I always thought I favored the McKain side of the family — Scott more the Garriott side. (He has many traits of our pap-pa Garriott.) But the older I get, the more I think I look like my Mom. I told her so today during a trip to her doctor. Her response to me was:
“You have Bessie’s back.”
She went on to explain that I also have Bessie’s shoulders. WTH? I know without you telling me I look like I could either be a prize fighter or a distance swimmer — my shoulders are BROAD no matter what I weigh. But from photos of my Grandma Bessie, I thought she was a little thing. **boggle**
Bessie McKain was Dad’s Mom. I can remember Dad talking about my “black eyes” like Bessie… but I’m pretty sure not one other person on the planet will look at me and say:
“Oh, Shelley… you have your grandma’s back and shoulders.” 🙄
Since photos of Bessie are sparse — and none of the ones I’ve seen show her backside — I have to take Mom’s word for it. It’s obvious I don’t have Mom’s blonde hair or light-colored eyes; and I don’t have grandpa’s caterpillar eyebrows either. G’ma is either looking into the sun in every single photo or her eyes resembled grumpy slits and that’s sure not me either. I’m merely a hodgepodge of all those I descend from.
I guess we all are…
TIL (Today I Learned): Bill Darden, founder of Red Lobster, founded his first restaurant known as Green Frog in 1938, defying the laws of Georgia by refusing to segregate his customers based on race.
Yesterday, Perry and I made a quick trip to Home Depot in an attempt to match paint for a couple touch-up spots. I had a mask (probably closer to 10) already in the car. We parked and noticed no one in the lot heading toward to the door or coming out of it was wearing a mask. We made the decision to go maskless. Once inside, we didn’t see ONE SINGLE PERSON masked up.
Crazy, but it felt like I was doing something reckless as I got out of the car without covering my mouth and nose with cloth. We didn’t get within 6′ of anyone but it still felt really over adventurous. I wanted to jump up in ‘spike the ball’ form and grunt-yell in my best gravelly voice, “YEAH!”
I’ve already gotten in a 4 mile walk this morning and had the breakfast of Champions…
Next, I have to mow the yard and take another maskless trip to Home Depot because the paint purchased yesterday didn’t match. I think it’s time to just paint the whole flipping room. 🙄
Here’s hoping y’all are having a wonderful Memorial Day weekend as you remember and honor those who died to preserve and protect our freedom.
There’s a person I know that was first married to an extremely smart and assertive woman. She had a great job that she did well, made more money than the husband, and was funny to boot. Life changed and the man then married a woman that is of average intelligence — or maybe a little below.
When asked why he found someone below his intelligence level to marry, he said, “smart is difficult.”
To that point, I agree…
Merida is an extremely smart dog. I’m guessing she’s about as difficult as any canine on the planet. Dharma is of average intelligence. She’ll eat the treats and MIGHT know they are kept in the desk, but she likely has no idea what drawer they are in. She wouldn’t have the slightest clue how to open it to get one.
Fast forward 10-years into the second marriage of the person I mention above. At a point of aggravation, he proclaimed, “not so smart is difficult too.”
To that point, I also agree.
Dharma knows how to manipulate Merida to get the treats. Although she doesn’t know how to get them herself, she does know if both dogs pester me enough, I finally give in. Not-so-smart Dharma also grunts at the same exact time every morning (before I’m ready to get up) for breakfast.
Smart is absolutely difficult — but dumb ain’t so easy either. 🙂
TIL (Today I Learned): Baseball umpires are required to wear black under pants in the rare event that their pants split.
First it was toilet paper — now it’s gas. It’s a scary time, for sure. Have you noticed that when people are afraid they often make some pretty bad choices? I’m not sure bad choices always make GREAT stories… but they often make for some interesting ones. I know because my Facebook feed is full of them…
Like the woman filling a Wal-mart bag with gas. Who is that stupid? (Of course, it’s an older white woman not wearing a mask because she refuses to “live in fear.”)
I figure I can outlast the current gas shortage… I use more fuel in my lawnmower than in my car. I’ve had my Mini for 3 years or so now and it still doesn’t have 7,000 miles on it. Perry, who drives two-hours a day to and from work? He’s gonna need a raise. And at least a dozen Wal-mart bags. 😉
I’m happy that I have the freedom to choose! Gimme that Reese’s every single time even though that’s probably a “bad choice.”
Think of all the great stories I’ll be able to tell! “I’m fat because…“
The pandemic’s severity seems to be much lower in the US than it has been for quite some time. There are only 2 states currently in the “red risk” zone — Rhode Island and Michigan. Florida is still orange — the 8th worst in the nation. Indiana isn’t far behind in 13th place — Jackson County is low… in the yellow.
TIL (Today I Learned): Steve Jobs had just been pruning apple trees in Oregon which led him to call his company Apple. “It sounded fun, spirited, and not intimidating. Apple took the edge off the word computer, ” Jobs said. “Plus, it would get us ahead of Atari in the phone book.”
I read an article about how our pet’s vision is very different than ours — and how different species vary from each other. Snakes, spiders and goldfish don’t see well at all. Cats and chameleons are a bit better off — and dogs are a step above that. But parrots? They beat all the others listed. That is, except for humans. Check out the article and view the photos digitally created as examples.
Just the mention of a parrot reminds me of my Great Aunt, Kak – Nanny’s sister. When she was married, she and her husband had a parrot that was so entertaining for us as kids. We wanted it to talk more than anything! And it did. It would wolf whistle and scream, “RUSTY!” The shrill voice sounded exactly like Kak, and ‘Rusty’ was the name of my Great Uncle.
The bird cursed and said other things too — but the best part was the laugh. That too sounded exactly like Kak! When she and Rusty divorced, he took the parrot but by then, we were grown and it wasn’t such a huge deal.
As a youngster, I never realized how different those two were from one another. I think now about that nasty dirty bird throwing seeds all over Kak’s fancy dining room. I can’t imagine what was said behind closed doors when Rusty brought home the raccoon. 🙂
