Saturday, September 30, 2006

Blogger Bunko Bonanza!


Last night, I had the joy of meeting some of Nashville's finest blogger ladies!

Malia of Musings from Malicious and Jamie of BlondeMomBlog got together and organized "Blogger Bunko Night" at Mothership BBQ, home of the naked-Ken-doll-and-Burt-Reynolds Ladies Room (oh, and the food is fantastic, too).

Those who attended:
Aunt B. of Tiny Cat Pants
Bad Bad Ivy
Elizabeth of Harelipfrog and her mother-in-law
Jag/Jamie of I'm About to Be Brilliant
Kat Coble of Just Another Pretty Farce
Nicole of Sitting Still
Rachel of Women's Health News
Saraclark
Tiffany of The World According to TiffSniff

I think that's everybody! Again, it was nice to meet everybody, and Bunko is really fun! Now I know why my sister-in-law always went to Bunko nights at the Seminole Indian Reservation every week. Looking forward to the next get-together...

Friday, September 29, 2006

Say My Name, Baby...

The perfect ending to the week...

Titans on 2 with Jeff Fisher is always asking we viewers for questions for the coach, so after the Miami game Sunday, I posted a question on the WKRN Sports blog.

It matters not what the question was, only that it was used on the show tonight, and that as Jeff was answering the question, he looked into my eyes and said my name...

Sweet dreams for Ginger tonight...

Thursday, September 28, 2006

The Conversation of Two 6-year-olds & a Frustrated Mom...

The following conversation from the backseat on a recent Sunday afternoon...

Mom: "Shhhhh, the Titans game is on the radio."
Girl #1: "I love the Titans!"
Girl #2: "Go Titans!"
Girl #1: "I am a big Titans fan."
Girl #2: "I am the biggest Titans fan in the world."
Girl #1: "Well, I am the biggest Titans fan in the universe."
Girl #2: "Well, my daddy is going to take me to a game."
Girl #1: "Well, my mommy took me to a game. "
Girl #2: "Really? ooooohhh...What was it like?"
Girl #1: "Well, I was kind of bored, but I very much enjoyed the popcorn. Yeah, if there is popcorn and hot dogs, well, I enjoy that."
Girl #2: "Well, my daddy is going to take me to a game, and I'll bet he'll buy me popcorn, too."
Mom screaming, "No!!! Get him!!!!!! Arrrgh...we're gonna lose again!"
Girls #1 & #2: "You're hurting our ears!!!! Can we turn on "High School Musical" now?"

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Sweet, Sweet Sissy

This is my sweet Sissy-kitty. She adopted us when my daughter was a year old. My daughter couldn't say "kitty", but she could say "sissy" and the name stuck. I found out awhile later that Sissy actually had lived on the cul-de-sac around the corner, but evidently had enough of her "family" and took a hike. The original owner gave her the name of "Min-Min", and told me that Sissy has had many litters. She's probably about 10 years old. I see many cats around the neighborhood that I am pretty sure are her "kids". Indeed Sissy has been around the block so to speak.

She is the sweetest, most caring cat. She used to watch my daughter when she was a toddler as if she was concerned and protective of her. Now she is pretty much "look but don't touch if you're under 25" thanks to my daughter treating her like a rag doll through the years. Due to my allergies she lives on the front porch. I went to PetSmarts and bought her the smallest doggie igloo they had. Everyone in line laughed when I told them it was for my cat, but I knew she would love it...and she does. In the wintertime, she snuggles up to her blanket inside the igloo all warm and cozy.

The world has "dog people" and "cat people", but I don't have to worry about that. Like a trusted dog, Sissy knows her name, she will come when called for, and when she hears my car coming around the corner, she comes running. It is so great to know that she will be there when I get home, ready to roll on her back and let me rub her fluffy belly.

So today I am thankful for my sweet little Sissy-kitty...my other baby.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

A Personal Message from the Big Guy...


This is my friend Jodi's car. She was in the car when this happened. I love her sense of humor...who else would think to capture this sobering moment on a (de)motivation poster. hehehe. I'm so glad she's ok, and so glad she had this on her blog, because I was completely demotivated to post anything on my blog until seeing this. So, thanks Jod-wah, for the (de)inspiration. Love ya!

