The DL's of Olde Poplar Place Apartments

Today, as Mr. C and I were walking----what a day for a walk it was!!!!---we decided to drop in on "Mrs. Margurite" who had been assigned to him, as a Deacon,  to check on now and then.  We knocked on her door and a cheery "Come in" reminded me of one of the beautiful things that makes this town so special.  At first I thought to myself, "Oh, that's not safe!  You don't know who's outside your door"...but no sooner had we opened her door, I realized that she was quite safe!!!  As we stepped inside to visit, suddenly there were two other dear ladies at the door outside.  They had come to check on their friend...to make sure that she was safe.  What a sign of love!!!  Right there at Old Poplar Place Apartments, there's a coalition of DL's (Delightful Ladies) who are family, who watch out for one another, who show what good old Southern Charm is all about!!!  I can't tell you what that did for my heart!!!  But,  isn't that what it's all about?? .. In your senior years to still have the quiet company of others who only want the  best for you and are there to protect you just at the sound of a doorbell!!

  Our visit ended and as we walked off, admiring Mrs. Wilma's gorgeous flowers on the corner, I sent up a prayer of thanks for Southern Women, Southern Charm and Southern Graciousness.    Yes, Southern Graciousness...that rare spirit that is serene, quiet, peaceful but strong-- VERY Strong!!  Mr. C and  I knew that Mrs. Margurite was safe. And how did we know?   Because behind all  that Southern Charm and Graciousness, are women who are willing to grab an iron skillet and  whack the devil outta anyone that dares to mess with their friends!  God Love 'Em!!!!

Making the men feel better

My precious friend, Joy (whom I affectionately call Pickles and I have no idea why---it just seems right) made some great points in her latest blog post...she's one of my Blisits (Blogs I Visit).  Anyway, in talking about men being "bad" patients, I have to agree in so many respects!!!  But, as a Patient Advocate, one of my jobs is to make sure our patients are more than satisfied with their hospital stay.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE my job---and believe me, it's a JOB--but, one thing I've learned that make our men patients happy is a (drum roll please)...REMOTE CONTROL!!!.  You know how it is.  You're in an uncomfortable bed, your boohiney exposed to the world by those attractive gowns, and there's that dreaded remote control that makes you loop all 68 channels to get back to the channel you want!!  But not at "my" hospital.  I learned early on...hand the man a REAL remote control and he's a happy camper!  Yep.  Simple.  I bought about 5 one day and tested my remote theory.  In fact, one precious patient was so enamored by his stay and his personal remote, that he actually made a donation to our hospital to ensure that I had plenty of those medical gadgets for anyone needing one!!!  Yep.  That did it.  So, now, if you come to 'my' hospital, you'll not only get the best medical care, you'll also have your own remote control---ahhhhhh....talk about "The Life of Riley"!!!!

I'm hooked on the WWF

I am SO into the WWF. More specifically, Words With Friends.. it's a great free app on the iPhone and it's positively addicting.  You play with a friend who has an iPhone sending a play back and forth.  No need to sit still and wait, though.  It waits for you!!!!  Have a few minutes standing in the grocery line?  Pull out the old iPhone and see if you can play some letters.  Waiting for the car to fill up?  Pull it out and see if it's your turn to play!!!  It is SUCH fun and it's great exercise for the ole brain.  After you get hooked...you will, I promise!...on the free one, buy the app.. it's only $2.99.  Make up a name for yourself and then send me a request to play!!!  ImHoney is my name! Come on!....get hooked on the WWF!!!

