One of these nights I'm gonna write something absolutely amazing and powerful and I'm really looking forward to it.
So far, I haven't figured out what that is, exactly... but I'm okay with that. I'll keep on writing until I do.
I'd love to write more, and really, I DO write more than I post on this blog because I prefer not to just throw everything I think onto a blog like a diary for everyone in the universe to read. I work a lot, and I love what I do 99.44% of the time but I would love to have more time to write. I spend too much time trying to make money. Well, I might as well while I'm able and my kids aren't little anymore so that I can retire before I die. I tell people I write every chance I get but it's really not true. If it were true, I'd have a lot more material to read. I have many, many stories in my head that I really should put into writing, because I know I'm not going to live forever (at least not in this realm, and I'm not sure how much of my brain will make it through the life I'm living now) and I don't want the stories and characters to die with me. After I'm gone my kids can pass this stuff on to other people, or just give them away, but hopefully, I'll get some of them out into the world and let the universe decide whether they're worth keeping.
There were also people who once walked this earth and not just through my brain whose stories shouldn't be forgotten either. Those who passed after about 2005 will have more information about them on the Internet for future generations than those who passed before that, and there are stories in the old newspapers and databases for those who wish to look for those folks. Still there are people who lived quiet and simple lives, whose stories weren't compelling Nicholas Sparks novel fodder (or even Lifetime movie fodder), who've left serious marks on the manuscript of my own life. My grandmother was one... one of her father's seventeen children as well as one of her mother's eleven. Her oldest sister Lorene was evidently unable to bear children of her own, but I never, ever heard her complain about that, or talk about it at all. I never asked her why she didn't have children, maybe because I was afraid to bring it up. Her husband had lost two children in the Christmas Eve crash that claimed his first wife and left him with only his son. Maybe she figured it might've been better to have had no children at all. His son gave her four step-grandchildren that she dearly loved in her own quiet way. She wasn't the kind of grandmother who took the kids to Opryland (actually they didn't have that on either side, but all their grandparents cared for them very much) but she baked them goodies and visited them and kept an eye on them and probably went to graduations and things like that, I don't remember. She also kept a lot of other relatives, like me.
She, like Granny, had a portrait of a handsome young man I never had the privilege to know, my uncle Olie. His death at age 18 was one of those events you see in movies, where a local teenager gets really sick (or has an accident or gets shot or... you get the picture) and dies young and the whole town shuts down for the funeral. But before I knew all that about the town's reaction, I knew that my grandmother and all her family lost a dear brother, son, grandson, and uncle. I guess because he didn't live long enough to have children and grandchildren of his own, I felt sort of obligated to keep his memory alive. I think others in my family might've felt that way too. For example, my uncle Lanny put a new headstone on Olie's grave. Lanny was just a little fella when Olie died; I think he was about 3.
These are just a few of the stories I'd like to share, as well as some of the fictional characters I've created over the years. Some of my characters are loosely based on real people and real events, but in general most are purely made up. Here's an example of that: I used to wonder what it would've been like if Lorene and her first husband had adopted a child, or had a baby late in life. Everette was only in his early 40s when he died, so he would've died very early in this baby's life. I came up with a lot of good stories and characters from that "what if" story. Many of my stories are "what ifs" or at least they start out that way. I do a lot of research into the past to find details and ideas. Like looking at Olie's death certificate and obituary.
I need to be looking at the inside of my eyelids. Gotta go make that money while it's there.
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Sunday, December 03, 2017
Just remember I love you, more than I can say... maybe then your blues will fade away
And I almost titled this one "Your Love Has Lifted Me Higher," because it was out that year. I was just tired of looking for a more appropriate title from the year in my mind.
In 1977, I turned ten. My world was pretty small. I was born in Nashville but I lived just north of the county line in Ridgetop. I thought Nashville was a pretty important place, like Chicago or New York. I had no idea that there were bigger places in the world, though I had heard of far-away cities like New York and Atlanta. I had been to the ocean in North Carolina, which made me a little different from my classmates who went to PCB every couple of years.
