal grandmother came from was part of my Scotch part….then you go back and there’s some French on the maternal great-grandmother’s side but then you take the Collie side….Collie is English, although my way yonder back grandpa, John Collie came to America from Scotland.

On the same side of the pater familias, there was the Nickells (paternal great grandmother and that link there does indeed go to my branch of the Nickells) and they were Irish, although the surname was originally Nickhaill.

My kids are full of Irish too from their Pappy’s side.  On that side, they descend from various McKinneys, Gwynn’s, O’Bryant’s…my father in law looks like an Irishman, actually.  Fiddle and all…

I don’t know percentages and stuff but one of the Irish thangs I inherited was the fair skin and black hair. Shut up. My hair used to be black before the good Lawd thought I needed to look “wise” and “distinguished.”

This clip of the Chieftains in Nashville makes me want to do that Lord of the Dance thing. I just might do it today. If I feel moved, I will. My co-workers would love that. They already think I’m a “musician” so maybe I can make them think I’m a dancer. Heh.

Don’t Even…

The next person that asks me what I’m getting for Valentine’s Day is liable to meet Sista’s Fist. Just don’t.

Ok, you can ask.

Sitting At A (Not So) Tiny Table In A (Not So) Ritzy Restaurant…

Chrisyub (Happy Birthday yesterday)…a date with your husband is like this…you find a place you both want to eat.  In our case, it was Texas Roadhouse.  You go about 9:15 because the crowd is much thinner, thus, you are seated right away.  You eat, chat, go home and go straight to sleep.

I think the HT was a little bumfuzzled about her parents actually going someplace without her.  She called, wanting to know how to find something on a website.

Mr. Smiff himself said he thinks we should do the late night thing more often.

Nice way to celebrate a birthday and Valentine’s Day since he will be gone for both.  Don’t feel so bad for me…Out of 18 Valentine’s Days and birthdays that we’ve been together, he’s been away for probably half of them.

Oh..my birthday?  You have one more shopping day.

Rising From The Dark and Desolate Valley…

I work with this fabulous lady, Beverly. Beverly is one of the most direct, honest, straightforward, spiritual and funny people around. She has an edge around her that’s part sass, part street smarts, lots of wisdom, great sense of humor… She kills me. I just love working with her.

This past summer, Bev and I had to drive to places like Springfield, Clarksville, and Dickson for some work stuff. On the drive, she told me something that left me absolutely speechless. It’s odd for me to be speechless but I was so blown away, all I could do was just sit there in my bewilderment of what Bev had told me about her life.

Beverly was the first black child segregated into Bailey Junior High School in East Nashville. She told me about the out and out abuse she had to endure by the white kids. Can you believe somebody set her skirt on fire during an assembly? Let that settle on you for a minute….somebody struck a match to her skirt.

For a white girl from Brentwood to hear Beverly tell her story, it was hard to wrap my head around. I could not relate to the taunts, the abuse and what was Beverly’s crime? Being black. That’s it.

It’s interesting to hear Beverly and Rita, another lady in my office, tell of their experiences of being part of all the changes that occurred in the 60’s when schools were segregated. Rita was from Alabama and she tells of how the first black kid to be segregated in her county was murdered. Unbelievable.

The most powerful thing I heard these two women say in their conversations about their experiences is their frustration at going through all they’ve been through, coming so far and they can’t wrap their heads around the number of murders, shootings in the African-American community….this was not what Dr. King dreamed about. It’s very frustrating for them and I’m sure lots of others.

Nobody could deliver a speech like Martin Luther King, Jr. Nobody.