Along side a road not far from my aunt's house in North Carolina is the most hillbilly-looking 'home' I've ever seen. I've never seen so much crap in one spot. There's a small house (or is it a trailer?), an ugly rotting barn, two or three rusty old pickup trucks, and every single piece of rusty junk you can imagine.
The first time my aunt and uncle took us by to see it, the guy who lived there was sitting in the front yard (if you can call it a "yard") in a moldy recliner, with a fire next to him inside a little iron stove, and a TV on in front of him. He looked... not nice. We didn't slow down too much, just to get a glimpse and continue on our way; I'm sure there's one or two shotguns in that yard somewhere...
We drove by again a couple days later; thankfully the guy was nowhere in sight, so we were able to snap a few photos. Pictures don't even begin to do it justice. They just can't capture the magnitude of so much stuff surrounding this home. It truly was a sight to behold... I wish we could have gotten closer, but Lord knows who or what was lurking nearby, so we didn't really want to leave the safety of the car...
Let it be known that I am a proud redneck, but I am NOT a hillbilly. The two are not to be confused, and I think only true Southerners understand the difference. Rednecks are the likes of Jeff Foxworthy, with a "glorious absence of sofistication". Hillbillies are just plain scary! Driving by this home, I could just hear the Dueling Banjos of Deliverance playing in my head...
My baby cat, Whiskers, or "Kitten", isn't doing well. She'd been weezing for a few months, but everybody told us it was a hairball (I knew it wasn't). We finally took her to the vet and she has heart disease. They kept her overnight in an oxygen tank and put her on heart medications, but the meds make her lethargic, and she's barely eating anything.
Her heart was enlarged, and shrunk back down to about normal size once the medication kicked in, but now they're concerned about a cloudy area on her lung right behind her heart. They at first thought it might be left over from the bronchitis she had (which was from her heart condition), but they sent the x-rays to a radiologist just to be safe, and he's concerned that it might be a tumor. She had a small, cancerous tumor on her shoulder a couple years ago. They removed it and got a good margain, but I guess now it's coming back in her lung (it could possibly have spread from elsewhere).
The vet told me he can give her a type of Cortisone shot that could put the cancer in remission for a couple months, with minimal side effects, but I'm not sure we want to unneededly prolong her life when she's not doing well and her days are very numbered anyway. I hate to see her like this and know she's suffering. I'm not sure she's in pain, but her breathing is still a bit labored and she's almost totally void of energy.
She's only 9 years old, which makes this even more difficult. We'll be making a decision today or tomorrow... Dad will be talking to the vet again when he gets home from work. More than likely, we'll have to do it. I knew this would come eventually, but I hate that it's so soon. I was an emotional wreck on the weekend, but at least right now I'm better prepared for it.
There'll never be another like her. Even people who don't like cats love her.
No... not just a new post. A new blog. On Nat's encouragement, I've created a new blog simply for my numerous CROTCH graphics. Before you think I'm perverted, just read the first post... It'll explain everything, I promise!!
Click here for Dr. Crotch's Totally Crotchtastic Crotch Graphics!
Today (July 20th) would have been Mom and Dad's 31st anniversary. I'm not quite sure how I feel or what to say about it, but I feel the need to acknowledge it here.
Dad's fine - he was a bit bummed out last year, since it would have been their 30th, but this year he's all right. He's working today, so that will keep him busy and his mind occupied. In the past few months, I've come to realize that he's moved on. I know he misses Mom very much and thinks about her constantly, but the pain is going away and you can tell he can talk more openly about her now. Well, he always did, but he can now do so without becoming tinged with sadness.
Another tell-tale sign is that when he talks to his buddies on the phone, all they talk about is their woman problems. It's actually quite amusing! He's met a few women he's taken interest in, but they've either strung him along and kept their foot in the door (like my friend S. - but Dad has officially decided to no longer pursue her) or they've turned out to be complete battle-axes once he got to know them.
Anyway, I'm not sure if we're doing anything special... I'm going to mention having dinner at Cracker Barrel tonight, but only if he feels like driving that far when he gets home from work.
Mom always made this certain kind of candy for the holidays out of Saltine crackers and chocolate chips. It was mine and Dad's favorite, but she never wrote the recipe down, so when she passed away I regretted never having learned it from her and thought we'd never be able have it again.
Well there was a woman Dad became involved with a couple years ago (more than friends but not girlfriend/boyfriend... long story), and it was near the holidays so we were talking about cookies and such, when Dad started talking about this candy that we loved. She said it sounded like one that she had always made, so she described it to us, and lo and behold it was the same recipe!
We're no longer in contact with this woman because she was an extremely bitter person who caused us a lot of grief, but we still pray for her, and I'm thankful we met her so that we could get Mom's recipe. I know that sounds shallow, but it really means a lot to us.
2 sticks of Saltine crackers 1 stick of whole salted butter 1 cup of brown sugar 1 package of chocolate chips Walnuts and/or pecans (optional)
Bring 1 stick of butter and 1 cup of brown sugar to a slow boil, stirring constantly (it will burn easily so stir until smooth). Have your Saltines laid out on a cookie sheet, lined with tin-foil, that has been sprayed with cooking butter, each cracker should touch the other one. Fill the whole cookie sheet. Pour brown sugar mixture over the entire sheet of crackers and smooth mixture over so they are all covered. Cover with chocolate chips and bake at 350° for 4 minutes or until all the chips are melted. If they're still lumpy you can smooth them out with the back of a spatula or spoon. Take out of the oven and sprinkle with finely chopped nuts of your choice (optional) and put in the freezer until cool, then break apart. Keep in refrigerator or freezer.