Monday, September 25, 2006

Bill Clinton/Chris Wallace Interview


Wow! Bill Clinton finally blows his top about the Bin Laden accusations. There are things about Bill that I absolutely do not support and then other things I like. However, it was nice to see this guy actually defend himself passionately instead of shrug his shoulders or make light of it. If you don't have time to watch the entire interview, scroll it over to 4:27 where the fun really begins!!!

Sunday, September 24, 2006

I'm a Double-Minded Girl Today

My two favorite teams are about to take the field.
Both are 0-2, so here goes nothing...

Update: Dolphins-13 Titans-10

Well, the Titans still are sucking, but the Dolphins won...so at least half of me is happy.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

It's a Man Thang...

I have a new crush. It is Hugh Laurie from the Fox TV show, "House". I don't know what it is about him...but I would say it is 1/4th his looks, and 3/4ths his attitude (on the show at least, and he sure acts it good!). As I have gotten older, the looks have become secondary to the attitude and how a guy carries himself. It is so true what they say about carrying yourself with confidence and it will outshine any "imperfections" a person has in their looks or whatever. As if we all do not have imperfections, but I digress. It's funny, but these days I find myself more attracted to the "average joe" than one with model good looks. Perhaps I have matured and been through enough of life to finally have learned what really counts. Either way, I'm all about Hughie right now, and I'd gladly hang my hat in his "House" any old day.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

A Song To Help You Through Your Workday...

Press "Play" and Enjoy!!!

(Lower your speaker volume if you play this at work--one minor naughty word, but it's repeated.)

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Mid Week Mania

4:37am--Wake up, look at clock, doze off.
5:31am--Wake up again, look at clock, doze off again
6:00am--Clock radio goes off, Al Voecks reads the news. Hit snooze. Doze off again.
6:09am--Clock radio goes of again, grab remote, turn on News2 morning show. Watch John & Heather for a second with Gerry House talking on radio at the same time. Finally get up.
6:11am--Go try to get daughter to open at least one eye.
6:12am--Blow a raspberry on her belly to try and get her to budge. She throws a hissy fit. Blow raspberry on belly again. She tries to hide her smile. I tell her I'm going to get a shower, and to get up.
6:13am--Turn on shower, turn on shower radio, jump in shower. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
6:25am--Delighted to see that daughter has gotten dressed and is ready to go.
6:26am--Get dressed. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
7:00am--Drop daughter off at school gym.
7:05am--Fight traffic on I-24.
7:50am--Arrive at work. Get coffee. Get Diet Coke.
8am through 4:30pm--Yadda, yadda, yadda. Blah, blah, blah.
4:30pm through 5:35pm--Fight traffic on I-24.
5:35pm--Pick up daughter from after school program.
5:45pm--Go to Wal-Mart.
6:50pm--Fight traffic on I-24. Takes 25 minutes to go 2 miles, due to overturned tractor trailer.
7:15pm--Arrive home. Get mail. Bills & credit card offers. Put melted frozen food in freezer.
7:25pm--Microwave Kids Cuisine for daughter's dinner. Eat a bowl of Sugan Smacks for dinner.
7:45pm--Play bath for daughter. Get on computer. Check e-mail. Check work e-mail. Check favorite blogs. Ponder Jeff Fisher's rant about Billy Volek today.
8:10pm--Dry daughter off. Comb tangles out of daughter's hair. Daughter angry at mother. Dry daughter's hair. Daughter reluctantly gets into pjs while Disney Channel playing in background.
8:25pm--Daughter should be in bed already, but Mom realizes daughter has reading and spelling homework. Turn off Disney Channel. Start mad rush to get homework completed.
8:55pm--Lay down with daughter and stuffed animals so she won't sleep in mom's bed. Turn on Fox17 news to bore her to sleep.
9:10pm--Reply to 4 work e-mails.
9:25pm--Start blogging to wind down. Ponder Jeff Fisher's rant about Billy Volek.
10pm--Switch to News2 at 10. Ponder Jeff Fisher's rant about Billy Volek, and Hugo Chavez' rant about President Bush. Laugh at Chavez calling Bush the devil and smell of sulfer in hell.
10:15pm--Start checking Nashville Is Talking. Notice Big Joe blogged about women liking football. Respond to Joe's blog. Realize I am addicted to blogs.
10:35pm--Watch Sex In The City.
10:46--I'm spent. Prepare to sleep so I can start this all over again tomorrow.

