Happy New Year

Howdy bloggies,

Happy New Year! ! !  I cannot BELIEVE another year has come and gone so quickly.  It seems like just yesterday when I poured that flask of leftover NYE whiskey down the sink in the locker room in the YMCA and almost killed that old woman.

Sigggghhhhh.  Some great memories from 2011!

So this year-- I'm trying to take back a little bit of my anonymity (this word is extremely hard to pronounce, am I right?).   I got off Facebook, so I think that is a huge first step....    I'm going to give you a second to let that sink in...







That's right, you heard me... I got off Facebook.  I'll tell you the basis of why in a minute but let me just stop here and tell you what a hilarious time I've had telling people that I made this decision!  I didn't do it in this like "big annoucement" sort of way.  In fact, I didn't even really tell anyone at first...  something would just come up about FB in conversation and I would say, "oh yea-- I'm not on there anymore."  I mean, YALL!  Bwhahahaha.  People would react to that statement as if I had just kicked their baby or something! Comments vary slightly but go mostly like this:   "WHAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!"    "WHY?!"   "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"  "DID SOMETHING HAPPEN TO YOU THAT WOULD MAKE YOU DO THAT?!"  And then, when I'd say "No, nothing happened."  People are all disbelieving like---"Um, no. Something must have happened and you're just not telling us what it is."  Bwhahaha.  So here's the scoop.  Nothing "happened" per say, but I have been tired of the annoying over sharing on there for a while...  i.e.  The ignorant status updates no one cares about, people's political convictions, the breakups, the makeups, the inappropriate photos of other people, the unflattering tagged photos of myself, the bathroom habits of peoples' toddlers,(what IS that about, seriously?)  the description of what folks are having for breakfast, lunch AND dinner--- Oh, man, it just got to be too much!!!  I needed a break.

The root cause of this decision, however, was planted because I started dating this guy (briefly) from Chattanooga that I met following the Avett Brothers show here in Nashville in October (ok, YES, we met in a bar.. but it sounds much better to say it was after a cool folk concert, yes?).  ANYWAY, long story short-- I tried to google stalk him.  Socially speaking---  people are google stalked for three primary reasons.  I'll list them in order:   1.You're not on Facebook.  2.You exhibit several red flags. 3.You don't exhibit ANY red flags.  This guy, we'll call him Chester (for no other reason except that I think that is a funny name), didn't exhibit any red flags.  And then, when I tried to find some on the internet-- I couldn't!  This kid wasn't on Facebook, he didn't have a Linked in account.  I couldn't find a thing about him when I looked up the "so-called" bank he worked for etc.. etc.. etc.. So then I started thinking.  Dang.  Maybe this google stalking is harder than I thought.  So, I put my OWN name in the browser.  Do you even KNOW what all came up?  My name, my address, my phone number, my Facebook page, my Linked in page, my work website, about 1 million photographs of me and my family, my friends, my ex-friends, my house, my dog!  Wait, whoa... I got carried away.   I don't even have a dog.  Whatever.  My POINT is... it was ridiculous.  Most of the pics and info came from my having a Facebook profile.. that's all I can figure.  It kind of freaked me out.  Also-- nothing wrong with proceeding through life with a little air of mystery about you,  if you ask me... So. Ta-dah!  Here I am.  Faceless in 2012.  .... .... I meant-- Facebookless in 2012.

Moving on...   It has really been on my mind lately to ask someone about America's recent affinity with green tea.  I just don't get it.  It tastes like hot water with a little bit funk added to it for good measure.  Terrible.

