Posts from the ‘The Drama Queen’ Category

I Kinda Liked This Monday…

I did something today I haven’t done in three months…I got up and went to work! I was a happy camper to have somewhere to go today. I did go off and forget to take my ADD medicine though and other than a headache, luckily, it didn’t affect me too bad since it was your typical, Orientation, where you mostly sit and listen. 

Thank ya all for your kind words, prayers and encouragement over the last few months. I especially want to thank my agent, His Sarcastic-ness

I’m in a Training class of 10 people.  I like to think of it like we were the Finalists ala American Idol.  It started out with some 350+ people applying for these positions.  It was narrowed and narrowed and according to HR Guy….we were the “Cream o’da Crop.”  Most of us victims of lay offs.  I am grateful indeed.  More than I can tell you.

So, I have to show you something great on a totally different subject matter (Did I mention I went to work today without taking my ADD medicine?)

  Now, I know I impress with my name-dropping and such. I love to brag about how I went to school with the likes of Ashley Judd, Jeff Cease (formerly of the Black Crowes, and now my newest oldest pal Eric…..well, I think my two teens have me  beat.

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I did not know until this evening, that the Manchild and his sister are schoolmates of Cousin It’s grandson!  Black Crowes, movies…..pshaw!  That right there is just plain cool.

Nobody Teaches Us How To Grow Old

I was driving down Gallatin Rd. yesterday during lunchtime.  That is one busy road.  It’s not exactly the kinda road one would want to purposely go out and stroll on, although that area has a lot of residents who have to either rely on public transportation or their own two feet to get around. 

I have frequented that part of town a lot over the last 20 years.  I lived off Gallatin Rd. for 5 1/2 years.  I’ve seen all sortsa types of folks crossing that road.  I’ve seen various shapes, sizes, colors, means of crossing, including a guy in a wheelchair with no legs more than once…I’d be scared to death to try to get from the Piccadilly side of Gallatin Rd. to Jenna’s Toybox, myself.

Anyway, I was driving down the road and I saw this older lady in one of those Hoveround things.  I assume this lady is a resident of that Senior apartment complex there behind what used to be Col. Tom Parker’s office.   She was probably at least 75-80 years old.  She was fairly well dressed, had her coif nicely done (betchya she sleeps with toilet paper on her head between her Friday Hair Washin’s). 

One look at the woman you could tell her health is probably not the best it’s ever been, but, considering her age, she’s not doing too bad.  I would imagine her kids probably took her wheels away from her at some point and if she decides she wants to run over to the bank or to the Piccadilly or wherever, she has to rely on the transportation from the complex in which she lives or one of her children has to drive her around.

So, here was this lady, in her Hoverround, waiting to cross Gallatin Rd. My first thought was “What in the world is that woman doing out here on Gallatin Rd. trying to cross this ridiculously busy street in one of those things for?  What is wrong with her??” I wondered if her children and grandchildren had any clue that Maw Maw was crossing Gallatin Rd., zig-zaggin in and out of traffic.  I had a vision of my mother (who will be 74 in a couple of months) doing such a thing.  My mother will barely leave her house in her own vehicle, much less a battery operated contraption like that.

As quick as I had that thought, the thought occurred to me that Hoveround Lady musta wanted to go somewhere and she decided that she wasn’t gonna let a silly little thing like not being able to drive stop her, no sirree.  Where’s my wheels?  Brang ’em here, I want some of that Carrot Souffle’ at the Piccadilly! I was suddenly in awe and admiration of this nameless woman for having lots of cajones. 

The whole scene also made me think about the fact that the good Lawd willin’, I’m going to be that Senior-aged woman (shut up, Much Younger Friends who haven’t even crossed into 30 yet).  I’m just stubborn enough that if I want something bad enough (not Carrot Souffle’ though) I will knock you down til I get whatever it is I’m after.  I don’t like the idea of carpooling to work in a gas shortage because that messes with my independence.  I sho nuff bet at that age, I will resent having to depend on somebody to haul me around.

