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Happy Thanksgiving to all November 27, 2008

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       Its now a quarter to 5 and all that was to happen has indeed happened. My twin sister Lynn made the 90 minute drive down to our house on wednesday night.

     We hugged and said how nice it was to see each other. Milton was wagging his little nub of a tail upon seeing her pull up in her Miata instead of barking some lunatic of a jack russell that we know him to be.

    After she and he playing a bit, she, Maria and I all load up in my Ford Explorer to go out to dinner hoping to find someone open on the eve of thanksgiving. We end up at O’Charleys and enjoy a nice dinner.

    Afterwards we come back and sit and chit chat some and amuse one another talking over the latest happenings as well as old times past before turning in for the night after a long day of both work and travel as well.

     This morning I got up around 6:45 and put on the coffee and started making breakfast consisting of crescent rolls wrapped around some fried bacon and colby cheese strips then baked while I fried up some potato and onion home fries. We all sat around the table talking while enjoying both good food and company likewise.

   We talked about a lot and about missing those in our lives that are no longer here. I picked at Lynn about some of her past dates she had been on.

   Deep down I really missed my other siblings and their families that could not make it for one reason or another. Maybe next year will bring us all together once again.

    All morning we took our turns in the kitchen making the dishes we each planned on having for dinner. Maria made her famous Pecan pies and delicious no bake cookies on tuesday evening so she had the morning off, but helped us out just the same. Lynn was first up after breakfast with the turkey. Then I peeled the potatoes and got them off to boil. Lynn came in and started the greenbean casserole and I then went and added the butter, garlic, and sour creme to my potatoes and whipped them all up.

    We all went next door with our creations to Maria’s parents house and met with her brother Paul and had dinner. Ma had made a very nice ham, sweet potatoes, salad, brussel sprouts, and zimaropita (sort of greek cornbread quishe) and we all enjoyed a great dinner. Lynn also had prepared a red velvet cake that was on the dessert table as well.

   In between lunch and dessert, Paul and I sat in front of the tv with the detroit lions getting their lights knocked out by the tenessee titans. Paul and Lynn sat and looked at the sales ads while I napped like a full grizzly bear. I could hear them talking some but chose to stay semi comatose just picking up on the highlights of their conversation.

   We sat and ate dessert and afterwards it was time for Lynn to make her way back to Cary.

  Here I sit writing this post thinking over the previous 46 thanksgiving afternoons and what I have done on those occasions. Thank you to the good Lord above for all the beautiful occasions….


Some of this and a lot of that November 23, 2008

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      Lately a lot has been going on in this Ol’ Simple Man’s life.

   Where do I start? The latest I suppose… I’m still getting over a bout of stomach problems. I woke up friday morning with a tightness in my mid section. I tried eating something for breakfast and gave up seeing I was taking a turn for the worse. Funny the coffee made me feel okay so I had a few cups of that. While getting dressed for the “job from hell” (more on that in a bit) I made sure to wear my loosest slacks and no belt. They were so loose I was afraid at any moment they might fall off me.

    I went on into work and didn’t eat anything nor drink anything. I went to deposit my paycheck around 1ish and sat in line at the drive up teller for atleast 15 minutes. Funny thing with Wachovia Banks They’ll have 2 lanes open with only 1 teller working them. That just does not make sense to me. I got a call a while back from Wachovia during their “Customer Pride Week” and they had the nerve to ask me what I thought about their service…I told them straight up how I felt it was bad business to make a fellow spend 15 or more minutes of his lunch hour for them to do their job. By golly they came up with an excuse that they had an employee out on maternity leave and it would not happen again. I suppose thats whats happened at all the other branches I have frequented over the years as well.

   Anhow I got back and felt as if I had to go purge in the bathroom. Upon producing nothing but a dry heave I was down for the count. I had to leave as the pain was very severe. I believe all this is part of my gastric bypass operation I had back in 02. What happens is this.. I start to feel sickly and bloated around my belt line. After a while on the right side of my scar I see a bulge appear and know what the problem is right away. Solving it is not an easy task. What is happening is I have a large gas bubble building up in my stomach I need to go break wind, only problem is it won’t do it. Laugh if you must but I promise you I hope you never have this issue. It hurts so badly you cannot lay down. You get very bad chills and must sit in a chair and lean back some. I have found my desk chair here at the computer does good as long as I can prop my feet up on the coffee table next to it. I have spent a many a night in my old chair this is a new one I got for my birthday and it seems to be as comfortable as well.

