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Return [Jul. 7th, 2013|10:20 pm]
I know it has been a while! Facebook has had my attention for keeping up with folks. Had a good 4th weekend. Saw family & friends in Tennessee and Virginia. I intend to return to blogging again. Huzzah!
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Miss you mom... [Nov. 21st, 2011|10:46 pm]
[Current Mood |sadsad]
[Current Music |I believe in Angels - Abba]

It is time... It is now...10 years ago, my wonderful mother passed from this earth into heaven. It was the day before Thanksgiving, her favorite holiday because she LOVED to cook. I went to her grave at dusk today. I talked to her...knowing she isn't there to listen... Even all these years later, when I think of something to tell her, I still start to call. She was my best friend. Thanks mom, you taught me so much; gave yourself to your family and others so much. Miss you...Love you, always.
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On the road again [Nov. 6th, 2011|08:55 pm]
[Current Mood |accomplishedaccomplished]
[Current Music |East Bound and Down - Jerry Reed]

We checked out and headed East. We decided not to travel on I-40, but meander the back roads to Chattanooga, and then home to Atlanta. The adventure turned out well, because we saw beautiful scenery, as sign that said "Rockabilly Highway" (http://state.tn.us/sos/acts/105/pub/pc0733.pdf). Then we saw a sign "Buford Pusser Highway"! Yes, we went through "Walking Tall" country!(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buford_Pusser).

Next, we discovered Shiloh Battlefield! (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Shiloh) It was nice weather, so after visiting the museum, watching a video made in the 1950's about the battle, we walked around the Yankee cemetery. (The confederates were buried in mass graves throughout the park.) The Tennessee River flowed lazily past. There was also a Native-American burial mound, but we never could find good parking near it. Plus it was getting late in the day.

We were pretty messed up with the time change because now we were 2 hours back from the original time we were use to!

There were lots of large stone monuments in honor of the dead from Ohio, Illinois - all Northern states. But none for the Southern fighters, So, that is how you know who won the battle at a park - who gets the headstones and monuments!

Just up the road, we stopped and at the BEST bone-in catfish I ever had! The restaurant was the "Catfish Hotel". Folks were nice and even told us about a ghost that use to haunt the property. We sat by a picture window that overlooked the Tennessee River as the sun disappeared. http://www.catfishhotel.com/history.htm

We hit the road again, but we really needed to double back a bit and hit I-20 as the fastest route home. In Birmingham, I couldn't drive anymore, and Elvis got us home.

I absolutely had to work Monday, the next day. Since we were back earlier than my sister expected, they headed on home to Charlotte, N.C.

I enjoyed our vacation, but was glad to be back to home, hearth, and dad.
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Round about the town [Nov. 5th, 2011|03:33 pm]
[Current Mood |sleepysleepy]
[Current Music |Blues and more blues]

Saturday, slept in because of being up so late. Went to the Metal Museum and had a great conversation with the lady at reception about the college, etc. Saw another lady blacksmithing and the others in the shop welding and such. Wonderful sculptures around the grounds and two kitty cats stalking birds. There seemed to be an event that evening and a tent was erected and caterers arriving during our tour of the grounds. There was a gazebo that overlooked the Mississippi River. We left as a gang of people showed up for said unidentified event.

We then drove across the bridge into Arkansas (just to say we'd been) and saw an exit for West Memphis. Had to go there because of the West Memphis Three (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Memphis_Three). The town was eerily quiet - a depressed area.

Back into Tennessee, we stopped at O'Riley's to get a bulb for my car's tail light. It was funny because Elvis was in his kilt, and he got a lot of strange looks from the folks. Ha ha.

We went to Beale Street to eat. Appetizer at one place, walked around and dinner at another. Saw street performers, lots of blues playing. Of course, everyone had to ask if Elvis was Scottish. ha ha. Went in a gallery depicting photos from the Civil Rights era and talked with nice folks there. Went into a neat old 5 and dime type store called Schwabb's and talked to a cool guy there for a while.

Took one of the horse carriages that night, with a really nice driver and heard great Memphis history. She let us off at the bar Ernestine & Hazel's because we wanted to see the haunted juke box in action. Unfortunately, there was a wedding reception going on downstairs. We pushed through the crowed and went upstairs, sitting in the "red room", enjoying the decay and decadent history, while staring out the window at the street cars and people passing by.

