Friday, January 30, 2009

Things I've Done...How About You??

Have mercy...After a couple of really calm and restful weekends, this weekend is going to be a humdinger, although I should have lots of FUN to report but probably not until Sunday afternoon.

I've seen this going around and thought that it would be fun...I've done the things in pink.

1. Started your own blog 2. Slept under the stars 3. Played in a band

4. Visited Hawaii 5. Watched a meteor shower

6. Given more than you can afford to charity

7. Been to Disneyland/World 8. Climbed a mountain 9. Held a praying mantis

10. Sang a solo 11. Bungee jumped 12. Visited Paris

13. Watched a lightning storm at sea 14. Taught yourself an art from scratch

15. Adopted a child 16. Had food poisoning

17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty

18. Grown your own vegetables 19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France

20. Slept on an overnight train 21. Had a pillow fight 22. Hitch hiked

23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill 24. Built a snow fort

25. Held a lamb 26. Gone skinny dipping 27. Run a Marathon

28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice 29. Seen a total eclipse

30. Watched a sunrise or sunset 31. Hit a home run 32. Been on a cruise

33. Seen Niagara Falls in person 34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors

35. Seen an Amish community 36. Taught yourself a new language

37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied

38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person 39. Gone rock climbing

40. Seen Michelangelo’s David 41. Sung karaoke

42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt 43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant

44. Visited Africa 45. Walked on a beach by moonlight

46. Been transported in an ambulance 47. Had your portrait painted

48. Gone deep sea fishing 49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person

50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris 51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling

52. Kissed in the rain 53. Played in the mud 54. Gone to a drive-in theater

55. Been in a movie 56. Visited the Great Wall of China 57. Started a business

58. Taken a martial arts class 59. Visited Russia 60. Served at a soup kitchen

61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies 62. Gone whale watching

63. Gotten flowers for no reason

64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma 65. Gone sky diving

66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp 67. Bounced a check 68. Flown in a helicopter

69. Saved a favorite childhood toy 70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial

71. Eaten Caviar 72. Pieced a quilt 73. Stood in Times Square

74. Toured the Everglades 75. Been fired from a job

76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London 77. Broken a bone

78. Been on a speeding motorcycle 79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person

80. Published a book 81. Visited the Vatican 82. Bought a new car

83. Walked in Jerusulem 84. Had your picture in the newspaper

85. Read the entire Bible 86. Visited the White House

87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating 88. Had chickenpox

89. Saved someone’s life 90. Sat on a jury 91. Met someone famous

92. Joined a book club 93. Lost a loved one 94. Had a baby

95. Seen the Alamo in person 96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake

97. Been involved in a law suit 98. Owned a cell phone 99. Been stung by a bee


So...How about you????

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Miss Priss Strikes Again

She's at it assistant's four year old daughter came up with another zinger. Priss asked her mom to scramble her some eggs for breakfast the other day.

When mom didn't move quickly enough Miss Priss said, "Hey good lookin', time to get cookin'...those eggs aren't going to scramble themselves."

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Talk About a Steel Magnolia

I've been having a little bit of fun sharing some of my older posts from back when NOBODY was reading my blog. This one was originally posted back in May '08 and was QUITE a night. Hank and I felt a strange combination of emotions...we were mad as heck but really proud at the same time. Tell me what you think...

May 5, 2008

Lorelai is a high school senior and attends a small private school in our community. Legare went to the local public high school. I'm a big believer in public education but also a big believer that not every situation is good for every child. Legare would not have liked Lor's school but it is perfect for her.

She invited a boy (here ever after known and referred to in this blog as "Boy") she has known acquaintance attend her prom on Saturday night. Boy is a friend of Lor's friend Riley's boyfriend, Ralph.

