I'm a Mean Mama

Pocahantus-Rosie


Do you see the why-are-you-doing-this-to-me-look she's giving me?

Poor baby....

Answer to Trivia Question

That picture was taken the end of my sixth grade year.

I was an early bloomer.

Nuff said.

The Proof is in the Pudding

First of all, let me say this...
ANGELA, THIS IS YOUR WARNING!!!

Okay, now...

A few posts ago, rw was talking about big 80's hair. She said, and I quote,
"I bow down to ree as the queen of big, permed hair."

Well, when I was home, I dug out some pictures of the big, permed hair. These aren't even the worst, but take a look, anyway.

Some of you (ahem, April) have actually seen these in person and/or had it worse than me.

Go ahead and laugh...I won't be offended...I know it's bad.




Senior picture...


Sophomore picture...gotta love that hair...it's called "blow-dry it straight up while spraying with Stiff Stuff, then curl the tips and tease the snot out of it."


This was taken when I was 19 or 20...


One of our engagement pictures...this one is for the pure enjoyment of the one-sided wing. It's coming back, I know it will...and I'll be ready when it does, with my Stiff Stuff, pick, and blow dryer...a technique every woman should master.


Here's a trivia question for you...
At the end of what grade was I in when this picture was taken...6th, 7th, or 8th? (I'm the one on the end, by the way.)

Addendum to the 'Realization' Post

They switched it up on me today...

We watched "The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross"...

Do you remember that PBS painting show??? It's like 25 years old and they still play it.

If you ever see "I Love the 80's" on VH-1, they have a throw-back to Bob Ross. Pretty funny stuff.

Realization...

I have found out that my parents L.O.V.E. the Hallmark channel.

That is all.

Happy Birthday, Mama!

Today is my mama's birthday, and I got to be here for it!

We had a great day. My sister got to come from Lubbock and brought a cake, so we had leftover chicken and dumplins (my favorite) and stew and cornbread for lunch with cake and ice cream for dessert.

A great day, yes, but it was pretty uneventful...I took Dad to the bank and post office. Later this afternoon, we went to Seminole to go to the nursing home to see Pa. You know, I've told you how he pretty much lives in his own world, and the conversations he has with us aren't really with "us" personally. It's just a generic conversation. Sometimes it doesn't matter what you say or ask, his answer is "yeah."

Mom: Ernest, what would you like for dinner?
Pa: Yeah.

Well, tonight we were sitting in his room, and he got this glazed over, far away look in his eyes. He lifted one of his shaking hands in front of him and began making motions. We were trying to figure out what he was doing because the motions were pretty random...long strokes or circles or short lines. Mom asked at one point, "Whatcha doing?"

He said, "Painting."

One of his favorite pasttimes was painting landscapes. He loved wildlife, lakes, and mountains.

He had a Time Life book of the United States on his bedside table, so I began looking through it to see if there were any landscape pictures in it. I found one that had mountains in the background with a lake in the forefront. I showed it to him and he loved it.

"Oh, yeah! Look at that!"

He grabbed onto the book and just looked at it for a minute. Then with his shaky hand he began "adding" to the picture. It about broke my heart, but I didn't say what I was thinking.

On our way home, Dad put to words what I had kept in my heart at the nursing home.

"We can't see what he was painting here, but the Lord has that masterpiece waiting for him in heaven."

Maybe it was heaven he was seeing...only God knows.

We got home, and my aunt had spaghetti, garlic bread, and caesar salad waiting for us with homemade apple pie for dessert...yyyyuuuummmmmm.....

A great day indeed.

Happy birthday, mama!

It's Fall!!!!

The first cold front of the year has arrived!

I am at my mom and dad's near Lubbock, and it's not supposed to get out of the 50's tomorrow!!! I am so excited!

I love the fall.

I think it's because I have so many fond memories during this time of year.

I love the chilly nights at a football game...the way a cold trumpet mouthpiece warms as it begins to be played. "Dear ol' Plains High, Grand ol' Plains High..."

I love homecoming and marching band festivals.

I love bundling up for a hayride where every part of your body is warm and cozy except for your nose.

I love blowing into a cup of spiced tea or hot chocolate so that the steam rises up to defrost that cold nose.

Some of my favorite things from my favorite time of year....