Arrrgh...I need some excitement in my life.

I Want One!!!

Remember folks, shop early and shop often!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Nothin' but a Heartache

If I keel over anytime in the near future, call my cardiologist. I have a "minor" heart condition called PAC's (Premature Atrial Contractions), where the upper portion of my heart (atria) fires its beat a split second too soon. You know that feeling of your heart jumping out of your chest? That's what this feels like times 10.

About ten years ago, I was diagnosed and put on meds for it. However, after my heart rate went dangerously low during a surgery in '05, I went off of the meds. Had not had a problem since then. Then yesterday, inexplicably, they have started up again! It is driving me crazy! I am sitting here typing, and every few beats are firing off too quickly for the ventricular chamber to keep up with! grrrrr! I have no idea what has caused this to start up again. Wait, yes I do...hmmmm...could it be a) the stress from going back to work and life returning to warp speed, b) upon my return to work, resuming my diet of Diet Coke, coffee, and more Diet Coke, or c) ticked off because the Titans are sucking out loud this year???? You be the armchair physician, but I'd put my money on a).

Monday, September 18, 2006

BulletinBulletinBulletin

Willie Nelson charged with misdemeanor marijuana possession! "When the door was opened and the trooper began to speak to the driver, he smelled the strong odor of marijuana."
Can you just picture the cloud of smoke wafting out the door like in Cheech & Chong's "Up In Smoke"???? lololol

Sunday, September 17, 2006

The Greatest Man I Ever Knew

September 17th. Today is always the day that I dread each year. It was 15 (!) years ago tonight that I got the phone call that none of ever want to get. My dad had just left home for a board meeting at the Speedway when--TWO BLOCKS FROM HOME--a car being driven by a drunk (and high, from what I've heard) driver, going upwards of 70 mph in a 35 zone swerved into Dad's oncoming lane and hit him head on. I asked if he was hurt, and Mom said, "No." but it wasn't a happy no. I immediately knew by the tone of her voice that I didn't want to ask the next question. I knew then that he didn't make it. My brother was devastated--he had walked to the accident to see what was going on, and saw my dad's driver's license in one of the officer's hand. The accident had happened just beyond eyeshot of my house, so my mother had no idea of what happened for a couple of hours. Then my brother came back and the officers came to her door.

For the next few hours I was in hysterics. My best friend came and made me walk around my apartment complex to try and calm me down. I was up here in Nashville, and had to figure out a way to get back down to Miami (where I'm from) to try and help with arrangements. Everyone was too tore up to even think. I had no money, so my choir director from church helped pay for my airline ticket. I cried the entire flight down and back up 2 weeks later.

My daddy was my life. I adored him with a love that only a daughter who was her Daddy's girl could understand. I thought I could never live without him. With God's strength and knowing Daddy is watching out for me, I have. Of course my life has never been the same. The jerk who killed him only served 15 months, and has been living his life ever since. Dad's life was cut short so he didn't get to walk me down the aisle, see his grandchildren, ever see his parents & family again, watch another race, laugh at a good joke with his friends, grow old...

Daddy was born in Butler, Kentucky. He helped to build the family house in DeMossville that I would know my entire childhood as "Grandmaw & Grandpaw's" and that still stands today. He graduated from high school in 1954, and served in the Army Reserves.

He and my mom moved to Miami in 1960, and that is where my brother & I were born and raised. My mom still lives in the same house they bought in the early '60s. My daddy always wore his sideburns longer like Elvis, and he still used "grease" in his hair 'till the day he died. He was a mechanic, then a Service Manager at the largest dealership in Miami, and then he started his own business. He had his own garage since the early '60s, and Donnie & Bobby Allison used to work on their cars there.
He LOVED racing. Stock cars, NASCAR, any car...he loved it. He was a Chevrolet man all the way, and he was an Earnhardt fan. He always owned race cars, and worked on them right along with the other guys.