J.D., a good ol' lowcountry boy who attends the same church youth group that Lor does asked her to his prom at Legare's alma mater on Friday night. Our good ol' boy wore a black tux with a camouflage vest and tie. Some of you may be cringing but honest to goodness, NOBODY is more peculiar about things than this southern belle and I'll really did work for him. We all liked it....even Legare, who has very little camouflage in his wardrobe and definitely Hank, who has a lot of camouflage in HIS wardrobe. Lorelai wore her gorgeous pageant gown and they made quite a nice picture. She had a fine time and J.D. was quite the gentleman.

Saturday night was another story entirely. Lor and I were both feeling edgy for some odd reason as Boy's arrival time drew near. He was on time but something just wasn't right...a mother's intuition. Hank and I only laid eyes on Boy once before and he didn't make enough of an impression on either one of us that we even remembered what he looked like. He was oddly chatty...
We went out in the front yard to do the requisite photos of the presentation of the boutonniere and corsage then Hank, Legare and I followed Boy and Lor the 10 miles or so to the country club where the whole group was assembling to meet the limousine.

I'll be dadgummed if Boy didn't run off the side of the road three times between here and there. I was fit to be tied by the time we parked the car and joined the group of students and parents snapping pictures. I spoke to a couple of folks and noticed Lor out the corner of my eye walking arm in arm with her daddy under the oaks. After a few minutes she walked back toward Boy, whom Ralph had engaged in quite an animated conversation over by the golf course.

Hank informed me very matter-of-fact-like that Lor, in a likewise manner, informed him that Boy had been drinking and that she was telling him that he had to leave. She wasn't ASKING Hank what she should do. She was TELLING him what she was GOING to do. All she needed from him was to keep ME as far away from the whole thing as possible....she could handle it and didn't want me going into "mama rage" all over Boy. By this time, a couple of other parents were noticing that something wasn't quite right and began strolling over toward the golf course where Lor, our beautiful, strong, confident, 17 year old steel magnolia of a southern belle was giving Boy what for!!! I don't know when we've been so proud.

Boy went on his way....good riddance to an immature pitiful excuse for a prom date who had so little respect for our daughter, her parents, her friends, her school and HIMSELF that he would come into our home, put her in his vehicle and drive her through town to meet the limo for her senior prom while TANKED!!! Thank GOD, that He had already laid a sense of unrest about the whole thing on both Lor and me. HOW DARE THIS BOY PUT OUR DAUGHTER IN HIS TRUCK AND SO MUCH AS START THE IGNITION WHEN HE WAS UNDER THE INFLUENCE. My only regret is that we didn't take his keys and wait with him for his daddy to come get all happened so fast and we were so distracted with Lorelai that we weren't thinking.

How does one salvage prom night after such a brouhaha? We (moms and friends) gave Lor about 60 seconds to sob and with a flurry of make-up cases, water bottles, and diet cokes, our gal pulled herself together and joined the others for group photos minus Boy. Did I already say good riddance to bad rubbish?? She told me later that in a symbolic gesture, she ripped the corsage off of her wrist and slammed it into the ladies room trash can. Then I reminded her that Boy didn't even buy the corsage...her daddy and I bought the corsage. Oh well...if it made her feel better...
Even though she admits that for another hour or so she really just wanted to WAIL, she held her head up high, got in the limo, and had a good time with her really really good and caring friends for the rest of the evening. I'll tell you what took a lot of character for her to do what she did and it surely was not easy, especially with most of the high school and their parents milling around 50 feet away. She's quite something, our Lorelai!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Brilliant! Or just too tired to fight?

Last Friday as I drove home from a meeting, I remembered that I had a roll of wallpaper in the back of the car that I needed to return. We papered a bathroom back in the fall, and while I'd procrastinated on the return and figured that they wouldn't take it back after four months, I was driving right by the store and thought I'd give it a whirl.

I walked into the interior design/wallpaper shop and made my case. The clerk was happy to look up my account but was clear that after 90 days, they did not take returns. Sure enough, my 90 days were over back in December. So....OK...I didn't follow the rules...I understand that.