And finally, last night I dreamed that the Barack Obama's dog was pregnant.  I mean-- whaaaaat?!  I've had pregnant dreams before when I wake up sweating and stressed and panting and terrified of the embarrassment and hardship of being an unwed mother and what that would do to my life-----but this was WAY WORSE, let me tell you!  One minute I'm in the Oval Office with the Barack Obama's (and I keep referring to them as such because they were all there...  -- Michelle, Malia, Sasha, the President) and the next minute we were all in this barn out on this farm in West Virginia and their mutty dog was giving birth to 6 puppies!!  Straaaange I tell you.  I have NO idea what this means.  You know, sometimes I can sort of decipher meaning from my dreams or at the very least sort of derive why I dreamed it.  For this-- I have nothing... but thought is was at least worth a share due to it's randomness and recent occurrence.

As always,
Yours Ever,
Myra

Let's Recap

Howdy bloggies,

So-- you've probably figured this out already---but there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to my blog at all. 

Basically-- I just keep a list of random thoughts/stories I'd like to share in my "notes" app on my big deal iPhone and once I fill up an entire page (or close to it...) -- I know it's time to blog!  You know--unless something really incredible happens to me over the weekend or something...  Lately I feel like I've been sharing lots of stories from my childhood.  I hope it's not boring you.  I don't know why that is, really... Maybe it's because I feel like sharing any current stories might subject me to judgement and ridicule... and who wants that?  Seriously! !

At any rate--- let's get to it, shall we? 

The first thing I have written on my list of "notes" is Abraham and Isaac.   I signed up for a Bible Study in September thinking it was a 6 week long course.  WRONG. It's a 6 MONTH long course...  (must remember to read fine print).  Not surprisingly, however, (because I'm starting figure out that God really knows what He is doing) I'm really enjoying it!  I'm learning a lot.  It's a no-nonsense, no small talk, get in there and get down to BUSINESS type of Bible Study and I LIKE it. We have rules:  1. If you didn't do your study for the week-- you are not allowed to talk during class.  BOO-YA!  2. If you have a prayer request--you must submit it in writing and it is emailed out to everyone in the group. Upon receiving it, you are to pray IMMEDIATELY and then you are to DELETE the email.  BOO-YA again! 

I think I am so into these rules because the last Bible Study group I was a part of took on a bit of a... how should I put it tactfully??  Hmmm... a "therapy session" sort of feel. We've all got issues.  It's cool.  That sort of group just isn't what I am looking for at this juncture in my life and boy, did God deliver.  So we were discussing Abraham and Isaac a few weeks back -- (And just a quick recap for those of you who are a little rusty on your Bible trivia):  [God commanded Abraham to take his son, Isaac, up on a mountain and kill him as a sacrifice to the Lord. And Abraham almost did it.  He bound him and put him on the altar and was about to stab him in the heart when God told him to stop, that he had proven himself faithful etc... ]  Okay, this post is not meant to be a Bible lesson---but I gotta tell you that this story REALLY hit home with me when I was about 5 years old.  Not the part about this being a foreshadowing of God sending his son to die for our sins (that came later)... I mean the part about this father being willing to stab his son in the heart and kill him!  I came home from sunday school and asked,  "Momma, if God told you to kill me like He told Abraham to kill Isaac, would you DO it?" ( If you guys know my momma, this story is funnier...)  I remember it so well... We were standing in the kitchen and I asked her and she paused and she thought about it and she got this really uncomfortable expression on her face and said, "Well, Myra, I'd have to make sure it was really God telling me to do it first." 

I remember thinking, Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?  

Myra:  "So, you would do it then!!  You would KILL me?!"
Momma:  "Only if I was SURE it was God telling me to do it." 
Myra: "I can't BELIEVE you would KILL me!!"
Momma: "Let's talk about what else you learned in Sunday school, My."
Myra: "I can't believe you would kill me!"
Momma: "You wanna go outside and play with your kitty cats?"
Myra: "I can't believe you would kill me!"
Momma: "We could read a book.  How about Cat in the Hat? It's your favorite.
Myra: "I can't BELIEVE you would kill me!"

This went on for at least a day.  Try sleeping on THAT for a while at age 5. I'm not kidding. I had some SERIOUS issues with it. STILL can't hear that story without it sending bone chilling fear up my spine.


