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CHILDREN’S COWBOY HATS

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AND SOMETHING TO ASPIRE TO

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Jun/2009 at 1:02 am Leave a comment

SOUTHERN SAYINGS

“A SOUTHERNER TALKS MUSIC.”   -MARK TWAIN

I will continue to add to this list. I won’t tell you where I heard anything because it just wouldn’t be polite. Y’all come back now, ya hear?

“Bless her heart, she can’t help being ugly, but she could’ve stayed home.”

“That boy ain’t right.”

“Her eyes look like two holes burned in a blanket.”

“Just because their kids were born here don’t make them Southern. My dog sleeps in the garage. It don’t make him a truck.”

“You’re not really married ’till you send out that last thank you note.”

“Are you trying to grow potatoes behind those ears?”

“I’ve gotta see a man about a dog.” ( have to use the restroom)

“Are you catching flies?” (Don’t walk around with your mouth open.)

“When God handed out brains, he was standing behind the door.”

“Were you raised in a barn?” (referring to manners)

“If you swallow those seeds, watermelons will grow out your ears.”

“You could serve TEA off that butt!”

“He’s old as dirt.”

“Don’t bite your tongue. You’ll poison yourself.”

“No hill for a stepper.”

“You are working my last nerve.”

“I don’t have a dog in that hunt.”

“I have a bone to pick with you.”

“Gooder than grits.”

“Fuller than two ticks on a hound dog.”

“I feel like I’ve been shot at and missed and pooped on and and hit.”

“All hat, no cattle.”

“She told him how the cow ate the cabbage.”

“Everything he’s got is on the showroom floor.”

“You don’t put your money in the front window.”

“She’s a pistol!”

“He’s a hoot!”


May/2009 at 1:57 am 5 comments

DON’T ARGUE WITH STUPID PEOPLE

They will drag you down to their level and then beat you with their vast experience there.

May/2009 at 5:39 am Leave a comment

DOG GONE BAD VET

I chose our veterinary clinic because it was AAHA certified. I wasn’t impressed with the facilities but the owner/vet seemed competent enough and he was supposed to be available at all times for emergencies. Not only was he not available when we needed him this weekend (See UPDATE), he NEVER RETURNED OUR CALL!

I don’t think that there is anything left to say. He promised a standard of care that was not there. I will not take that risk again. He’s history.

ADDENDUM I think Little-Bit is O.K., but I will be following up with our new vet.

ADDENDUM AGAIN- The vet and his staff called me numerous times on Monday and Tuesday.  Awkward. The excuse given was that the answering service had taken down my number incorrectly. Don’t most answering services have caller ID? I am not changing my mind. Choosing a new vet is never easy, though…

HAPPY ENDINGWell, the answering service sent a transcript of their recording and they had written my number incorrectly as well as my name. I also received an written apology from the operator who had made the error. So I have rescheduled Black Cat’s check-up for this week and we will continue with this practice. Let you know how that goes.

WELL, NOT SO MUCH- Black Cat got carsick in every possible way on the short drive over and then almost escaped. They made me sign something agreeing to pay $25.00 if I cancel an appointment. Then we spent over $300 for a yearly checkup for a healthy cat. We were there almost two hours but part of that was B.C.’s fault as they had to clean her up. I’m sure, if I look closely at my itemized bill, that I was charged for that.

Himself met the vet and didn’t like him either. We really can’t put our finger on why that is. Something about his demeanor.

I don’t see this relationship working out long term, do you?

May/2009 at 3:23 am Leave a comment

LONGING FOR A “LAST TIME’ DO-OVER

We remember all our “firsts”.

First bike. First car. First kiss. First concert. First day of camp.

Our parents remember our first steps, first words and first day of school.

A lot of our firsts are almost predictable. There’s an unofficial time table or we see them coming.

But what about the last time? That’s more unpredictable, sometimes heartrendingly so.

The last time you played Barbies or Legos or slept with your teddy.

The last time you went to the library or swimming with a parent.

The last walk you took with your father.

The last time you heard your mother laugh.

The last Thanksgiving with your grandmother.

This list will be different for everyone but the premise and poignancy are the same. We can’t know and it’s something we should be mindful of.

I don’t have any definitive answers but I think it’s about being grateful and appreciative (not exactly the same thing) and in the moment and not taking anything for granted. Because it can change in an instant-the blink of an eye.

I used to think the answer was to live each day as if it were my last and cramming as much into every day as possible. That just led to years of sleep deprivation. 🙂

One thing I know to be true-when I am gone the people I love will know they were loved. “I love you” will be my final words to them. How do I know?

Because it’s the last thing I say to them every single time.

Because you never know when it is the last time.

Apr/2009 at 6:49 am Leave a comment

NO SHRIMP IN JAIL

Serial shrimp shoplifter.

Maybe he was having a dinner party.

Or is a shrimp addict.

Apr/2009 at 5:45 pm Leave a comment

CLEANLINESS AND GODLINESS

I have a memory so vivid that I can hold it in my hand like a black and white photo.

I was about eight years old and being driven to summer camp by a friend’s mother. Several sweaty little girls in a station wagon full of gear.

We passed three shacks on the edge of a green field by the side of a farm road. Weathered boards. Dirt yards. Rusty pickup.

And sitting on the edge of one of the porches, their hands folded in their laps and dangling their bare feet were three dark little girls wearing three spotless white dresses. Starched and ironed to immaculate perfection. Each ruffle standing out like the petal of a flower. Their faces were scrubbed until they were shiny. In their hair (which was braided so tightly that I doubt they could blink) each had perfect satin bows. Every child had a different pastel color. One had pink, one blue and the smallest had yellow.

They sat there. Keeping clean for church. Smiling. Chatting. Waving at passing cars.

I thought they looked like angels with butterflies dancing around their heads. Pink. Blue. Yellow.

“No matter how poor you are, you can always buy soap.” said the mother as she waved back.

This has stayed in my mind like a deckle edged snapshot with the bows tinted in. Pink. Blue. Yellow.

That family had no money but those children were not poor.

Feb/2009 at 2:57 pm 1 comment

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