Not caring to bring an odd roll of wallpaper home to put in a cabinet just to throw away in 10 years, I said with a sigh in a defeated sort of way, "You just keep it...I'm not going to do anything with it but eventually throw it away." The clerk replied, "Alright then, well thank you so....wait...what??"

"You just keep it. I'm not going to use it so you just might as well try to sell it again," I repeated.

Another woman walked up behind the counter...I think she was the owner...and said, "Do we still have this pattern in stock...look and see." The clerk did and sure enough they still had it. While she wouldn't give me cash back, she did give me a store credit, which was hunky dory.

Shoot...I know I wasn't brilliant. I was just exhausted from a very busy week at work and didn't have any fight left in me. Still and all...I DID get my way didn't I?! Could it be that, in the right situation, PITIFUL works better than tough? for thought.


Don't forget to mail your Valentine Swap packages!! Mine are going in the mail at lunchtime today!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Ever Get Frustrated?

Apparently I was trapped in that chair and NOT getting my way.

Hank says I STILL get that look on my face when I don't get my way.

EDITORIAL COMMENT 1/25/09- I've been dubbing old VHS tapes of when my kids were little over to DVDs this afternoon and all of a sudden, I realize the they BOTH looked exactly like the picture of me when they were little and didn't get their ways! Oh my goodness!!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Three Quotation Thursday

She lived in capital letters.
Al Carmine in his Eulogy for Marion Tanner, model for Auntie Mame

That's quite a compliment, I think.

If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
Jimmy Buffet

A year or so ago when my mother and Ned were here for an extended visit while we were finding someone to help them back at their house, things got more than a little tense. Something or other struck me SO funny one night while we were eating supper and just I started laughing...a great big belly laugh. I laughed so long and so hard that tears were streaming down my face. I finally got hold of myself and felt so much was amazing.

Charm is a glow within a woman that casts a most becoming light on others.
John Mason Brown

This quotation just makes me want to be the most charming southern belle in the world....I like the idea of casting a becoming light on others because the glow then reflects back on you and that is FAR better than putting someone down. I've been practicing this a little bit with a difficult coworker and I'll seems to work on that individual AND makes me feel better about myself. Holding on to bitterness can be toxic to everybody...the older I get the more I realize that a bad attitude just doesn't accomplish anything...NOT that I'm perfect...I have my moments but I'm REALLY trying...How about you?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Big News

My administrative assistant was leaving her house one morning with Miss Priss, her four year old daughter, in tow. As they walked to the car, Priss said, "Today is January 12th." Her mother looked at her and said, "How did you know what the date is?" Miss Priss looked up at her, hand on hip, and replied, "I WATCH the NEWS!!!!!"

Who knew!

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Terry--Please Phone Home

Actually...Terry from Cherished don't need to telephone. If you'll just e-mail me at that would be fabulous. Your swap partner is having trouble getting in touch and needs your e-mail address. I'll be more than glad to forward it to her. I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL WE ALL GET OUR PRESENTS IN THE MAIL...I love presents!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE THEM!

I Can't Help It...

I'm trying to organize my photo files and know that some of you have seen these pictures but I just had to show Lorelai off again. She was in her first ever beauty pageant last year...was most photogenic, wrote the best essay, and was second runner up. Every southern belle needs to be in at least one pageant, I suppose, as long as they go about it in the right spirit.

The photographer could tell right off the bat that she would ham it up for him and boy did she. We all laughed and laughed while he snapped and snapped.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Valentine Swap Partners

AND we're OFF...
I drew names out of a hat (actually in the Land of Belle it was a sweetgrass basket)
and here are the swap partners. I checked the list five times but that doesn't
mean I didn't mess something up. If I did, just let me know ASAP.

