Tuesday, July 26, 2016


my monthly
Thank you for your kindness and patience in taking the time to peruse my weak attempts at humor or whatever you want to call my monthly ramblings.

I haven't been very forthcoming about my life and my family because it seems there is always too much drama. (Don't ask.) 

Did I tell you I hate drama? Well, I do. That still doesn't mean I don't cause as much as I experience. I say that to my shame. I have the manners of a billy goat and I'm not a peace maker. That is not my job. I don't have a job anymore.

I think I should get involved in politics. I'd have to be better than the politicians we have now. Am I right? 

I'm getting tired of everybody else going to Washington and getting rich making backroom deals. I figure I can run on the Honesty platform. Heck, most of those congressmen take a couple of years to become really corrupt (aka richer) and I'm such a dummy it would take me literally years to learn their tricks and the voters could vote me out by the time I become corrupted. Years, I tell you!

I miss having a period. Now I don't have an excuse to bloat and pout for a week. Strangely, I miss that. I also don't have a rage of hormones to course through me and engulf me in righteous indignation. Therefore, my flame is becoming dim. That's why I'm becoming a monthly.

If I could, I would rant and rage, but I can't do that anymore. I haven't felt as full of myself and as inflamed since I lost my daddy. I know that probably sounds stupid and I know it came completely out of left field but that's the truth.

When my daddy was alive, I wondered if he read my blog. I always kept a keen eye and tried not to say anything I shouldn't. My parents didn't like too much drama, either, although sometimes I have to wonder.

Anyway, I never did learn whether my mother read my blog except for the time or two I showed her something I'd posted. I didn't know if my daddy knew I could even spell, much less write until one time he asked me to write something funny for the old car club he belonged to that he wanted to share. I never did get around to writing that story for him.

My aunts read some of my stories and told me they liked them so they may have told Mama and Daddy about me. I didn't think they cared.

It's funny that you can be born in a family and feel close to one another and when the unthinkable happens and you lose a linchpin everything changes. That happened when we lost my father and I've seen it happen to families around me who have been crippled with pain and loss. It happens every single time someone loses someone they love. That's why I want to say be gentle and be patient. Their lives will never be the same and it takes some time to adjust to the rest of their own lives. Just hang in there. It'll get better. That's what they say. I'll tell you when it happens.

Between running to doctors and dentists and trying to maintain, our lives are very full right now. All in all, it's not so bad as long as you look on the bright side. I'll let you know when I see it. 

Take it easy.

Krista, Jeremy,Darrel, Athena, Connie, Jennifer, Christy, Nathan, Madison, Holly, Coven, Tristan, Evitt, Tillie





Saturday, June 11, 2016


This is the weekend of the annual Dixie Highway 90 Mile Yard Sale. I noticed people are setting up several booths in anticipation. It's always a big deal and traffic can be bumper to bumper. 

I have to be careful not to rubberneck and run over anybody.

I was sidelined last week when my truck had to be worked on. 

I had to go to the dentist Monday because I developed an infection in my gums!

Mamma's ankles are swelling and Mary was complaining with a pain in her buttocks. Colt and I have bad coughs. 

I know it seems like one thing after the other is always going on and it's not happening news or interesting stuff. It's just plain boring day to day life. I prefer it to the alternative. Wouldn't you? I hate the drama.

There are lots of things going on but they're big things and little things and things that don't really mean much to anybody but us. 

I wish Daddy was still alive. He would have a blowout birthday party for Mamma's 87th birthday. That's a lot of candles. We'd have to have the fire department on standby. I miss my daddy.

Aaron, Dustin, Tyler, Sara, Colt, Tim, Eddie, Jimmy, Gary, Dana, Nancy, Hanna, Keegan, and Shanda

Chase and Krista Sheram

J.L. Strickland, Mary Bell Carter, Sam Burchfield, Charlie Burchfield, 

and Steve Yeargin


Flag day June 14, Father's day on June 19th, and Summer June 21st


Late, but not forgotten. Enjoy!

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

MAY 2016

Today was one of those days. I had a dentist appointment but was late because I realized our goat, Bonnie, was out and I had to go looking for her before I left. Thank goodness our neighbor caught her and was bringing her home when I started looking. He probably heard me yelling for her.

After my dental appointment I had to rush home to make sure Bonnie was still in the pen. I shut the door so she couldn't escape again. I didn't have time to look for the hole in the fence. 

I ran to the electric company to pay my bill that I had forgot all about until the other night. I was happy I got it paid within the grace period and didn't owe a late fee but when I went back to my truck to leave it wouldn't start. Oh great! This day was turning out to be a doozie. I called the mechanic and then Scout and Donny, just in case I needed them later. 

I wasted about an hour trying to get my truck to start.

Donny finally told me to mash the doohickey that Scout pushed when it wouldn't start the last time. I looked around under the hood. To say I'm inept is a compliment. I took some cover off of something and then had to put it back on because I didn't see anything there to push. I finally realized the doodad was right in front of me but I couldn't reach it. No problem. I got my trusty old back scratcher I carry in my truck and used the handlike stick to push the spring a couple of times then I tried to crank my truck and, by golly, it worked! That was a relief. 