Two girls moved in up the road from my grandparents' house in the mid '70s. They were from Seattle, which was way, way up in the return address corner of the United States. Looking at it on the globe, it looked like it would be much colder, and I learned that sometimes it was, but they had a lot of weather similar to ours in Tennessee with sunshine and rain. Humidity was something else. It's still something else, let me tell you.
Looking back, I never began to comprehend what it must have been like to be a newcomer in a town like Ridgetop. Having moved out of town a few times since then, I feel a little sorry about that. Everybody in Ridgetop must have seemed to be related. They moved to a house on a hill, a house built by my grandmother's family when she was a little girl and their old house on that same location burned. From the front yard one could see eight houses. I had relatives in two of those houses, my grandmother and her cousin Jerry. Another neighbor was my aunt's sister-in-law. She grew up there too.
That summer the neighbor girls' dad was transferred and they returned to Seattle. Elvis died, Star Wars premiered, and other things happened that stamped the year in my memory. One happened to my brother. Mom took him to day care, where he refused to drink the milk. They thought he was just "faking" when he said he was allergic. He obeyed. He vomited. Mom found another babysitter quick, cousin Jerry's wife Wanda. Mom hadn't considered really thought of her earlier because she seemed to keep a lot of kids and had her hands full. To my knowledge though, she never lost any! At first I stayed by myself at my grandmother's house that summer, but there was some family trouble going on (other unforgettable events I don't want to write about tonight, and a few I didn't really understand) so I started going to Wanda's too. I think she saw me as another big kid who could help with the little ones, like her younger brother and nephews who dropped in frequently.
Jerry was one of my favorite relatives. He was one of those people who always had a smile. Even in sad moments, he could muster up a grin. He was funny and kind. When I was a very little girl, long before 1977, I remember thinking he was cute. Back then we called him "Jerry Lee." I noticed a lot of my relatives calling him that today; I even found myself saying it. When he was born he had a hole in his heart, and some of my earliest memories of him involved him being in the hospital in serious condition, having had a heart attack or something at a very early age (like 24 maybe?). I remember being told his heart had stopped but he was brought back to life. I knew what that meant. It was very scary and I remember being very afraid that he would die.
I wish I could've seen him recently. Most of the times I've seen him over the past 20 years were when he was working on cars out in the yard and the garage, and I was driving by on my way to Mom's and Granddaddy's. I think I saw him at Mom's funeral; I know I saw him at Granddaddy's and talked to him for quite a while.
Today I went to his funeral. I sure hated to see him go. I pray for Wanda and his kids and grandkids. Ridgetop is a sadder place without him for sure.
In 1977, I turned ten. My world was pretty small. I was born in Nashville but I lived just north of the county line in Ridgetop. I thought Nashville was a pretty important place, like Chicago or New York. I had no idea that there were bigger places in the world, though I had heard of far-away cities like New York and Atlanta. I had been to the ocean in North Carolina, which made me a little different from my classmates who went to PCB every couple of years.
Two girls moved in up the road from my grandparents' house in the mid '70s. They were from Seattle, which was way, way up in the return address corner of the United States. Looking at it on the globe, it looked like it would be much colder, and I learned that sometimes it was, but they had a lot of weather similar to ours in Tennessee with sunshine and rain. Humidity was something else. It's still something else, let me tell you.
Looking back, I never began to comprehend what it must have been like to be a newcomer in a town like Ridgetop. Having moved out of town a few times since then, I feel a little sorry about that. Everybody in Ridgetop must have seemed to be related. They moved to a house on a hill, a house built by my grandmother's family when she was a little girl and their old house on that same location burned. From the front yard one could see eight houses. I had relatives in two of those houses, my grandmother and her cousin Jerry. Another neighbor was my aunt's sister-in-law. She grew up there too.
That summer the neighbor girls' dad was transferred and they returned to Seattle. Elvis died, Star Wars premiered, and other things happened that stamped the year in my memory. One happened to my brother. Mom took him to day care, where he refused to drink the milk. They thought he was just "faking" when he said he was allergic. He obeyed. He vomited. Mom found another babysitter quick, cousin Jerry's wife Wanda. Mom hadn't considered really thought of her earlier because she seemed to keep a lot of kids and had her hands full. To my knowledge though, she never lost any! At first I stayed by myself at my grandmother's house that summer, but there was some family trouble going on (other unforgettable events I don't want to write about tonight, and a few I didn't really understand) so I started going to Wanda's too. I think she saw me as another big kid who could help with the little ones, like her younger brother and nephews who dropped in frequently.
