Theme Week 15..

One more for the road....just got it from a friend, and had to share...

Subject: Fw: This says it all......




Time passes.........

Life happens..........

Distance separates......

Children grow up.....

Jobs come and Go........

Love waxes and wanes........

Men don't do what they're supposed to do......

Hearts break..........

Parents die.........

Colleagues forget Favors..........

Careers end.

BUT........

Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself. The women in your life will be on the valley's rim.

Cheering you on.

Praying for you.

Pulling for you.

Intervening on your behalf.

And waiting with open arms at the valley's end.

Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you.

Or come in and carry you out.

Girlfriends, Daughters, Granddaughters, Daughters-in-law, Sisters,

Sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, Aunts, Nieces, Cousins, and

extended family,

All bless our life!

The world wouldn't be the same without women,

And Neither would I.

When we began this adventure called womanhood. we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Every day, we need each other still.

Theme Week 15

This is all good advice from my friend, Miz Myrtle...a true "G-R-I-T-S"...

Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don't "have" them, you "PITCH" them.

Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess." .. and we ain't given our secrets away to no Yankees.

Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."

Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is - as in: "Going to town, be back directly." The Cornish also know this secret, but they 'ain't tellin' either.
Even Southern babies know that "gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!

Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece." They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.
Only a Southerner, both knows and understands the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.
Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines. We don't do "queues," we do "lines"; and when we're "in line," we talk to everybody! Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.
When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk. ?
And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say, "Bless her heart" and go your own way.

To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by our Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a Second Language!
And last but certainly not least, for those that are NOT born Southern but have lived here for a long, long time, all y'all need a sign to hang on y'alls front porch that reads "I ain't originally from the South, but I got here as fast as I could."

Theme week 15

Theme Week 15.

Singing “Sherry Baby” while decorating the high school gym
Cranky old teachers still just don’t understand.
Skipping study hall to smoke a cigarette.
Scolding a student for hanging out in the bathroom.
Going for a spin down to Exchange Street while Dad was at the races.
Dodged the bullet…Teflon life.
6 kids, 2 women, a 1600 mile road trip.
Hillary and Norkey…”Because it is there”
Scotia Prince…Dramamine instead of bonine..
…of an apparent overdose…
Romantic Carnival Cruise…
Tropical storm strength winds…12 foot seas..
Consecutive yearly trips to the ER..stents and home.
A good friend, lost too soon from an ignored MI.
Cooing over a friend’s new grand daughter.
Patting the grand dog on my lap.

Theme Week 14...Risk

Theme Week 14..

“So, Sampson…what da ya think of these Grandhumans? Pretty cushy place to visit, eh?”

“You’re kidding, right? Come on Chauncy, use your head, man, for something besides sniffing crotches…These people are evil. I don’t care how many times she squeaks about “treats for Sammikins”, she’s the bitch ( no offense) that stuck me in that cage.”

“Sampsy, baby! She was just trying to keep you safe. Really. She didn’t want you Tommin’ all over the hill and getting run over. Give her a chance. She’s an ok granny. She rubs my ears and scratches that place on my back where I can’t get to. Ya know? Right where I have to squeeze under the porch steps to reach. Whoa! This is like sooo much easier. I just give her the sad look with the big browns, and she melts softer ‘n ice cream in July.”

“ Well maybe so, but she took me back to the orphanage and THEY took me over to T-H-E V-E-T. It was dreadful. Even now I can’t talk about it. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.”

“I guess I made that trip before Scott rescued me out of the shelter. It was a long haul from Georgia, so maybe I figure I’m happy just to be here. My only complaint is that they don’t want me to broaden my horizons. That damned run doesn’t go nearly far enough, and when I take off and show them all the great places in the neighborhood to sniff, and all the cool places to roll around and play tag, they just don’t seem to appreciate it. Grandpup even hollered at me this morning. How was I to know that having coffee was such a big deal part of getting up? I figured a good run up the hill would be a great way to start his day”

“You’re pretty funny, Chaunce. You should have seen the way I twisted myself inside out when he tried to put me in the cage to go home. I growled and hissed and hollered just like Simba. He said he didn’t believe I only weighed 4.9lbs…whatever that means.”

“So what happened then?”

“Well, Granny and her friend took me back home to my Mom and Dad’s apartment.I was a little wobbly from the drugs, but it sure was good to get home. Mom and Dad really love me. They leave the tv on for me when they go to work. When the grandhumans come to visit there, you wouldn’t know they were the same people . I guess they know they’re in my castle then, and I am the boss.”

“OK, Sampson…whatever you say. Wanna share some of that tuna with me?”