I don’t want to sound old fashioned, but good manners never go out of style.
What do you think of this article?
How important are manners to you?
I will be the first to say that I am a cat person.
I have a heart for felines for some reason.
As most of you know, I lost my cat of six years a few weeks ago.
I swore off pets. I said that it was going to be a long time if ever before I got another cat.
Sam will be gone three weeks this Saturday, and the house has be empty without him.
I was perusing adoption sites and found these two. Needless to say, I couldn’t resist.
Here are Jerry Lee & Lewis. We are starting a new chapter together.
I encourage you to rescue and adopt your next pet. This is the season of giving. Think about giving a dog or cat a good home.
Natural disasters are no laughing matter. Honestly, where do they find the people they interview on the TV news? People often joke that after any natural disaster TV reporters scour trailer parks to find that right person to add their interjections regarding recent disaster.
Here are the top three things to remember if you have to be interviewed on any TV news show after a natural disaster.
1. Find the nastiest t-shirt you own preferably on that says something like “I went Honky Tonking on Broadway and all I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt.”
2. Scratch yourself randomly as you imitate the sounds the storm made.
“I was sittin’ watchin’ TV in the next thing I heard was ‘BOOM’! It sounded just like a freight train.”More often than not, any type of natural disaster automatically sounds like a freight train whether it be a tornado, hurricane, tsunami, etc.
3. Lastly, if you don’t have teeth, be sure you don’t put them in when the reporter comes. We don’t want the world to think that normal people are ever interviewed on broadcast news.
It may be just me, but it seems that special people and things have a short shelf life in our lives. It’s bitter sweet.
This past weekend I lost one of, if not, the truest friends I have ever had.
My cat, Sam, was a constant in my life. On bad days, he was there to give me one of his legendary pat downs with soothing purr. On good days, he was close just for companionship.
I know everyone says that there has never been a pet like his or hers, but it is true with Sam. I have yet to see a cat like him.
This is one of my favorite pictures of him. It looks like he’s in the middle of a therapy session.
When he came into my life six years ago, I could hold him in the palm of my hand. Saturday I was with him as he left this world.
My life is better because of Sam.
There will never be another cat like him, but I will always have him with me. I have the scars on my arm to prove it.
I love you Sammy boy, and thank you for being my friend.
Southerners are obsessed with funerals. The ideal funeral is cheap while staying spectacular. It all boils down to the music. Music can make or break a good home going service.
This weekend I was pursuing my music library to determine what melodies I want played as I make my way to glory. This is one of the selections that I am taking from the “Possum Playlist”.
I made my list and put it the lock box.
What songs do you want played at your funeral?
When you live in an old house you can expect several things, creaking floors and random drafts are pretty normal.
When nature decides to move in, that’s my cue to go to the Holiday Inn Express.
My standard uniform at home is gym shorts and a t-shirt. The key is efficient elasticity.
Needless to say, the first thing I did when I got home yesterday is change clothes. Better yet, the first thing I tried to do when I got home yesterday was attempt to change clothes.
I swung the bathroom door open, and there on the rug in front of the sink was a snake!
For the sake of what I am saying, it does not matter that snake was in its infancy. It was small. It doesn’t even matter that the snake was dead because my cat got to him before I did. What matters is there was a snake in my bathroom. It was my bathroom. It is really one of the top places I desire to be snake free.
I have no clue how it got there. I don’t where it came from, but it died in my bathroom.
Trying to seek some consolation and comfort in this time of personal trauma, I was told point blank, “It probably swam through the toilet.” My mind is totally at ease now. That confirms the fact it is safer to take care of my business in the yard if snakes are going to swim from the toilet and die on the rug in front of the sink.
I did not know what to do to keep this from happening again. If one snake could die in my bathroom, why can’t a whole community of snakes set up shop in my bathroom? I may go in today and find they’ve opened a day spa.
To remedy my situation, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I turned to Google. The best advice it gave was to burn the house down.
Well in all the blogs that I have read about blogging, it says never apologize for your absence from posting.
I cannot adhere to that rule. I am sorry that I haven’t posted in awhile.
There have been some exciting things happening. I will share that with you over the next few weeks.
Since my last posting, I started teaching college level courses in professional communication. That has been a great adventure. It has been fun seeing adult learners embark on their “dream” careers. It has made me ponder my future a lot!
This last quarter I had the maximum number of students one could have. I had to prioritize, and unfortunately my blog got a temporary cut.
But, I am back.
I am going to change the focus of this blog a bit.
In the past, it had been an amalgamation of human interest, but I am going to try to live truer to its name. Funny Southern style will be a blog about the humorous musings of Southern life from my perspective.
I hope you will enjoy the posts that will emerge in the near future.
I would love to hear your ideas!
Today, I had the privilege of attending the funeral of the legend that was George Jones.
When I was a young kid, I heard the song “I Don’t Need Your Rocking Chair”. I thought that was the greatest song ever by a new artist named George Jones. Through my excitement, I was quickly corrected that George was not new but, even at that time, a legend.
I never thought that I would have the opportunity to be at his celebration of life and home going services, but I was.
I have never been prouder to be apart of the country music community. Early this year, I was afforded the privilege of joining the Country Music Association. To my wildest dreams, I never thought I would be adopted in the country music family, but it happened. Though new and still unknown, I am glad that I can perpetuate the legacy of the music I love, and follow in the footsteps of cousin Minnie Pearl, Jerry Clower, Archie Campbell, and other country comedians that was so important to the art and performance of country music.
With this, I want to salute “The Possum” for making an indelible mark on our musical tradition, and further binding such a great community.
It has been a minute since I’ve updated my blog. I just wanted all my readers to know that I haven’t forgotten about you, and thank you for reading.
Some exciting things have happened over the past few weeks. I will share with more detail later, but for now enjoy this video by the late great Whitney Houston.