HAPPY HALLOWEEN

To quote Britney Spears..."HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL!"

Until next time...

Single Girl

The question women never want to hear.

Saturday night I had to work with the Alumni Association at the Fall Festival at my old high school. Nothing says AWESOME SATURDAY NIGHT like working at a face painting booth having to touch little kid faces all night. I don't mind touching kid faces that I know, but kids that I don't know...well, I just don't enjoy it. I don't have any kids, therefore, I'm not around them all that much so my immune system is not that of someone with little ones and as you all know it is cold and flu season. There was a lot of snot Saturday night. Yuck! Luckily it was not me that was painting the face of the little boy that threw up all over himself while the painting was going on. Thank God it was one of the members with kids, she handled it quite well...if it would have been me, there would have been a chain reaction of puke. So, since the projectile vomiting had already happened, I figured that that was the worst thing that was going to happen. I WAS WRONG!!! I was sitting in my chair and asked the next little girl, dressed as a princess to sit down. Her mother was a woman that I graduated with, I can't remember her name, she looked me right in the face and said...

"When are you due?"

I looked at her with total and complete disbelief and politely screamed, "WHAT! I'M NOT PREGNANT, DO I LOOK PREGNANT???" She looked at me and started crawfishing. She stammered, "Uh, nnnooo, I thought I heard you say you were pregnant." I looked at her and said, "NO, I'M NOT!" I finished her little girl's face and sent them on their way, and I know she felt the knives flying from my eyes into her back. But she didn't turn around. Now, I've explained that I am not a stick figure, but Idon't think I look pregnant. My boobs stick out way farther than my stomach does. So, here's a little tid bit of advice, if you ever look at a woman and she looks like she's about to pop, not even then is OK to ask when she is due. But, I'm sure you all know this already.

Until next time...

Single Girl

We should all be born with titanium joints!

First, I would like to say thank you to all of you that have sent happy thoughts Paw Paw's way! I went to the hospital today after work and Paw Paw looks great! He is no longer on pain medication that makes him loopy and he was in regular pj's, not the butt exposing hospital gown. Seeing him in a hospital bed freaks me out a little, but I found out that he is going home tomorrow and will have a physical therapist come to house a couple of times a week. I wish all of you could meet him! He is the most wonderful man I've ever known. I know that I never post pictures of people's faces, but I decided that since the majority of you that read this have known me since I was little, I would post a picture of dear, old Paw Paw so you can see how he's doing. And for those of you who have never met him, let me introduce you...





Everybody, this is Paw Paw. And just to let you know, that's how I introduce him to everyone. All of my friends called him Paw Paw and called my grandmother Nanny.

I told him this afternoon that once he gets better and can get back in the bay, I want to go fishing with him. I've never been fishing, he wouldn't take me before because I talk too much, you know, that scares the fish. And to tell you the truth, I never had any desire to go until now. I'm 31 years old, it's about time I go and who better to teach me.

Until next time...

Single Girl

Thank you...

Thank you for your happy thoughts and prayers. Paw Paw is doing great! My mom called me around 1p and said that he was in recovery and the doctors said that everything went exactly the way they thought it would. When my mom called me back around 3p she told me what room he was in and that they already had him up WALKING!!! (With a walker of course.) I couldn't believe it. Paw Paw is a stud! I left work early and went by the hospital, whatever they are giving my grandfather...I want some! He was so funny, I won't go into conversations we had because none of you know him but it was pretty comical! It's weird seeing him in a hospital bed...the man is 83 years old and he still gets out in bay and wade fishes, he still mowes his own lawn, he does all his own grocery shopping and can you believe this, this is only the second time he's ever been in the hospital. The first time was just two years ago. He's not even on any kind of medication. It blows my mind. I'm so lucky to have him as a Paw Paw!

Until next time...

Single Girl

Please Send Happy Thoughts!!!

Just a quick request for happy thoughts and prayers...Paw Paw is in the middle of hip replacement surgery as I type this. Everyone keeps telling me it will go fine, but I worry about everything. So, as soon as the surgery is done I will post on how he is doing.

Thanks,

Single Girl

I must be getting old...

As I told you all in a previous post, I attended my high school's 50th homecoming. It really was amazing. But, I also made mention of the fact that I was appalled at some of the happenings at the bonfire the night before. Before I go any further, I have to say that I never discuss politics. I'm a firm believer in, I'm not going to change your views and you are not going to change mine, so when the subject of politics comes up, I try to quickly change the subject. With that being said, some of you might not agree with how I feel on this subject. Again, I am not talking politics, so here we go...

