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Sadly, the love affair between Upsaid and myself has run it's course. I am less than satisfied with what it has to offer especially because it is a paid blog site. I am currently moving all my old post over to the new blog and when that is done I will post the new address here so everyone will know how to find me.

Hugs,

Dawn

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On Sunday John and I went to eat lunch at The Super Chinese Happy Buffet…not to be confused with the Super Terrific Happy Hour. We have eaten there a few times but never while there was a crowd.

I swear it was like herding cattle into the sale barn. I was shocked at the behavior witnessed while I shuffled in line, trying desperately to make it to the pot stickers before Lulu from Hee Haw ate off my right arm. With no regards for the rules (line forms to the right) people rushed the buffet, sloshing food on their plate. Piling entrée on top of entrée until you could no longer tell the difference between the Sesame Chicken and Moo Shoo Pork. It was disgusting. And since when do you just grab egg rolls with your hands and not utilize the tongs?

Of course this could have everything to do with location. I also noticed that patrons of the establishment have become so lazy they are bringing 2 or more plates up to the line at a time. Not for a child mind you, but for themselves. Holding the line up while they set one plate down to fill another, then try to pick them both up while balancing a bowl of sweet and sour on top. Unreal.

And why is it so hard to get a Coke at a Chinese buffet? No, Pepsi is not okay, what did Coca Cola do to piss off the communist? I guess my dream of floating down the Yangtze River while drinking a Coke will never happen. Damn. Someone once told me that Coca- Cola in Chinese means "bite the wax tadpole" Nice. No wonder they don’t want to drink it. After all, a wax tadpole is gross but the octopus tentacles floating in a snot broth are not.

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I was born in the wrong era. If my calculations are correct, I should have been born in 1925. One of my most favorite movies of all time, Fried Green Tomatoes, came on Encore this morning. I have seen it no less than 100 times and it never gets old. I can identify more with the role of Idgie Threadgoode (played by Mary Stuart Masterson) than any other character portrayed in film.

I have begged John for a year and a half now to watch this movie with me. Of course he would rather be deep fried in hog fat, so this has yet to happen. But I hold out hope that one day he will indulge me the couple of hours and give in.

There are several things about Idgie that duplicate my inner core. She was the rebel rouser, one of the boys, refusing to conform to society and how they thought she should be behaving. I think 90% of the reason I wish I was born in 1925 was so I could have had a broader stage to perform my antics on. Woman like me are quite common now but in 1925, not so much. Alas, the good Lord knew how much of me this world could handle and when….my family may disagree with that statement.

When I was 13 I went to stay with my cousins in Perrin, Texas for a couple of weeks. It was my grandmother’s idea. She felt that cousin Teresa would be a good influence. They tried diligently, God bless them. I learned how to bake pies and make Chicken Fried Steak. I sat quietly in church while the pastor preached of fire and brimstone. I was “good” for the first few days. Sadly, the family attempt to suppress my wild spirit failed and after I was caught dippin…skinny and Skoal. I was sent home with a kiss and a prayer.

“That child is as wild as a March hare, she will never make any man a good wife unless she learns how to submit to authority and fear God. She needs to learn what her place is as a woman and stop running around with you boys all day acting like she doesn’t have a set of tits.” – Randy Branson Sr. 1986

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Coleton has started blogging. We have told him for months that he needed to start writing. So, out of boredom yesterday he did. Here is the link...


Giggle.

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Anyone who reads this blog knows I get nostalgic…a lot. Today was one of those days. An email from an old friend brought back a memory I had not thought about in 22 years. She, like me, is a true child of the 80’s and while I didn’t jump on the Rick Springfield band wagon like she did we shared a mutual passion for The Von Erich’s. They were the sole reason we met when we did and our outré behavior regarding the famed wrestling family soon caused a mass cult following within the walls of H.F. Stevens middle school.

Our lockers where like mini shrines. Mine devoted to Kerry, Rachel’s to Kevin. Our entire Saturday night was dedicated to wrestling. I can remember turning the TV to channel 11 and struggling through the last few minutes of Austin City Limits so I would make sure to not miss the beginning of World Class Championship Wrestling. As I am writing this I can hear the theme song from Close Encounters, the same music used for the into to the show. It was good wholesome fun, real or not. I loved it. Then tragedy struck.

On February 10, 1984 I was staying at my grandmothers for the weekend when the phone rang. To my surprise it was Rachel. My mom had given her the number. She was crying uncontrollably. She was calling to tell me that David Von Erich had died while in Japan. This was my first experience with loss. My Grandmother was repulsed by our behavior. Ahhh, the generation gap, it always seemed to screw me when it came to my elders. The following week at school must have been very nauseating for the faculty. Masses of teenage girls grieving, being dramatic, not able to do their schoolwork. Giggle. What a scene.

Memories…nobody can ever take them from you. Here we are decades later later trying to make time for lunch, dinner, something while juggling work, family, and home. Her husband is having surgery and will be down and out for 6 weeks. I am sure after that ordeal she will need a drink. I hope so, I miss her.

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