Queenie Jeannie and Meghan at The Best of Fates

Remember the plan. We'll buy our goodies and get them in the mail no later than January 27. The theme is LOVE and FRIENDSHIP and I propose that $25 be our guiding cost, not including shipping, and that each blogger should do a post on what they receive from their partner sometime right around Valentine's Day.

Now QUICK...go to your partner's blog and leave a comment to let them know the process has started. You'll need share your e-mail addresses so that you can communicate mailing addresses in private. If you don't mind, leave me a comment after you've connected so I'll know that everybody is covered. Include the answers to the following questions either in a comment or the might want to ask each other some additional questions (or answer the questions in a post so that your entire group of readers can learn more about you.) It's entirely up to you...

I can hardly wait to see all the fun stuff we share...


Coffee, Tea, Both or Neither?

Regarding chocolate...Milk, Dark, White, All, None

What are your hobbies?

Do you collect anything?

What are your favorite colors?

What magazines do you subscribe to or routinely purchase
(we don't want to buy you something you already have!)

Do you like to cook?

Do you like to read? What is your favorite book?

Favorite music?

Do you like to work in the yard?

Do you like to entertain?

Favorite stores?

Packages need to go in the mail, with a delivery confirmation please, no later than January 27th so that we all have time to enjoy our surcies awhile before February 14.

Friday, January 16, 2009

How Hank Got in Hot Water...

We were both at home for lunch the other day and Hank asked me what I thought we should have for supper. I indicated that he should choose because I was going to have a protein shake and a salad. I'd worn a skirt the day before that was a little bit tight. In a moment of apparent temporary insanity he looked over at me and said, "I thought I noticed a little something (translation FAT) that wasn't there (pointing toward my "middle") before the holidays."

Hot Hot HOT water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By the way....don't forget the Valentine's Swap. The deadline is tonight (Friday, the 16th). I'll do the pairings first thing Saturday morning.

Hank might not be getting a Valentine this year!!!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

What's In a Name... the case of Precious, our little maltese, not much. She looks cute, I'll give her that; however, her name should be Miss I Am the Center of the Universe and Will Fuss and Whine and Get All in a Dither When I Don't Get My Way.

I've got news for old Precious...I, Belle, am Miss I Am the Center of the Universe and Will Fuss and Whine and Get All in a Dither When I Don't Get My Way and she's not taking my spot! To top it off, I'm just not much of an animal lover...mother (remember my mother???) didn't let us have pets growing up.

When Lorelai was about ten, she wanted a puppy worse than anything. We had an ornery cat and two dead dogs who had lived outside before going to their great reward in dog heaven. A new dog needed to be able to stay inside where it could get some attention and therefore had to be small, not shed, and definitely not smell. I saw the cutest little Maltese one day and got the bright idea (yes, it's MY fault) that a Maltese would be perfect for our household. We found a breeder four hours away and got on her list. The night she called to tell us our puppy was ready, Lor danced around the house and laughed until she cried...she was BEYOND happy!

Bright and early on the Saturday of 4th of July weekend in 2000, we hopped in the car and headed up I-95 to get the pup. Twelve hours later, having survived brushes with several crazy holiday drivers, we were back at home with the new member of the family.

Precious has never quite understood her role in this family. She thinks that she is a person. She is rude when we have guests. Lorelai has always loved hugging and cuddling up with Precious but not so much the washing and feeding. Hank quickly became the primary caregiver and he has her utterly and completely spoiled. They sit together in the recliner every night and watch television. She cries when he leaves and when we all go away, we have to get someone to come check on her as she is too sensitive to leave at the kennel. If she doesn't like the way the person looks she won't go out so we had to talk the lady who cleans our house once a week into coming back when we're gone...Precious likes her. If Daisy is out of town, we can't go out of town.

Don't forget about the Valentine's Day Swap!!!!

Precious will get upset...