    After 7 hours of this excruciating pain you pass out from the pain and awaken later to feel better. Although it is better, your stomach isn’t right for several days afterwards.

   Next up is this job I have taken as of recently. I interviewed with the owner a couple of months ago and man did he make it all seem so good. His favorite phrase was “you’ll be the big fish in the little pond here” Well so much for that.

   He was a very nice guy doing the hiring, working for him is a totally different story. He comes in and attacks you on the spot on a daily basis. The other day his wife had a baby, he had hoped for a little girl being he had 2 boys previously. Well she had a third little boy, he seemed to be bent about thefact he didn’t get a girl. I was appalled by his actions. To show you how he is, I told him that was a cute youngin in the pcture he proudly? put up on the counter. What was his response you wonder “yeah” he sort of said it in just a passing manner.  Sort of like “yeah right”

   Also they’re are 4 smokers working in this place of business. All of them feel its their worldly duty to light up at once (within a closed building mind you) and puff away. I’ll be the first to say I don’t have a problem with a person who smokes, but coming home smelling of a bingo palace I do have a problem. The book keeper there told them she hated the thought of the second hand smoke killing her, one of their responses was they did too, thats why they were enjoying the firsthand smoke.  With that it brings out another problem. I have hacked and hacked over and over dealing with the “bar room quality air at my job” to the point that now when I cough it hurst around my rib area. Apparantly I must have bruised my rib muscle area from coughing so much.

    The book keeper at work refers to our boss as the devil and I have to agree with her as he seems it and so does his smokey building I must try and earn a living in. I have an ace in my back pocket of still yet another job in the not so distant future, so in essence I have a knot at the end of the rope to hang onto.

    on another subject, I had an RCA 52″ big screen tv that I had since 2002. Let me go on record to say these days I believe that RCA stands for “Real Crappy Appliances” After moving to South Carolina this POS (piece of $hit) went on the blink the morning of opening day of Nascar season. I immediately drove to Georgetown to buy one so as not to miss atleast the last 50 laps of the race. Well as fate had it I bought an RCA 27 incher and came home with it. Well truth be it, It in turn broke before the 52 incher even got out of the “tv jailhouse” being repaired. My next thing was to go and buy a used JVC. A piece of advice..Dont waste money on used TVs at pawn shops. My 27″er was past the point of returning it to Walmart and the TV jailhouse said it was too new for parts to be made for it. I did what any other man in his right mind would do. I took it out to the back 40 and unloaded my 20 gauge pump on her. Every squeeze of the trigger felt so danged good.

    So..Okay you wonder where I’m headed with this story… well I got sick and danged tired of this tv (52′) making me manually get up and adjusting the volume or turning it on and off. Sometimes the vloume would just raise up and not go back down. I had enough..I did whatever any man in his right mind would do…I put her on Craigslist under the “free column” Only problem is I did it on a friday night (while still sick) at 8:58 pm. At 9:02pm the calls started coming in. I took the first call and it sounded like a nice woman that really wanted it. She offered to come right over in her Expedition. I explained tonight was not good for me as I was feeling under the weather and all and this tv was not going into her expedition unless I got my circular saw out to cut it up. I told her the next day I should be home around 4ish and if she had not found a truck yet I’d be glad to haul it free of charge being gas is all of $1.75 here in the ville. The whole time I was talking to her setting up the deal my cellphone was beeping away. I hung up with her and immediately turned my phone completely off so I could try and sleep. The next morning I woke up and signed online to find 18 emails from tv wanters and turned my phone on to have 14 voice mails. I’d of had more except my phone only holds 15 voice mails and one is being stored about a job I’m completeing in my side business.

