Southern Culture on the Skids “8 Piece Box”
In honor of Ted’s “fried chicken birthday” and because we’re going to see them Sunday night at Starr Hill. Now where is my trucker hat…
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Happy Birthday, Ted! Enjoy your 60 pieces of chicken, slim, you earned it. I wish we could be there! xxoo
Dire Straits: Romeo & Juliet (via i need a helmet, via AlchemyForever)
One of my favorite love songs, I just listened to it twice…
Three things that I love about my sister-in-law, Susan:
- Girl is enthusiastic. About everything. Perpetually high on life, if you will. I don’t think it’s possible to be in a bad mood around Susan and trust me; I’m an expert on melancholy.
- She puts the Marlboro man to shame. Bette Davis would love her.
- If you’re lucky enough to be invited to her house you never know what mischief you’ll get into but you can be pretty sure it will involve eating something delicious (Her husband is a grill master. Hi, Ted!! ), drinkin’ some beers and rocking out in her garage.
Susan and her friend Kelly had a golf lesson scheduled for that evening so I tagged along to watch. Most folks first question to their golf instructor probably runs along the lines of “Are these shoes appropriate? What type of clubs do I need?” Not my girl Susan. She and Kelly want to know if they can drink beer during their lesson. Next thing I know I have 6 Mich Ultras (the tall skinny cans that Kelly pronounced “will fit in the cup holder of a Civic”) stuffed in my purse and am being shamed by the golf pro into hitting a bucket of balls. For someone who has never held a golf club in her life I did pretty well. Imagine how unstoppable I might have been if I hadn’t been wearing flip flops and jeans.
The adventure didn’t end on the golf course. Two beers each weren’t enough so we stopped by the Tinee Giant on the way back to the house. Susan goes in to a case of Coors Light (I said she was fun, not that she had great taste in beer) while Kelly and I waited in the car. Moments after going in she’s back in the front seat. Beerless. Turns out the beer fridges are barren. Undeterred we hit up another convenience store down the road. Susan finds out from the clerk there that the Tinee lost its ABC license for selling booze to a 17 year old. Twice. This must be photographically documented. Back to Tinee Giant we go.
Kelly: “Whaaaaaa?!?”
You never know what will happen when you go to visit Susan. Love you, fav!
What all the nieces and nephews are getting for Easter next year…
credit: patricia waller
“ Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find Jesus on your own John Prine “Spanish Pipedream”
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find Jesus on your own John Prine “Spanish Pipedream”
UMMM…my yard smells like honeysuckle this morning. It maybe choking out all the vegetation behind our fence but it smells like springtime to me.
for i need a helmet's benefit
- My sister: i just added it to my list of blogs--right under dogg and helmet head
- Yoko: helmet head--lol
- Yoko: do you remember “i need a helmet”?
- My sister: yes! she dated jason and drove me home from c-ville once
- Yoko: when did she drive you home from c-ville?---i totaly don't remember that
- My sister: uuummm--
- My sister: i must have been in high school
- My sister: i dont remember what the occasion was
- Yoko: random---she sure did alot of driving ME home from c-ville, that is for sure!
- My sister: but her steering wheel would shake if we went over 65, and we tried to think of as many VA colleges as possilbe--weird what you remember
- Yoko: LOL LOL i remember sitting on 64 in traffic on the way back from thanksgiving break and her car totally overheated--and that you had to put your foot on the glove box to stop the dash from rattling
- My sister: LOL
- Yoko: good times
- My sister: good times
Her voice makes me want to smoke Marlboro Reds and drink whiskey in a dark, hot room…
Surgery on Fred, the stuffed, toy bunny
Prep ‘m, slice ‘m, save his life. You have 60 seconds.