Jerry was one of my favorite relatives. He was one of those people who always had a smile. Even in sad moments, he could muster up a grin. He was funny and kind. When I was a very little girl, long before 1977, I remember thinking he was cute. Back then we called him "Jerry Lee." I noticed a lot of my relatives calling him that today; I even found myself saying it. When he was born he had a hole in his heart, and some of my earliest memories of him involved him being in the hospital in serious condition, having had a heart attack or something at a very early age (like 24 maybe?). I remember being told his heart had stopped but he was brought back to life. I knew what that meant. It was very scary and I remember being very afraid that he would die.
I wish I could've seen him recently. Most of the times I've seen him over the past 20 years were when he was working on cars out in the yard and the garage, and I was driving by on my way to Mom's and Granddaddy's. I think I saw him at Mom's funeral; I know I saw him at Granddaddy's and talked to him for quite a while.
Today I went to his funeral. I sure hated to see him go. I pray for Wanda and his kids and grandkids. Ridgetop is a sadder place without him for sure.
Thursday, June 01, 2017
It's Only Make-Believe
So I'm watching CNN and I think, what if there was a parody character called "Kellyanne Conway Twitty"??? And of course, I am not the first to think of this... I'm not sure who was, but Seth MacFarlane, for one, beat me to the punch.
Ah, Seth MacFarlane... I have mixed feelings about him... he is drop-dead gorgeous and insanely talented, but his sense of humor is no smarter than a fifth-grader. A precocious fifth-grader, but... anyway, great minds think alike, eh??? ;D
Seth either loves or loves to rag on ol' Conway. Like all Southern white kids in the 70s, I was exposed to regular doses of Conway Twitty. We watched all those GREAT country music TV shows every Saturday afternoon (as my Granny used to say about watching Andy Griffith) BECAUSE WE HAD TO. Now, I really love to wax nostalgic about the old country shows and seriously, they played a YUGE part in making me the music lover I am today. The TV alternatives were limited. Today's youngsters can not begin to imagine three or four channels. Even the "big three" have local networks!
I don't remember just three channels. I don't remember a time before PBS. I'm not sure when public TV came to Nashville, but I do remember seeing "Sesame Street" mentioned on another show, before I had discovered the Muppets. That was the first time I ever saw that my mom tried to hide things from me. She did not want me to start watching "Sesame Street" because she foresaw exactly what happened. She knew I'd get hooked. She didn't want to have to watch silly puppets!
If she were here, I would ask her if she really thought Gilligan was any better.
But back to Conway Twitty. I DID discover him when I was young, like age four, but that's when he looked like this (from "Hee Haw," by the way, and also used by Seth MacFarlane on "Family Guy"):
If I'd discovered him when he looked like he did in this next clip, I probably would have thought he was hot, like my aunt Peggy and a lot of other women who were young in the 1960s and 70s did. OMG. When Conway died on June 5, 1993, Peggy and one of her friends stayed up late, drinking adult beverages, crying and listening to his music, probably on vinyl... possibly on cassette... maybe, but probably not, on 8-track... and maybe on a CD... not everyone had a player then but they were gaining popularity. I understood that SHE liked him and I could understand, kind of, because I figured she was about 50 and he was probably about 50 and he sang all those sexy songs and had kind of a cool voice, but I didn't think he was HOT. But in this clip below, he was kind of cute, and that song is freakin' amazing:
Here is another phenomenal clip of the same song... I did not know this show existed. As performances go, it's not the best Conway ever did (although it might explain why he didn't dance much once color TV footage began), but it's a piece of broadcasting history for Dick Clark's intro alone. Conway looked very uncomfortable and staged, and had to be lip-synching (I just don't think there was any other way back then) but wow! What a lucky break for an Arkansas boy to share a TV audience with Fabian!