Go away, Nancy

Okay, this is political...and catty....I'll claim it:  I can't stand Nancy Pelosi.  I'm not talking her political stance though that's enough to make me kick a brick, but her....well, I don't know what it is I can't stand.  Is it that she gives women in politics a bad name?  Not necessarily---there are dozens of others that do that.  Is it her false smile?  Her false teeth?  Her false sincerity?  Possibly all of that...but, I don't think that's it.  Abraham Lincoln once said, "I met a man I don't like.  I must get to know him".  Well, apply that to ole Nance...I don't like her.  But I don't really want to get to know her.  I think we "know" all there is to know.  I think what bothers me is that, intrinsically, women are nurturers. We care about others.  We jump to the aid and defense of children even if we've never birthed any.  We have compassion and heart.  Nancy simply doesn't exude any qualities that I think our magnificent gender has been blessed with by our Creator.  Yep, that's it in a nutshell.  She's a bully and I don't like bullies.  But more than that, I don't like bullies with false teeth, false sincerity or false smiles.  Go away, Nancy, just go away.  (whew, I feel better)

The cutest little sewing shop!!!!

       I found the cutest little shop today!!!!  Oh my stars!!!!  And, it's off of NORTH HILLS STREET...perfect location for me and my lazy self.....The Stitchery...has fabrics and threads and yarn, yarn, and more yarn!!!  Lots of notions.  I am so geeked about this....no, I don't sew like I used to, but there's just something about having this kind of little shop close to me when I need something like this!!!!  Makes me want to break out the ole sewing machine again!!!!  Mary owns the shop and told me we can even get hooked up for lessons---Oh My Stars!!!---how cool is that??!!!  The only downside is that I asked her if she knew anyone that might want all my unfinished projects.....I love to start projects but the finishing is a little, um, weak  shall we say.....So far, nope.  No one has come in asking if she sells unfinished projects, but she'll call me if they do!!!!  I'm totally geeked about this.. and this is NOT a commercial...just one of those moments that any of us ya-yas can understand!

Love it/Hate it.

I love/hate days like this!!!  There's a definite hint of Spring in the air!!! ...LOVE IT.  But, if Spring is in the air, then here comes the pollen... HATE IT.  When the weather gets like this, I have big plans for my flower beds...LOVE IT.  But, it's early yet and the nurseries don't have any flats of flowers..HATE IT.  Spring means that I'm going to have a clean house...LOVE IT.  But, the only way to have a clean house is to actually clean it.. HATE IT.  Spring means an extra hour of daylight.. LOVE IT.  But, I have to set my clock back an hour Saturday night and lose an hour of much needed sleep...HATE IT.  Spring means that it won't be long before I'll be exercising in our pool... LOVE IT.  Which means I have to put on a swim suit...HATE IT.  Such conflict. So, here's how I handle it...too early to put on the swim suit, no flowers to plant, pollen is about to hit so why bother cleaning, can't do a ding dong thing about changing the clock, and if I can't exercise in the pool, might as well go buy some do-nuts.. LOVE IT.

Who Are You Wearing?

The Oscars...hmmm...   Who were some of those people?  I haven't been to a movie since Titanic so I must confess I was lost on some of the WhoIsIts.  But, what I found interesting were the gowns.  Some were gorgeous, some were silly and some were scary.  Then someone sticks a mic into a star's face and asks, "Who are you wearing?"  ..and she says, "Miki Niki Moron", or someone like that.  If they stick a mic in my face and ask who I'm wearing, they're likely to get, "DHP" (Dillard's Half Price).  Why do we care who they're wearing??  I'd rather ask 'em if the dressing room was missing a mirror that day.  I mean, am I that much of a redneck to not care "who they're wearing"?  I think I'll try that the next time I'm at Piggly Wiggly and see someone I know...I'm going up to 'em and ask "Who are you wearing" and see what answer I get.  I'll get back to you on that one.

Fun at the Caboose

Eww...what's with the hair???

Okay, I've made my point about bare legs in the winter .. and thanks ladies...I'm all about tights too!...but now, will  someone tell me this:  what's with the "messed up hair look"?  I don't get it?? Are we supposed to rise in the morning and mess our hair up worse than what the pillow did?  I see these stars on tv with elaborate gowns on and their hair looks like a cow has been licking it.  If the wind blows, do they get happy 'cause the hair looks worse??  One girl I know works hard to make hers look like what can only be described as a bird's nest.  Okay, mine's not wonderful, granted, but I do own a comb and i'm not afraid to use it.  Can someone tell me why it's supposed to be messy?