Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
In the third picture the Flu bug begins to bite. Zach is on the sofa having been sick since early morning and making his way down stairs for a visit sitting by his brother and Dad. Massey is on the stairs... she is taking a turn for the worse and can't even manage to get down the steps. The next picture of her and my sister was taken earlier when she felt good and they were surfing the net on the computer before the "Bug" hit her.
The last is a video that I had to include. My downstairs door to the bath room was screwed up and my nephew tried to fix it. His fix didn't work so I just told him we would leave the door open. I forgot to tell everyone else. When my other nephew's girlfriend went downstairs to use the rest room she got locked in. No one even noticed she was gone and several minutes later we heard a knock. TJ yelled over his shoulder from the couch upstairs..."Come in" thinking it was someone at the kitchen door coming in the house from the garage. No one came in and the knocking continued. After a couple of minutes we figured out that Shanna was missing and went downstairs to investigate the knocking. Bless her heart she had been in the bath room for ten minutes trying to get out. TJ took the door knob off and still no luck. Her boyfriend (my nephew) went out to the breaker box and cut the power off so she was trapped in the dark (tee hee) that lasted about two seconds before she yelled "THAT'S NOT FUNNY."
Finally we had to take the door off the hinges so she could escape her prison.
I have to say ...things are rarely dull at my house and at least she came out laughing!
Zach put a new door knob on last night...but at least we got a good video and I got a blog out of it !!
Till Next time....COTTON
Monday, December 28, 2009
She actually Laughed at Huey Lewis and the News (how dare her) and wanted to know why John Cougar wore chaps when he wasn't on a horse or a motorcycle?
When a video of Poison came on she said the guys wore more make up than the girls. Thank goodness they didn't show a "Queen" video while we were watching.
She was very intrigued by the early Madonna and Cyndi Lauper videos and commented that they looked cool. I told her to remind me to rent "Desperately Seeking Susan" for her and she would be in Heaven. The blast from the past that even jolted MY memory bank was the video of the boys group from Kingston "Pass the deuchtie on the left hand side." Do you remember THAT one?
I dug up these pictures and just HAD to post them . The first ones are from girl's trips to Fort Walton back in the early eighties and parties that we had when I was working for Johnny's Pizza on Virginia Ave , when there were only two stores (compared to the 100 some odd stores they have now.)
We progress to right after I first met Tim and TJ was around three. Tim had a pretty impressive mullet so I decided to drag him into this with me. Why just embarrass myself when I can make fun of my husband too?
What really amazes me is that even after Zach was born...I was still clinging to that eighties look . The look on my father's face says it all. He probably said "Hand me a basket ball to hold so I won't have to stare in in embarrassment at what my daughter is wearing." I wish you could see the bottom of the picture...I had on orange combat boots.
The silky sequin dresses..the huge hair (at least I didn't dye mine platinum blonde) and how about that denim dress that I can actually remember paying a butt load of money for??
WHAT IN THE HELL WERE WE THINKING??
The eighties were a time that everyone was trying to out shock the other person, and if they did...they would be a trend setter. The eighties were the years of my wild rebellious youth. They are years I am grateful for...they are behind me now but at least I had them when I WAS twenty.
Kids sometimes try to grow up too quickly, get married and act like they are adults...only to try and re-live their youth twenty years later when it is too late and people are laughing behind their backs at their hideous toupee or sequin tank top barely covering their sagging breasts that have fed a family of five.
At least I was young and stupid when I WAS young and stupid.
Either way, it's still fun to look back at what I thought looked cool and you know what? In twenty years...these pictures will most probably be the "IN" fashion again. Thank God by then I will be sitting in my rascal covered with a crocheted quilt saying to my grand kids "I had that dress first! Now give me my Jitterbug I need to call your daddy about my subscription to "Oprah as a Senior."
Till next time... Continually Aging Cotton
PS remember to click on the photos so you can laugh at me in full size...that is the way I laugh at myself every day!
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Christmas Eve started out good. Had a huge turkey thawing that a dear friend gave us, all my food ready for the big Christmas dinner and I climbed into bed for a nice winter nap. But what to my wandering eye did appear but Zach by my bed looking ghostly with fear.
He didn't quit make it to the toilet and woke me up to say he had "ralphed" in the bathroom floor. This was about 3:00 Christmas morning. We rolled up the bathroom rugs and cleaned up best we could that late at night and I sent him back to bed with a trash can by his side.