It's only make-believe... just like he's making believe he is singing... I have a real-life, not make-believe, Conway Twitty story. When I was 12, I ran into him - I mean, I literally ran.into.him - in a bowling alley in Hendersonville, TN. He was polite, maybe a little annoyed, but polite. Later I saw him playing in the 11th Frame Lounge, adjoining the bowling alley, just through the door. I didn't go in. That would've been a riot. I was there with my church youth group. He didn't look it in black-and-white, but he was in his mid-20s by the time he made it to Dick Clark's Beech-Nut Show. That makes me feel better. I think it's kind of creepy for an old woman to think such a young man would be attractive! But my daughter will be 25 this summer - NEXT MONTH! - so I guess that's why Conway looks like a kid in those video clips.
I have always had a great sense of imagination. I'm glad that it has grown up along with me, but I am really sorry that I haven't written everything I've dreamt up over the years. I created characters based on people I knew but mostly based on "what if" scenarios I dreamed up about them. I have a lot of these stories but now, I don't have nearly enough time to write about them. I'm trying, though. I'm busy in my "real job" but I have a lot more time than I let myself believe. I like writing non-fiction as well as fiction.. or maybe I should say, real life as much as make-believe. I'm blessed to have great memories and imagination for both.
Ah, Seth MacFarlane... I have mixed feelings about him... he is drop-dead gorgeous and insanely talented, but his sense of humor is no smarter than a fifth-grader. A precocious fifth-grader, but... anyway, great minds think alike, eh??? ;D
Seth either loves or loves to rag on ol' Conway. Like all Southern white kids in the 70s, I was exposed to regular doses of Conway Twitty. We watched all those GREAT country music TV shows every Saturday afternoon (as my Granny used to say about watching Andy Griffith) BECAUSE WE HAD TO. Now, I really love to wax nostalgic about the old country shows and seriously, they played a YUGE part in making me the music lover I am today. The TV alternatives were limited. Today's youngsters can not begin to imagine three or four channels. Even the "big three" have local networks!
I don't remember just three channels. I don't remember a time before PBS. I'm not sure when public TV came to Nashville, but I do remember seeing "Sesame Street" mentioned on another show, before I had discovered the Muppets. That was the first time I ever saw that my mom tried to hide things from me. She did not want me to start watching "Sesame Street" because she foresaw exactly what happened. She knew I'd get hooked. She didn't want to have to watch silly puppets!
If she were here, I would ask her if she really thought Gilligan was any better.
But back to Conway Twitty. I DID discover him when I was young, like age four, but that's when he looked like this (from "Hee Haw," by the way, and also used by Seth MacFarlane on "Family Guy"):
If I'd discovered him when he looked like he did in this next clip, I probably would have thought he was hot, like my aunt Peggy and a lot of other women who were young in the 1960s and 70s did. OMG. When Conway died on June 5, 1993, Peggy and one of her friends stayed up late, drinking adult beverages, crying and listening to his music, probably on vinyl... possibly on cassette... maybe, but probably not, on 8-track... and maybe on a CD... not everyone had a player then but they were gaining popularity. I understood that SHE liked him and I could understand, kind of, because I figured she was about 50 and he was probably about 50 and he sang all those sexy songs and had kind of a cool voice, but I didn't think he was HOT. But in this clip below, he was kind of cute, and that song is freakin' amazing:
Here is another phenomenal clip of the same song... I did not know this show existed. As performances go, it's not the best Conway ever did (although it might explain why he didn't dance much once color TV footage began), but it's a piece of broadcasting history for Dick Clark's intro alone. Conway looked very uncomfortable and staged, and had to be lip-synching (I just don't think there was any other way back then) but wow! What a lucky break for an Arkansas boy to share a TV audience with Fabian!
It's only make-believe... just like he's making believe he is singing... I have a real-life, not make-believe, Conway Twitty story. When I was 12, I ran into him - I mean, I literally ran.into.him - in a bowling alley in Hendersonville, TN. He was polite, maybe a little annoyed, but polite. Later I saw him playing in the 11th Frame Lounge, adjoining the bowling alley, just through the door. I didn't go in. That would've been a riot. I was there with my church youth group. He didn't look it in black-and-white, but he was in his mid-20s by the time he made it to Dick Clark's Beech-Nut Show. That makes me feel better. I think it's kind of creepy for an old woman to think such a young man would be attractive! But my daughter will be 25 this summer - NEXT MONTH! - so I guess that's why Conway looks like a kid in those video clips.