With the crowd worsening and revelry increasing, we left for a quiet - albeit cold - walk back to Beale - while partaking in photographing hoping for orbs. We stopped by the Lorraine Motel, which is now a civil rights museum. There was a wreath on the balcony where Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot. It was late, and we were the only ones there. It was a quiet that makes one feel uneasy.

As the wind picked up, we decided to take the trolley back. It only costs a dollar per person, so we stayed on for the complete circuit, getting more history and touristy advice from the driver. Back at Beale, we decided to head back because the crowd was acting up - all drunk, etc. We did grab a pizza on the way back to the hostel.

Back at Pilgrim Place, we went to the shared kitchen/dining room to eat our pizza and met a cool guy from Australia who was (dare I say it) on walk-about in the U.S. He is a chef back home, and was really enjoying southern cuisine. We told him about Stone Soup across the street (which later said was wonderful). We talked to him for hours until I was just falling out. We are going to meet up with him when he gets to Atlanta in a couple of weeks.
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I went to Graceland! [Nov. 5th, 2011|04:21 am]
[Current Mood |exhaustedexhausted]
[Current Music |Memphis Blues - W.C. Handy]

At breakfast across the street from the hostel. It is called "Stone Soup" and I had a great veggie quiche! We then headed to Graceland! It was about 10 minutes away! Went on the tour of the house first. It is very small compared to mansions of today. It is an audiot tour, so everyone had on headphones. I call it "the silent tour". I'd turn off my headphones and listen to quiet. In the TV room, I tripped on the bar stools and it made so much noise. .I was laughing about it, but the other people seemed irritated instad. At the Meditation garden, we kept having to wait for people to leave so we could get the pictures we wanted, but that was a long wait. But that was OK. The audio tour said we could stay as long as we wanted. LOL

We went back to the hostel and I took a brief nap while Elvis looked up addresses and stuff for our evening jaunt. Got to Beale street and ate at the Blues Cafe, then went on the ghost tour. I really did enjoy it, but it was just too much walking with the guide not having really anything to say in the meantime. The last stop was the coolest because it was an old pharmacy converted to a bar with a haunted juke box, and the upstairs use to be a brothel. We rode a trolley back to Beale and headed to our neck of the woods to TheaterWorks and saw Freak Engine, and inprov group, for 2 hours. It was fun and funny!

Got back to the hostel. We are the oldest people staying here, yet we are the one's getting in the latest!
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(no subject) [Jul. 3rd, 2011|01:31 am]
I have so much to write....I just can't find the words...
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(no subject) [Jun. 7th, 2011|10:20 pm]
"Mom, your life was full of loving deeds,
Forever thoughtful of our needs,
Today and tomorrow, my whole life through,
I will always love and cherish you."
- In loving memory of my mom on the day of her birth, June 7th
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The Fortune Cookie [Jun. 4th, 2011|07:13 pm]
My brother-in-law stopped by on his way home to N.C. So glad he was willing to take care of my dad while Elvis went to class Wed night, and I could work late to get some stuff done. I had a lot of pending work, mostly because I was taking a 1/2 day vacation to meet with Dad's VA guy at the house on Thursday. I had to get all the documentation together, also. I finished my work work about 1 a.m. and stayed til 4 a.m. to finish my dad's stuff. I made a spreadsheet of all his bills, got his bank statements, etc.

I got home and cleaned out my car because Elvis said he'd need it to take dad to his 9:45 appointment Thursday. By now, I was seeing trails and seeing people that weren't there. Got a shower to wake up and went back to work at 7 a.m. to make a copy of Dad's Power of Attorney to give to the V.A. guy (I'd left it at home.)

Got to dad's at 7:30 a.m. The VA guy showed up. Dad was out of it, so at least the VA guy could see I needed help. I told the VA guy dad had a dr. appoint, and I did also at 11:00 a.m. (getting a CT scan for what I think is another kidney stone/left flank.) VA guy said he had to leave at 10:15 anyway cause he had to be in Macon for an appointment.