Christmas morning he didn't even want to get up to open his present but we forced him downstairs and made him as comfortable as we could on the couch while we opened gifts. He immediately went back to bed and stayed there til after three in the afternoon. Massey started feeling ill by 1:00 and stayed in her room most of the day. My family came over for the feast and Zach finally came down and ate a little around 4:00. I hated them being sick on Christmas but what are you going to do besides make them as comfortable as possible and tell them it will be okay ? Not much!
We had 12 people over for dinner and other than the "sick bay" I had going on upstairs we all had a great time. The last of the bunch left around 6 or 7. I cleaned up the kitchen and the living room and made myself a huge plate of all my favorites (love that broccoli and rice casserole) and settled in for hopefully another nice winter's nap.
About 2 in the morning I woke with a start. It felt like Rudolph was banging his hoofs on my heart. My stomach didn't feel so hot either so remembering Zach's short shot last night I headed to the downstairs bathroom just in case. Not one minute later...here came my (formerly favorite now) broccoli casserole back up through the pipes. Once it comes out your nose it immediately moves down your "favorites" list. I didn't think it would ever stop and was just glad I was downstairs so as not to wake up anyone else . Thirty minutes later when I felt I had expelled all the internal organs in my weak little body I crawled across the hall to the laundry room and got a wash cloth out of a load of clean clothes and curled up on the tile floor by my porcelain microphone and slept in a fetal position til the dry heaves finally went away. I'd say this was around 5 AM.
When I got the courage to get off the tile floor (cold tile feels really good to the side of your face after hurling for what seems like a week) I dragged myself into my oldest son's room, he had gone to Acworth to spend the night after everyone left on Christmas.
Massey woke me up late... with my wash cloth still on my forehead mid morning to tell my that Daddy was upstairs locked in the bath room with his own set of problems.
Ole TJ was smart to run off to Acworth!! He hasn't been home since and is probably waiting for the "All Clear" from the CDC.
All of us have slept for hours on end...that seems to be the only thing that helps. We have a refrigerator full of great food that no one can keep down but have gone through a case of ginger ale and a case of toilet paper.
I slept til after 2 today and wouldn't have gotten up then but I had to be at work by 3. I called work and told them I would be thirty minutes late just to get an extra half hour of face time with my pillow. I didn't get off of work til 11:30 tonight and felt like I had been run through a wringer.
Hopefully it has run its course in our house and tomorrow we can start eating all the wonderful food we have left over from Christmas.
Bah hum "BUG."
Til next...a now even skinnier COTTON
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
We had a Christmas party at Frances' house last night. If you read my blog you know how much this dear woman has come to mean to me and my family. She has overcome in less than a year what most people would consider a fatal blow. She had a botched catheter which sent her not only straight to open heart surgery but a nursing home for rehabilitation. That in it's self would have most probably sent me knocking on the pearly gates begging for admittance citing all my good deeds versus evil ones hoping the gates would swing open in pity.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
with Zach on the couch watching "Elf." At least we were all in the same mode. Sometimes (all the time with me) it is hard to bring a seventeen year old into what you are doing and make them feel like being a part of it.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Massey sent me a text around 4:00 asking where the Christmas tree stand was. I wondered what was up with that but text back and told her where it was in the garage. This is the first time in 49 years I haven't had a tree but have decorated the downstairs with all the candles and wreaths that I had.
Last night when I left work I walked out with one of the cooks, a dear friend of mine that is hands down one of the finest men I have ever met. He made the remark that he hadn't bought a tree yet and I told him I was right there with him. I jokingly said I couldn't afford the presents so I certainly couldn't afford a tree. I told him we needed to wait til about the 23rd and go to the Farmer's market together and tell them we wanted two trees and cut us a deal. Then we could leave the tree up til the middle of January to get the max out of it. He agreed and when I left we said we'd get together on it later . He is married with two precious daughters, one just starting school and the other is a fat little bundle of joy not even a year old yet. His wife is just as good a person as him and they have been to our house many times.
When things at work slowed for a minute I called home to ask Massey why she needed the tree stand. She said Dean (the cook from work) had just come over and brought us a Christmas tree. Tears welled up in my eyes and I had to stop and fan my face with a menu so they didn't stream down my cheeks.
How awesome was it of this guy to bring us a tree.. to make our Christmas complete and thrill my daughter to death?
I didn't get off til after ten tonight and when I was driving home, the only Christmas song that I HAVEN'T heard while waiting to win my money on the radio came on for the first time. "O Christmas Tree."