I have always had a great sense of imagination. I'm glad that it has grown up along with me, but I am really sorry that I haven't written everything I've dreamt up over the years. I created characters based on people I knew but mostly based on "what if" scenarios I dreamed up about them. I have a lot of these stories but now, I don't have nearly enough time to write about them. I'm trying, though. I'm busy in my "real job" but I have a lot more time than I let myself believe. I like writing non-fiction as well as fiction.. or maybe I should say, real life as much as make-believe. I'm blessed to have great memories and imagination for both.
Sunday, March 02, 2014
One more time for all of the old times!
Yesterday I worked in home health and in my free time (and afterward) I did some karaoke "hopping." My first stop was Knight's Pizza in Greenbrier. They need a web page! Hey, if y'all are reading this and you need a web page, let me know by posting a reply to this post and I will get you started cheap!
The next place I went, after work, was CJ's Grille in White House. These folks need a web page too, but they DO have a Facebook page. I put the other link in just because I know not everybody does Facebook. For that matter there are still a few people who don't use the Internet all the time like I do.
All that singing had me in a great mood going from my first patient's house to my second and going home too, although by then the singing was over because the voice was tired. Of course I really enjoy doing home health, but some days the driving gets tedious and occasionally I am in a lot of pain from beginning to end and sometimes the next day as well.
Today there was church and then dinner at Logan's in Clarksville. Since then it's been a day for curling up on the couch and halfway watching a movie with Randy (Machete Kills - wouldn't have been my choice, but it's got a huge cast and it's somewhat entertaining. I would rate it NC17 for violence and language, but it's certainly not boring.). It's cold and rainy here, and we've just begun to get thunder. Thunder snows are rare. I haven't heard any sleet, but hopefully it will just go straight to 3 or 4 inches of snow and we won't have any of this "wintry mix" we keep hearing about.
The first time I remember hearing thunder when it was snowing was when I was almost 11. Mom was very, very pregnant with Garner and that winter had been particularly bad. It was 1978,one of those years we ran out of snow days and some of those snows were over six inches. It was a sort of scary afternoon, and we needed our clothes washed, and we didn't have a washer and dryer in our apartment so we got in the VW and went to the laundromat in Greenbrier. (Now, there is a laundromat within walking distance!) Dad came up there looking for us because we weren't home and the weather was horrible. Everything was all right. We were just hurrying to get everything done so we could get home out of the elements. By the way, the website I used for that 1978 link is pretty cool. One can easily compare the data from the past to the future to see if they still believe in global warming, or just to prove that yes, dear, we did get deeper snows and more of them in the '70s. Don't ask me why.
Here's a healthcare funny I might share with my students. What if the doctor wore the johnny?
The next place I went, after work, was CJ's Grille in White House. These folks need a web page too, but they DO have a Facebook page. I put the other link in just because I know not everybody does Facebook. For that matter there are still a few people who don't use the Internet all the time like I do.
All that singing had me in a great mood going from my first patient's house to my second and going home too, although by then the singing was over because the voice was tired. Of course I really enjoy doing home health, but some days the driving gets tedious and occasionally I am in a lot of pain from beginning to end and sometimes the next day as well.
Today there was church and then dinner at Logan's in Clarksville. Since then it's been a day for curling up on the couch and halfway watching a movie with Randy (Machete Kills - wouldn't have been my choice, but it's got a huge cast and it's somewhat entertaining. I would rate it NC17 for violence and language, but it's certainly not boring.). It's cold and rainy here, and we've just begun to get thunder. Thunder snows are rare. I haven't heard any sleet, but hopefully it will just go straight to 3 or 4 inches of snow and we won't have any of this "wintry mix" we keep hearing about.