Moving on---the second thing I have on my list of notes is "Secret Gymnastics."  I didn't even remember this story until very recently when a friend of mine pointed out to me that "I had always been a little shady." 
  
Gee thanks.
 
Then she reminded about a story I told her once in grade school when I begged my parents to let me take a gymnastics class in Memphis and not tell any of my friends about it.  

True story. 

But to justify this you see-- I was ALREADY taking a gymnastics class locally, but it wasn't good enough. (What?!  It wasn't.)   It was held in the gymnasium of a community college and had ONE set of bars, ONE beam, NO vault and NO real floor exercise space.  Totally BUSH LEAGUE! 

I am competitive to a fault sometimes.  I do know this about myself... but let me also mention  that the moment I expressed an interest in taking a gymnastics class to my momma--she told EVERYBODY else in town who had a daughter, and we ended up carpooling over there once a week for this dinko little class where most of the kids in it could hardly even do a CARTWHEEL.  I wanted to work on REAL tumbling and vaulting skills.  Think Nadia Comaneci and Mary Lou Retton (my childhood idols).  So after a few weeks of this substandard arrangement, I convinced my folks to let me take classes from a REAL school of gymnastics in Memphis.  My sweet daddy drove an hour each way after work twice a week for years so that I could do what I loved... and we.never.told.a.soul. 

Hahaha.  It was awesome.  I learned so much, worked with some great coaches and can still do a roundoff sequence of back handsprings to this day (just so you know--Humpfh!), but when I tried out for cheerleader in 7th grade and made it-- my parents said that I had to choose.  It was the "secret gymnastics" OR the cheer leading.  I couldn't do both.  I chose the cheer leading (mostly because of the allure of cute football players and the chance to wear the short skirt). 

After a while, I told a few friends about my gymnastics classes.  No one understood.  No one even knew what to SAY.  Ha!  I guess they were thinking that I was super weird and shady as hell.  However, I don't think that word had been invented yet, so mostly they just looked at me like I had insulted them in some way by not telling them about this sooner. 

Ahhahaha.  Some great memories. 

Here are a couple of really random things  I have listed in my notes app.... :

*Sneezing multiple times while driving a car is DANGEROUS

*Leftover cranberry sauce in a Ziplock looks an awful lot like a big ole bag of blood clots

And last but not least, there is the little matter of this MYTH BUSTER I have to share with all of you...

Do you SEE it?!  Do you SEE that huge blister?!  Well, I burned my hand on a skillet recently, which is perhaps another story, for another time.  ANYWAY-- upon receiving advice from TWO of my nurse friends that told me that I should not, no matter what, under any circumstance, pop this blister---- I did it anyway.  I couldn't help it!  It felt so tight and I kept hitting it on things and I couldn't work out with it AND it felt like it was about 1000 degrees in and around it.  I felt bad for disobeying their instructions, but I just couldn't take it anymore!

I will have you know that it felt better immediately.  Popping that sonofabi%ch blister was truly one of the top three best things I've ever done in my life.

That's all.  The End.
Yours ever,
Myra

Halloween Weirdness

Halloween is weird.  I'm not trying to be a giant force of negative energy or anything, but let's face it-- it is.
I don't get why some people (actually lots of people) refer to it as their "favorite holiday."  It's not even a holiday.  Seriously-- nobody misses school or work.  Banks are open, and there is not even a special meal involved.  Ah uh.  Not a holiday.

Also-- every year-- I try and boycott it and not dress up and then end up succumbing to the peer pressure because well, tons of people have these parties and let's face it----I've always been kind of a sucker to peer pressure.  I also like to be thought of as a team player you know...  I hope no one has ever referred to me as a "spoiled sport."   Well, actually, I remember this one time when my siblings and I were playing Candyland with my babysitter, Becky Blue, and I drew Princess Frostine---

Princess Frostine

--which catapulted me to the top of the game AND my competition only for my next draw to lend me the unfortunate hand of Plumpy...

