Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Fall Nights

Despite the fact that the low tonight in Hoover, AL is 47 very cold degrees, Ben and I will be braving the night with our windows open. Why? Well, because we're suckers for fresh cool breezes and the sounds of frogs and crickets outside our window. And because the rosebush outside our bedroom window has burst forth in all its Indian Summer glory, and in the mornings the dew and wind carry the scent of roses to us while we wake from slumber. Not to worry, we'll be snug and cozy under our sheets and comforter, me in p.j. pants, socks, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt, and Ben in his birthday suit. If we get cold we'll use the trusty old heating method of snuggling.

The only problem I forsee is the morning. When you're warm and cozy under the sheets with the love of your life, who wants to peel off the covers and emerge into the cold world? Even if there is a good cup of coffee as a reward?

Good night! Happy Fall Y'all!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Best Little

I just spent the last 20 minutes sobbing through the end of The Best Little ________ in Texas, which clearly means I'm in the throngs of some sort of horrible hormonal imbalance. An observation: Only Dolly Parton could pull off making a movie that makes you sympathize with "working girls" and angry when their "house" is shut down.

Here are the two scenes that really got me going with the waterworks...

Hard Candy Christmas: I'm pretty sure there's a Christmas video somewhere of my extended family (grandparents, parents, aunt, uncle, cousins) in the 80's singing this for the camera. I would love to get my hands on it. By the way, the plucky brunette who hops up off the rail as the bus is pulling up to the house towards the end of the song is inspiring. I will channel her next time I'm in a crisis. I'll just picture her lifting up that cowboy boot and I'll know I can go on.



I Will Always Love You: In the 90s when the Whitney Houston version came out I was in love with it. My mother promptly took me to Blockbuster Music (which was brand new, it had just bought out Turtle) where we purchased Dolly's cassette so she could introduce me to the real and proper version of the song. I never looked back. Y'all know Dolly wrote this, right? By the way, right before this clip starts, Dolly tells Burt, "I've danced my dance and now it's time to pay the fiddler". I think I'm going to have to start using that a lot in the future, isn't is a great phrase?

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Gene Pool Part Two





Y'all were right! That's my mother! Pretty similar...except for the noses.

Post Edit: Y'all know how I feel about my nose, right? {sigh} I give frequent pep talks to Ben's nose genes so they will overtake mine and our children will end up with nice noses. I'm not optimistic though, thus far no genes have proven powerful enough to overcome the Robinson nose.

Post Post Edit: My favorite comment was from my mother's cousin Bambi, who mentioned how mama used to separate her eyelashes one at a time with a straight pen. Several people have told me about this before, so I thought that was hilarious!

One more thing...this was mom's drill team uniform, so don't judge her choice of wardrobe too harshly! And the picture of me was taken before mother had convinced me to start wearing "eyebrows". She used to tell me, "Angela, put some eyebrows on, you look ridiculous!" I now color my eyebrows in every morning and turns out they arch up, just like hers. She tells me that's what they're supposed to do because it makes you look younger, but it drives me crazy.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Gene Pool



Does she look familiar to anyone?

Friday, September 11, 2009

Have You Forgotten?

Because I haven't.





Excerpt from the diary of Angela Marie Robinson, age 20.
Lumpkin Place Apartments
The University of Georgia
Athens, GA
September 11, 2001

The World Trade Center is gone. The Pentagon has been hit. Thousands upon thousands are dead. This day Hell as been brought to the United States. Our nation is shaken with the threat of terrorism. Terrorism, a gruesome word that will strike fear and outrage in the hearts of our people. I've watched other countries fight wars and be bombed and terrorized. Now the world is watching us.


I am very uneasy tonight. I look over my shoulder. I shudder. I cannot concentrate on school work. My little girl American ideas have been shattered. I feel unsafe. Not because I fear a terrorist attack at this moment and place, but because I live in a country that is vulnerable to such attacks. I've never before been afraid. I never hid under my desk in elementary school during a bomb drill, I never laid awake in bed at night and listened to a plane fly overhead wondering if it contained a nuclear bomb. I've never watched my loved ones be taken off to war and come back forever changed. These were the trials of older generations. Unlike our parents, we grew up in a golden age of America. The Cold War ended and the Berlin Wall came down.


For 20 years I've never been afraid. I've always believed nothing could ever penetrate our defense. Nothing could ever hurt us. Today my generation joins the ranks before us. Now we too will live in expectation of danger. We too are burned by the flames of terror. Our lives have changed forever. Innocence is lost. We are children no more.


We are disillusioned, shocked, and disgusted. But we are ready. We will fight this. We will bring to our children the same America we believed we had. They will not grow up in fear. We will not stand for it.

May Jesus have mercy on our souls.

Today, eight years later, there still exists an evil in this world that must be wiped out. Martin Luther King Jr. said that "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere." We will persevere. We will not give up.

We will keep the faith.