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Feelin’ good on a Friday with a blast from the proverbial past with The Commodores.

Lionel Richie DID have a great afro, didn’t he?

You know how some songs make you think of certain people? This one always makes me think of Mitch.  I can just see the teenaged Mitch, sitting in his parents car in our driveway, this song on the radio and him gittin’ it.  I NEVER hear this that I don’t think of him.  Heh.

Yuck Sweet Yuck

Me and #2 have had a lovely lil’ evening. We went to the Cracker Barrel before going to see Bedtime Stories (LOVE IT).

Ran into old friends the Peasalls and their rather large brood of offspring, which now includes a son in law!  (Thing #232 this week that has made me feel elderly.  Sheesh. I was at Mike & Sally’s wedding!)

Upon checking out, I remembered I needed to get me one of those car air freshener thingies that Yankee Candle makes.  I washed the ‘Stang today (dang, that’s a purty car) and wanted some smelly-good stuff for it.

Usually, I get the Clean Cotton air freshener or the one that smells like Leather cause neither one is very overpowering.  I like smelly good stuff but I don’t like it to knock me prostrate when I catch a whiff of it, ya know?

What in the name of fresh air made me decide to get the “Home Sweet Home” scent?  I’ve had that candle before and it smells ok, however, the car air freshener?  Not so much.

The ‘Stang is all shiny and purty and looking oh-so-good, but the inside smells like cough syrup. 

When we left the movie, I still had my “medium” drink (which was about the size of a jug of milk) and every sip tasted like Creomulsion for Children because of that dang air freshener.  Makes me gag just thinking about it. 

It don’t smell like any home I’ve ever lived in, unless you count when we’d get sick when we were little.  Mom gave us the different colored Triaminic.  If memory serves, the orange Triaminic was not so bad, but the YELLOW?  I can taste that stuff now.  Ew. If I were to smell that stuff now, I’d go running for my life.

The smell of Vicks Vapo Rub, to this day, makes me want to gag and be scared all at the same time.  Because of that, I never used that stuff on my kids when they’d get sick. 

I remember being reeeeallly little, being sick and that old vaporizer we had that was LOUD running, and that Vicks crap all over me.   And that Creomulsion cough syrup bottle that had those two, happy looking kids on the bottle??  Obviously, they weren’t sickly and hadn’t had that crap forced down their mouths or they wouldn’t have been so happy looking!

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.

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!

A Long Time

This Thanksgiving weekend has been a plethora of viztin and I have thoroughly dug every bit of it.

Today, I got to do some viztin with my very oldest friend. I haven’t seen her for 15 years and I’m so glad I got to spend a little time today with her, her husband and children and her parents.

You know how some people you can go a billion years without seeing and then you see them and it’s like time never stopped? That’s how I felt today. I haven’t seen Terri Leigh’s daddy in 20 something years but it was like it hadn’t been 5 minutes. He wasn’t even around a lot when we were kids because he worked a lot.  Yet, her mama and daddy’s faces are some of those stamped in my memory nearly as much as my own parents. 

Terri Leigh and I met when we were 4 years old when her family moved in the house behind us. We were joined at the hip til we were about in 7th or 8th grade. We went in different directions and have had some email contact in recent years but haven’t seen each other til today.

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It takes a long time to grow an old friend.  ~John Leonard

If They Don’t Edit Me Out…

I almost forgot about this, but, I’m gonna be on tv this week.  Yeah, yeah….my glamorous life has taken me straight to public televison.

I kid, but, I am kinda excited to see the WNPT special Memories of Opryland this Sunday.  Not just cause oprylandpreviewcoversmall-350wI’m in it (I dread seeing myself on tv…I bet I look and sound like a dork) but cause I loves me some Opryland and am STILL not over it not being there anymore.

I gave them some bits of home movies to use and a photo or two.  All of that came in the middle of when I was moving so I didn’t get them the photos I would’ve liked.  I had such a great time the day I went and did the interview.  Justin Harvey about had to shut me up.  The cameraman had to keep telling me to to not look at him and answer questions.  HA.  I’m so sophisticated.

Elementary School Musical

I had the funnest lunch today.  I met Tom and Jarod…two guys I went to elementary school, junior high and part of high school with.  Haven’t seen them in probably 23-24 years.

The bizarre thing….it was like it hadn’t been a few months.  Yeah, we’re grownups now and all that but it was so bizarre how both of these guys really haven’t changed a bit.  It was a bit surreal.

Both guys are very up on where everybody is…especially Jarod.  He knew that this one guy runs the Lenscrafters at the mall…another guy owns a Meineke store….one guy is a lawyer….he knows where everybody is. Tom is pretty up on it too.

Both guys are real estate people…Jarod is in the frickin’ Rotary Club and goes to our old elementary school and reads to the kids.  I would so love to do that.  Let me in that Rotary Club. (Tom…send me a link if you got a website.)

I’ve mentioned ou rold classmate Sam Huffman here before….I liked to have fell outta my chair when Tom was talking about how Sam is an airline pilot for American or one of those carriers.  Sam was a MESS in school.  I mean, that poor kid was in trouble ALL the time.  He was such a brilliant kid, the teachers didnt know what to do with him.   He was bored in school, no doubt.  Anyway, he was no stranger to Jesse Frank’s paddle.  

Tom said he’d shit his pants if he was on a plane and the voice that came over the speaker said “This is your Captain…Sam Huffman, speaking.”  I thought I was gonna when he said that.  I swear.  I’d demand to be let off the plane!  

 Nah, I wouldn’t….just hard to imagine that little kid being responsible for guiding an enormous machine like that through the friendly skies.  He couldn’t stay in his seat when he was younger.  Wild.  Dang, I’d love to see ol’ Sam….oh Sam…..(I actually heard from him a couple years ago when he found himself on this here blog)

We all agreed how fortunate we were to grow up where we did at the time we did.  The days when Brentwood was a close-knit community where everybody knew everybody.  There’s something wonderful about shared memories with people like that.  It’s a unique bond.  I hope we get to hang out some more and add some others to the mix. 

One of the cool things about working where I work now…

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