How ironic is that?
How special is it to have friends like I do that give unselfishly and make me realize how truly lucky I am? On top of that, when I pulled in front of the house and saw a tree lit up through the window the tears couldn't be stopped.
Oh it wasn't a pine tree... it was a Frasier fir, my absolute favorite. They are so fragrant and the only kind of tree I ever buy. Massey had it all decorated. She hadn't put a drop of water in the stand but was so busy just getting it all ready she forgot. I watered this most beautiful tree I have ever had and was in awe just to see a tree sitting in my living room.
I am home from work...Tim is at work and things are finally looking up. Not only that...
IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS !!
Til next time, an overwhelmed and extremly grateful COTTON
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
We were in the middle of a thunderstorm and the cells weren't picking up a signal. I went out of the garage and screamed for someone to bring me an umbrella....I can walk around the yard and street until I find a signal.
It was raining like crazy but that is my calling..."CRAZY."
I stood in the rain for over ten minutes waiting for the DJ to answer the phone and tell me I had won.
I told my daughter after that ole geezer won the money that it is God's plan for us to win the $10,000 they would be giving away NEXT week.
When I told the story at work today my manager said he could just imagine me out in the pouring rain with an umbrella and a cell phone crooked on my shoulder.
I don't HAVE to imagine..I was THERE.
I went to the school tonight to pick Massey up from practice and told her to jump in the car quick...they were playing "Rockin around the Christmas Tree" when she reminded me that I had the wrong song. I told her "Rockin..Jingle..." it's all the same to me.
I have to keep a clear head...NOT "Rockin" but "Jingle."
This is my best shot at us having a Christmas and I am glued to the station. I am sick of Christmas music but at least I have the songs right now in my head.
NOT "Rockin" but "Jingle Bell"
You mark my words...no one will give it a better try than me!
BRING IT ON...
Okay, what was it, Jingle bell Rock or Rockin around the Christmas tree ?
NOW I REMEMBER!!
DANG, I AM getting old...
Til next time, Confused Cotton
Monday, December 14, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tonight we had our Christmas reunion. An all year reunion that we have been having a couple of times a year (we like to party.)
There were people there that graduated in the 50's and people that graduated in the 80's. That's the great thing about my high school. As the years have passed we get together more and more often....we may have gone to Russell and may not be the smartest but we are the most dedicated to keeping in touch and I have made many new friends at these get togethers.
We had people from the fifties out on the dance floor doing dances that I don't even remember but they were pretty darn good at . I thought they may break into a "Jitterbug" at any given moment or at least whip out THEIR jitterbug to call a classmate that wasn't there yet to see if their Rascal had had broken down or were looking for the handicap entrance. I will say that the women from the fifties class certainly haven't forgotten about sequins or leather and dress to the nines at these reunions.
Some of the ones from the sixties were in denim or tank tops and the ones from my era were dressed normal (that's because I am one of them and want to feel good about myself.)
My high school was very eclectic. We had preppies, sluts, brainy kids...misfits, snobs and jocks. We had pot heads and ones who gathered around smoking Marlboro's. Years ago we would never have mingled or intertwined our lives but as our ultimate demise comes screaming closer and closer we have bonded and all come together to realize that we are ALL getting older.
Thirty years ago four years of difference in age was huge. Today it is simply a blip on the radar of life.
I am truly lucky to have gone to a school that still has that bond of all being WILDCATS (our mascot) and continues to remain Wildcats.
What an appropriate mascot.
A varied but committed bunch of people that grew up in the greatest community you could ever imagine.
It felt good to get out and have a night to myself and see old friends and make a few new ones.
Several people came up to me and said they liked my blogs. People that I had never even met. That was a really good thing for me to hear...my own Christmas present from the people I grew up with.
A fun night...just what I needed.
Friday, December 11, 2009
My last table was a party of seven. If it had been a party of eight I could have added 18% gratuity. I pushed all the specials and they ordered really well so I had high hopes for my last table making my night. They ran me like crazy (I don't mind that) and even ordered dessert. They had cocktails and stayed a little longer than I wanted them to... my feet were killing me and being my eighth shift this week I was ready to go. The tab was $170.00 and I felt pretty good about it. I packed all their left overs up for them and bagged it . Took the tab and said a prayer.