   What I was about to hear on my phone would of made Adolph Hitler even come to tears. I heard all kinds of hardluck stories from Trailers that had half burned to the ground with you guess it the tv in that half. Others had stories of divorce with the spouse taking the tv but leaving the children. I also heard of people talking about how they were tired of watching their crappy 19 inch tvs and wanting to upgrade. One guy wanted me to take pictures of it so he could see if he was interested in it. Another wanted to come and see if he could fix it to decide then if he wanted to take it with him.

   The problem is once I cleared all those calls it filled back up again. All day my phone did nothing but ring. You’d a thought I was the local neighborhood crack dealer.

   So after laving the job from hell on saturday afternoon I came home to find my pickup with not only the stereo missing out of it but also someone had ramsacked my glove compartment Hope they liked all the Wendy’s napkins in it. They also left the door cracked enough to run down my battery. So with that I just had to jump start the battery. You know I’m not that upset with the stereo missing, its the going through my glove box that really chaps my booty. I mean that radio in my truck was right up there next to the 52″ tv in my book.

  I don’t know if anyone can tell, but I’m really trying to be a better boy living wise. Meaning trying not to cuss so much or drive over the speed limit and what not. Just keep in mind this, if you get a chance Look at Kenney Chessney’s video titled “Young” on Youtube.com and you’ll still see the playfull ol’ loveable Cowboy that is still “The Simple Man”

A quick thought November 11, 2008

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    Lately going into a grocery store is a lot like entering a foreign country, “enter at your own risk”. I mean they should seriously all have to fly the jolly roger flag outside as their all a bunch of pirates.

   I’m wondering when they’re going to offer a booth to pawn the title for your car as you enter so as to have enough to buy groceries.

   Tonight on my way home from work I went into my local Harris Teeter. First stop, the meat counter I asked the guy behind the counter for some pastromi, he reached for it and I saw what looked like the price tag of a brick of gold in front of it. Figuring it had to be misplaced I asked how much it was? He said $10.99, I asked “for the whole thing”? he laughed and said no, “The pound” I said That aint worth it.. His response was “it’s very good” I told him I could not bare to eat the stuff paying such an amount. I’d surely have to put it in the front window and display it to all passerbyers.

    My next stop was the frozen food section. A sarah lee cheese cake..8.99…Damn! A Mrs Paul’s Lemon Meringue Pie…$7.52 C’Mon….

   With the stock market tumbling because sales are down I can see why! I mean the reason prices skyrocketed in the first place was because fuel prices climbed so high. Now fuel is back down to a level we havent seen in a couple of years it’s high time we all did the same we did to the grocery stores as we did to the gas people. Stop buying so much at a time. Eat more left overs at home, if we have to buy anything, buy it from the local fruitstand or meat market. Sure they might be a slight bit higher, but yet once we do just that Mr Big Grocer will open their eyes to notice their sales are down and go out and hire some fance shmancy consulting firm to find out what happened. I heard on the news that we should not expect any relief from the grocery stores until someone (one of them) actually breaks their code and starts to lower prices. Then the rest of them will have to follow through and do the same. Thats a real crappy way to treat the american public I feel.

Loved ones long gone November 7, 2008

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  Before I start this I want to promise for it being so long in content, I just have a lot to say….

   Last monday after coming back from Cozumel Maria and I drove to the most southeastern part of Plant City to a small farming community known as Springhead.

   This is a part of town that home to many of my loved ones and friends. My first stop was to visit with my Mom and youngest brother Bobby. They’re located right next to one another. Mom’s place was nicely decorated with all kinds of little piggy banks as well as a holstein cow . She also has a solar powered cross that I left there a couple of years ago. Mom was the kind of mom that was very straight laced in public or around my dad, yet when she was with just us kids, she’d play top 40 music and let her hair down so to speak.

   I remember the day she took up residence in Springhead, April of 1998, we all gathered there to say our goodbyes to her earthly body. It was a cool day and there was a wind blowing in from the south. Standing at a fenced barnyard some 50 yards away was an audience of a goat, a duck and a couple of turkeys. All of these beings took turns making their respective noise. I remember the pastor of Mom’s church saying how peaceful it was and how “Sister Glenda” would enjoy having such sounds to make her feel at home being a country girl.