Visit went well, and we'll be getting much needed help! :) Got 2nd wind driving to McDonough. Got to Dr. and had to drink a cup of something lemon flavored. Told I had to drink a 2nd cup an hour later, then an hour after that I'd get the contrast and scan. I asked if I could come back, which I work 5 minutes away. They said yes. Went to work, did a lot of stuff, and back for the scan.

Kidney test OK, and CT could start. Contrast makes you get really hot, then you feel like you just peed yourself. As I'm lying there with my arms back, I had to focus on the spinning disk of the scanner to avoid a panic attack.

Went back to work and helped a lot of people. Got home and helped Elvis take care of dad. At 7:15 p.m. I finally went to sleep after 36 hours awake.

I was emptying my pockets getting ready for bed, and found a crushed fortune cookie. The fortune read "Today you will bring sunshine into people's lives." I cried.
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The Survey [May. 30th, 2011|07:58 pm]
[Current Mood |amusedamused]

When Elvis and I were in Daytona earlier this month, we were at the mall. Elvis got a free waterless massage for his birthday because the guy that owned it was there, and he had the same birthday. http://www.volusiamall.net/shop/volusia.nsf/StoresAlphaWeb/Dream+Health+Massage As we were about to leave, a lady with a British accent approached and asked if we'd like to participate in a couple surveys, and that we'd be paid. Elvis had done surveys before in the past at Southlake Mall, and got paid $25, so we thought, sure!

We went into little rooms in one of the mall stores and watched a preview for a 3D animated movie "The Adventures of Tin Tin" from Spielberg and Peter Jackson. I gave responded how I really felt, even questions about the blurb hitting the papers about the movie. Elvis responded with "I don't like this kind of animation" on ever question. LOL. He also gave a rant about the terrible movie Peter Jackson did once.

Next, we were given what was obviously a Snicker's candy bar. The lady said we didn't have to eat it all. But I was really hungry because our trip to go eat was interrupted by this survey thing. Answered tons of questions about it. Like, are there too many peanuts, just the right amount of peanuts, or not enough peanuts, etc. Then she brought another bar. Now I was getting a little sick because it was too much sugar. The next bar was awful. The peanuts were falling out after each bite, and there wasn't much caramel.

We were suppose to do a few more tests, but the lady said the mall was closed and we could come back the next day and finish. As if! We were spending the day at the beach, so NO. Then we get our checks. A whopping $2.00 for each survey. Together, Elvis and I made $8.00!

Elvis said we weren't going to cash them because it was too embarrassing, plus, it makes a good souvenir. Ha ha. We literally was paid in candy.

I'm not doing any more surveys.
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(no subject) [May. 30th, 2011|12:22 am]
Wow, time flies when stuff is going on! I haven't been on line much in the past year because we didn't have internet, and there were other things to do online the brief times I was on at Books-a-million, plus our neighbor didn't have a password on their wifi and we'd sneak on their sometimes. But now my dad is at the point we have to live with him, so we broke down and got internet there.

I practically forgot about LJ because I got hooked on Facebook. So much instant gratification with the "Like" button, instant comments and such. But the text restrictions reminded me that FB isn't to journal, chronicle, or reminisce. It to do a "drive by," say something and go. It is geared to the "busy" and only concerned with up to the minute updates. I'm sure if there could be a ticker-tape scroll bar at the bottom, even MORE unimportant minute data could be effortlessly spew forth.

Not there is anything wrong with a quick "my grandma's in the hospital" or some funny - albeit quick - story or observation. However, do I really need to know that someone is at IHOP or Denny's - at that moment. I'm sure if I wanted to burgle, that would be important information. But as such, I could care less. I'm still surprised someone doesn't say, "I'm going to take a piss." Well, I'm sure someone has at some time, with more horrific T.M.I.

I digress. Journaling is more prolific. But is there an audience, or is it just for me? If there is an audience, does it matter if I am read, or if I know that I am read? Sometimes there is instant gratification, but mostly nothing.

But why do I want to write where someone reads it? I do enjoy going back in time to my musings and anecdotes - especially with a failing memory.LOL Alas, only great writers are read or quoted once one passes. So, with that, I will never know if I'm a great writer.
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