Monday, January 12, 2009

A Valentine's Day Swap

I've never hosted a swap before and thought that this might be a fun time to do one. Here's how it goes. Anybody who wants to participate should let me know by commenting by January 16. I'll pair everybody up randomly (you know I love the good old pull the names from a hat method), we'll buy our goodies and get them in the mail no later than January 27. If you want to mention the swap on your blog to try to drum up a few more participants, feel free!

The theme is LOVE and FRIENDSHIP and I propose that $25 be our guiding cost, not including shipping, and that each blogger should do a post on what they receive from their partner sometime right around Valentine's Day.

Anybody want to share a little love and friendship with a blog buddy?

Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Scary Television

For those who are not familiar with my mother and my brother Ned, you might need to click HERE to get to know them before you continue reading.

The 12 year old television in mother's den gave out on her a couple of months ago, leaving her and Ned with just the smaller TV from the bedroom to watch. Each of them is used to having his/her own television. She wanted a new TV just exactly like the one she had and there was not one to be found SO, we gave them a spare from our house to keep peace in the valley, so to speak.

Our Panasonic was an inch or two larger than her old RCA, but it was close enough and had a simple remote. We put it in the den, turned it on and away things went....

Mother:'s too big....the color is too's too loud...IT'S GOING TO SCARE NED!

Belle: What? It's a's NOT going to scare Ned. NED...come in here...what do you think of the you like it....does it scare you?

Mother: Don't say that...don't ask him that...why would you ask him that?

Belle: You just SAID that the TV was going to SCARE Ned. Well, Ned...are you scared?

Ned: I like it...where's the remote?

(Ned proceeds to sit down on the floor in front of the TV to find his favorite channel...)

Mother (muttering under her breath): I don't know why you'd say such a thing...putting ideas in his head like that...

So...We're thinking that the television situation is resolved. About three nights later, mother calls. Hank answers (he's SO patient with her) and she tells him that the TV we brought to them is broken. It won't turn on. She'll just HAVE to get another one. He asks her about the remote then he gets Ned on the phone and asks him about it....same just won't turn on. Mother gets back on the line and Hank explains that we'll go buy her a new one but she needs to understand that it is NOT going to be anything like what she has...the screen will be flat and more rectangular than squarish and they'll have to get high definition or the picture won't be as crisp and clear and....Mother interrupts and asks him to hang on for a minute....she returns and says....

I jiggled the cord and it came back's a miracle...what a relief. Bye now!

Let's say it all together now....GOOD GRIEF!!!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Three Quotation Thursday popular demand...Three Quotation Thursday!

"Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."
Abraham Lincoln

Belle says: What else is there to say? It's pretty simple, really...

"Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience."

Belle says: I really need to learn to walk away OR keep my mouth shut OR both. Sometimes I'm the idiot!

"As you journey through life take a minute every now and then to give a thought for the other fellow. He could be plotting something. "
Hagar the Horrible

Belle wonders: Is there someone out there plotting something against me? I don't think so but then again... Wait...what about the new girl? Paranoia is not an attractive southern belle quality, is it? Guess I'll have to get her first! (I'm KIDDING or am I? Really, I AM!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

I'll Be!!

I'll be if Southern Whimsey hasn't passed along another Lemonade Award to me! I'm humbled and oh so grateful for the vote of confidence. Go over there and visit...Whimsey is one of my new faves.


I'll pass the award along by and by...

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Happy Things to Share

All Things Southern and Preppy, Confessions of a 40-Something Mama Queen AND Small Town Girl passed a long a wonderful award to me.

Good GOLLY do I LOVE an award and I do so appreciate the kind thoughts and words. I don't know when I've enjoyed anything as much as I enjoy blogging. I surely do wish I could make a career out of it.

Here are the rules:1. Put the logo on your blog or post. 2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show GREAT ATTITUDE and/or GRATITUDE! 3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post. 4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog. 5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

I want to pass the love along to 10 great blogs that I enjoy reading on a routine basis. They make me laugh, they make me cry, they make me absolutely want to do things perfectly (Miss Janice, that's you!) and generally make me a better blogger because I don't EVER want to disappoint anybody who reads my blog.

