Turn out the lights... the giveaway is over...
Mr. Random Generator is coming by tonight to make the selections. I'll post them as soon as he does.
I'm going to have some great pictures to show you tomorrow...
The Parental Unit (PU or Nannie if you prefer) has a snazzy new birthday present.
She is 88 and just got her first RED CONVERTIBLE. Isn't that so cool?
I can't wait to show you.
The conversation went like this:
me: "PU, I can't wait to get a picture of you driving with the top down."
PU: "I'll never drive with the top down."
Hmmmmm.
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An Old Tradition
Yesterday, the Parental Unit (PU) and I went to a craft type store to purchase...funeral flowers.
Who died, you ask?
Well, no one lately.
In small southern towns, and in small country churches, there is a long held tradition to take fresh/fake flowers to the cemetery and thus, "decorate" the gravesite. Interestingly enough, this tradition is called DECORATION.
I think this yearly occurance started "Once upon a time..", it is so old. Back in the day, people would go to the cemetery on Saturday, weed and clean it , and then bring fresh flowers or whatever as a remembrance to a loved one's headstone.
This also included dinner on the grounds and lots and lots of visiting with neighbors. No one had phones back then and it was a real social occasion to go to Decoration and see folks.
To really make a splash, different churches had their Decoration Day on a different Sunday so people could travel to ALL the different locations as to not miss anyone.
This was such a Big Deal to my grandparents and my dad. For my generation...not so much.
PU and I usually sneak in when no one is around and put a bouquet on her parents' and my dad's spot. I am so sorry to admit I am too cheap to do up all the relatives because I am related to 75.8% of the souls that once dwelled in those corpses.
I want to scream and say, "People, they aren't here!" But, out of respect I do my little thing and slink out.
Country church pastors despise decoration because it takes the entire month of May and into June and people MISS CHURCH to travel to whatever location. I have been berated in many a sermon about Decoration and that it is most likely a tool of satan.
Hello? Pastor? I'm sitting right here. I'm not the one traveling.
Frustration is a tough emotion for some to handle.
The Sibling actually goes to many of these events, but he is more social than I am.
And, more of a traditionalist.
It will be up to others like-minded to keep this going in the future.
For my future? The Queen B? I'll never get a flower. I'm just sayin'.
Another old tradition, Mother's Day, is probably here to stay. That's good. Mom's get most of the yuck jobs and it is great to take one part of a day to tell her you love her and appreciate her.
Are you doing something special for your mother?
Who died, you ask?
Well, no one lately.
In small southern towns, and in small country churches, there is a long held tradition to take fresh/fake flowers to the cemetery and thus, "decorate" the gravesite. Interestingly enough, this tradition is called DECORATION.
I think this yearly occurance started "Once upon a time..", it is so old. Back in the day, people would go to the cemetery on Saturday, weed and clean it , and then bring fresh flowers or whatever as a remembrance to a loved one's headstone.
This also included dinner on the grounds and lots and lots of visiting with neighbors. No one had phones back then and it was a real social occasion to go to Decoration and see folks.
To really make a splash, different churches had their Decoration Day on a different Sunday so people could travel to ALL the different locations as to not miss anyone.
This was such a Big Deal to my grandparents and my dad. For my generation...not so much.
PU and I usually sneak in when no one is around and put a bouquet on her parents' and my dad's spot. I am so sorry to admit I am too cheap to do up all the relatives because I am related to 75.8% of the souls that once dwelled in those corpses.
I want to scream and say, "People, they aren't here!" But, out of respect I do my little thing and slink out.
Country church pastors despise decoration because it takes the entire month of May and into June and people MISS CHURCH to travel to whatever location. I have been berated in many a sermon about Decoration and that it is most likely a tool of satan.
Hello? Pastor? I'm sitting right here. I'm not the one traveling.
Frustration is a tough emotion for some to handle.
The Sibling actually goes to many of these events, but he is more social than I am.
And, more of a traditionalist.
It will be up to others like-minded to keep this going in the future.
For my future? The Queen B? I'll never get a flower. I'm just sayin'.
Another old tradition, Mother's Day, is probably here to stay. That's good. Mom's get most of the yuck jobs and it is great to take one part of a day to tell her you love her and appreciate her.
Are you doing something special for your mother?
Whine, Whine and Whine
Well, Beachy Mimi is still sick. My voice sounds like a squeaky...something.
I did go to the real doctor today, not Queen B's Health Educator from WalMart.
The sickness was NOT in the budget for the month. Especially the MEDICATIONS. Oh my, I had 4 prescriptions than ran about $400. With insurance.
Just the usual stuff. High powered antibiotic, cough syrup and the stuff to take after the antibiotic does the itchy thing. It rhymes with BEAST INFECTION. And, if I may say so, is a beast. Though that is actually the most important RX and it was just $3. Something is just WRONG that medicines cost so much. It makes me sick!!..hahahaha
Sickbed humor.
The Parental Unit said she would come take care of me...She walked in the door, poured a can of Rotel in the soup I was making, and left. Time nursing--10 seconds.
