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Mrs. Magoo
Saturday, September 4th, 2010
Saturday, September 4th, 2010
I remember a lot of things about being twelve going on twenty. For one, all my friends started wearing sunglasses, super cool sunglasses that made them look, well, like twelve year olds in shades, bu...
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"Papa's Heart Attack, The Big Reveal"
Monday, August 30th, 2010
Hello folks, I'm tickled that you've made it back by the All Things Southern porch for another visit. I just so happen to have a story for 'ya. Make yourselves at home and let’s chat…~smile~
Several years ago my Papa called me in a panic. Mama had an unusually severe headache that was getting worse instead of better. “Mama,” I said when I reached her side, “What hospital do you want to go to?” Without opening her eyes, y'all, The Boss of Us All said, “Whatever you think best, baby.” That’s when I knew it was bad, really bad. And it was, too! She liketa died from encephalitis.
On one of those anxious nights I was holding down the family fort in CCU when in rushed a woman and her two little girls. They were all of four and six. Their mama parked those babies in a corner and promised them she’d be right back. Then she threatened ‘em with their lives. Don’t move, don’t be loud, and don’t eat anyone’s snacks. The girls nodded solemnly.
Moments later the youngest was knee-deep in someone’s leftover Doritos and her sissy was scolding her good when the courtesy phone rang. Since I’d been answering it nonstop for days, I decided to let one of the other adults have a turn. It rang again. The girls looked around. When no one moved to answer it, the oldest child picked up the receiver.
“Hellwo.”
Shoulder shrug.
“Nuh-uh.”
Shoulder shrug.
“Cuz.”
Despite the promising entertainment value, I really was about to step in when she said, “Carewee’s heah.” I figured the caller had asked if there was anyone else to talk to, so I waited. I couldn’t resist.
“Careweeeee!”
I watched as the little one skipped towards the phone and then, right before the big handoff, her sissy offered the poor caller one last bit of amusing FYI, “Heah,” she said, “but Carewee ain’t big neither...”
Folks, I want to thank y’all for the notes and prayers sent our way during Papa’s recent health scare. He’s recovering nicely. I must say, though, I thought about those sweet little girls during the hairy part. There’s something about seeing your parents at their most vulnerable that makes a girl feel like Carewee. Come to find out, I ain’t so big neither.
Hugs,
Shellie
P.S. I'm looking forward to this Friday's ATS LIVE radio program. My special guests will be Jackie K. Cooper, the Entertainment Man of Middle Georgia and the international speaker, author and singer-songwriter, Sheila Walsh talking about, among other things, her first fiction book, "Angel Song!"
I hope y'all will join me whether you're listening in locally, or joining us thru
the streaming link on the homepage. That's Friday morning from 8:00
to 9:00 CST. See 'ya on the air!
Monday, August 30th, 2010
Hello folks, I'm tickled that you've made it back by the All Things Southern porch for another visit. I just so happen to have a story for 'ya. Make yourselves at home and let’s chat…~smile~
Several years ago my Papa called me in a panic. Mama had an unusually severe headache that was getting worse instead of better. “Mama,” I said when I reached her side, “What hospital do you want to go to?” Without opening her eyes, y'all, The Boss of Us All said, “Whatever you think best, baby.” That’s when I knew it was bad, really bad. And it was, too! She liketa died from encephalitis.
On one of those anxious nights I was holding down the family fort in CCU when in rushed a woman and her two little girls. They were all of four and six. Their mama parked those babies in a corner and promised them she’d be right back. Then she threatened ‘em with their lives. Don’t move, don’t be loud, and don’t eat anyone’s snacks. The girls nodded solemnly.
Moments later the youngest was knee-deep in someone’s leftover Doritos and her sissy was scolding her good when the courtesy phone rang. Since I’d been answering it nonstop for days, I decided to let one of the other adults have a turn. It rang again. The girls looked around. When no one moved to answer it, the oldest child picked up the receiver.
“Hellwo.”
Shoulder shrug.
“Nuh-uh.”
Shoulder shrug.
“Cuz.”
Despite the promising entertainment value, I really was about to step in when she said, “Carewee’s heah.” I figured the caller had asked if there was anyone else to talk to, so I waited. I couldn’t resist.
“Careweeeee!”
I watched as the little one skipped towards the phone and then, right before the big handoff, her sissy offered the poor caller one last bit of amusing FYI, “Heah,” she said, “but Carewee ain’t big neither...”
Folks, I want to thank y’all for the notes and prayers sent our way during Papa’s recent health scare. He’s recovering nicely. I must say, though, I thought about those sweet little girls during the hairy part. There’s something about seeing your parents at their most vulnerable that makes a girl feel like Carewee. Come to find out, I ain’t so big neither.
Hugs,
Shellie
P.S. I'm looking forward to this Friday's ATS LIVE radio program. My special guests will be Jackie K. Cooper, the Entertainment Man of Middle Georgia and the international speaker, author and singer-songwriter, Sheila Walsh talking about, among other things, her first fiction book, "Angel Song!"
I hope y'all will join me whether you're listening in locally, or joining us thru
the streaming link on the homepage. That's Friday morning from 8:00
to 9:00 CST. See 'ya on the air!
