Grocery Store Rumor: Beachy Mimi Returning to Blog

Yes, my Peeps. Beachy Mimi will be returning to blogworld at the beginning of August.

Actually, it's probably NOT a grocery store rumor because Beachy Mimi has to be d-r-a-g-g-e-d to the grocery store...unless there are no Coke's in the house. I buy by the truckload so that sad state of life will not happen to me.

But, it did. I had to go. I was sad.

I also had to buy air filters for the house and they were $8.88 EACH. That has to be a scam. I think they just turn black after being exposed to the air for a short time.

Men planned this house. It is all one level and fixed in a way for a down-sizing Mimi to operate fairly easily. Except...the 10 foot ceilings have 5 10 foot high
filter things which means a very LARGE Ladder must be climbed to change them every few weeks. You almost need a bucket truck basket to get up there with all your stuff. It's total trauma.

I've had an interesting summer and I will be so happy to share all the boring details with you in future posts.

As we last spoke...J was in the picture...NOT. Now, if his number comes up on my phone (I accidently found this little deal on the phone and he announces your caller orally before it starts ringing) it says "NO!" for his cellphone and "HELL NO" for his homephone. That way I have warning NOT TO PICK UP THE PHONE. I have decided this is the way I will code all male callers in the future. Another former ex is "NOT HIM".

The one after J, which did not end well at all was even worse. Twenty years older than me, married 5 times, 4 children he knows of from different women who weren't his wives.

Not the person I want to take home to Queen B. Can you imagine the wrath?

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?

Got An Extra Tooth?

Why is it when you are away from your home base, your supplies and your dentist a tooth comes out?

I was minding my own business...flossing...and pop. A crown flies across the room and DOWN THE SINK.

I'm sorry, I just can't go after it. It's the germ thing.

Now I get to spend the rest of my week snaggled toothed. Great. Just Great.

THEY are skinny, tanned and probably have all their teeth intact.

So... no bald guy on this trip, unless I don't smile.

On a more serious note, most of you know the Queen and the Palace are headed to another country for a week of mission work.

Please keep them in your prayers as this is WAY out of our comfort zone.

I gave her to God thirty-something years ago and I know He will be with them every step of the way. However, I'm still a Mama and Mimi with the normal amount of concern for their safety and health. Okay, I'm terrified! God is working with me on this, too.

They leave the 20th for a week. Please lift them up.

Happy Birthday to The Queen!!

Thirty-five years ago I was a cocky know-it-all-about-everything twenty year old clueless woman about to experience THE EVENT of my lifetime...the birth of Queen B.

Life changing. Awesome. Powerful.

The transformation of Beachy Mimi was immediate. I had never felt such an intense emotion as the bond of love I had for her.

I have messed up alot as a mother. Alot. But, she is still the best thing I have ever done; my greatest accomplishment.

Actually, the credit all goes to God but I like to pat myself on the back sometimes!!
(you know...for those teenage years)

So here, January 10, 2009, my baby is 35 which makes me OLD. I love you, sweetheart.

You are my favorite person.