There are SO many more of you out there and one of these days an award will make it to you too...stick with me!!

All Things Southern and Preppy, who is QUICKLY becoming one of my favorite people passed along another award to me that I should have passed along awhile ago but I just got SO caught up in holiday magic that I put it on the back burner. It's the Smile Award...goodness knows I TRY...some days are easier than others...

The qualifications to receive the award are:

A. Display a cheerful attitude- I'm pretty successful most days
B. Love one another - You know, it can be a challenge some days...not with blog friends but boy howdy some of the people I work with...YIKES
C. Make mistakes - I'm the QUEEN...
D. Learn from others- Yes, I do...every single day.
E. Be a positive contributor to the blog world- I hope that I am...I try really hard!
F. Love life- I do indeed!
G. Love kids- Education is my life's work...who do we think is going to take care of us in our old age if we don't love and nurture each new generation?

The Rules:
1. Must link it back to the creator
2. Post the rules
3. Choose 5 people to give it to
4. Recipients must fit the characteristics above
5. Create a post to share this
6. You must thank the winner

I'm going to pass this along to:

Monday, January 5, 2009

January 5, 2009...No More Bad Belle

Legare is back in Chapel Hill....Lorelai will be leaving this afternoon to go back to the time you're reading this, I will be sitting at my desk after two weeks of vacation. Hank doesn't want to hear my complaining because he only had three days off during the holidays. I'm also starting back on my low carb diet today. I lost almost almost 30 pounds last year but put the diet on the back burner during the kids' graduations and never really got back in the groove...I've gained back about seven pounds. Todd the Trainer quit on me a couple of months ago and I allowed that to be my excuse for not going to the gym...I've been a Bad Belle!

TODAY IS A NEW DAY!! I'll be in the gym shortly after 4:00 PM. I'll give you an update on February 5...YOU, my blog friends are going to be the ones who hold me accountable because I would NEVER want to disappoint you...not in a million years.

I'm also getting some other priorities in order...I urge you to go over to Warm Pie Happy Home to see what Ruth Ann wrote about getting a good start to the new year. She made me think about several things, one of which is my career. Last year, I let a special project take me over just a bit....I'm took me over almost completely for several months. While my efforts, along with help from others, made a big difference for a group of at-risk students, I need to do a better job reminding myself that my true life's work is here at home for my family. I've got to leave my work outside the home at the office and really "be present" for my wonderful husband and children.

Yes, is a new day!

Saturday, January 3, 2009


Confessions of a 40-Something Mama Queen....otherwise known as Tardevil, passed along a fabulous award to me awhile ago and I hope that she'll forgive me for saving the passing on of the love until after the holidays. NEWS FLASH...this just in...I'm also receiving this from lmerie at The Green Grass Grows All Around....I LOVE BLOGGING, I DO I DO I DO. I knew that my blog inspiration would start to wane and I wanted to be able to get people all excited again with some fun. There are others of you out there who I'm going to asking forgiveness of also...the passing out of other awards and tags is coming SOON!

Here are the rules...
1) Add the award image to your sidebar.
2) Copy and paste the rules and instructions in your post.
3) When posting on receiving the award, make sure you include the person who gave you the award and link it back to them.
4) Post 5 of your addictions.
5) Post 5 winners and link it back to them as well.
6) Let your winners know you gave them an award by leaving them a comment on their blog.

WOW...Five addictions...this will be a no brainer as I have about 500 addictions...

1. My fuzzy old warm red plaid bathrobe. Hank says that I'd better be searching for a spare as he is concerned that I might have some kind of spell if something happened to it.