Some of the things about Daddy that are my best and funniest memories...
1) His laugh.
2) His sideburns.
3) His worn out boxer shorts.
4) His love of Budweiser.
5) How all he had to do was look at me and I knew I'd better do what he said!
6) His garage dogs, Harley, Honda, and Shithead.
7) Riding his 3-wheelers across the street by the canal.
8) His fake binoculars to carry booze in to the Dolphins games.
9) Taking me to the Bee Gees concert in 1979 and watching as all of us teeny boppers went nuts, then dragging him to the premier of Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band (poor guy!)
10) Singing to the tune of Old Rugged Cross: "On a hill far away, stood an old Chevrolet, all covered with rust and decay."
11) Reading the paper in his easy chair and falling asleep while still holding the paper in front of him.
12) Eating a half gallon (yes, the entire box) of ice cream. He liked Rum Raisin from Farm Store.
13) Taking us on a trip around all of the Florida tourist attractions. Disney World...
14) Taking me to college.
15) Buying me my first car...the white 1976 Camaro.
16) Cookouts at Crandon Park Beach.
17) Cookouts in our backyard brick barbecue pit.
18) Smoky, the black Chow
19) Going to his 30 year class reunion and wondering who all the old people were when he got there.
20) Dragging him to Olan Mills after my college graduation for the only family picture we ever had taken.
21) Al's Auto Service. The apartment behind the garage. The railroad tracks behind the garage.
22) His friends, Uncle Dee, Tommy, Buddy Ryan, Billy Barnwell, Charlie...
23) His auto parts calendars. (Mechanics will know what I'm talking about.)
24) Taking me to the airport to go back to school/Nashville.
25) Kissing me bye at the airport.
26) Going out to eat every Friday night, without fail.
27) Pro wrestling at the Miami Beach Convention Center.
28) Bowling leagues.
29) Daytona in the infield.
30) His voice. His face. His hugs.

Wow. I can't believe what I am sitting here remembering. How fun! I'll have to journal more of these later.

What remembering all of these things shows me is that even though today is a sad day on one level, on another level it has made me smile to remember the good memories of my daddy. What a man he was. I miss him, but I am so, so, so thankful to have known him and to have had him as my daddy. He was the best daddy in the world.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Spinach Bulletin!

Can't eat bagged spinach due to possible contamination of e coli.
This is proof to me that the beer and chocolate are the better choice!

The 40 at Fesslers Blues...

So this morning, I went 65 mph from OHB southeast of town all the way to the 440 split. Then, suddenly, without warning, everything came to a screeching halt right before the curve onto 40. It took me less than 15 minutes to get from La Vergne to 440 (11 miles), and 25 minutes to get from the the I-24/I-40 split to Church Street (5 miles).

For my out of town friends, Nashville has 3 major interstate thoroughfares that converge into 2 lanes downtown.

Two questions: 1) who was the genius who planned this? 2) who is the genius who is going to step up to fix it?

Thank you, and have a nice day.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

I-40/I-24 Rant

Stop the insanity!!!!
If something isn't done about the inner loop in this town, I'm going to end up blowing a gasket...literally! Today was one of those days when everywhere I turned, I ran into a parking lot of cars trying to get to the same place I was. It all started on Church Street, where everyone who works in the West End area of town thought they'd make a shortcut if they swung over to Church to avoid the jam on West End Avenue. So, I, thinking I was gonna get ahead, decided to swing over to Hayes Street to try and avoid all of the traffic sitting and waiting to get on the I-40 inner loop. No dice. So then I got back on Church Street, sat through 2 red lights at one intersection trying to get on the interstate. Then I decided to try and go through downtown, get on 4th, and hit Lafayette. The traffic was actually thin through there, so I thought maybe I was on to something. I wasn't. By the time Lafayette turned into Murfreesboro Road by Fessler's, it too became a parking lot. I decided to crank the radio and sing to try and vent out some of my frustration. Stop & go, stop & go until I FINALLY got to I-24. From then on, I at least consistently went 35 mph to Harding, and then, thank God & Greyhound, it sped up to 60.

