Posts from the ‘Things That Make Me Happy’ Category

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

The Only Thing To Do…

I oughta be chopping celery and onions to make the Dressing for tomorrow, but, I’m tarred.  We’re not eating til tomorrow evening, so I can do that in the morning.  

Tonight, I’m watching my very favorite movie ever on OnDemand, reciting near ’bout every line and loving it as much now as I did when it came out when I was 11. 

The kind people I work for let us leave early today, so, I took the opportunity to run over to Gee and Geega’s house and boy, I’m glad I did.  sharon-gee I got to visit with Gee and Geega img_1752

Made a new BFF in Lila Cate…img_1708

Met Lila Cate’s new baby sister, Millie:

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037Enjoyed seeing Karen and her kids, who have done gone and growed up since I saw them last.

Marveled at Judi, who even though she is in pain, that doesn’t mean her role as Matriarch With The Mostest is any the less.

  It was interesting to watch this family interact today, in some ways, just like I’ve seen them interact and relate to each other for nigh about 36 years.  Then again,  at the same time, seeing the roles change right in front of my very eyes.  There’s a lot of unknowns about what’s next as the doctors try to figure out which treatment option is best to deal with Judi’s Bone Cancer. 

This Bunch walked through every step of my Dad’s journey with cancer with us from 1983 to 1992.  I guess I never thought it would be our turn to walk with them.  Never thought about it because they always rally around and support and encourage their legions of friends as they go through tough times.  They’re the type of people you can always count on to show up at the hospital, funeral home or at any other dark moment in life.  They’re the True Blues you want and feel so fortunate to be able to call your friends. I can name umpteen times in my life when they just “appeared” at just the right moment. 

This Thanksgiving Eve, I’m so thankful for these folks.

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“The only thing to do is to hug one’s friends tight and do one’s job.”
– Edith Wharton

Top Of The World

Feel Good Friday…yee haw.

Karen Carpenter is one of my favorite singers ever.  Maybe my favorite.

This song reminds me of when I was little.

Mo’ Bettah

We’re doing this song this morning in church. I love it when we rehearse this one. I could just sing this one over and over cause it’s such a happy number and plus, it’s true.

Happy Sunday.

Sista’s Neighborhood

Just about anywhere I go in this town, I see people I know. People I knew from school, people I know from work, church, music, and other stuff. Now, they may not always know me, but, I know who lots of people are because I have this weird part of my brain that absorbs info like who somebody is and other details that I will retain for years and years. Sometimes it’s embarrassing. Lotsa times I chat it up with them (ask my sister how many people I run into on a Saturday at the Wal Mart. SHE, who gave me a bad reputation in school because she talked so much, teachers thought I would be as bad, teasing me for being chatty!)

Donna, my friend and former co-worker…whenever we’d go to lunch she’d say “Ok, Sharon…who do you know in here?” Just one of them thangs.

So, yesterday, I went to lunch with my NEW friend and co-worker, the fabulous and fun Dara and this other lady in the office. We went to Cracker Barrel out there at Cool Springs.

I warned Dara on the way in that it was likely I would see somebody I knew in here cause this is my former grounds of stompin’. Yeah, there’s lots of new transplants, but, I know that there’s still lots of people who’ve been out there forever.

So, we’re sitting there and I’m befuddled at the lack of conversation going on betwixt the lady eating with us and Dara and me. Dara could talk to a wall (as could I) but I don’t think this lady said 10 words the whole time. I even texted Dara in the middle of this Quiet Time and said “Is X always this chatty at lunch?” Heh.

Then I spotted the Person I Knew I Would See I Knew….my former, Cross-The-Street-Neighbor when I was a kid. I haven’t seen him in probably 20 years. I got to thinking about him and his family and I giggled to myself remembering how my Dad called his Missus the wrong name one time and to this day, my sister and I refer to her as “Geneva.” (It’s funny to us. That idn’t her name)

When we were leaving, I was looking to see if could see Bob and Geneva and sho nuff…there they sat. Looking exactly the same as when I was a kid, just older. I walked up to the table, preparing myself cause Bob and Geneva, sweetest sorta salt of the earth people around, have about as much personality and chattiness as me and Dara’s lunch partner. Those people put the “SHHHHHHHHHH” in shy. Really good people though.

I still remember how every single December 1 when I was a kid, Geneva would put their Christmas tree up in the front window and candles in the other three front windows. They had a mirror in their living room and the Christmas tree reflecting into the mirror made it look HUGE. They ALWAYS turned those lights of at 8:00 EVERY night too. This went on from the time I was probably 6 or 7 until they moved a couple years before I married. When I finally got to see that tree for real when I was babysitting them, I was amazed at how SMALL and not as pretty up close their tree was. Isn’t that crazy? Why do I remember crap like this?? Isn’t there a better use for my brain cells???

They were glad to see me…how many kids do I have…how’s yer Mama, yer sister, etc. I asked about their children, who I used to babysit for. Both kids are in their 30’s and their daughter is…gulp….a veterinarian.

Somebody I used to help wipe their rear end, change into their jammies and tell them to hush up and get to bed has the word “Doctor” in front of their name.

Joy

#2 is fun to watch. 

He’s fun to talk to, too.  Yesterday, during our little outing to Mount Olivet, he was impressed with the graves of the Confederate Heroes, the crypt of Adelicia Acklen (above, left) former governors, senators and an Opry star or two.  He said “Mom…I want to be famous so I can be buried here.  That’s my dream.”    (Ok?)

This morning, he was up and rarin’ to go at 6:30 a.m.  He said, randomly, “Mom!!!!  I can’t wait to get my chest hair.  Then I will be a REAL man!” 

I can wait awhile before the chest hair appears.  I’ve already got one boy that’s got it.  I know that it won’t be long before #2 will be changing…if he follows the same pattern his brother did.  Wish I could keep him this age just a little longer.

The Men We Admire

I may have to cheat on William Holden.  I feel bad about it, yet, I can’t help it.

I have a thing now for Melvyn Douglas. I know.  It’s terrible to be unfaithful, but, Melvyn…he was just the shiznit. 

Even as a crotchety, old fart, and co-starring alongside the oh-so-hot, 39 year old Paul Newman in Hud, (and won an Academy Award) he still had it. 

 

Somebody else out there loves ’em some Melvyn.  Go here and read it.

While I’m on the subject of Hud, can I just say how fabulous Patricia Neal was and still is?  Patricia Neal is proof of why you need real Southerners to do Southern accents in movies.  Rarely do non-Southern actors pull it off well.  You can just tell the difference betwixt the non-real and real thing, can you not? 

Gawsh…I just kept hoping that Hud would hop on that bus and go off with Alma(Patricia)  at the end. Them two was hotter ‘n a peppah sprout.

Now, look at this and see which line Big Daddy Homer says that is quite profound.  This scene just about gave me chills. These two played off each other so well.