2. Blogging...duh

3. The television show LOST.

4. Pepsi...but I'm about to beat this one.

5. Morning Joe on MSNBC...he just about aggravates the life out of me most mornings but I keep going back...

I've been having fun making new friends and catching up with old friends over the holidays...let's see...I'm going to pass this along to:

Belle in Bloom

Thank God for FRYdays

A Southern Accent

Are You Serious!

Southern Whimsy

Friday, January 2, 2009

I Had a Plan

I had a plan for this final afternoon of vacation. It involved a sofa, television, and DVD of The Women.

There are four teenagers in my den watching my television and using my DVD player. They are sitting on my sofa. I am unhappy...

Additional remarks at 10:34 PM--I finally got my space back later in the afternoon and enjoyed about four hours of doing absolutely was glorious!

One of my Favorite Posts from 2008

I was looking back through some of my early posts when hardly anybody was reading my blog and thought I'd share one of my favorites with you (although it didn't get a single comment when I wrote it back in July). Here...for your reading pleasure...


We were reminiscing last night about some of my early culinary mishaps when Hank and I first got married. I still cannot fry "real" chicken...that is, chicken on the bone. Over the years I've learned to do pretty well with chicken tenders...soak them in Texas Pete, shake them up in self rising flour with some salt and pepper, fry them in the deep fryer until nice and golden brown. Yummmmmmmmy! They are one of Legare's favorites.

I don't like to think that I've ever been a disappointment to anyone, save a nice sweet lowcountry grandma...not my own, thank goodness. WAY back in the day when I was a fresh-faced newly married 21 year old first year high school music teacher, one of my students, a great big football player named Abe, overheard me lamenting to another teacher that I just could NOT fry chicken to save my life. On my first attempt, I had dredged it in corn meal (a la fried fish) rather than flour, and bless Hank's sweet heart, he tried to eat it, but it was scorched on the outside and raw in the middle. I'd seen the error of my ways regarding the corn meal, but dredging it in flour didn't produce any better result. The next time it was done in the middle and soggy on the outside.

It had never occured to Abe that a grown woman might not be able to fry chicken and this new information troubled him. He showed up the next morning (a Friday) with instructions from his grandmama written down in pencil on paper yanked out of a spiral notebook. His expectation, and hers as well, was that I would practice over the weekend and report back on Monday morning. I was young and used to following instructions from my elders so I did just that. If we'd had a smoak alarm back then, which we didn't, it would have gone off twice. When I messed it up on Saturday morning for the first time, I went back to the grocery store and started all over again on Sunday. It was sad...I wanted to cry...How was I going to report back to Abe and his grandma that I had failed?!

Abe was at my door before school started on Monday morning for a full report. He shook his head in disappointment as I spared not a single detail of my efforts...there was no denying that I was a Chicken Frying Failure. On Tuesday morning, there was a message in my box to call Abe's grandma. She made me recount my process step by step and told me to try again. My report on Wednesday was no better. On Thursday afternoon, she showed up in the office with a tin plate of fried chicken (still to this day the best I've ever had) for Hank's supper. She had rallied the troops and another grandma was there with a macaroni pie...the school secretary brought broccoli casserole and the custodian's wife sent a banana pudding. They were afraid that Hank was starving. I eventually mastered the macaroni pie, broccoli casserole and banana pudding, but I remain, to this day, a REAL Chicken Frying Failure. Thank goodness for chicken tenders.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

The First 2009 Life of a Southern Belle Award Goes To...

For those of you who aren't familiar with the award, I'm continually discovering new blogs that I enjoy reading and sometimes I read things that just inspire me or tickle me to no end and I say to that gal is a Southern Belle. Southern Belleness transcends is a philosophy...a state of and substance...wit and and sunshine...grit and, and so much more. The standards for receiving the award are high indeed.

Visiting Kat's blog just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Whether she's doing wonderful things with or for her husband, her children, her friends...she has such a beautiful heart and sense of style that you just have to feel inspired. Go on over for a visit and you'll see what I mean in short order.