Total drive time: 1:17
Total miles driven: 16

There is NO WAY to get to the east side of town from the downtown/West End area during the afternoon rush hour without developing an ulcer.

Tomorrow, I pontificate about the inbound woes of the morning drivetime.

Thank you and have a nice day.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Back to the Grindstone...

It's hump day for my first week back to work! So far, so good. On Monday, I felt fine until about noon. It is amazing how much walking a person does, even if they have a "desk job". Of course, there is a hugh difference between walking through your house and walking through a large work campus (unless you're Oprah). So, by the end of the day I was taking a pain pill and on my back. Yesterday was rough in a LARGE way, but I made it through without leaving early. Yay for Ginger! Today, I feel much, much better.

Overall, going back to work has been a very good thing. There is only so much blogging, e-mailing, laundry--and don't even get me started on daytime television--that a person can do before losing one's mind. I truly enjoyed being able to spend a few more hours per day with my daughter. It is a time I will always treasure. However, I thrive on being around lots of people and being productive. I truly enjoy the overall atmosphere of where I work, and most of the folks there are wonderful people. Why, I even got to be around some Titans today...and may I say that the view was nice! hehehe

So, I'd say this has been a good week so far. Just two more days 'till I've bagged week one!

Oh no I di'in!

Southeast Conference Humor
(1) What does the average Alabama player get on his SATs? .........Drool.
(2) What do you get when you put 32 Arkansas cheerleaders in one room? .........A full set of teeth.
(3) How do you get a South Carolina cheerleader into your dorm room? .........Grease her hips and push.
(4) How do you get a Georgia graduate off your porch? .........Pay him for the pizza.
(5) How do you know if a Mississippi State football player has a girlfriend? ........There is tobacco spit on both sides of his pickup.
(6) Why is the Kentucky football team like a possum? .........Because they play dead at home and get killed on the road.
(7) What are the longest three years of an Auburn football player's life? .........His freshman year.
(8) How many Georgia freshmen does it take to change a light bulb? .........None. That's a sophomore course.
(9) Where was O. J. headed in the white Bronco? ........ Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He knew that the police would never look at LSU for a Heisman Trophy winner.
AND FINALLY (drum roll and cymbal crash.....)
(10) Why did Tennessee choose orange as their team color? .........You can wear it to the game on Saturday, hunting on Sunday, and picking up trash along the highways the rest of the week.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

One last comment on 9/11

David Letterman after 9/11

Please indulge me for one more tribute to 9/11. This was one of the most moving speeches I have ever heard in my life. Seeing Dave this shaken once again hit home the magnitude of what our country had been though. I will never forget this night. I still get chills watching this.

Monday, September 11, 2006

World Trade Center

Picture was taken by Jodi in 1995...

9/11: A Tribute to Wade Brian Green

As part of the 2996 Bloggers Tribute to the Victims of 9/11, I dedicate this post to the memory of Wade Brian Green, 42, of Westbury, NY.
Wade left behind his wife, Roxanne, and daughter, Danielle. His parents are Thomas & Wilhelmina Green, and brothers & sister are Anthony, Barry, and Alicia.
Wade was an employee of Thomson Financial Services. He didn't work in the World Trade Center. He was there that day setting up computers for a conference at Windows on the World.
Wade's nickname was the "Gentle Giant". In reading about him, one consistent thread running through the comments of those who knew him was his contagious smile and his kind spirit from the time he was a boy.
In a New York Times article, Wade's mother, Wilhelmina, said he "was a mischievous rascal until his sister, Alicia, was born. One night he stayed up with me when I was feeding the baby and he said, `Mommy, did you have to do that with me, too?"' She said, "When Wade realized how much care an infant required, he decided he would be my helper."
A kindness that he had all the days of his life.
He would always greet his neighbors when he was out tending to his yard. One winter, he shoveled snow from the driveway of a pregnant neighbor. Friends and classmates of the Oyster Bay High School Class of 1976 said he would do do anything for you. Some of the wonderful memories they have of Wade are his animals, particularly his ducks, farming, his dune buggy, riding his motorcycle around the neighborhood, his pool, shoveling snow, measuring his hair loss (funny!), playing baseball at the Allegretti's, playing tuba in the OBHS band, late nights and good old fashion fun.
But most of all his kindness, sense of humor, laughter, and smile.
He told his neighbor about how much he enjoyed reading bedtime stories to his Danielle, and that she was the biggest part of his life. Danielle, you can take great comfort in knowing how much your daddy loved you. He will always be with you in your heart. He would want you to grow in beauty not only physically, but intellectually and spiritually. That will be your greatest tribute. Be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might, dear child.
I never met Wade Brian Green. Yet today, he is my hero.
God bless you.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

What were you doing on that day?

