Small Town Homecoming Week

This week in Homecoming Week for our school. Tons of activities are happening. I remember my first real date was to the Homecoming Game and dance in 1988. Way back when...shall I bore you with the details?

It rained. I was in the marching band, tenor sax player, and it rained, oh, I said that. The band uniforms were hot and wet. I had to rush home after the game, dry all that hair, because wow, I had long thick hair and I had planned on HOT ROLLING IT. I wore pink stir up pants and a pink top with a 3/4 zipper in the front, huge coin dangling earrings, a Swatch Watch, ked tennis shoes and HOT ROLLED HAIR and I totally had the teased bangs, and the "wings", you know what I'm talking about...you take your comb, pull your hair straight out, drench it with hair spray and blow the hair spray dry, and vavoom...wings, major wings. If you didn't have the wings, who was gonna see those totally rad earrings? I was totally awesome dude. I had a date with XXXX XXXXX. He was nice and he asked so I went, but, so sad for my date, I was so totally into someone else who did not know that I was even alive. My date picked me up, I was excited because no boy had been allowed to pick me up until now. I think that Homecoming Dance and also the 1989 Prom were the only dances that I actually danced at. The rest, we just hung out. As for my date that night, it was the first and last date with him.

Present day...I'll attend the Homecoming without a date, Tim's football going days ended when I graduated high school. I'll sit with YARM13YOL and her "meet him at the game date" and Taylor who hasn't "gotten a boy yet" as she puts it.

This week at the Jr. High you will see, Jersey Day, Celebrity Day, Bling Bling Day, Hat & Shade day, and of course Spirit Day/Blue & Gold Day. Today, Taylor went as Sara Palin and MM went as ....her math teacher, Mrs. Byassee. Sorry, I did not get pictures of them, but I did get pictures of the.....

POWDER PUFF FOOTBALL GAME!!!! Senior Girls play the Junior Girls in football. Anna, our baby sitter is a senior this year... we were invited so we went to see her play. I don't remember this during my senior year. I missed alot that year because I was in GCECA, which was the work program.

I sat with Vicki, Anna's mom and had a great time.

The end of the game, Juniors in the White and Seniors in the Black

Anna!

Mary Margaret, Anna, Taylor...

And the score. Its sad but true, the Seniors lost to the Juniors.

Freaky Friday

3 Funerals
Computer problems
A bunch of bosses

FREAKY FRIDAY

Updated...

Do you remember the boss from yesterday that is the professional paper weight guy?

I had all the funeral handouts, memorial pictures, etc. printed for 2 services. He picks it all up and says that I have a birthday wrong, shreds it, looks at the history sheet and says...oh it was right, you'll have to reprint Mr. So-N-So.

No, I had to reprint, 2 Mr. So-N-So's because he didn't pick up just one funeral!!!

Sushi and Sidewalks

I love random titles. What could sushi and sidewalks have in common? In this post, only one thing, they happened on the same day in my world.

Mary Margaret missed school yesterday for an appointment. When we were finally finished, Dianne pointed us to Kirin, Chinese restaurant in Jonesboro. OMG moment for sure! I loved the pickit and they cook it part of the buffet. Mary Margaret saw the sushi. She tried it. Several different kinds. No good. She couldn't even swallow. So, this message is for Joy Shepherd Mary Margaret wanted her to know that she tried it and she is not a sushi lover!

You all know how Tim has not let me live down the cell phone working the TV volume and he won't let me live down the fact that I asked for a seat belt in the bed the other night...

This may not the best story to jab him with but it's all I have...

Me @ 6:30 AM to a sleeping Tim: Tim, we're leaving
Tim: Okay, got your sidewalks?
Me: What did you say?
Tim: Did you remember to get the sidewalks?
Me: (What in the world?) Sure honey, I packed up my sidewalks this morning, we've got them ready to go.
Tim: Good. Love you.

Wonder what that was all about...its been ages since I traveled around with my sidewalks...now the kitchen sink, I take it everywhere.