They left me a $12.oo tip. I guess that last prayer didn't make it upstairs in time. I understand that waiting tables is a crap shoot but I didn't expect to crap out like that! They probably had an extra person out in the car and told her "Baby girl, you can't come inside with us or they'll add a giant tip to the bill. Just keep the heater on in the car and listen to Christmas carols on the radio ... we will pack up all our left overs and you can eat on the way home."
For Pete's sake...it's Christmas time for me TOO ! At the very least give me a ten percent tip. To be honest I was just glad they left and I got to go home. I was hoping for a $30.00 tip and instead had to be grateful for the lousy almost 8% they left me. I memorized all their faces and will know next time they walk in to pay off the hostess not to seat them in my section.
I am home now, warm and surrounded by my pep squad (my pups.)
Have to be back at work by 9:00 in the morning for a meeting and then I have my glorious one day off (ya gotta LOVE a day off.)
Baby it's COLD outside and reminds me of how glad I am I live in the deep south. I'd never make it up north.
Do you know how cold it would have been for "Baby Girl" in that car if they lived in Michigan?
Til next time...COTTON
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Tonight was Massey's Christmas concert with the ECHS women's chorus. They were quite impressive. Massey is on the bottom right with her cute new bob hair cut. There is a house right around the corner from the high school that is really getting into the spirit of Christmas. On their house in huge letters they have spray painted "Merry Chistmas." I know that spray paint cans don't have spell check but at least pay attention if you are going to actually spray paint a message across the front of your house... remember that there is an "R" right after the "H" in Christmas. I am going to have to take a picture of it and post it for you to see...it's pretty funny. Anyway, back to the concert. Massey looked beautiful but I am certainly biased. Their small group has a lovely sound and appeal. After the concert we went by McDonalds for the dollar menu specials and took some home to Zach who had declined our offer to go to the concert. While I was downstairs uploading Massey's video he was upstairs playing Rock Band. I snuck up the stairs and captured him playing in the living room. It was dark but since I was sneaking I couldn't turn on any lights. It was kinda boring until he played that last chord...so impressed with his virtual talent he turned and whooped only to see his nosey mom with a cam corder pointed at him. Needless to say I was cracking up as he was telling me it was a federal crime to video tape him without his consent. I told him it was a crime he was a 17 year old with the aptitude of being the next Bill Gates but refused to use his potential to his advantage . Bill Gates... heck, I'd settle for a Maury Povich. He chased me around the house for a good five minutes before giving up. I ran in the bathroom with my cam corder and hid til he gave up. When he saw the title for my post "Two Concerts.." he tried to act mad but he knows I only poke fun at the people I love...obviously I love him a LOT. Enjoy my two concerts...I have over and over again!!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I HAVE to keep this job for now. It is less than three weeks to Christmas and I would be an idiot to quit at this point in the game. I pray that if I can make it through the holidays I will be okay. Once the New Year hits....... I am really going to make some changes.
Focusing on my writing and focusing on working in a positive environment.
Yesterday was a blast. I got to the parade late (SEC tourney traffic) and missed Massey's band marching by, but recorded it at home and was so proud to see how much face time she got from the camera man. It was colder than the Antarctic and I had to pay ten bucks to park my car but to be there for my girl I would do it all again.
Tonight at work my faith was renewed . I AM A GOOD WAITRESS and my shift proved it.
I am working every day til Christmas and for the first time I am working Christmas Eve night. It's not like I have to put out "Santa Claus" and my teens have been wonderful and understanding. It's one year out of our lives that may not be 'candy' but will still be sweet.
If business keeps up the brisk pace I can get the bills paid and give each of my children a nice gift and some underwear and socks thrown in.
Thanks to all for the love and support.
Ya know, I am almost excited about just having a Christmas that is about the reason and not the hype of the season.
I am baking brownies tomorrow and chocolate chip cookies are close behind. Geez, I wish I knew how to make those cheese straws my mom used to make. Anybody know how? They had a peppery taste.... a little hot. Let me know if you have the recipe.
Christmas is coming and once again I am reminded why.
Christ was born ...lived his life and died so that we could live.
I am alive and grateful to be baking cookies and brownies.
Let me know about that cheese straw recipe...ANYBODY???
Til next time..Cotton
Friday, December 4, 2009
OMG..click on these pictures!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Not a good thing when you have three dogs. I often wonder why having three dogs 'IS' a good thing. I took them out last night right as it started to sprinkle and let them all do "Their Thing" hoping that they could make it until the rain stopped.