I'm just glad to finally be home.
Well, today was another day. I thought, "what the heck, I'll do some running around" clearly ignoring my precarious predicament from yesterday. I convinced my buddy, Joann, to go riding around with me and we ended up at Burger's Market in Carbondale. 

Lo and behold, the truck bowed up on me and wouldn't start. Who'd a knew? Well, we called in the cavalry and waited. It was a long hot wait. Joann and I got comfy with a sun shade and ice cold water compliments of the lady from Burger's Market. 

Joann was rescued by her friend, Nancy, who came down to Carbondale to pick Joann up. My son, Scout, came by after work to see if he could help. Nothing we did worked. He gave me the number for the wrecker service and left. 

It wasn't very long before Donny arrived from work and tried to start the truck. No such luck. We finally gave up and called Dalton Wrecker and had them haul my Ford to the mechanic in Resaca. We've become such reliable customers we've built sort of a bond. I hope he won't mind coming to get the keys to my truck in the morning when I call. Crap! I wasted a couple of hours today because I didn't take the truck to the garage the first thing today like I should have. I should have known better.

Oh lord, help me through Wednesday. It looks like it's going to be a fun-filled week.

It was the fuel pump.

Rachel, Steve, Connie, Maranda, Nita, Junior, and Madison



Edwadene McAllister, Grampaw Carter, Ev Chastain


Saturday, April 16, 2016


I love April. It's probably my favorite month. Everything starts blooming and the weather gets warmer. I can remember years ago when I got my first pair of glasses and rode around in awe looking at the flowers and trees that were in bloom. I hadn't realized how blind I was until then. 

Only one thing mars the beauty of the month. This is the month that my dear cousin, Donna, died unexpectedly 36 years ago. She was only 20 years old. I wonder what she would have been like if she was alive today. She was funny, and cute, and a great friend. We grew up together so she was almost like a sister to me. 

Donna was also very stubborn. She got mad at me one time and wouldn't talk to me. I can't remember what she was mad about but if she was around I'm sure she would remember. We lived near my grandmother's house and I would see Donna out there. She acted like I didn't exist. It really hurt my feelings and made me sad. I begged my grandmother to talk to Donna and get her to forgive me (for what I don't know) and talk to me again. Thankfully, she listened to Beulah and forgave me and we became fast friends again. 

I don't know what I would have done if she had been mad at me when she died. I don't get over things easily. Neither did she.

She was mad at her mother before she died but my aunt told me that Donna forgave her. I don't know if that was true or not because I talked to Donna on the Sunday before she died and she told me she was never going to trust her mother again. She found out her mother had been seeing her ex-husband but lied about it. Donna didn't like David. 

Donna never forgave people for lying to her. She dropped several friends she grew up with for lying to her and not taking her to Florida on vacation one year. 

After Donna died we talked about her all the time and tried to piece her last few days together. I found out her husband had been seeing another woman who had been calling Donna's house to talk to him. Donna said she could hear a baby crying in the background. She thought it was her husband's baby by the other woman.

He was a notorious liar and told some outrageous tales. He had her convinced I was chasing after him and drove a wedge between us. She should have known I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole. He was young and ignorant and wanted to keep Donna away from everyone who would support her. After she died, he and his sister went to an attorney to try to get Donna's house. He also told Donna's mother that some woman was chasing him at work. He had the nerve to say that people were teasing him and would clap their hands every time he walked by. I didn't understand what she meant until she told me that he meant the guys at work were accusing him of catching the clap from that woman. He was nasty.

He told so many lies that we never did know what really happened to Donna. He said some nasty things about when the detectives interrogated him. He was one of the most disgusting people I've ever known and I can't understand why Donna put up with him. I think he played on her sympathies because he lost his father when he was young and Donna lost her father when she was little, too. She got in over her head before she realized what he was really like and never had a chance to get out of the situation.

We always wondered if he had something to do with Donna's death. There never were any definitive answers for why she died. She died in her bed and was supposedly asleep when she started convulsing and bucking in bed. Her husband said he straddled her and held her down instead of getting up and turning on the light. He didn't even call an ambulance. He called my grandmother and said Donna was dead. She ran out to my mother's house and knocked on the door. 

Momma was sitting in the den, waking up, getting ready to go to work. She said she heard Beulah moaning and yelling "Open the door. Donna's dead!"

Momma hollered for Daddy to wake up; Donna was dead. She said Daddy jumped out of bed and rushed to Donna's house before she and Beulah even got there. Donna was laying on the bed, in her jeans and shirt. Daddy leaned over her and started doing CPR on her. Momma said she was on one side of Donna's bed, rubbing her hand and calling her to wake up. She said Donna was already cold. Daddy told me later on that Donna's jaw popped when he tried to open it. He thought she had been dead for a while.

That was the most devastating and tragic thing our family had ever gone through. Donna's daddy died in a trucking accident when she was a baby and our family reeled for years from that death. Donna's death would take decades to recover from. Actually, we never completely recovered from her death. Our family split and turned against each other and has never recovered. If anybody had told me our family would have disintegrated like we did, I would never have believed them. We used to be so close I thought we were invincible. I wouldn't wish that pain on anybody.

Sanna, Patricia, Susie, Debbie, Aja, Allen, and Kathy


Jason and Hanna, Myra and Noodie, Ann and Jim

Beulah Burchfield, Henry Cornwell, and Donna Shoates

Tax Time

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