  Bobby’s place is decorated with a nice marble stone with a deer drinking from a stream being he was an avid hunter. The day he came to live in Springhead was in february of 1989. I remember there wasn’t a dry eye in the place. The Chapel was at the full cpacity mark with ages ranging from youngsters to people in their twilight years. Bobby was the kind of boy that never met a stranger. Many a time the victim of one of my jokes (see “going west”) and the lover of just good times and laughter. He was a good boy and worked 2 jobs one being a cement worker and one being a set up guy for a guy that owned several interstate exit fruit stands. His build was unlike mine being around 6ft tall, blonde hair and those “Irish blue eyes” most of us inherited from Mom’s side of the family. He was very muscular and strong as a bull at times not knowing his own strength. Thinking of him as a child he was very thin and agile, but after hitting his mid teen years that all changed after working in the cement business.

   I next went around and visited Mema and Granddaddy. They have matching places themselves. Sort of have to really look for theirs as Grandaddy never liked the tradtional marble headstone setting high. No he wanted a flat one small enough to make you look for it, yet large enough for all the traditional information. Mema gladly agreed on that idea.

     Grandaddy was something. He was a lot like the song “lessons learned” by Tracy Lawrence. ” Granddaddy was the man I loved, bought me my first ball and glove, even taught me how to drive his truck, circling that old town square, spoke of life with a slow southern drawl, I never heard him cause I knew it all, but I sure listened when I got the call, that he was no longer there”.

    Yes that is so true, He was the kind of guy that seemed to attract the “down on their luck people” at our church. What some would call “white trash” but not me. I saw how he treated them good doing all kinds of things. Granddaddy was a self employed water well driller. He would encounter whole families down and out. I can remember sometimes him reaching into his wallet and handing over money without a request for repayment. I can remember us taking groceries to some families. Sometimes he’d even find them a place to live. Some would come and work with him for earned money. I guess it all mattered on what the person thought they’d want to do for the help he so gratiously offered them. He also had his Irish temper just as yours truly has as well.

    One sunday morning at our church I was walking around towards the back of the church grounds where the bathrroms were located. There I saw Granddaddy and another gentleman from our church there with some fellow that had recently came to church there and had been acosting my then single mom. Granddaddy’s friend had the fellow pinned up against the wall and it appeared Grandaddy was about to give him a “what for”. The helper motioned for Granddaddy to turn my way and he asked me what I was doing. I said “going to the bathroom. He told me to hurry on around and head back around the other way. I remember hearing him telling the pinned fellow if he as much as looked wrongly at his daughter again he’d stomp his lights out.

    Granddaddy was always a strong willed man. In 1980 he started having issues with his kidneys and soon after retired and sold his business. Not long after that he was getting ready for church one sunday afternoon and putting his socks on. He rolled off the side of the bed and broke his hip. He never really recovered. One sunday I had called my Mema and in the middle of our conversation she said “little Glen, I sure wish you’d move in with us and help me with your granddaddy” I did just that. She explained he had some newly discovered sickness and showed me a brochure so I’d understand it. It was Alzheimer’s.

    Grandaddy slowly waisted away over the next few years. He went into the hospital for one of his many visits. I didn’t think it was that serious having been in and out of the hospital so may times. This time i was totally wrong. I took too long to get there only to meet my family coming out of the elevator telling me Grandaddy was gone. In the end he was calling out for “buddy and Sissy” his names for my twin sister and I when we were little ones. I still to this day am upset with myself for missing telling such a great person that I loved so much goodbye. I am also upset with myself that I wasn’t there at the time he was calling out for me to see him one last time.

    Mema, well what a saint she was… She could whip up a delicious meal in a matter of no time and talk bible with you over the dinner table. She was hell on wheels sometimes speeding along the highways enough I’d want to close my eyes so as not to see how fast we were going. She worked for Herman’s Sausage from the day the plant opened till the day it closed and went into the plant nursery business soon afterwards. She’d also help Grandaddy from time to time as well. I remember one time in particular she and Granddaddy were unloading a length of 4″ galvanized pipe off the side of the truck and it fell slicing the side of her leg open. we all jumped in the truck and drove quickly to the emergency room where they stitched her up and she was to wear a cast on that leg for several weeks to come. Mema was full blooded Seminole indian and at times seemed she could go out on a war path. Imagine how she and Grandaddy could be in an argument. She a full blooded indian and he a hot blooded irishman.

