More than Meets the Eye

Kittens, I’m not going to lie. It’s hotter than two rats wrestling in a wool sock out there. I went to WalMart and had to come home and re-shower, just from walking through the parking lot.

The point is – I think I’m suffering from heat exhaustion, so pardon the lameness of this blog post. I don’t know what the excuse is for the other 754 posts I’ve done.

I wanted to show you a few photos of my trip – with the BACK story to help you appreciate them more.

Every trip to Tennessee, the Moon and I stop at this store both going, and coming home. It’s a Tyre tradition. The store is about halfway, has clean bathrooms, and a place for the dogs to run around. Moon always takes a long time to decide what she’s going to get as a snack. This trip, we found out they have hot, boiled peanuts, or as Moon calls them, “boiled pinders.” Yes, I have a daughter who gets really excited about boiled peanuts. I think my parenting skills speak for themselves.

This LOOKS like an innocent ball field at Standing Stone State Park where our reunion was held. But actually, it was the scene of a church softball game/picnic when I was about thirteen. I decided on the way there that I liked Ricky Reeder, and by the afternoon, we were sufficiently united in that we decided to sit together on the bus ride home. But by then, he was really sweaty and stinky and I was OVER the whole relationship. It was the longest bus ride home of my life.

This is my dad grilling hamburgers for our dinner. My dad is a great cook and his ribs are CRAZY good. So good, that when Alaska Ashleigh asked for the rib sauce recipe, he made it and shipped it to her in Alaska. She was a big hit. But that’s not the story. The story is why would such a renowed cook, be using such a small grill. It’s because while I was in India two years ago, my husband decided to grill something for my parents, and set their grill on fire. I think dad’s feeling is that a smaller grill might not catch the house on fire next time.

I don’t know this woman. You probably don’t either because none of us have ever seen her wearing such HUGE jewelry. But when she came out of her room wearing  jeans and a black shirt for a gathering at a PARK, her mother insisted she needed “spark” and forced her, against her will, to wear the jewelry. EVEN THOUGH said woman is at least thirty and capable of making her own fashion choices, her mother would not hear of it. Once it was on, some witnesses claim her mother ACTUALLY DANCED AROUND THE ROOM in joy.

And now you know, the rest of the story.

4 thoughts on “More than Meets the Eye

  1. If you were so fashionable at the bridge table, all the other folks would be so distracted that they would forget to do important things like count all trumps and not set up their long suit and let you win… You know easily old people are distracted by shiny objects!

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