This photograph has been hanging on the wall in our hallway for probably my entire life. It's of my parents' 4th grade classroom, not sure what year it was, but I know it was in the early '60s. Mom and Dad didn't exactly know each other, they were just in the same class.
Click here for the same picture, but with Mom and Dad highlighted.
Dad was quite a hellraiser as a kid...building underground forts, making Molotov cocktails out of big glass milk jugs, setting fire to fields, and basically just...destroying stuff.
My grandmother always warned Mom to stay away from "those boys". Mom and Dad later met at a Bible study in their late teens and started dating each other. Mom came home one day and said to Grandma, "You remember those boys that you told me to stay away from who used to set fields on fire? Well... I'm dating one of them." She also said, "That's the man I'm going to marry."
Well she was right; they married two years later in 1974, both at the age of 21, and were married for 28, perfect, years.
I made this wallpaper a couple nights ago - it's of Wes Studi, a Cherokee actor who I swear is in just about every film reguarding Native Americans. And I ain't complaining, I think he's awesome!! You might remember him as 'Magua' in The Last of the Mohicans, 'The Toughest Pawnee' in Dances With Wolves, and more recently as 'Black Kettle' in TNT's new miniseries, Into The West.
I've just calculated that I've been in love with Rickey Medlocke since exactly February 5th, 2005. You see, the Super Bowl was on the 6th, and the night before, Lynyrd Skynyrd did a live Super Bowl Saturday Night Special performance on CMT (also with Charlie Daniels, Three Doors Down, Jo Dee Messina, and Donnie Van Zant as guest performers).
Anyway, it was really the first time I'd seen the current band, 'live', and at first I thought, "This guy is totally nuts...", then after he did this awesome twirl/spin whilst playing the guitar I thought, "Okay, so this guy is pretty cool."
THEN, they took little breaks in the concert part and showed some footage they'd shot earlier in a mall or something in Jacksonville, where the bandmembers were just going around asking people random questions about the Super Bowl and Skynyrd. Then I heard Rickey's deep, husky, Southern DRAWWWL, and I thought, "I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS GUY."
If it wasn't his warm smile, craziness, and awesome drawl that won me over, it was his guitar playing. He plays the best Freebird since Allen Collins himself! Plus he's a kickarse showman and a lot of fun to watch. And he's at least half Blackfoot Indian. I could go on and on here...
Rickey was born and raised in Jacksonville, Florida, and grew up with the original Skynyrd boys. He played drums with Skynyrd for about a year in the early '70s, but left again to front his band Blackfoot. Blackfoot did very well, sold millions of albums, and put out some of the best-known Southern rock anthems ever (namely Highway Song and Train, Train). They disbanded in the '90s, and Rickey soon re-joined Lynyrd Skynyrd, this time as one of their three lead guitarists. Blackfoot has since reformed, but Rickey has remained with Skynyrd and hopefully has no plans of leaving any time soon.
There's a preacher named Charles Stanley that's on some of the Biblical channels sometimes - Mom LOVED him. He has a pleasant Southern accent, a warm smile, he's a good speaker (and teacher), and he reminded her of some of her relatives. While Mama was sick, she bought a few of his books, including one called Charles Stanley's Handbook for Christian Living: Biblical Answers to Life's Tough Questions - his writings really comforted her and helped her through things.
Well she had this particular book sitting on the bathroom counter and... I couldn't stand it. Not the book itself, I mean fine, but... it was the picture on the book. He was ....staring at me. With this smug look on his face. And it made it very difficult for me to properly relieve myself. So I kept turning it over so I couldn't see him (or rather, so he couldn't see me). After a couple days of this, Mom yelled to nobody in particular, "Who keeps turning my book over???" I didn't say anything at first, but later I finally just gave her the whole rundown. She listened with an amused expression, then started giggling and said "...okay." (she had known how hard it was for me to even get dressed in front of my Saving Private Ryan poster at first). But anyway.
I later heard her start laughing and run out of the bathroom, but I thought nothing of it because Dad was home and I figured they'd been talking. I go in the bathroom to take a shower about half an hour later, and there's Mr. Stanley sitting there, staring at me again, with a Post-It note stuck under his chin and Mom's handwriting on it:
I've been obsessed with the game Yahtzee for quite some time now. I play it with Dad just about every night (I find it important to mention that I've been kicking some serious arse lately), and even started playing it online. Well I'm totally stoked now because I found it available for DOWNLOAD!!!
I've always got Solitaire open when I'm on the computer - I'm forever just unconsiously picking away at a game while a page is loading or I'm attaching something to an email or uploading files to a website, etc. But now, I think Yahtzee's the one that's gonna be constantly open, I'm addicted to it. I think I've already played about 20 games this morning.
In an attempt make this post more interesting, here's a pretty picture.
Oh and, a quote from Hot Shots: "You have the whitest white-part-of-the-eyes I've ever seen. Do you floss?"