On the morning of 9/11/01, I will never forget the radio alarm going off, and the dj saying, "Folks, you need to turn on your tv right now and see what is happening at the World Trade Center in NY." As soon as I turned the tv on, the second plane hit. I woke my husband up and made him sit up and see what was going on. It was obviously an attack. I decided to get my toddler dressed and ready to go to Mothers Day Out at church, just thinking that it was probably something that they might be able to eventually get control of. I thought it didn't affect me, so life would go on. By the time we left for the church, all radio stations had stopped regular programming and were broadcasting from their sister network newsfeeds (CNN, etc.) . As we were driving, word that the Pentagon had been bombed hit the news. At that point, I was like, "ok, we are at war!". Our drive was along the landing path for Nashville International Airport. It was an eery feeling watching jets landing 2 by 2 about 1 minute apart. On the radio, it was announced that we were closing down US airspace, and that was why I was seeing this strangeness in the sky. By the time we got to church, people were sitting in the sanctury, a minister was playing at the piano, and it was clear that were in a major national crisis. Then somebody who had a tv on said there were rumors of a bombing at the state department, the crash in Pennsylvania, and basically that all hell had broken loose on our country. At that point, I decided that I wasn't leaving Amanda anywhere. We were coming back home so she could be safe with me. Not at a very large and prominent church that could possibly become a target.

By the time we got home, one of the towers had fallen. I sat there in disbelief at what I was seeing. Then, I will never forget Peter Jennings asking one of his colleagues if what he was seeing was real...that the second building was falling, too. At first it was thought that up to 50,000 may have died in those buildings; thankfully, it was significantly less, but their value and who they were was no less important. I won't forget the scrolling at the bottom of the screen of what high rise buildings in Nashville were being evaucated. Wow, that was hitting so close to home. The closing of high rise buildings in cities all over the country was sobering. How many more were out there that could possibly do this?

I will never forget being glued to the tv the rest of that day, night, and the next day. Finding out about the Pentegon, learning of what happened on Flight 93. The search for survivors, and then finally resigning to the fact that anything now would be recovery of bodies...if bodies still existed. The makeshift boards on which family members & friends posted missing persons flyers on the slim chance that their loved one had possibly survived and made it to a hospital somehow or were even roaming the streets with amnesia.

Since then, I have heard many reports about how to tell your kids about what happened. I knew that my 6 year old was ready to hear it, so I first bought her the 9/11 Graphic Novel (comic), and explained as best I could without scaring her of what happened that day. I guess it helped her to understand that there are people out there who would kill innocent people and their own selves because of the very things America stands for. I don't believe in sugar coating the truth with Amanda. She needs to know the reality of life so she will be prepared for this very different world than the world her parents and grandparents grew up in.

With every anniversary that has passed, and every war report seen on a daily basis, I just pray to God that the mission of stopping the group of bastards who planned the attacks will come to a quick end, and those who did this will be brought to justice.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Are you ready for some football????

