It's raining tonight and I have a little heartache.
I'm sitting on on my covered front porch. It's thundering and booming and lightening and the rain is pouring down like a cow peeing on a flat rock.
I love that.
I go inside and beg Big. "Come outside and sit and help me watch it storm!"
"Ah, Ma. I just now got on the college website. Besides I can hear it out my window. It's awesome, huh?"
"Yeah! (Gulp) Great!"
Little is watching TV, but he meanders out for a minute to comment.
"Whoa. It is really coming down."
He retreats back in just like that.
I continue my vigil. The rain occasionally blows up in my face which only adds to my pleasure. I look longingly next door.
I haven't seen Chase in a week or two- the little shit. He's working double shifts, courtin' a girl, and getting ready for college in the fall. He hasn't time to spend with his own Momma. Why would I think he'd have time for me?
Even though the clamor outside is deafening, I'm surrounded by a melancholy silence.
Now, those of you who have spent anytime at all with me over the past few years, know that I never took the awesome noise in my house for granted. I loved and cherished every bang of Rock Band and every throaty laugh at 2:00 in the morning.
I still do. They just get fewer and farther between.
I won't mourn this change in my life for long for I know a new and exciting one will come along. There will always be noise coming from my boys.
...in one way or another.
I'm just reflectin', I reckon.
I would say I'd keep you posted, but I haven't bothered to post in so long I'm not sure you can trust me.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
It's raining tonight and I have a little heartache.
Monday, June 15, 2009
I wore a dress to work today.
I know in this day and age it is in poor taste to go outside your home unclothed. I daresay it's even illegal. But I don't wear dresses anymore. Somehow down the line my work uniform became slacks and a blouse.
I continued, however, to rock the shoes.
I helped a girlfriend shop for a dress this weekend. She has a reunion coming up and obviously wanted something smashing to wear.
So a trip to the Dress Barn and 27 dresses later, she had in hand the perfect one.
I also found in my hand a perfectly fetching black and white polka dot sensation.
"Buy it!" she says.
"I don't need it!" I says.
But the kind clerk reminded us that we'd get an extra 10 dollars off the clearance price on each if we purchased both and she'd throw in a VIP discount.
So, I parted with twelve dollars and brought it home.
It was 12 bucks. Ladies, do I need to say more?
But I promised myself then and there that I would wear it.
But where? I mean really. Where would I wear it? I don't even wear skirts to church anymore.
And then it hit me that, contrary to popular belief, it wouldn't kill me to dress a little nicer for work.
So this morning I showered, shaved, put a curl in my hair, and set off to work with gams gleaming.
I swished into work with the humid air lapping against my legs like lake water.
I felt the tingle on them as the condiditoned air indoors evaporated the residue.
I remembered, that when seated at my desk, I could hike my skirt up past my knees for a little additonal ventilation and no one would be the wiser.
I fielded the expected remarks.
-Hey! Sugar! Got a job interview?
-Sug, I'm so sorry. Funeral this afternoon?
-Sugar! For God's sake cover those things up. The glare! I can't stand the glare!
But then I walked back in my door this evening after a hard day of dress wearing.
Little looked up from Halo 2 and did a double take.
"Wow, Mom! You look pretty."
I'll be doin' this here dress thing again.
Posted by Sugar Britches at 3:11 PM
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
We have a large ladies' room here at work.
20 stalls-10 each on either side of the handwashing stations.
So lo and behold. I go to avail myself of the facilities this morning and find myself alone in the restroom. There isn't another soul in there.
As I go about my business, I hear the bathroom door open and another lady come in.
...and use the stall right next to me.
...and it wasn't pleasant.
Why in the world would a person go into a virtually empty restroom and use the stall right next to someone when there are 19 others to choose from?
This is a serious issue, Folks.
Posted by Sugar Britches at 12:28 PM
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
That great time of evening when everything goes still.
Now is the time of year when everything is green and fluffy and full of color and scent.