My husband worked all night so the hounds slept with me. The male boxer HAS to be right next to me in the bed, the female boxer prefers downstairs sleeping at the foot of the stairs where she doesn't have to climb stairs but can thwart any enemy advances, and the bulldog sleeps under my bed like it is his cave with white chop stick back legs sticking out and crossed like he is "in his crib" and loving it.
They made it through the morning without going out ... it was raining so hard the Morton Salt girl would have been at risk in her slicker.
Around one the rain had ALMOST stopped so I let the three idiots out the back door.
It would be okay if they would meekly tip toe to the edge of the porch and cop a squat. But they all three barrel out of the house like the running of the bulls in Spain and slip, slide and fling up mud as they race each other to the back of our property for no apparent reason other than to cover their underside in mud. They follow each other around peeing where the first one did and once they have made their rounds come back to sit by the kitchen door looking like Pig Pen on a bad day.
I then have to get beach towels and bring them in one at a time. I start with their paws and move up their legs to their filthy bellies and end up with the slobber hanging off their jowls and finally release them back into my house.
Dang...my three kids aren't THIS much work (at least not physically.) I decided not to feed the dogs today so they wouldn't have a turtle head a pokin' (Austin Powers movie quote ) and it won't kill them to go one day without food. I have done it many times and I'm still here.
I got my oldest son to go pick up a bale of wheat straw last night right before the monsoon hit and put it all around the back porch to keep the mud down a bit. It did help, what doesn't help is three idiot four legged dogs that have to run like crazy out in the yard and then expect me to be happy to see them wanting to gain entry to the house again.
It seems to be feast or famine here in my neck of the woods. Either it doesn't rain for three months or it rains for three days straight.
Not good when you have pups! They have been wiped down for the last time tonight and all three are snoozing in different parts of the house. It's so weird, when my husband is home they don't mind spreading out throughout the house. When he is gone they are all on top of me like secret service agents.
Tomorrow is forecast to be just cloudy ...maybe I will let them eat again.
They had better be glad they don't get report cards, I would fail them all on rainy day etiquette.
Til next time...Cotton
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The top picture was taken by my brother on his phone Thanksgiving at my sister's house. The video was shot in my kitchen night before last while cooking. Thank goodness Massey didn't spot me singing until the song was almost over because I was belting it out pretty good . You don't hear my favorite songs on the radio much. American Pie is one of my favorites and the other is Creep by Radiohead. You should see me on Rock band singing "Creep" those guys NEED me in their band if only for this one song! "Creep" is the ring tone on my phone... unlike my husband's ring tone. You know the one, sounds like a phone ringing from the sixties. When his phone rings we say "Your Gran ma's phone's ringing." Of course by this point in life he tends to just ignore our sarcastic comments.
I have been busy typing up a few of my favorite blogs and have decided to start submitting them to anyone that will accept the envelope. After posting that on Facebook, I had 22 notifications of support and encouragement from friends. That was a pretty awesome feeling.
Yeah, life sucks right now...but at least I am alive and loved, two pretty good things to have in my corner at this crossroad in my life.
Work has me a nervous wreck...I am being watched constantly by the managers and have lost all faith in myself as a server (the one thing I thought I WAS good at.) It's hard to shake off bad vibes and on top of that knowing that I absolutely HAVE to keep my job right now doesn't help.
I have veins that seem ready to cause an embolism at any moment...gray hairs growing faster than a Chia pet and a job that I now hate going in to.
On the flip side I have a family that loves me and a network of friends that keep me going and make it all worth it.
I decided to answer the phone call from Chase last night...usually I don't. I talked to the guy til I was blue in the face and he probably quit his job when he got off the phone with me. He told me at one point early on that he wanted to help me and I told him that getting rid of our interest rate would help quite a bit. I explained our situation and told him that I was paying my mortgage, utilities and car insurance before his company even crossed my mind. I told him why should I send a minimum payment to them when 98% of it went to interest. I told him I felt like I was spinning my wheels and just flinging mud up. I also told him we haven't even used the card in over a year but with our situation had simply gotten behind.
After using my PHD in BS for half an hour I got the interest rate knocked to 2% for a year. I got really lucky with this guy, he was actually pretty nice and ended up helping me out quite a bit (even though they make BUTT LOADS of money off people like us) and it felt good to explode on someone who couldn't fire me or even see me.
Now if I can just find someone who thinks my writing is worth publishing maybe I can move my life in the direction I want it to go.
HEY! Maybe I can do a blog for Chase or Citi Card...I know, how about a Wells Fargo blog ?
Til next time...Cotton