Plumpy

--which was going to send me allllllll the way back down to the bottom of the board... LOOK!

I got SO MAD.  I mean-- I still remember the RAGE I felt. I tore that Plumpy card up SO fast and SO hard and then ran in the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet before Becky Blue even knew what had hit her!  I was labeled a "Spoiled Sport" then and wasn't allowed to play that game for a long time... I also think I got a spanking... Anyway-- I digress.  THE POINT IS-- I just never want people to think that I'm being a spoiled sport again so this year--after weeks of "just saying no" to a costume I caved and went out as a vampire...

Those teeth are rubber and they tasted like it, so I couldn't leave them in all night.  My idea was to sort of be a Twilight Vampire.  Just trying to blend in with modern day society and all that... but without my teeth in--- I just looked like a girl who wears horrible makeup, so it was kind of a bust.

You know what else is a bust?

Man, back in the day--- you couldn't PAY somebody to take these candies off your hands! Hopefully somebody is still out there handing these out on Halloween.  And hopefully, their houses are still getting rolled shortly there afterward.

I was invited to a little wine party last night and opted to be somewhat more than fashionably late because I figured that I would have some Trick Or Treaters come by...  I wanted to hand out candy and see their cutie costumes etc...

I got the good stuff.  Starburst, Reeses Cups, Twix!  Nobody was gonna roll MY house last night!  It started sort of slowly.  One tiny little Sponge Bob with his momma and then nothing for another half hour or so.  Then two little devils showed up.  They were seemingly siblings, and I thought it was weird that they had on the same costume you know, but whatever.  The third time someone knocked on the door presented me with ANOTHER devil and then another and another and another.  I'm not even making this up!

I'm not superstitious or anything.  Never have been.  But all those devils just started to make me feel uncomfortable... so I turned off all my lights and went and had a glass of vino at my friends' house.  You know--just in case. 

All this to say that while many of the Facebook posts I've seen today are lamenting the passing of yet another Halloween, I have to say that I really could not care less.  However, while I usually feel that people can SIMMER DOWN with the pictures of their children on there-- I have to say that some of these Halloween Costume photos are hilarious.  I'll leave you all with a picture of my little niece nugget dressed as Elmo in her sunglasses.

It wasn't even HER costume.  It was some little neighbor boys, but she apparently couldn't resist trying it on.  Who could, really??  I mean-- I totally get it.

Until soon,
Yours ever,  :)
Myra 


 

Music to My Ears

Hello. Hellooo?  HELLOOOOO?  Blogworld?  Yall still there?  ...

Okay good, because I want to tell you about all the awesome music I've been going to hear lately... among other things.  Every year around the September 1 mark--Nashville is flooded with all my favorite musicians.  I don't know what it is about the fall that brings them all to town at the same time, but they come, like clockwork, every year. My wallet seems to be thinner, but my soul---my SOUL is much, much richer!!   

It all started with seeing Grace Potter at the Ryman on September 12.  I don't like a lot of "chick music" which is weird--you know, seeing as how I'm a chick...who writes music.  At any rate-- I really don't. There are a few exceptions: Brandi Carlisle, Patti Griffin, Ingrid Michaelson... that's all that springs to mind (in this very moment) and now-- add to the list, Grace Potter. 

I really like her sound. It's more rock and roll than most of the string bands I usually tend to gravitate toward.  Also--her voice is AMAZING.  I like her lyrics a lot too.  They're real. They're good, and she writes them all, which is impressive.  So is her choice of shoe wear!  I wore cowboy boots to hear her a few weeks ago and after standing up all night to listen to her-- MY feet hurt.  I can't imagine what was going on with hers later that evening.  I don't even want to think about it!  I find it a little annoying that she is both THIS gorgeous, and THIS talented, BUT -- let's face it--- her skirt is TOO short.  That brings it right back down to earth for me. I don't care how famous you are-- it doesn't give you the right to be tacky.

Humpfh.