It’s a scary thought, Old Age.  It’s scary to me that the same turd who left a smart alecky comment on my blog post about him (I told him I would not mention him again on here since he was so offended.  I removed his second comment ‘fo most of you had the chance to see it.)…that same kid, along with the help of the Drama Queen and #2 will someday be involved in major decisions about what old age home I will live out my days in. 

I envision the Drama Queen having to take me grocery shopping, to the doctor…lordy mercy…we will be just like Eunice and Mama. 

Just in 2008 alone, I’ve gotten calls from my mother in the middle of the night, in the middle of my workday, and other times, have had to abandon what I’m doing to go across town to where she lives and deal with a situation.  Hear me, I do not mind doing these things for my mother.  Not one bit.  This is the woman who gave birth to me, wiped my rear end (nevermind that I STILL remember the time she accidentally put toothpaste on my ass instead of Desitin for diaper rash.  Yeah, I have a good memory but you’d remember that one too.  Trust me, toothpaste on yer butt-ox doesn’t get rid of cavities.)  Lord knows the sacrifices Barbara Jean has made on my behalf.  I am quite thankful that I still have her around to do for (yes, I would be even more thankfuller if’n she’d move about 20 minutes closer!).

Do you ever think about your old age?  Is there going to be money for me to live on?  Are my boys going to marry awful women like the daughters in law in Driving Miss Daisy or A Trip To Bountiful?  Will my daughters in law only allow me to hum my hymns when they aren’t around?  I kid, but, ya know…stuff like seeing the old lady in the Hoveround on Gallatin Rd. makes me think about that sorta stuff.

All my life I’ve been taught how to die, but no one ever taught me how to grow old.

BILLY GRAHAM, Newsweek, Aug. 14, 2006

A Wack ‘O Ouis-ah

The DQ went to see Steel Magnolias at our local community theater last night.  Came home wanting to watch the movie. 

Now, I’ve seen this movie about 1800 times.  I can recite the dang thing verbatim.  I haven’t seen SM in a good while til we watched it on OnDemand just now.

Dadgum…when Shelby dies and all that and the graveyard scene?  Still makes me bawl and then bust out laughing.

The Morning After

Came down the stairs this morning and this is what I saw. There’s another girl on the other side of the airbed that’s hidden.  They was sacked out.  I was surprised they only stayed up til about 2. 

They didn’t sleep too late neither.  Specially when they knew Dunkin Donuts was coming.

 

Yoots

This is whats been going on at my house tonight.

Teenaged girls like to take pictures of themselves.

They like to eat.

They like to take pictures of themselves doing stuff like this. (We used to do stuff like this to back in the olden days)

They like it when fellers come around.

They sho do love to laugh and have a good time. 

I wonder if they’ll go to sleep before 5?  My bets are no.

15

September 9, 1993, 1:07 pm, Tara Rose discovered America.

I remember the Blue Magic Marker Incident like it was yesterday. How did she go from this….

To 15 years old overnight? (This is her and her friend Holly)

Happy Birthday Tara…like it or not, your Mama loves you.

From Pasadena To Pascagoula

I was just reading Jag’s post about her weekend in LA.

Everytime I see the word “Pasadena” and especially “South” and “Pasadena” together, it makes me think of how my Dad used to call me “Sharon Rosena From South Pasadena” (Sharon Rose being my given name.) 

I saw the name “Pascagoula” on a weather map today and that’s another one of the phrases Dad would use in reference to me.  Sometimes, he’d say “Sharon Rose-oola From South Pascagoula.”

When I had my own kids, of course, I had to attempt the same sorta thing.  It was “Tyler Thomas-o From Southwest El Paso” and “Tara Rosita From South Escondido.”  Unfortunately for #2 (or maybe he was fortunate) I never came up with a twist on his first and middle names.  I wonder if he’ll end up on Oprah cause of that someday?

Lame, yes, but, it was always fun to say and even funner to hear Tyler and Tara as little people try to say it.  Tyler, with his lisp and Tara always said it perfect.