Archive for March, 2007
There is a Perdue Oven Stuffer Roaster chicken breast sizzling in the oven as we speak. It has one of those wonderfully magical pop-up thingies to let you know when it has reached the peak of perfection. I love those pop-up thingies. Would that more things came equipped with them…but that’s another topic for another time.
In mere minutes I plan to begin the act of stuffing myself to satiation with said chicken breast, green beans, and Stove Top Stuffing (another fine invention). Of course, during the feast I will also be catching up on my Soapies (thankfully TiVoed while I was at the office). TiVo is yet another fabulous addition to our society.
I am feeling the call of satisfaction. I believe I will answer it now.
Have you ever had a conversation with someone that was repeated to someone else and then repeated once more? Have you been there? Did what was really said and what was repeated look anything alike?
Good Lord. Apparently the sky is falling in purple chunks, we are under attack from the planet Venus and, if things are not done in a certain and precise manner, the Earth will spin off its axis and topple every building in Manhatten.
Not at all what I said.
Yes folks, I have been watching the one and only reality show I will watch, Dancing with the Stars, and I am loving it. I have to admit though…I really thought Heather Mills’ inclusion as a contestant on the show was a publicity stunt. I thought it was going to be agony as horrible as the debaucle of Sara Evans or Master P. I was very, VERY mistaken.
I know she will probably never see this herself but, just in case, here goes –
Dear Ms. Mills,
Please accept my most humble apologies for doubting the veracity of your presence on Dancing with the Stars. You, Ms. Mills, are the epitome of grace and perseverance. I believe you are doing the show for exactly the reasons you proclaim and I am most impressed at your abilities. If I didn’t know you were missing your leg, I certainly wouldn’t be able to tell by your performances. You really are a fantastic role model to anyone who has ever lost a limb.
I also must your applaud your willingness to get up in front of the world and do this show when there has been so much negativity in the press regarding you and your impending divorce. You have shown yourself to be a true Lady and I have a brand new perspective of you. You deserve the title of “Hero” so dance on Sweet Lady, dance on.
A New Fan
If anyone ever has the audacity to refer to you as handicapped, I hope you punch them right in the mouth!
I do believe it is time for me to rejoin the world and begin to put the sorrow and grief behind me. I was so touched by the kind comments and e-mails I received from so many of you. It was truly enlightening to understand that people do care about what goes on in the worlds of other people. I appreciate you all so much. Thank you.
Now, let’s get on with the living!
My family suffered another blow this morning with the unexpected death of my Great-Uncle, Raeford Parrish. He apparently had a massive heart attack while driving home, left the road, and hit a tree. He was 85 years old.
I just saw Uncle Raeford yesterday at the church before the start of Aunt Sue’s funeral. We gave each other a big hug. He will be greatly missed by us all. Special thoughts and prayers go out especially to his three daughters, Judy Raye, Joy, and Ginger.
We gathered together today, family and friends, and bid our farewells to Aunt Sue. Her cap bore the inscription, “God is Good”. Pictures of her children and grandchildren lined the inside of the casket lid. The songs she chose were beautiful and so very stirring. Her nephews bore her body in its casket to the graveside then added their individual boutonnieres to the casket spray. My brother kissed his before placing it in the arrangement…his own personal goodbye.
Aunt Sue has gone on and the requisite rituals have been completed but her essence is all around us still. I heard more than one person say today that they thought they heard her laugh mixed in among the many voices in the house. My cousin Dwayne believes they did hear her laugh. I believe it too. So, Aunt Sue, if I am to carry you with me forevermore then I want to make sure you have plenty to laugh about…the time for tears is over. I want to hear you laugh. Let’s get on with living.
I want to thank all of you for the many prayers and well wishes during this most difficult time. Your love and caring was so very much appreciated. I love you all.
This is just too hilarious to pass up…ever. There’s a fella in Cincinnati who is about to be a father of 6. He currently has no children but, between August and October of this year, 6 different women will be giving birth to his children. His explanation when asked about this by a judge in open court?
That’s really what he said! Click the link and see for yourself. Good Lord in heaven…and this bastion of human intelligence is reproducing! Imagine the consequences. Pity. Pity.
Please pardon my absence as of late. I have preferred a solitude without words, spoken or written, as I try to come to terms with the ever so imminent loss of my dear Aunt Sue. The ugliness that is cancer will claim her life in a very short time but she has resolved that the claiming of that life will not be ugly. She has an almost otherworldly peace about her journey from this world to the next. She is ready with only the “Goodbyes” left to say.
As we visited with her Sunday, along with a house full of other folks, I watched Aunt Sue watching everyone else. It was as if she was trying to drink in every aspect and characteristic of each person there. While she is but a whisper of the vibrant, energetic, athletic human being she once was, she seems to be filled with an all-consuming love and wants to be sure the people in her life know her feelings for them.
Her body has betrayed her…medicine has betrayed her…but she knows that God’s word is true and He will never betray her. Her time here with us is quickly passing but her journey is really just beginning. She will leave us but it will be on her own terms…in her pink sweat suit, wearing her pink ball cap, with all of us singing “Go Rest High on that Mountain” and “Amazing Grace”…with all of us desperately holding on to every memory and every “I love you”.
We will miss you so much Aunt Sue… I will miss you…but God is waiting for you and I’m sure He has claimed your first dance in Heaven. Thank you for loving me and being my Ruby.