The following Friday, I got a call from an old high school friend that lives here, Patrick Connelly.  We NEVER get to see each other.  Such is life I guess.  He lives here and I live here, but we run in different circles, live in different parts of town and have our own things going on.  Once a year though-- when Pat Green comes to town, we try and get together.  This year we succeeded.  We've been listening to him forever it seems. He's a Texas Country musician, which is NOT the same thing as a Country musician.  Texans have their own sound, their own edge, and their own ATTITUDE, all of which makes them unique. No tellin' how many times I've seen him live.  He used to play the fraternity houses at Mississippi State after football games and I'd go listen.  The next weekend he'd be playing at Ole Miss, so I'd pack up and drive down to hear him play there. Such fond memories of the music and the people I got to share those times with.  Pat Green's come a long way since then for sure.  How exciting for him!

Last week was Soundland here in Nashville.  It's a four day music event and my best good friend Emily and I bought wristbands so we didn't have to miss a minute of it.

We heard Johnny Corndawg (surprisingly good, by the way), Dawes (so good I'm planning to see him again on Oct. 19) and M. Ward on Wednesday night.  Can't say enough good things about M. Ward.  The man is a musical genius.  Look 'em up.  Download some tunes.  You won't be sorry.

We heard Foster the People on Thursday night.  I only knew the one "Pumped Up Kicks" song, but like the rest of the world-- I really dig it!  So that was fun.

Friday night was my favorite as we heard Jason Isbell and one of my absolute favorite musicians right now-- Justin Townes Earle.

Some of you may know his daddy, Steve Earle.  Justin's better.  Much better.  It was my first time seeing him live and a really good show.  I mean -- REALLY good.

There are several things coming down the pike that I'm looking forward to too.  Blitzen Trapper, Brandi Carlisle, The Avett Brothers and Robert Earl Keen are all here in the next few weeks and months to come so I'm sure this won't be the last of my musical musings--but that's it for now.

Soundland was happening all day on Saturday too, but Emily and I opted out so that we could watch football on my patio. I'm no techi.  The cable on the TV in my office just HAPPENS to be long enough so that I can pull it outside.  A lot of seemingly impressed people have asked me exactly HOW I get my TV outside?  My answer: "I just drag it out there."  

This was early and doesn't include the whole crew, but it was a good group of folks and I laughed sooo much and sooo hard for soooo long  that my abs were sore the next day. Literally.  If that's what a little sleep deprivation and one too many whiskey drinks'll get me---I'll take it every time! Ha.  It was such a fun day! 

In other news, I just returned home from Chicago on a business trip. Traveling always makes me want to blog a little blog. I'm not sure why really... I think airports must inspire me.  I had about an hour to kill in O'hare on Tuesday.  I had a book (of course) and I was reading it intently when I hear all of this commotion.  I looked up to see a man driving not so slowly through a very crowded terminal in one of those golf cartish looking things that seats about 8 people and he's yelling, "GET OUT OF MY WAY!  GET OUT OF MY WAY!  SERIOUSLY, PEOPLE-- I DON'T HAVE ANY BRAKES! I DON'T HAVE ANY BRAKES, PEOPLE! GET OUT OF MY WAY!."

Bwhahahahahaha-- it was HYSTERICAL.  You should have seen all these people scrambling to move out of the way.  And seriously,--- Driver Dude?!  You don't have any BRAKES?!   Whaaaaaaat???   That can not be smart or safe or probably even LEGAL--- but boy, was it funny.  It's times like these when I can't BELIEVE no one else I know was there to witness this with me. So damn hilarious.

Okay, that's all I've got for now.  Thanks for reading!  

Yours ever, 

Myra

Vegas, Baby!

Hello all,
I've just returned from my first trip to Las Vegas, so there is much to tell, but first thing is first.  I MUST tell you all about the new MAN in my life.  He's romantic (when he wants to be), adventurous, sexy, well-traveled, wealthy, has a wild imagination, perhaps a little on the dark side, but who cares--- I am in love with him!  His name is James.  James Patterson!  