I was raised in a predominately blue collar area of Houston. It's more of a suburb of Houston, it's not actually a city. Anyway, when I was in high school (1990-1994) when the National
Anthem was played people stopped talking, stood up and took their hats off and put their hand over their heart. This was not the case on 10/4/07. The announcer announced that the band would be playing the National Anthem and all of the adults stood, removed their hats, put their hands over their hearts but the students sat their and talked and laughed. One jackass even had the audacity to start jumping up and down on the aluminum stands. I'm sorry, but this is unacceptable! If my mother or grandparent (especially my Nanny) saw me acting like that when the National Anthem was played I would have received a beating like no other. When did parents stop teaching their children about respect for our country, our flag and our anthem. I wanted to cry, even though our community has never been known for being the "rich" area, we still had pride. I can even remember back in 1991, when Desert Storm was going on, we had a rally in our stadium for the troops. The rally recognized the families of the alumni that were in the military at that time. We had oak trees in front of our school and every one of them had a yellow ribbon tied around them. We had a board in the main office with a list of all alumni that were serving at that time. If memory serves, there were rallies all over the city of Houston at that time. I just don't understand how so much can change in 17 years. And, before you start leaving angry comments about how could I sit here and support the war etc...go back and read what I've written. I have not said that I am for OR against the war, and I'm not going to discuss my feeling on this war here.

So, after the anthem was played, they played the school song, fight song etc... Then they introduced the football team one by one. OH MY GOD!!! You would think that the coaches would sit the players down and explain that there would be A LOT of alumni in town because 50th festivities. You would think the parents would want their children to look nice when they are being introduced. This was not the case. Every member of the football team had to hold their pants up with one hand. Can someone explain to me why young men feel the need to wear their clothes 5 times too big? Couldn't someone have told them that the school was making a really BIG deal of this homecoming? I wanted to scream, "Take those damn sunglasses off. It's 8:00 at night. Is the moon blinding you???" Why couldn't someone have said, "You might want to tone the thug down just a tid bit." Maybe I'm just old, maybe I've become a prude of some sorts, but there has to be others out there that think the way I do.

Until next time...

Single Girl

Walking with Single Girl #3

I know that I said that the pictures featured in my "Walking with Single Girl" series would be pictures of my feet, but this was too cute not to post...




Killer Feet

This is a picture of Thing 2 at karate practice. I used to think there was nothing cuter than 7 year olds playing T-ball, I think I was wrong. Watching him in karate class is pretty damn cute.

Until next time...

Single Girl

50 Years & Still Struttin'

That was the theme for the Homecoming festivities Friday night. It was AWESOME!!! Friday marked the 50th homecoming game at my high school. Before the game started we had alumni walk across the field from the graduating class of 57-58 to the class of 06-07. The line of alumni stretched from the 50 yard line on the visitors side of the stadium all the way around the track to the home side of the stadium. It was amazing to see how much things have changed. (I was appalled at the bonfire on Thursday night, but I will save that for another post.) Anyway, the community I grew up in has grown tremendously since I was there. Anyway, after we walked across the field, the drill team alumni took the field with the current drill team girls. It was fun, but I will say this...if anyone ever suggests that alumni perform on the field ever again, with only one day to learn the dance and clean it, I will say NO! It was hot, humid, sticky and nerve-racking. After the game, there was a reception at the local hotel in our town. We had the lady who originated our drill team and 6 of the original line members there. I know that it was just a high school drill team, but Friday night it seemed like so much more. This little team that started in 1957 has meant so much to so many girls, ladies, women, whatever you want to call us. I can remember being little and looking up to some of those ladies that were there that night. Anyway, not only did we honor the first director, we honored a director that was there from 1962-1982 and the current director, who was my teacher/director/friend, she has been there since 1990. A week before the celebration, I got the news that I would be giving an award to my director. I agonized all week about what I would say about this woman; this woman who at times I hated, pushed me to limits I never knew I had, made me cry, but ultimately I loved unconditionally. So, I will share with you all what I said about The Director...

It doesn't seem like it's been 18 years since I met The Director. My freshman year was The Director's first year at "Our High School" and as a director and over the past 18 years, she has not only been my teacher and director she has become a very close friend. I hope she realizes how much of an impact she has on her students' life. She definitely had a huge impact on mine. For many of us, when we look back at high school the majority of our memories revolve around "the drill team" and for those of us, who were lucky enough to have her as a director, know that that was because of The Director. She taught us so many things that the average high school student will not learn until they are actually in "the real world." As a line member, she taught us to have pride: Pride for our country, our community, our team and ourselves. She taught us that with hard work and perseverance, anything was possible. She taught us the importance of team work. She helped our parents instill morals in us. She was one of those rare teachers that not only cared about her students, but also got to know them and their families as well. As an officer, she taught us the art of having tact. You learned how to keep the peace, and anyone who has ever been around 50 teenage girls at one time knows that this is no easy task. She taught us to be leaders not tyrants and she taught us that our critiques should be constructive not condescending. Because of The Director, I know the importance of lipstick, I know that PDA is not only tacky but also very unlady-like, I am one of a select few that know the meaning of "Mary Jane Curly," and I know that a sequined belt pinned in a V on a black unitard is not only fashionable but also quite slimming. I would like to take this opportunity to say thank you. Thank you for coming to our "town." Thank you for making us better dancers. Thank you for being such a positive role model. Thank you for encouraging us to dream. Thank you for always calling us ladies not girls. And thank you for never letting us settle for anything but our best. I sincerely hope that "the high school" knows how much you mean to this community and to your ladies, past and present.

Then the awards were over, there was dancing and a slide show with pictures of the last 50 years of our drill team. All in all, it was a pretty cool night.

Until next time...

Single Girl