Thursday, December 22, 2016


This has been a long year. I haven't felt like I've made much headway this year. Nothing is like I imagined it would be and I am disappointed and disheartened.

The 2016 Presidential election was a big dud and my favorite candidate didn't stand a chance. We are now doomed as democracy is sidelined and the mega-wealthy take control of the government. 

I'm old. A lot of people are older than me and we will all face the suppression of government assistance and protection we have known for so long. Our old people will be destitute. I'm close to it already.

Once corporations take over and destroy every branch of government that used to work for the people, not big business, we will all be fearful of death panels. Actually, all they have to do is cut social security and medicare and raise insurance rates or deny coverage and we won't even need any death panels. Old age, heart attacks, and strokes will take us out pretty fast. 

I don't mind it for myself but I do hate it for the people that have worked all their lives and paid into the system who won't be able to pay their bills. I hate it for the young people who are working on barely minimum wage who won't ever be able to afford a home or an education. I hate it for all the peons who shuffle to work every day just to put food on their table and a roof over their heads for themselves and their families. I hate it because it is the death of the American dream.

We used to say "anyone could grow up to be president someday." How prescient! We should modify that saying to include . . . "but that doesn't make it right."

I am deeply sad.

I don't know where we will go from here but since time only travels in one direction, we will see.
Schylar, Katie, Scout, Amanda, Kiersten, Tony, Denise, Todd, Carmen, Andy, Noody, and Carole

Diane and Larry

Albert T. Silvers, Edwadene McAllister, Delbert Callahan

Be Nice To One Another
It's Christmas


PBS 12-22-16 Thursday 9:30 PM EST

Saturday, November 26, 2016


Don't you just hate it when that happens? The month gets away from you and before you know it, you haven't got the job done. Well, that's me. Busy, busy, busy and not a lot of progress to show for it. 

Thursday we had Thanksgiving dinner at Mama's house. Donny and I brought the turkey and dressing and my specialties; potato salad, deviled eggs, and macaroni and cheese. Mama cooked the vegetables and Colt made a pie. He made a cheese ball and sausage balls, too. That boy can cook better than I can.

Mama's sister, Mary Jane, was there, too. Each time we are together, it is a blessing. Scout came out to get some leftovers for supper. That's the best part of Thanksgiving.

Today was Alice's birthday and Colt took us all out to celebrate at the Cracker Barrel. She slept through the beginning of the meal but woke up and after trying to figure out where she was and what was going on she got to eat her cake. She was hilarious. 

Samantha, Dawn, Larry and Alice

~Mama and Daddy~

Albert Silver, Charlie McAllister, Edwadene McAllister, 
Delbert Callahan, Crick Marshall, Frances Causby, 
and Roy Burchfield

Happy Thanksgiving


PBS 11-26-15 Saturday  1:35 AM EST

Thursday, October 13, 2016


The scariest thing I can think of this Halloween is the coming election. 

I really dislike this man. He is an arrogant, narcissistic, megalomaniac who denigrates men, women, veterans, POW's, handicapped, a Gold Star family, Muslims, Latinos, blacks, immigrants, unions, the media, his opponent, her husband, his own political party, our military, and god knows who else. He is very negative and constantly puts down America, our political system, the Speaker of the House, and even Rosie O'Donnell. 

Donald Trump thinks he's a great deal-maker but he's really just a con. He thinks it's good business to short-change employees and businesses whenever he can. He's bankrupted four times! Does that sound like a good businessman? Does deducting a loss of nearly one billion dollars and possibly not paying income taxes for 20 years sound like a good businessman? Does avoiding paying taxes for roads and military and other taxes make him smart? Is that the kind of man you want in the White House picking taxpayer's pockets? I don't.

There are too many incidents for me to start mentioning so let me just say, "Google it!" 

Any time you read something I've written I don't expect you to take my word for anything. Google it. Look it up. Do some research. You have the world's encyclopedia at your fingertips. You're not a baby. Never take anyone's word for anything without verifying the information. You're a chump, if you don't. That's what people like Trump depend on. 

Nearly every woman has had a skeevy experience with an overbearing man who behaved inappropriately with her. I've experienced more than one occasion which was frightening so I know how serious this subject is.

When a man thinks he can jump a woman and take advantage of her and brags about it, he is a sleazy, little man. Trump is a sleazy little man with sweaty, little hands. He is bold and arrogant because he has money and thinks money can buy, or buy off, anything. He likes gaming the system. He's gaming you and me and if he wins the presidency we are all screwed.

How the heck anyone could think he would be a good leader and an excellent commander-in-chief I'll never understand. 

Trump projects an image of a bully. He could be playing hardball with the Sopranos but he does not belong in the White House.

This is the man who championed the birther movement even though it was a nonissue. It wouldn't have mattered if Obama had been born in a madrassa. He would have still qualified for president. His mother was an American.