Ahahhahaha.  Did I have some of you going?  At least for a second?  Awesome.

So far I've read Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas.  It's one of his three romance novels and an excellent beach read if you are looking for one.  Next was Roses are Red.  It's of the thriller/mystery genre.  I must admit, I've gotten away from these in the past few years. I've been reading more classics, autobiography's, and romance novels, but oh, how I have missed them so!  So now I'm reading The Postcard Killers and I can't put it down! I've got Sail on my book shelf ready to go... The man has over 80 books in print.  Over eighty of them!!!  I am soooo excited. It's like I've just discovered a treasure chest.  An unending treasure chest! 

I love books.  I am a nerd.  I do not care.  Earlier this summer when we were in Watercolor-- my sister, LauraFrazier, and I were packing a cooler and getting ready to head down to the beach and she said, "What book did you bring to read with you, sister?  And I said,"The Sun also Rises by Hemingway"...  and she said "EARNEST Hemingway???!"  Ahahahaaha.  That's the one!

While we're on the subject of books I love, I must mention the showing of "The Help" I went and saw last Thursday night.  I belong to a MINT group here in Nashville.  That stands for Mississippians in Nashville, Tennessee.  (Clever, right?)  We pay $5 in dues a year and get together to do different social events.  It is so much fun!  You never know who you are going to see!  The only criteria is that you lived in Mississippi before you went to college and have somehow, over the years, found yourself residing in Music City.  The events are so much fun because everyone is so friendly and it's cool to hear everyone's story about how they came to live in Nashville.  I think learning about other people's journeys is so interesting. Anyway-- over 70 MINTS got together for cocktails and appetizers at a restaurant next door to the movie house last Thursday and then we all walked over to see "The Help" together.  It was really such a fun event.  I loved the film, so if you haven't seen it yet-- you must!  Of course the book was better... always is!  But this movie seemed extra special because there were so many familiar faces and places in it.  Literally!  I knew at least four people on the big screen (extras mostly) and it was filmed right there in the Mississippi Delta where I grew up.  Technically, Greenwood-- not Tunica.  But a cotton field is a cotton field is a cotton field to me.  Ask anybody from around those parts!  Faith Hill was in the audience that night as well.  She's not a MINT, but she def should be!  I couldn't get close enough to tell her so, or else I would've. 

So-- on to my Vegas trip.  I had to go for work, but no worries-- I managed to mix in a little fun as well.  I was up at 4am Nashville time to make my flight on Friday.  There's a two hour time difference so I actually made it to my hotel, The Cosmopolitan

by 9am and had a whole day to spend down at the pool... I mean pools. 

Also-- my best, good friend Luke Renfro flew over from his home in LA and stayed the weekend with me in my swanky hotel.  I hadn't seen him since the Christmas holidays and we had the best time just hanging out and catching up.  He makes me laugh more than anyone else on the planet! 

And here is us pretending to be movie stars:

Friday night we drank our weight in white wine and stayed out until almost 4am.  Who DOES that when they have to be in meetings all day the next day?! (think start time, 8am).  I'll tell you who:  ME.  And it wasn't just the staying out late.  I had been up for almost 24 hours by the time I finally got to bed!!   I thought I would DIE on Saturday.  Literally die.  My meetings lasted into the afternoon and then we had tickets to see Phantom of the Opera  Saturday night. 

Due to the fact that my friend Luke is a very big deal-- he scored us FREE tickets to shows on both nights.  We were VERY close to the orchestra on Saturday night and the music was SO LOUD and SO SCARY.   I was really pretty nervous the entire time.  The special effects were awesome and the theater was really something to see!  My one qualm with this show, however, was that they sang everything.  And I mean-- EVERYTHING.  They never spoke... AT ALL.  It was like-- ENOUGH already with the singing!  And WHY are you singing right now? It's not a song!  You should be SPEAKING!  Holy hell, it was annoying.

