Your New Year Pantie Color Guide

Day 222
Listening to: Imma be (Blacked Eyed Peas – y’all)
Thought for the day: “Hope…. Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’…” ― Alfred Tennyson

I’d like to dedicate day 222 to my friend Stephanie Connole. Why you ask? Several years ago, Stephanie introduced me to the significance of the color of panties you wear as you transition to the New Year. Initially, Steph’s undie prophecy only included yellow (wearing yellow undies = a year of prosperity). After some research, however, I’ve discovered that there are other colors with significance. Consider this your New Year pantie guide. If you’re wondering, this is a Brazil, Venezuela and Peru tradition.

YELLOW means a year of prosperity, wealth and success.
RED means a year full of passion and romance.
PINK means a year of luck in love.
WHITE means a year of peace, harmony and happiness.
BLUE means a year of good health.
GREEN means a year of better luck.

So my question is what if you want all of this? How do you wear all of these colors? Last year I devised a plan. PANTIE SCRUNCHIE!!!! I’m doing it again this year. You’re looking at a pink pantie scrunchie. Pretty eh?

Does it work? Who knows? However, last year I reached a life-long goal in my 401K (yellow panties) and had numerous opportunities for love (red panties – though none of it felt right, I can’t blame the panties). So hey………… if you don’t have the apropos undies WalMart is probably still open. Thank me later. Also. Eat your black eyed peas.

WE ARE. TITANS. WE ARE. TITANS.

Day 221
Listening to: How You Like Me Now
Thought for the day: Gratitude is the memory of the heart.  ~Jean Baptiste Massieu, translated from French

Though the Make Kris a Fan project will not be complete until the confetti flies at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome in New Orleans, my Titans assignments came to an end today.  What better way to end this experience than with a Titans win and in the company of friends, both old and new.  Sabrina recently asked what my favorite game experience was.  I have so many it’s difficult to name just one.  At every single game, I have met someone new and spent time with people I love.  I’m a bit speechless to be honest.  The kindness people have shown over the past few months is overwhelming.   If you contributed in any way to the Titans portion of Make Kris a Fan project (and there are several of you), please know I am grateful beyond measure.

Today’s photo:  After visiting with Abby and Mark at half time, I ran into Charles, an old friend of mine from high school.  He hugged me, noticed my lack of Titans attire, and said, “You need some of these.”  He held up Titans face tattoos.  He then proceeded to stick them to my face like I was a kid.  After we were done, we laughed, took the photo and said goodbye.

When Life Contradicts Shakespeare

Day 220
Listening to: Tusk
Thought for the day: “My heart is as full as my glass,
When I drink to you, old friend!” ~old toast

Shakespeare once said, “Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.” My life contradicts this sentiment. I didn’t have to look very hard to find faithful friends and for that I’m grateful.

For the first eight years of my childhood, my life was ideal. My family lived in the close-knit community of Tullahoma, my mom was a stay-at-home mom, and my Dad had a good job at the Arnold Air Force base. I had a wonderful group of friends and was building strong bonds. Then, my parents divorced and my Mom uprooted my brother and me and moved us to Nashville. It was total upheaval for me. I spent time tonight with the people who became my friends not long after the move. I don’t think any of them know how critical their friendship was to me in those early years following my parent’s divorce. I only wish I had known back then that I would be so in love with these people and their spouses as a middle-aged woman. I love that my childhood friends stay in touch. Though we are all older and wiser, the traits that connected us all still exist.

Jones-ing For Me Some Sun

Day 219
Listening to:  I Dreamed a Dream
Thought for the day:  To love another person is to see the face of God.

It’s been five days since I have seen the sun.  My brain is aching for the burn that occurs when you look directly at the sun after emerging from a dark room.  I am seriously Jonesing for me some sun.  I didn’t want to go anywhere today and my brain was throwing up a big red light in resistance to plans I had made.    Then, something strange happened.  To be more exact, friends happened.  My day was filled with friends, friends who bring much light and love into my life.    I started my day with a hug and ended my day with a hug.  All I’ve got to say is…………….. BRING ON THE 6th SUNLESS DAY!!!!