Any naysayers seem to believe that Obama's mama hopped in a time machine after she gave birth to him in Kenya, then had a fake birth certificate that proved he was born in Hawaii because . . .  Well, I don't know the "because". Obama's mother could have never dreamed her son was going to be president thirteen years after her death. That's just crazy conspiracy theory crap.

Trump is the epitome of everything that is wrong with America. He is a whiny little bitch that doesn't have any concrete plans to help this country. He keeps saying in a braggadocio manner that he has the solution but he never maps out a plan to strengthen this country. He doesn't even understand how our government works. How could he govern?

Trump is too bored to prepare for the debates. What makes you think he will do the day to day duties a president has to do? He'll hire "the best" consultants to sit in for him and allow them to govern. That's why he chose uber-conservative, Mike Pense. Trump will come out and accept the credit for any successes he can tout but will quickly point blame to others if his administration fails. 

Mark my words!

Between now and the election, I might have to vent on my blog some more. 

I've got to convince my husband to vote for Hillary instead of a passive no-vote. I played the granddaughter card on him. I told him I don't want to live in a country that learns open bigotry and misogyny from a president like Trump. I want my granddaughter and other women to live in a world where women are treated with respect by everybody. Men are led by example. Our leader should have respect for everyone.

God help us all. 

That's all I've got to say about that ... for now.

Joann, Shannon, Alesha, Lon, Layla, Matt, Devan, Michelle, Kelly, 
Debbie, Chase, Barry, Diane, and Summer

Kelly and Troy
Piette and Paul
Brittany and Corbin


Remember to Vote


PBS 10-13-2016 Thursday 10:38 pm EDT

Saturday, October 1, 2016


I saw a sign the other day. It said something like "my life didn't turn out like I expected it to be" and I thought that pretty much sums up my whole life. 

I've been painting and cleaning up around the house. I'm trying to get Alice's room painted so she can have a cheerful place to play. I am a horrible painter and if it wasn't for Colt I would have never gotten started. One gallon of paint wasn't enough so I had to buy some more. I've never painted the walls any color except white so I was a little anxious about smearing the walls a jackfruit yellow. They turned out fabulous.

The grass seeds that Colt planted when he repaired the lawn is so thick I have to raise the blade on the lawnmower all the way. 

This has been a busy summer. I had been mowing Moma's lawn until she got a wild hair and bought a riding mower so I didn't have to do that any more.

I got to see Alice pretty often this summer and enjoy watching her develop and grow. She's a smart baby and has a great personality.

We didn't have any cookouts or do anything with the family this year. I miss that. We used to cook out at least one or two times a year when Daddy was around.

It won't be long before Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas. Whew ...
Three fourths of the year is gone. 

The presidential election is impending and everybody is on different sides. This is the most contentious and disgusting election of my lifetime. I hope to God everyone gets off their fat ass and go vote.

That's all I have to say about that.

Butch, Katy, Kim, Susan, Carol, Larry, Corbin, Gail, Melissa, Melody, Erin, Emily, Debbie, and Jesse

Resaca Rose


PBS 9-30-2016  Friday 11:45 pm EDT

Sunday, August 7, 2016


Ah, summertime! I'm relishing the heat. It feels like the sun warms me down to the bones. I've been taking antibiotics and I'm not supposed to get too much sun. 

Saturday afternoon I was going to mow but I was cleaning up a part of the yard instead. When I finally got around to getting out the lawnmower so I could check the oil and gas I noticed the cover for the air filter was missing. I found the filter laying on the ground but I never could find the cover for the box. I walked all over this yard, looking under bushes, and around anything that might have knocked off the lid. 

Today my son came to visit and cut some hedges in the front yard. I decided to rake under the bushes just in case I lost the filter lid in the front yard last week although I don't believe I wouldn't have noticed it being missing while I mowed the whole yard last week. I finally started raking on one side of the bushes while he cut them standing on the other side. I had forgotten that there are yellow jackets around there. They got after me and started stinging me. 

Colt told me to run to the house. I ran onto the carport and started looking for the ammonia and cotton balls I leave sitting on the fence for just this kind of emergency. The stupid yellow jackets were still following me and wouldn't quit stinging me so I had to run into the house. We trapped them in the washroom and I ran into the dining room. I made Colt go around to spray the yellow jackets but he said they were at the door and he let them out instead.

I was stung at least four times. Once on the hand. Once on the leg. And a couple of times on my torso. Every time I feel a twinge I jump, thinking I've been stung again.

Oh well, that's what I get for not thinking. 

I don't know what I'm going to do about fixing the lawnmower. Maybe I'll tie the goat outside.

I hope I have a better day tomorrow.

