Ginger's spam is found poetry.
Gorgeous dress, Aimee, and I'm in awe of your tackling the slippery slidey fabric. That's not easy.
Smonster! Hello, you.
That was nicely done, Cindy. Would you gently rap my knuckles when I do the same thing?
And Tep, I'm glad you got an appointment, and I will be waiting in *friendly concern* to hear what they have to say.
This just in: after several years of suggesting, offers to help, and yes, I admit, nagging, DH has decided it's time to clear clutter, indoors. Where has he chosen to start? The kitchen. What is he clearing? Everything he doesn't use. Which is? Everything I do use.
My conclusion: This means I never have to enter the kitchen again, right? All meals catered by him from now on?
Also? Storm-ma to Nicole (hi!) and why is it so frickin hot here? Short sleeves and furrowed brows--it looks like hurricane-coming weather out there.
Suz, is the small font so as not to spook me? You're adorable.
Thanks for the ~ma. This is soooo not Denver weather. We usually get the random snow fall and then the sun comes out and the snow goes away. This is Fargo weather. Or something. Whatever it is? I'm sick of it. Fuckers said we'd only get 1 - 3 inches and I woke up to another 6 inches of snow on the ground. And it's still snowing. Aaaargh! (Not Aaaarch, as originally typed.)
I can hem, however, and that's a hell of a lot of heming.
I can crochet. That's about it. And I'm very mediocre at that.
smonster! Are we still squeeing about FNL? Hell yes! I get to go home tonight and watch the new episode. (I know, bad fan, no biscuit.)
Sparky, good luck with the yard sale. I'd buy stuff if I was there.
Nicole, stay warm. Power~ma to you.
Hooray for doctors that return calls promptly! I hope it's easily fixable, Steph.
Now, who hid the coffee?
You've just described the whole secret of successful costuming.
Don't forget the 10-foot rule. Sets and costumes live & die by the 10-foot rule.
Aims, the dress looks verra pretty and much better than anything I could have done. Let S help fit it to you, and DON'T WORRY about it not being perfect - it's your first try, and a great first try it is! Smite that perfectionism a bit (I know, pot meet kettle, but try).
Nicole, I think you got all our snow. We really haven't had much yet this season. Are you stuck at home today?
Cereal?
Power~ma for Nicole, definitely!
smonster! Are we still squeeing about FNL? Hell yes!
Okay. Question. I have now watched the first 3 eps, and I LOVE. I cannot watch it too close to bedtime, because the football gets me too hopped up. This is not the question, though. The question is - WTF are "rally girls" and why are they mortal enemies of the cheerleaders?
That's right, I'm not from Texas.
Hi Bev! I was actually researching flights to *anywhere* with better weather than here. Best ticket price I could find was to Raleigh, NC. Something like $134 RT. !!! Is that near you?
Are you stuck at home today?
Nope. Stuck at work. I think that's worse.
Also? Please to be taking your weather back!
So sad to read about Gus when I got back. I actually have read all the way through Natter and Bitches, but couldn't tell you half of what I read. Happy belated to ita and probably others, and much ~ma to Fay and her sister, and to anyone else who needs.
Thanks to everyone for their kind thoughts and words about grandaddy. We had visitation on Tuesday. It's my least favorite part of any service. There was a state trooper honor gaurd who switched out every 30 minutes with the whole salute and everything. Dad took me down to the casket almost as soon as I got there. I grabbed some tissue on my way down, "just in case." Dad said I'd probably need it since he'd been crying for the last hour, that's when I told my dad the gruff football coach, "Yeah, well I'm tougher than you."
People told stories, about how grandaddy taught us right from wrong, how though there were 7 kids and only an field laborer or trooper's salary, no one ever felt like they wanted for anything, about how he loved a practical joke, about his time as a trooper, about teaching us to fish and getting hooked by more than a few grand and great grandkids.
Mimi was difficult to watch. She'd call out his name and want us to help her stand so she could rest her hand on his chest. When it was time to leave she asked my cousin and I to help her straighten his suit and smooth his tie. As she was being led away by my uncle, who is a retired officer now working for the sherriffs dept. she asked to go by the trooper standing gaurd so she could thank him. Uncle Don told her she couldn't because you're not supposed to talk to them. As she was wheeled by she shouted, "Well thank you anyway!"
The service Wednesday was short. Most of the bible passages didn't really speak to me, but for most of my family, I think it was comforting. My mother, divorced from my father for over 20 years was there. It almost felt like grandaddy was telling the preacher what to say, like he noticed mom and told the preacher to remind us that he always said even if you split up with a Morgan, he would "keep" you. We were reminded to live generously, following grandaddy's example of giving all the family's Christmas presents to a local needy family and getting a local retailer to donate presents for a small amount of money. He and Mimi were in love for 68 years. They held hands every night before bed. I can see so much of who each and every one of us are in those stories.
I was doing fairly well until as we passed by the casket, my cousin and I who'd spent so many summers, holidays, weekends- told me, "Ask him to come back. He'd do it for you."
Following the service we went down to the lake where there's a hilltop church with a small graveyard on the road that leads down to "Morgan's Mountain." We were escorted by officers from 3 Parishes. Each time they would switch jurisdictions, the officers would get out of their cars and salute grandad.
Mimi wanted the grandkids to put our hands on the casket while they said the final prayer. We each took a rose from on top of the casket, kissed my grandmother and then walked across to the church for supper.
Mr. Jane and I made it home just in time for the opening kickoff of the LSU-Notre Dame game. Our Tigers pulled one out for grandaddy. A cousin missed the funeral to get back to NO in time for the game, she was interviewed by a local station and got to tell about grandaddy.
Sorry to go on and on, but I put a great man in the ground Wednesday, and wanted to tell y'all about it.