A Peek at December 1918 in Old Hickory Village

Day 218
Listening to: Carry On Wayward Son
Thought for the day:  Every mile is two in winter.  ~George Herbert

While walking Pearl in the very cold and premature dark December afternoon, my mind wandered to 1918.  With Christmas lights still illuminating my way, it was a bit difficult to imagine December, 1918 in Old Hickory Village.  WWI was over and the people working at the gun powder plant knew their time in the village was coming to an end.  I decided to pull out Lou Cretia Owen’s diary to see what her life was like in December, 1918. Lou Cretia was a member of the Women’s Work Department.  This is one of the pages from her diary.  The photo is of a street sweeper from the transportation department she speaks about in her words.  I didn’t edit her words. I’ve retyped them exactly as she typed them (some of it doesn’t make sense).

December 14, 1918

Am trying to visit each department before the plant closes.  My time is limited.  Only get to meet the department heads when have to go them for some information or for some business connected with some of the girls.

Went to the transportation department to see about getting a new buggy.  My horse ran away yesterday and all but wrecked my buggy.  I needed a new one and just said that believed would have to have my old wrecked before could get it.  When started away from Livingston Street hospital, my horse started just as I reached the buggy and before could get in.  He was always gentle and I never hitch him.  The faster I walked, the faster he went, when I ran, he galloped.  We had a real race which ended with him caught in a fence.  A policeman came and took him away.

I found the transportation department a busy place.  When the plant was the busiest, it required 525 teams, 135 trucks and 2661 saddle horses to be distributed over the plant.

In addition to distributing the teams, trucks, etc, the department sprinkles, sweeps and cleans the concrete road that runs into the plant.  The department averaged unloading from 300 to 400 cars per day.

Placed a girl, released from the O.D. department today in the village commissary to clerk.  The manager said that the preceding week they sold $4,300 worth of groceries, $85 cigars and candies in addition to other products.  There are six distributing places here.

Photo: Hagley Museum

HAM, HAM, HAM

Day 217
Listening to: Islands in the Stream
Thought for the day: Ham in the morning, ham in the evening, ham at supper time.

Behold. This is a young Kris in her natural habitat. As Kris-es age, they tend to stop sitting on counter tops and opt for a comfy couch. Regardless, the Kris can normally be seen shoving food in her mouth.

I wish I had something fun or insightful to share with you today, but I’ve been holed up in my house for the past two days with ham, ham, ham, ham, and more ham. It’s like the leftover apocalypse in my house. I had a friend refer to my condition as “cloistered” today as he offered to bring me bean soup. Feeling like a soul brainwashed to watch bad daytime TV and eat only ham, I declined his offer. Ham insanity aside, it has felt good to be a slug. It’s a rare state of being for me. I couldn’t be a career slug, however. My energy level is hanging out in the basement with the cave crickets doing whatever it is cave crickets do. Good news though. Tomorrow, I break out and try to wean myself off of ham. I’ll see y’all on the other side.

A Grandmother’s Burden

Day 216
Listening to: Christmas Rappin’
Thought for the day: I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.  ~Charles Dickens

 

The year? 1996. The occasion? This is the last time I saw my Grandmother alive and it was on Christmas Day. Normally, she hosted the family on Christmas Day night. Earlier in the year, however, she had experienced a stroke and the family gathering was cancelled. I went to see her anyway. I have been haunted by this visit ever since. I had a good visit with her, but she was extremely sad about the number of divorces/problems among my cousins and me. She felt like she had failed all of us and she laid her heart out to me. Her shoulders seemed to slump as she tried to absorb our burdens. I sat there speechless like a dumbass. I wish I could go back and relieve her of that burden. My Grandmother had always been a happy person and this was the first time I had really seen her sad. Why didn’t I tell her she was a hero to me? To be honest though, I don’t think I fully realized what a hero she was to me until recently. Despite the sadness I have from this memory, I am beyond grateful that I got to hug her one more time and tell her how much I loved her…………… and that makes me smile. She is one of the reasons I never give up on anything.