The first time I remember hearing thunder when it was snowing was when I was almost 11. Mom was very, very pregnant with Garner and that winter had been particularly bad. It was 1978,one of those years we ran out of snow days and some of those snows were over six inches. It was a sort of scary afternoon, and we needed our clothes washed, and we didn't have a washer and dryer in our apartment so we got in the VW and went to the laundromat in Greenbrier. (Now, there is a laundromat within walking distance!) Dad came up there looking for us because we weren't home and the weather was horrible. Everything was all right. We were just hurrying to get everything done so we could get home out of the elements. By the way, the website I used for that 1978 link is pretty cool. One can easily compare the data from the past to the future to see if they still believe in global warming, or just to prove that yes, dear, we did get deeper snows and more of them in the '70s. Don't ask me why.
Here's a healthcare funny I might share with my students. What if the doctor wore the johnny?
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Born and raised on Acid Country
I grew up with neighbors who could have been these people. I remember seeing Porter and Dolly at their house and I remember hearing about lots of drug use.
But today, I play this in memory of Tim Wilson, who died yesterday. I saw him live in Nashville a few years ago. Nice guy. A little rough, but nice. RIP, Tim.
But today, I play this in memory of Tim Wilson, who died yesterday. I saw him live in Nashville a few years ago. Nice guy. A little rough, but nice. RIP, Tim.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
tapestry
Don't die of shock because I'm writing two days in a row!
I'm actually seeing some benefit in using this as a method for web curation. I Tweet interesting articles but I don't think I can use Twitter in class. Interestingly, Tumblr isn't blocked, or at least it wasn't earlier in the school year.
Here's an article from Neuroscience News about a polio-like illness recently found in California. I'd just Tweeted about another one... that one was in the emergency medicine journal Medscape Emergency.
I'm teaching about ECGs right now. Here's a blog I just found: Keeping ECGs Simple
Professional dress article in NurseTogether.com... I may have to see if I can get into the "inner circle" of this site. I'm sure I can add something!
I've been a little disturbed by this recent news: Three Parents. Can you see me shivering? Eeehhwww.
Another possibly troubling lab test... new DNA test for Down Syndrome. As a parent of a child born with a birth defect, I know that knowing what we were facing before he was born was a wonderful gift, but I wonder how this test will affect abortion rates. I'm sure there will be many heated debates about this one (but hopefully, not on this blog...).
Growing up, the first person I ever knew with Downs was Dawn Hulsizer, who passed away Sunday night and was buried today. My heart is so heavy for her family, but she is flying with the angels now. I love the picture her family put on the funeral home website. I can't help but wonder... what if we're not the "normal" ones, they are? Or if they're the more advanced, evolved models of humanity? I can just hear her dad calling her "Dawnie" with his New York accent...
Anybody remember diagramming sentences? Here's a fun article about those. Speaking of sentences, here are some really strange sentences.
I've got to stop. I could go on all night doing this.
Yet another type of testing in this article from NPR: You got WHAT in the mail?
Autism diagnosis changes...
Finally, my new favorite website ever. Weekly Top 40
I'm actually seeing some benefit in using this as a method for web curation. I Tweet interesting articles but I don't think I can use Twitter in class. Interestingly, Tumblr isn't blocked, or at least it wasn't earlier in the school year.
Here's an article from Neuroscience News about a polio-like illness recently found in California. I'd just Tweeted about another one... that one was in the emergency medicine journal Medscape Emergency.
I'm teaching about ECGs right now. Here's a blog I just found: Keeping ECGs Simple
Professional dress article in NurseTogether.com... I may have to see if I can get into the "inner circle" of this site. I'm sure I can add something!
I've been a little disturbed by this recent news: Three Parents. Can you see me shivering? Eeehhwww.
Another possibly troubling lab test... new DNA test for Down Syndrome. As a parent of a child born with a birth defect, I know that knowing what we were facing before he was born was a wonderful gift, but I wonder how this test will affect abortion rates. I'm sure there will be many heated debates about this one (but hopefully, not on this blog...).
Growing up, the first person I ever knew with Downs was Dawn Hulsizer, who passed away Sunday night and was buried today. My heart is so heavy for her family, but she is flying with the angels now. I love the picture her family put on the funeral home website. I can't help but wonder... what if we're not the "normal" ones, they are? Or if they're the more advanced, evolved models of humanity? I can just hear her dad calling her "Dawnie" with his New York accent...