    Mema lived some 12 years after Grandaddy passed on she too getting Alzheimers.

    Next we visited Aunt Minnie, Uncle Paul, and their son Curtis. Aunt Minnie was something. I can’t say a lot about her as she left us when I was still young. I do remember going to visit them when they worked on a dairy not far from Springhead in another neighboring farming town named Medulla. There Uncle Paul was a dairy worker that milked cows. They also lived not far away from there living on a farm doing sharecropping.

  Curtis was their son and he was mentally retarded. Not that I’m saying that in a bad way as I don’t exactly know what his issues were. But he’d come visit and might even stay a day or two. He didn’t drive, he walked everywhere he went or hitchhiked if he could get a ride. I remember as a kid he came and stayed a day with us. My Dad had a pool table Mom had bought him from WT Grant’s department store. Curtis would take his shot and if the ball was moving in the right direction as the pocket but not going to make it, He’d put his head down and blow on the ball swearing it was totally legal. What happened to Curtis is beyond me as I was living in South Carolina when he moved into Springhead.

    Last in that spot but definately not least is my beloved Uncle Paul. Mema’s brother. We all have uncles that sometimes come for a visit and in some cases we may have to give up our bed for them to sleep in finding ourselves on the livingroom couch.

    UNcle Paul was the opposite. Having him visit was a treat to say the least. He’d come and if I were out woring in the garage on one of my many client’s cars, he’d come out and maybe we’d talk fishing or cars, before long the subject would turn to religion. He’d get all passionate speaking of the word and by golly I’d get right into a great conversation with him. He was definately a church going guy and loved to witness and before long you’d think you might of run up on Billy Graham or some other great evangelist.

   One sunday night Uncle Paul was in a small church service and was walking alter. Halfway there he just fell to the floor and passed on to be with the Lord. Talk about being at the right place at the right time.

   Next I went over across the yard to where Dennis, Timmy and Prelle Hooker reside.

    Dennis was my best friend in high school. We did all kinds of things together. Skip classes and work on our cars, go see “R” rated movies while his mom thought we were seeing Disney Movies. Whatever 2 young small town boys could do to have fun. Dennis was married to a floozie in my book. She was a tramp and a few other choice words I could think of.

    One night Dennis being all upset he supposedly took a 22 magnum pistol and stuck it in his mouth and pulled the trigger not once but twice. Seems hard to believe that story. I believe his wife had a lot to do with that one.

    Next to Dennis is Timmy. His younger brother Timmy was no where as even tempered as Dennis and had some issues with his woman in life. He did pull his own trigger over some problems with his temper and her.

    Prelle, their father was a good ol’ boy. He taught us self control meaning mind your “P’s and Q’s” around him. He was the kind of man that was a self employed mechanic and could crack open a Budweiser first thing in the morning and not let it phase him till the second or third 12 pack was gone.

    Both he and my parents shared something in common. He had full authority to take a board to my butt if I got out of line just as my parents had the authority to do so if Dennis got out of line as well.

   Needless to say we never pushed that envelope. Prelle left us in 2004 and I remember going to his viewing seeing him in a pair of new Levis and  black Dale Earnhardt Tshirt. He looked so natural.

   On each of their sites there was something different. Dennis’ had a headstone showing a person out on a boat fishing with several trinkets laying there. Under one of them is a quarter with a not saying ” if your ever lonely please call home. On Timmys it has a Semi truck and a couple of wrenches etched into the marble showing he was a diesel mechanic also one of his deteriating work boots is there with a bouquet of flowers in it. On Prelle’s it reads loving husband and father “at rest”

   Yes to some this could be a morbid visit, for me it was a walk down memory lane with loved ones I look so forward to joining someday soon and living a peaceful joy filled after life with.