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YouknowwhatImean?

“Sevier County 911, where is your emergency?” “And I told him that would never work, nuh-uh, but he wouldn’t listen, so I just sat back and watched.” “911, where is your emergency?” “He was always like his brother, youknowwhatimean? Just alike. They got it from their momma’s side, their daddy wouldn’t like that.” The voice was nearly as familiar as my own. I couldn’t be wrong. The wPh2 was hitting right at the back of Eagle Den. I knew just exactly who had accidentally dialed us on their new cell phone this time. “Richard!” I hollered, much to the dismay of my coworkers who were plugged into the call with me. But he’s about stone deaf so you have to talk loud. I knew the chances of hearing me would be slim, anyway. “RICHARD!!!” He kept on, talking to whoever about whatever machine they were picking apart. I sighed as I listened, then finally just hung up and called him back. After much fumbling and grumbling on his part, I got him. “Hello?” “Richard, it’s Flop.” “Flop?! Well, what are you a-doin’?” “Well, I’m at work, and you’ve called us by accident.” “This dern thing, I don’t know how I did.” “Well, it sounds like you…

Required Reading

This book will not haunt me. It will live in me from here on out. I am completely swept away by emotion, from each radium girl to the author as she researched and wrote every painstaking word. It is wonderful and heartbreaking and unbelievable and disgusting. It runs the gamut of feelings and takes hold and makes you wonder what we could be thoughtlessly ingesting. It also makes me pause and give thanks to these women who were not silent, but I feel have been overlooked. Living close to Oak Ridge it resonates with me. I take for granted being safe and guarded from potential nuclear fallout. What could I have been exposed to if it weren’t for these women? And oh how they suffered for it! Needless to say I loved this book. And it would be a fantastic choice for required reading senior year, just as young women are hoping the workforce. Five blazing stars for a story well told. Justice was brought to these pages for the women who didn’t get a voice until it was way too late. What a horrifying ordeal. I have wept and wept. I do wish it had more pictures, but maybe they would tarnish the ideals I have in my head of these radiant girls. I need to go out and buy 50 copies so I can give one to everybody I meet for awhile. Until I can do so, buy it right here…

Problems of a Basic Girl

I think I’m a few summers too numerous to call myself “basic”…and girl is probably a stretch at this age, too. But I don’t think I’m a ma’am most days and I certainly don’t feel like a lady…it’s my mouth, mainly.  I’m not really basic in the ways of an American young woman is defined, anyway. I’m basic in that I like simple things that everybody else in their right mind likes too: chocolate, yoga pants, puppies, candles. I’m TRULY basic in that I like coffee from the coffee pot here at the Plantation and not from the overpriced hurriedly attended wildly popular chain cafe. I’m basic in that I wear sweatshirts and if I remember to wear earrings, I’m accessorized. I’m basic in that I don’t play games and if I don’t like you, you probably knew it right off the bat. But yet here I am with my unruly hair and smart mouth and birthday from the end of the seventies writing on my blog.  ANYWAY, it feels a little snotty to be complaining about my blog but I really hate it.  I constantly feel pressured to write one, and I want to write more but I really don’t have time and since changing jobs I have found that…

Unopened

January Writing Challenge, Day 1 Unopened.  There lies one present under my tree. It is unopened. It belongs to my cousin, and since I don’t see her very often it will probably remain unopened until next year. Does that make me sound cheap? I’ll probably find something else between now and then that I will be unable to resist buying, so no worries.  I also had to open one of Johnny’s presents today-an audio book i bought by accident instead of the paperback he wanted. But it’s ok, he was still really excited about it. Even after we realized I had bought book 2. I mean, how bad can I screw up a simple gift, I ask you?  Evidently pretty badly, because it was an MP3 that won’t even play in a CD player so now I have to burn it onto my laptop to put over on a CD. Did I mention it came after Christmas, to beat all?  Christmas presents sure can be a lot of trouble.  I also ordered him part one today. So he’s got another present on the way to open.  Last year I got my mermaid phone cover after Christmas, and it’s been one of those enduring gifts that make me smile every time I see it. Strangers really like it, too. She’s fabulous.  Anyway. Unopened. I guess that&#8217…