Anybody remember diagramming sentences? Here's a fun article about those. Speaking of sentences, here are some really strange sentences.
I've got to stop. I could go on all night doing this.
Yet another type of testing in this article from NPR: You got WHAT in the mail?
Autism diagnosis changes...
Finally, my new favorite website ever. Weekly Top 40
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I'm not Lisa. My name is Julie.
My name is not Julie. Nor was the woman's singing this song - that would've been Jessi Colter, the undeniably hot wife (now widow) of Waylon Jennings. My really pretty stepsister looks a lot like a young Jessi, to me. Yes, I am a little jealous - Jessi was hot, but also extremely cool. Still is, really.
That link will take you to a YouTube video of her singing on "Hee Haw" and, of course, if you know me, you'll know I've written a bunch of stuff about that show.
I didn't start this post with the intention of writing about Jessi Colter. I wanted to write about someone named Julie, Julie London. She was another hot but extremely cool lady. Yes, I really AM heterosexual. I promise. But when you're a kid, you often admire the beautiful women in your life and in front of you on the TV. I haven't forgotten this!
With this sort of mindset, the other morning I was fighting the urge to go back to sleep. The night before, I'd been up late and I read the IMDb profile I linked above, and I thought, I really need to watch some "Emergency." So that morning when I was dragging, I thought, "What would Dixie McCall do?" Dixie, of course, was the name of Julie's character, the unflappable, consummate ER nurse who was, in my humble opinion, perfect for the job. She stood up for others, whether they be the patient or a co-worker, whenever necessary. She offered a listening ear or a hand to hold. She was efficient and professional, caring and yet direct. She was smart and always knew what to do. I still want to be Dixie when I grow up.
What would Dixie have done that early morning? Why, she'd have gotten up and made a pot of coffee and gotten down to business! I could've made a pot of coffee, but I've been drinking tea more lately. I had a jug in the kitchen, so I poured myself a big glass and got on with my day. I had an observation that day. I don't know yet how it went (my meeting is tomorrow) but I felt cool, calm, unflappable, and interesting. I created a meme and put it on my desktop both at home and work, and even printed a copy for my desk at work:
You may copy it... I don't remember where the picture came from either so I deserve no credit. It's good to have it. I sat down here awhile ago and I saw that picture and I thought... Dixie would sit here and do her lesson plans!
Of course I sat here and wrote this post instead... but I'll get to work on those lesson plans right away. I just had to share this with my "fans." (tee, hee... these probably never get read!)
That link will take you to a YouTube video of her singing on "Hee Haw" and, of course, if you know me, you'll know I've written a bunch of stuff about that show.
I didn't start this post with the intention of writing about Jessi Colter. I wanted to write about someone named Julie, Julie London. She was another hot but extremely cool lady. Yes, I really AM heterosexual. I promise. But when you're a kid, you often admire the beautiful women in your life and in front of you on the TV. I haven't forgotten this!
With this sort of mindset, the other morning I was fighting the urge to go back to sleep. The night before, I'd been up late and I read the IMDb profile I linked above, and I thought, I really need to watch some "Emergency." So that morning when I was dragging, I thought, "What would Dixie McCall do?" Dixie, of course, was the name of Julie's character, the unflappable, consummate ER nurse who was, in my humble opinion, perfect for the job. She stood up for others, whether they be the patient or a co-worker, whenever necessary. She offered a listening ear or a hand to hold. She was efficient and professional, caring and yet direct. She was smart and always knew what to do. I still want to be Dixie when I grow up.
What would Dixie have done that early morning? Why, she'd have gotten up and made a pot of coffee and gotten down to business! I could've made a pot of coffee, but I've been drinking tea more lately. I had a jug in the kitchen, so I poured myself a big glass and got on with my day. I had an observation that day. I don't know yet how it went (my meeting is tomorrow) but I felt cool, calm, unflappable, and interesting. I created a meme and put it on my desktop both at home and work, and even printed a copy for my desk at work:
Of course I sat here and wrote this post instead... but I'll get to work on those lesson plans right away. I just had to share this with my "fans." (tee, hee... these probably never get read!)
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