Ashley, Tommie Lyn, Pat, Pam, Myra, Nancy, Nancy, Brenda, Chris, Randy, 
Jonnie Bell, Gloria, Blake, Bob, Justin, Cole, Jerry

Susan and Bob

Back to School Time



peace out
PBS 8-7-16 Sunday 6:00 PM EDT

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


Saturday, March 12, 2016


I know it's March and I know I'm getting later and later every month so don't be hating. I've been busy doing things. Yeah, that's it. I've been busy. Like today, Scout came by and helped dig up the grease trap to see what was wrong with it. 

The sink and dishwasher haven't been draining for a while. For the past three days I was flushing out the drain pipe with the water hose but the water still wasn't draining fast enough. When Scout dug up the ground around the grease trap he found the concrete pipe was broken. He finally repaired it and now everything is okey-dokey again. No wonder everything has been a mess around here.

I developed leg spasms and was so sore I could barely walk after sitting over the pipe for three days. The only bright spot was the surprise I got when I looked down between my legs one day and saw a frog staring up at me from the mud. He was probably thankful for the puddle of water accumulating over his bed. Poor thing. He didn't realize he was living in a toxic waste dump.
You should have seen the chunks of grease that I flushed out of the line. Gross! I hope I didn't grease up the little frog too bad. Maybe it will moisturize his skin. 

Poor old Don has been working seven days a week and never has time to take care of the things he usually has to do around here. He's nursing a cold right now. He's probably just run down because he never gets any rest.

Don's better off than his brother in law, Noody, is though because he got burned by a brush fire and had to go to the burn unit in Atlanta. Ouch!

I went to the doctor with Momma the other day. I'm glad we went because Momma was telling the nurse about eating collard greens to thin her blood and the nurse told her that her blood was too thick already, not too thin, and she needed to quit eating greens. They thicken the blood.

I don't know what's worse, being sick or not knowing what the heck you're doing and making things worse. We went to the Oakwood Cafe afterwards and had chicken livers. 

Donny and I got to eat at the Oakwood Cafe with Colt and Meredith and her family for dinner last week, too. We got to see Baby Alice She is such a sweet baby. We are so lucky. 
I made a road trip to Acworth last weekend to see my cousin Debbie. She is one of my favorite cousins. After tax season we're going to Character's Famous BBQ and check it out. I can hardly wait. 

Heather, Jami, Dana, Mike, Mary Jane, Johnathon, Jason, Alex, Patsy, Sunshine


Jerry White, Debbie Chitwood, Crick Marshall, Mary Bell Carter, Evelyn Chastain, and Lela Smith

Daylight Saving Time, St Patrick's Day, Spring, Palm Sunday, Easter


Monday, February 22, 2016


Happy February. We're in a new year and spring is on the way. I looked hard today and noticed daffodils starting to bloom. It won't be long before the forsythias make a showing. We're getting plenty of rain so it should be a good year. Right now, as I look out my dining room window, it's dark outside. We're under a thundercloud. 

Today is my beloved husband's birthday. He's finally as old as me again. I happen to be a few months older than him. That's why I tell him he should defer to my wisdom, because I'm older, don't you know. He usually just lets me have my way because I'm so vocal and won't shut up.

Yesterday we took a trip to Cracker Barrel and used the gift card we got for Christmas from Katie and Scout. Donny has been nursing a cold and didn't feel very good but he enjoyed getting out and eating his favorite meal, steak and eggs.

I'm happy to report everything is going okay with everybody in the family. I've gotten to visit my granddaughter, Alice, a few times and I think she is beautiful. She has such cute little chubby cheeks.

Momma had to call a plumber out to fix her pipes under the house. It's fifty-five years old and the cast iron started to leak. She finally got that fixed so she is hunky-dory now. I hope the pipes last another fifty-five years.

I have a ton of supplies so I can start painting Colt's room. I keep saying I'm going to paint but haven't started yet. I think I need to build a fire under me. I'm just afraid that if I get started I'll want to paint the rest of the house and that's not going to happen.

Well, until next time, or until I do something outstanding, tah-tah for now.

Mikki, Alicia, Brooke, Don, Douglas, Bailey



Delbert Callahan


Sunday, January 31, 2016

The Nursery

This month has flown by. I'm glad. The sooner spring comes, the better. I've been cleaning up Colt's room and making a nursery for the baby, Alice. Colt put up new closet doors and I bought some paint. Oh wow! I guess I'm going to have to paint soon. I'm trying to get psyched up. Lord, help me.

Rhonda, Amanda, Evelyn, Ann, Frankie, Lisa, Angie, Sue, Norma, Joey, Donna, Valerie, Angela, Jacob, Bennett, Mika, Brenda, and Teresa

Donny and Pam

Roy Burchfield, Jimmy Hutson, Sam Burchfield, Vivian Shoates, Lela Smith, Beulah Burchfield, and Roger Rowland


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