I guess with the Rotel I can add stomach problems to my chest problems.
Actually, this soup is pretty good and hearty when you are well.
Beachy Mimi's Sick Soup
2 cans Progresso Minestrone Soup
2 lbs. fried ground beef
2 cans pinto beans
2 cans Rotel
Fry meat, mix together for 30 minutes or so and eat. It is really better the second day.
Anyway, as the weather gets cooler here this soup just hits the spot...if you aren't having an intestinal issue. Which, I'm not, so PU's contribution was welcome.
A nurse...she isn't. It was always get better or die at our house growing up.
Now that I have my own home I don't have anyone to take advantage of and make them bring me Sonic cokes and stuff. Bummer.
Queen B...your mommy is calling...help.
She's ignoring me. She is sick, herself. In fact, she got a shot in the hiney this morning and now she is disgustingly better. And not coming near my germs.
If we lived in the same town I would so totally milk this situation.
Instead I have PU, who took Nursing (minus) -101.
I've been checking out blogs while I am here in the sickbed and I am finding something alarming. ALARMING, YA'LL.
Most everyone seems to have the Bloggy Blues. Several of my Precious Peeps are quitting.
NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! Please don't go. You may think your posts are not interesting, but they ARE. People in the sickbed DEPEND on your bloggy goodness.
Take a walk around the block, go to Sonic, clean out a closet...JUST DON'T LEAVE.
We all have days (like today) when nothing much seems interesting or blogworthy, but it IS.
Trust me on this. Some of us HAVE to live vicariously through your blogisms, MEMEs, awards, photos, contests, recipes, tips, recommendations...you see? YOU ARE NEEDED!
Besides, don't you secretly love your comments and statcounter? HUH? Come on. Admit it. You check. Some of you check OFTEN. Just to see if you matter to at least one person.
Well, you matter. Don't quit. There's bloggy material all over the place. MIL, SIL, neighbors, PU's, bald guys, kids, hubs, the weather...lots of stuff and it is ALL GOOD.
If I can't milk a family member for more attention, it will have to be my Peeps!
With the miracle $400 antiobiotic, I will probably be naturally blonde and weigh 50lbs less by morning.
Stay tuned.
I did go to the real doctor today, not Queen B's Health Educator from WalMart.
The sickness was NOT in the budget for the month. Especially the MEDICATIONS. Oh my, I had 4 prescriptions than ran about $400. With insurance.
Just the usual stuff. High powered antibiotic, cough syrup and the stuff to take after the antibiotic does the itchy thing. It rhymes with BEAST INFECTION. And, if I may say so, is a beast. Though that is actually the most important RX and it was just $3. Something is just WRONG that medicines cost so much. It makes me sick!!..hahahaha
Sickbed humor.
The Parental Unit said she would come take care of me...She walked in the door, poured a can of Rotel in the soup I was making, and left. Time nursing--10 seconds.
I guess with the Rotel I can add stomach problems to my chest problems.
Actually, this soup is pretty good and hearty when you are well.
Beachy Mimi's Sick Soup
2 cans Progresso Minestrone Soup
2 lbs. fried ground beef
2 cans pinto beans
2 cans Rotel
Fry meat, mix together for 30 minutes or so and eat. It is really better the second day.
Anyway, as the weather gets cooler here this soup just hits the spot...if you aren't having an intestinal issue. Which, I'm not, so PU's contribution was welcome.
A nurse...she isn't. It was always get better or die at our house growing up.
Now that I have my own home I don't have anyone to take advantage of and make them bring me Sonic cokes and stuff. Bummer.
Queen B...your mommy is calling...help.
She's ignoring me. She is sick, herself. In fact, she got a shot in the hiney this morning and now she is disgustingly better. And not coming near my germs.
If we lived in the same town I would so totally milk this situation.
Instead I have PU, who took Nursing (minus) -101.
I've been checking out blogs while I am here in the sickbed and I am finding something alarming. ALARMING, YA'LL.
Most everyone seems to have the Bloggy Blues. Several of my Precious Peeps are quitting.
NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! Please don't go. You may think your posts are not interesting, but they ARE. People in the sickbed DEPEND on your bloggy goodness.
Take a walk around the block, go to Sonic, clean out a closet...JUST DON'T LEAVE.
We all have days (like today) when nothing much seems interesting or blogworthy, but it IS.
Trust me on this. Some of us HAVE to live vicariously through your blogisms, MEMEs, awards, photos, contests, recipes, tips, recommendations...you see? YOU ARE NEEDED!
Besides, don't you secretly love your comments and statcounter? HUH? Come on. Admit it. You check. Some of you check OFTEN. Just to see if you matter to at least one person.
Well, you matter. Don't quit. There's bloggy material all over the place. MIL, SIL, neighbors, PU's, bald guys, kids, hubs, the weather...lots of stuff and it is ALL GOOD.
If I can't milk a family member for more attention, it will have to be my Peeps!
With the miracle $400 antiobiotic, I will probably be naturally blonde and weigh 50lbs less by morning.
Stay tuned.
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