a Sweet Life Saga

I know you expected something scandalous as a follow-up to the photo I posted on Tuesday, but if you recall, I mentioned I would start with something small and work up to the really juicy stuff!  You know, sort of like an ice cream cone.  Hmmm, but the good stuff is never at the end of an ice cream cone, it is always at the beginning.  Well, never mind with that analogy.  Regardless, I will be starting with the non-juicy stories...you can read it or turn a deaf ear.  Another poor analogy, but stick with me.  It will be worth it when you finally get the story that goes with the photo.  :-) Below is something Monica wrote about our girlfriend group, the Real Magnolias.  No, I don't have written permission to publish the stories the other girlfriends wrote, but they should have known back when they gave them to me that their writings were not for their eyes only.  Here's what Monica, aka The Czar, aka Arrington, had to say about us: ...

Now, let me preface this by saying I should be packing! However, it is difficult (closer to pert near impossible -- yes, Southerners can say "pert near" and get away with it) to stay focused when I have so many memories running through my head. It doesn't help that the "O-fficial Real Magnolia Blackmail Book" is laying open beside me begging me to turn each page and have a good laugh or cry, whichever is more convenient for that memory. I feel that I should start with something slow and easy and then work up to the stuff that will make you fall out of your chair laughing. And if you don't fall out of your chair, that's your own fault and you have no sense of humor. Because every single time o ne of us discussed any of our Real Magnolia events, we fell out of our chairs and still do!! It just can't be helped! Regardless of your sense of humor, or lack thereof, the most important thing you should remember is that there ARE photos. In order to ...

Over the past 7 years, my life has twisted and turned, taking many different paths.  In 2001, my oldest son graduated high school.  In 2003, he moved 9 hours away from home.  In 2004, I buried the man I was married to for almost 25 years.  In 2005, my oldest son got married.  In 2006, my youngest son had an aortic root transplant.  In May 2008, my youngest son graduated high school and in July 2008 I remarried.  That was a busy year!  :-)  In July 2009, my sweet little granddaughter was born.  Through all of those major life events, my girlfriends were there. Many years ago, we formed our little group and called ourselves the Real Magnolias (after a book written by Becky Freemen).  We had monthly events where we would meet in our homes for some outrageous theme party or go out to dinner.  Dressing up, acting silly and calling major attention to ourselves was always the norm for us.  Occasionally, we would take our show on...

Well, here we are.  It is the day after Christmas.  The big finale is over.  You're sitting on the sofa looking at all the toys and boxes strewn about.  The Christmas tree is waiting to be shot -- to be put out of its misery.  Your brain is weary and your eyes hurt.  While you are breathing a sigh of relief about having survived yet another Christmas, you suddenly realize the next holiday is right around the corner.  You break out in a cold sweat, dread envelops you and tightens it's icy hand around your throat.  What are you going to do and when will you have time to do it?  Do what you ask??  Why write out your New Year's Resolutions of course! Ahhh, the loathsome list of New Year's Resolutions!  People try to avoid this task almost as much as standing in line at Walmart on Christmas Eve!  You try to relax again telling yourself not to worry...that you can skip it this year to give yourself a break.  After all, didn't y...

O Holy Night is one of my most favorite traditional Christmas songs.  It just gives me chills.  However, not just anyone can sing this song. Charlotte Church gives it a good shot, but the best rendition, hands down....Luciano Pavarotti.  Since I couldn't find a good Pavarotti performance of the song on YouTube, my readers will have to settle for a version recorded by Josh Groban. Take a look at the lyrics: O holy night! The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining, 'Til He appear'd and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees! O hear the angels' voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born; O night divine, O night, O night Divine. Noël, Noël, O Night, O Night Divine. I'm just sayin',

In honor of the old man in the famous red suit, I decided to post the letter and response from The New York Sun , 1897: We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun: Dear Editor— I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus? Virginia O’Hanlon Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe unless they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men or children, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of gras...

....Martha Stewart.  I used to love her, subscribe to her magazine and watch her show as often as I could.  Now, she nor her current show appeals to me.  And no, it has nothing to do with her stint in jail.  I like lots of people who have been in jail; unfortunately, I just can't think of their names right now. I don't like her because she is rude and obnoxious to the guests on her show.  On her previous show, she wasn't in front of a studio audience and she treated her guests kindly, or at least it appeared that way.  But now, she interrupts them mid-sentence, talks over them while they are talking or just takes over their spot altogether.  Recently, and I use this term loosely as it could have been 4 months ago, she had Johnny Knoxville as a guest.  She told him since he took the city where he was born as his last name (Knoxville), she wanted to quiz him to see exactly how much he knew about Knoxville.  Well, he wasn't able to answer most...