The fire pit was fufilling its destiny with logs ablaze. I didn't have any marshmellows or chocolate or graham crackers.
The frogs began kickin' up a fuss down at yon pond.
A bat buzzed us. Where it came from we're still not sure.
Sadie and Fred took off down to the fence. They growled off into the timber.
Was that another dog?
It was a coyote. He loped out across the bottoms and then made his way back into the woods.
The guys chatted and Big puffed on his first cigar.
His first good cigar.
Big Daddy decided that all of those Swisher Sweets he and a buddy had been sneaking after their school shows should be replaced by a Romeo Y Julieta once he turned 18.
You know, I like being downtown. I love the romantic notion of renting a loft and gazing out at all the folks going by. Walking down to the corner for a coffee-watching folks go by during First Friday Art Walk-from my window.
But it is just a notion.
I'm a redneck girl at heart.
And sitting on my redwook deck at dusk is just about perfect for me.
Posted by Sugar Britches at 11:56 AM
Monday, May 11, 2009
In preparation for graduation festivities this weekend, I persuaded Big Daddy that we needed to paint.
We painted porches.
We painted decks.
We painted furniture.
We started out with a paint sprayer.
Several hours and several choice words later, Big Daddy gave up fighting the good fight and made a mad trip to Lowe’s for rollers and pans.
During his trip, I took over the furniture-a mixture of white paint and water to cover wicker that had weathered a lot of weather.
Now I don’t suffer shoes gladly normally, but yesterday I kicked them off so I could feel the grass squishing through my toes while I slung paint.
…and I do mean slung.
I slapped my brush over and around. I splodged it into cracks and crevices. I dappled it across the backs and circled the legs.
For my trouble I had white freckles across my nose and a smattering across my arms and legs. I left white foot prints across the driveway.
While I laughed at my idiocy, I suddenly felt the earth tremble. I staggered trying to keep my balance.
It wasn’t an earthquake.
The fervency with which my Dad rolled in his grave caused the earth to tremble.
He painted for a living.
He painted inside, outside, and underside and he did it all wearing white.
Aside: the scent of baby oil make me think of him. He would slather himself in it before painting outdoors. The reasons were twofold.
1. His vanity knew no bounds and he could tan while he worked.
2. Practicality. What little paint he got on him would wash off easier with an oily undercoating.
Anyway…. I inherited none of his talent. He was appalled at my sloppiness and let me know.
While he’s up and about, shaking his head in disgust, I’d love it if he would stick around for another few days to watch his oldest grandson graduate from high school.
I know Big never got to meet his Grandpa. But I have a feeling Dad knows all about him. And it sure would be nice if he rattled and rolled around a little on Sunday- as Big begins his own paint job.
…not porches or decks or furniture.
As Big picks his colors, he’s going to need help with his brushes.
Maybe with your hand guiding him, Daddy, he’ll finish without leaving footprints in the driveway.
Posted by Sugar Britches at 3:40 PM
Friday, April 24, 2009
Big Daddy and I have decided to support our local businesses here in our little township. So when our Bloody Marys became just Marys, we went to the new Brown Derby to restock.
Posted by Sugar Britches at 9:46 PM
Monday, April 13, 2009
Big is 17.
Posted by Sugar Britches at 8:06 PM
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I've never eaten pork chops and applesauce myself. But Peter Brady and Alice surely made it popular in the 70's.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
So Big Daddy and I were trekking through Country Mart.
Posted by Sugar Britches at 5:29 PM
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
I'm just happy as a pig in slop.
Posted by Sugar Britches at 9:04 PM
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Cherry Pie tonight.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Can anyone tell me, when you have a clean drawer and clean silverware, where all that dirt and grime comes from that collects in the bottom?
Posted by Sugar Britches at 8:44 PM
Monday, January 26, 2009
I know. I know.
Posted by Sugar Britches at 7:20 PM
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The house is shaking.
Posted by Sugar Britches at 7:04 PM