Christmas Eve Pajamalama

Day 215
Listening to: Silent Night
Thought for the day:  Ma in her kerchief and I in my cap…………………  I wonder if they got new kerchiefs and caps on Christmas Eve.

My biggest regret as a mother is that I never really created a tradition for my children.  My mom, like so many other mothers, always bought my brother and I pajamas every year. We opened them on Christmas Eve.  It was always so exciting for me.   Man.  If only the excitement of being a child on Christmas Eve could be bottled, we’d make a million!  Tonight’s photo is of my brother and me in our traditional Christmas Eve pajamas circa 1969.

I was blessed to get to spend today with my family.  No new PJs were exchanged.  Instead of new PJs, I will throw on an old t-shirt before settling down for a long winter’s night.  Though I miss the Christmas Eve PJ tradition, having my family together on the holiday is tradition enough for me.  HEY! And guess what?  I prepared food for the family gathering which was at my house.  I managed not to blow up my end of the neighborhood.  You’re welcome Clarke Street!

 

Merry Christmas Everyone!

The Pugh Pew

Day 214
Listening to: The Sound of Music
Thought for the day: Climb every mountain / Ford every stream / Follow every mountain / Don’t you ever give up, no ohh

Church was rather full today. I’m a pansy. I always sit in the same pew (as do most people in my church). Honestly, how many people do you know change pew locations every Sunday? NOT MANY! My pew normally contains only two people, myself and a lovely woman by the name of Geneva Pugh (I call it the Pugh pew). Today when I arrived I noticed immediately that something was askew with the Pugh pew. There were FIVE people in it. FIVE. GOD HELP ME. SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT. I commented to Geneva that the Pugh pew was full. She told me the others in the pew were her sister, nephew, and her nephew’s son. As Pastor Jay made introductions, he specifically mentioned Geneva’s family. When I heard the name of Geneva’s sister, I realized that I had not chosen the Pugh pew by accident so many months ago.

Back in 2006 I began an effort to honor all of the veterans from the Korean conflict from my zip code in Old Hickory Veterans Memorial Park. Trust me, this was no small feat. A man by the name of L.K. Thompson, a Korean veteran himself, came to my rescue. From day one, he was an angel to me and a real gentleman. He was an absolute God send for me. Through a lot of research, he and I (mostly him) managed to gather all of the names. We then proceeded to honor the Korean veterans in the park. Not long after, L.K. fell gravely ill and died. His wife? Geneva’s sister. Good God life is funny sometimes.

Throughout the entire church service, I could feel their sadness. I knew she and her son were missing him. It made me re-evaluate my gratitude towards my own family. With that, I just want to say my prayers go out to anyone missing a loved one this Christmas.

The photo? Well, I noticed at the end of church this is what my purse looked like throughout the church service. I hope none of my church peeps peered over into my Pugh pew to see this. If they did, what did they think? I shudder to consider the possibilities. I imagine L.K. would have laughed at it………………and that made me smile.

The Day I Became a Fire Hazard

Day 213
Listening to: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Thought for the day: If… you can’t believe, if you can’t accept anything on faith, then you’re doomed for a life dominated by doubt. ~Kris Kringle – Miracle on 34th Street

When I was younger, I absolutely hated my glasses. My glasses were huge. It’s a wonder I didn’t set small fires everywhere I went via the light refraction through the giant lenses. I often devised ways to destroy them. Once I ran over them with a sled. They were like Teflon. Destruction was futile. By the time I reached the ninth grade, I started hoarding my lunch money so I could buy contact lenses. At the end of that year, I ditched the glasses and never looked back.

As the years progressed, my attitude toward my glasses changed. With the advent of thinner lenses, I no longer thought them hideous. Recently, I cracked one of the lenses on my glasses (they don’t make ‘em like they use to). It was time to buy a new pair. I made the mistake of going by myself. I thought what I had chosen was delicate and light. As you can see, that is not the case. Holy Nerdazoid! I’m back to being a fire hazard AND now that you’ve all seen me in these things I’m going to have to kill every one of you. Okay, not really. BUT, I am hereby making a request. Will someone PLEASE go with me the next time I have to buy glasses? I will never buy a pair again without a second opinion.