Next...
My boss is one of the only PROFESSIONAL PAPER WEIGHT PERSON I know. This is an ongoing battle around the funeral home for years.
Boss: Kaye, go get me 24 of the Cream Paper
I come back with 24 pieces of paper EVERYTIME (you would think I would learn)
Boss: Damn it, I have to do everything myself, you know I wanted the 24 weight, 100 sheets.

He can pick up a piece of paper and tell you the whiteness and the weight just by feeling it.

I want to know who taught him this...We need to have a serious talk. This paper issue takes up too much of my time.

Conversations

Taylor: I saw my scientist
Me: Who?
Taylor: I said, I saw my scientist.
Me: I don't know who or what you are talking about.
Taylor: Oh my gosh, I can't believe you don't know who my scientist is.
Me: I wasn't aware that you had your own scientist. Who is she?
Taylor: The lady at Dr. Jackson's office that cleans my teeth.
Me: Okay, I know who you are talking about the Dental Hygienist.
Taylor: That's what I said.

The Pile

Looking through some old photos that belonged to my grandmother I ran across a 1936 newspaper. The reason she kept it? An obit for my grandfather's father. I love the newspaper, I love the history, I love to think about how families read this paper, did they gather together? Did they pour over each little detail until they had it memorized? It was such a different world "way back when" and one person that brought it to life for me and made my imagination fly was my grandmother, Ernestine Brawner.

Today, I carried it to the office. One of my bosses asked me to read some of it, just to see if they could remember some of these people. 3 criminals escaped from the Cummings Farm (what they called a prison for some of my young readers). They were real live bank robbers and one had been convicted of murder. Society Section boasted about Mrs. So-N-So visiting Miss You-Know-Who miles away from home in the metropolis of Memphis, (there was a huge society section). There were ads for Soap Suds for 2 pennies.

The best ad was this...

Pile Suffering Has Ended at Last.
(As I read this to the bosses, I said, what the heck is the Pile?)
I thought they were both going to fall out on the floor...leaving me to pick them up...
Boss: "Haven't you read any of the old obits that said the cause of death was "The Pile"?
Me: Nope
Boss: Well, its for constipation, people would say, I've got Piled Up and they would go buy this medicine made by the biggest Rectal Company in the world.

The ad says...(it may be to small to read)

To thousand of sufferers from the pain of Piles, Thornton & Minor Pile Ointment has brought quick relief. This Private Formula Prescription has been developed through 56 years experience at the world's oldest and largest rectal institution. Only recently available for home use. Try a package on a Money-Back Guarantee. For sale at...

Sutts Drug Company

They Deliver!

How funny is this ad? I didn't even know there was a rectal institution...I know some people who would benefit from this institution...you know them too...all those people that you consider to be "full of crap". And HELLO they DELIVER! Um, hello, this Mrs. So-N-So, I um, need some Pile Ointment delivered TODAY.

AND seriously its ointment? What if you can't reach? I'm just sayin, whose gonna help you?

AND money back guarantee? Didn't my boss just say that some of the causes of death in the 30's was THE PILE? Now thats something to put in the obit, because, hey, back then, they listed the reason for your death. Of course the conversations would have been something like this "Oh my goodness, did you hear about Mr. So-N-So? Oh, dear lord, he died of (whispering) the pile." "Oh, (hand coverin the mouth) thats just awful. I wonder how the misses will get along now? Poor poor woman, he never was good for anything much. We'll take her a dish this afternoon."

Today? "OMG, did you hear? So-N-So finally found out what we've been telling her all along...he was a total SH**. And full of it too apparently!" "Girl, we'll pick her up some KFC this afternoon and dis him all night!"

BTW, I give you all permission to hate me.

Why?

I'm eating homemade chicken and dumplings. I took down the slow cooker (it was a little dusty) put in the onions, celery, cavenders seasoning and chicken leg quarters and let it cook all day. Came home, transferred it to a pot, brought to a boil and added Ann B's frozen dumplings.

Why the look of shock? You really thought that I was Betty Crocker? I'm sorry to dissappoint.