We had dinner after the show and made it in relatively early (for Vegas) that night.  I don't think I've fully recovered yet, but I'm getting close.  I got back late yesterday afternoon.  It was my first trip to Vegas ever. I'm not sure when I'll go back but I'm certainly glad to know what all the fuss is about!  :)

And... in closing, I'd just like to write down a few things that have been on my mind as of late.  Some are more serious than others, but rest assured I am genuine about them ALL.  I call these--"things that would make the world a better place":

more romance, less indifference
more undertanding, less judgement
more music, less war
more babies, fewer criminals
more men like my daddy... and less like the ones I've dated
more honesty, less cowardice
whole cities built with trampoline floors, less concrete

Siggghhhhhh.  A girl can dream, can't she? 

I hope this finds you all doing well and staying cool. As always, thanks for reading!

Yours ever,
Myra

Blog about the Beach

Howdy Blog World,

I've been at the Beach for the last 10 days and it was fantastic!  I thought I'd tell you a little bit about that and then move on to some Nashville news... if I can think of any.

My parents rented a house for the week in Watercolor. If you don't know the place-- you must go.  Cute as hell, picturesque little community of houses right off the beach in Florida.. near Seaside.  It has 6 huge pools, tennis courts, a lake for kayaking/canoeing/yoloing (whatever you fancy), a few little shops, restaurants, a sno-cone truck!!,  and you can ride your bike EVERYWHERE.. which is one-- if not my MOST favorite part.  I gotta say that bicycles with baskets are seriously underrated.  I mean-- I loved it!  You can put all KINDS of stuff in there. I seriously want to invest in one of these, but a road bike makes more sense living in Nashville, dang it.

Anyway-- since it had been a few  years since I'd ridden a bike that wasn't bolted to the floor-- dismounting proved a little more difficult than I remembered.   I lost half of a big toenail one night right before settling on the beach for Magic Hour.  (I launch into a vast description of Magic Hour in my post about the beach from last year.  You may find it here.)  So my toe is throbbing, but I'm determined not to let it ruin my evening. I cross over the board walk to descend upon the beach for the sunset and YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE the ARMY of children-- no adults-- no families down there dressed in khaki and white!!  What IS this phenomenon?  Seriously?!  I mean-- people--- it has been DONE.  Done, done, done, done, done!  Lordy.  If I'm ever blessed with a husband and a few kiddos-- you will NOT catch us down on the beach at Magic Hour in khaki and white.  No WAY.  However, if might be funny to go down there dressed in all black and tell them all not to smile for the camera.  That would be a funny Christmas card, right? A satire!  I'm going to write that down some place and I hope I don't forget where it is...

Of course it was particularly nice getting to be with my niece for an entire week!  She kept us laughing non-stop per the usual.   Here is a picture of her right after I got there with the life jacket on that I brought her as a present.  She loved it!

She loves princesses (who doesn't really?), and babies, and kitty cats!  She is just a girl after my own heart, I tell you!  She's in charge too, boy.  Seriously.  Here is a picture of me and my sleeping arrangements for the trip:

Her bed was a king.  Hahaha.  Sounds like we spoil her, but that isn't really the case.  She's not used to a "big girl bed" yet, so it was easier to get her down if she slept with her momma!  And hey-- at least I was safe from falling out of my bed.

I've got funny stories for days from this trip-- one in particular about my daddy trying to jump a curb while riding his "adult tricycle" ---but it's MUCH funnier in person, so I'll save that for another time.  I WILL include this story about his shoes though:

That's right.  Those are my dad's tennis shoes.  No, this is not a picture from 1981.  This is his CURRENT pair of tennis shoes.  He pulled those out one day and we were dying.  DYING, I tell you. It was so hysterical. He admitted to them being 30 years old, at LEAST and then said--"these are perfectly fine tennis shoes!  What's wrong with them?"  Ahahahaha.  I didn't even know where to begin telling him---, so I just told him he looked poor! Very, very, poor.  He didn't care.  He even wore them down to the beach one day and a couple we had just befriended from Tupelo, MS sort of chimed in on the subject too.  Ahahaha.  It was awesome.  He took it all in stride though.  One of my guy friends who met my father recently said, "If someone doesn't like your daddy-- then--there is something wrong with THEM."  Truer words never spoken, I tell ya.  :)