Season Opener tonight:
Miami Dolphins vs. the yellowpants
Update: I wasn't impressed with NBC's opening with Pink. I miss Hank Jr.'s, which, incidentally, was a Deaton Flanigan production (yay Nashville!)
Update: We were ROBBED!!!! Once we were robbed by the horrible call for a touchdown by the yellowpants in the 4th Q...the game went down hill!
!#%^*@(&)(*_

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

My beloved Storm

Is it possible to be emotionally attached to a car? This is my beloved '90 Geo Storm. It is usually parked in my yard because I have moved on to a larger, supposedly "safer" vehicle, but I can't bring myself to part with it. Nothing will ever replace the Storm. You see, this is the last thing my daddy ever helped me buy. My dad was killed by a drunk driver in Miami back in 1991. I was Daddy's Girl. He gave me the downpayment money to get a replacement for my '76 Camaro that was on its last leg. Daddy's career and life was all about cars. Stock car racing was his passion. He owned a racing team from the '60s until the day he died, and also was on the Board of Directors at Hialeah Speedway for years. It was in his blood. My dad could look at any car and tell you what year, make, and model it was. Do you remember the Johnny Cash song, "One Piece At A Time"? Well, my daddy built a Chevrolet Caprice for my mom where the front end was an '82 and the back an '83...a one of a kind! He could do anything with a car.

Me and my brother inherited the passion. Brother raced and is a mechanic, and I became a fan. Today, I took my Storm and got the tags renewed after a couple of years it sitting in my yard. I loved driving it again. It has almost 200,000 miles and still runs like a charm. I think I will drive it for the month of September to honor the memory of my dad. He died on September 17th, and this will be the 15th anniversary (unbelievable).

So, for me, I am attached. I am emotional about a car. It will always be special to me, because this car is symbolic of my dad and his love for Daddy's Girl.

Monday, September 04, 2006

This is sad!

When I first saw this posted on NIT, I thought it was a joke.
Steve Irwin, the "Crocodile Hunter", has been killed by a stingray off the coast of Australia. I always thought that he took too many risks, especially in light of him having 2 young children at home. He was fun to watch, and it was refreshing to see somebody so enthusiastic about their job. I hope his wife & kids will make it through this horrible time ok.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

What a rendition...

I have just witnessed the funniest rendition of "Islands In The Stream" (written by my beloved Bee Gees). On Jeff Foxworthy's Big Night Out on CMT, Kenny Rogers was the guest. Jeff asked Kenny if he could sing with him as a gift to his mother. Wow. I'll never think of that song quite the same again. Click here to view the video, and select Act 5.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

CNN's Kyra Phillips on Letterman


CNN's Kyra Phillips has taken a lot of flack for taking a restroom break during President Bush's speech...and leaving her mic on! She is a good sport for appearing on David Letterman's Top 10 List. Good for her. Pretty funny!

Bloggers' Tribute to 9/11 Victims

Somebody came up with a wonderful idea. If we so choose, and I do, we bloggers will be assigned to 1 victim to pay tribute to on our blog. You can go to this site: 2,996 :A Tribute to the Victims of 9/11 if you would like to participate.

35-21...Exhale!

Whew! The Titans finally showed some spunk in yesterday's pre-season victory over the Green Bay Packers. It seemed like they finally got a groove going, even though Coach Jeff Fisher still has a lot of work to do this week to prepare for the season opener against the Jets next Sunday (including the much dreaded cuts happening today).
I think we fans were finally able to exhale. I am so glad the Titans were able to have at least one victory in the pre-season under their belt, and that was the boost of confidence they needed. Now it's time to build on what they accomplished yesterday, and that was finally playing like a TEAM.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Happy 60th Birthday, Luv

Today, 60 is sexy! Barry Gibb, my lifetime crush, has hit this milestone, and he looks better than ever in my eyes.

My crush began when I was 10 years old. It has lasted almost 30 years. In 1998, after meeting just about every celebrity I ever wanted to meet in my life, I FINALLY got to meet Barry in Miami. It was the only meeting that really ever mattered to me when it came to famous people. I will never forget his hug, and how he called me "Luv"...and I melted into a puddle on the ground. Swoon!

At the Tornado Relief Benefit in Hendersonville on the First of May, I was lucky enough to get right up front. When Barry came out, the crowd went absolutely haywire! Well, so did I...my little girl has never seen her mommy act like a crazed teenager until that night. I was screaming "I love you, Barry!" just like all the other middle aged women there reliving their youth. Of course, my daughter looked at me like I had lost my mind. For a few wonderful minutes, I had. It was an exhilarating.

So now my luv, there's "only words, and words are all I have"...to say you still make my heart skip a beat. I wish you a Happy Birthday. May you have many, many more healthy, happy years.