Every small town has a beauty salon that is similar to Truvy’s(where gossip is queen and there is a ‘frig stocked full of Diet Coke) I can still remember the first perm I had at Mrs. Barb Broadway’s. I DID NOT want to go under the dryer, only for the fear of missing some gossip that was sure to come out of mother’s mouth(if you see her in town do not tell her I said that she USED to gossip)…….but there was always something good going on over at the salon, as well. If ever anyone was in need you can be sure that the little Smithville Baptist and Methodist church ladies( “Oh, honey, God don’t care which church you go, long as you show up-Truvy”) would be pulling together to cook a meal, do a drive for winter coats, give donations so kids could go to church camp, driving widows to the doctor, and just generally taking care of the people in the community. So I guess without the “beauty shop gossip” no one would have ever known exactly how to help, where to give money, time and food. Some good things do come out of gossip and I guess it is up to you, what you do with the information. 🙂
Weddings in a small town are a BIG GIANT deal. From the showers, to the colors, to the grooms cake(bleeding armadillo, HA!!) to the decorating of the “get away car” for the Bride and Groom….The whole town is involved AND invited! It is a reason to party and the good Lord knows a Southerner loves a party. Every wedding will result in the question…..I wonder how long it will be until the Bride and Groom have children of their own??
The friends that you tell you when you look like crap and need to “get your roots done” are the very best. They are the ones who will come sit with you in the hospital when your child is sick. They are the ones who will “love you more than their luggage.”
No matter how sick I get, It is never a good idea to cut my hair really short(bad idea, Shelby)
Laughter thru tears…It REALLY is my favorite emotion, and no one cries alone in my presence.
“An ounce of pretension is worth a pound of manure.”- Perhaps a quarter ounce of pretension would be acceptable.. Maybe, if kept to one’s self. It’s good to view yourself as important but when rubbing it in the face of others and treating them as inferior is the outcome, it is worth less than the fly that lands atop the manure or the dirt that lay under it.
“Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin’ across your face.” – I don’t even know where to start with this one!! It happens in the blink of an eye. Let’s all take a few minutes and thank God for Botox, Juvederm, and Obagi. I LOVE all three of them….Whew!
“I’d rather have 30 minutes of wonderful, than a lifetime of nothing special.” 30 Minutes is not very long…but a wonderful 30 minutes can make a day, a week, a month even. In 30 minutes I can make cupcakes with my girls, Baby Jeff can rap Ice Ice Baby, I can talk to my Granny Katherine……I guess this really all depends on what you scale as “wonderful”
All gay men are NOT named Mark, Rick or Steve, however….most of them do have track lightin’.
Adella has yet to give me a kidney, but she has for sure always been the strong southern mother that Sally Field played in the movie. And I am very sure that my friend group could rival the cast in the way that we all speak to one another and the fun that we all have together.
As a matter of fact, maybe I can get Chris Pugh to dress up like the Easter Bunny next year for our egg hunt!! And if anyone is feeling down in the dumps, feel free to “take a whack” at Aly or Emily today to make yourself feel better.
I think I will watch it ONE more time this weekend.