I read three books while I was down there too, but perhaps I'll do a whole book blog one day soon and save those for then... I'll leave you with a few more pictures from our trip.  I loved every second of it, but of course am glad to be back home in Nashville!  As always, thanks for reading.  I hope you and yours are having a blessed summer!

View from the board walk

Lilly Whit snoozin' on the beach

  

Lanie's beach birthday

Champagne punch! 

Ahhhh-- Magic Hour.  How I love thee.   (I managed to snap this without a single khaki and white clad robot in site! :)

My Movie Family

I've always sort of thought about who I would want to play me in the movie of my life.. (you know-- if they ever made a movie of my life...)  I kind of thought everybody did this, yes?

Apparently NOT-- because when I ask my friends who they would want to play them in the movie of their life-- most of them give me a look like --"I don't have time for such games, fool!"

But when I texted my family to see who they would want to play them in the movie of  THEIR lives; they responded with GREAT ENTHUSIASM.   I sent everyone the exact same text at the exact same time: 

Tom and Laura responded first with "Cedric the Entertainer and Queen Latifah" accordingly.  I told them this was serious!! And to start treating it that way!  So they did. (Final results appear below WITH pictures.. no worries).

Sara Whitten texted me back that she would like to be Julia Roberts. I told her that was WAY too cliche... So she came back with Bette Midler.  Ahahahahaha.  Bette Midler?!  Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!  RANDOM.

So then I texted Tom and Laura and told them that Sara Whit wanted to be Bette Midler and we all started dying and firing texts at her telling her how terrible she was at this game and what a hilarious and completely oddball choice Bette Midler was...    It was awesome.

Brother Brian was brief and to the point about who would play him.

I'm pretty sure Momma and Daddy were asleep when the original text went out so we had to do some hypothesizing FOR them.  Tom asked me who I thought should play Momma and I said that was easy.  That I thought Sally Field should play Momma.  Then they all asked me and asked who I thought should play Daddy in the movie and I said "The coach from Remember the Titans."  I got three text responses that just read: "Denzel Washington?!"
Ahahahaha.  Clearly--    No.  He looks nothing like my daddy.  But this guy does. 

My parents got in on the game bright and early the next morning.  Mom texted at 8am to say she couldn't think of her name--but she wanted to be "the the star of Pretty Woman."  Like mother like daughter!  She said she might change her mind before film day though.

Daddy, not being much of a texter, called me to talk about who would play him and we finally narrowed it down to two very strong contenders... One barely inched out the other (George Peppard and Tom Selleck)  So, without further ado, may I present to you-- My Movie Family!:

Real Daddy

"Movie Daddy" - George Peppard

My real Momma

Movie Momma

Brother Brian

Brother Bruce

Sara Whitten, my sis

Jennifer Garner.  Hey-- she's no Bette Midler, but she'll do. 

Tom-- my brother

Tim--my brother

The beautiful LauraFrazier

Laura's movie version self

Yours truly

Yours movie.  She sings AND acts AND loves cotton.  Just like me.  :)

I just wanted to add a picture of this little nugget for good measure.  She could probably play herself.  She is such a hoot to be around and will basically do anything you tell her to...

I have video proving as much about Lilly girl, but I can't figure out how to load it.  I also tried for HOURS (okay maybe 30 minutes) to get all these pictures to post side by side-- but alas... it was to no avail.  My blogging skills are lacking but this does make for two posts in one week.  A new record for me!

Would love to hear who would play you in the movie of YOUR lives if you feel so inclined as to share with me.  

Love yall!  Mean it!

Yours ever,
Myra