I can’t wait for the kids to come visit again. I can hear them talking now, “Momma has finally lost her mind” when they see the mailbox. The idea just struck me in the $1 Store when I saw all the Luau decorations and no party to give. First I bought a Toucan mask for the mail box finial. I briefly considered a grass skirt but it I figured it would get caught in the weed eater. Today was my lucky day. Of course I had to go down the Luau isle at the $1 Store on the way to the light bulbs and there it was, a dog hula skirt. It was the perfect length. I also picked up 6 leys because no respectable Hula Toucan would be seen without them.
Now all I have to do is wash the winter gunk off the mail box, tape the hula skirt on, hang the leys, and wait for the children or the Looney Bin folks. Who ever comes first, we will have a great time.
Happy summer.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Hot Toddy
Grandma Womble, not a regular participant of recreational spirit consumption, knew the benefits of a good hot toddy. The first hint of a sore throat or chest congestion had her bring out the whisky, honey or peppermint candy, and lemon juice. Just a sip of this home made concoction would burn a hole through any material a human body could manufacture. Even as an adult, with a bevy of store bought pharmaceuticals at hand, just the thought of a hot toddy brought instant relief.
Imagine my surprise when my husband introduced me to the retail version, Rock N Rye. Who knew? Had Grandma Womble gone commercial on the sly? Perhaps that was why she was always anxious to head back to Montgomery to pick up “her check in the mail”. I always assumed it was her Social Security. She treated this check like a fortune, the largest amount of cash she had ever possessed. She and grandpa were farmers who grew most every thing they needed. Perhaps Grandpa Womble aided in supplying the major ingredient in the hot toddy. This brings a whole new meaning to home based business. At any rate, the life must have been good for grandma, she live just shy of one hundred.
The revelation of Rock N Rye had to be good news to momma, with Grandma Womble gone to her great reward and momma in her eighties. I first mentioned the commercialization of Grandma Womble’s hot toddy when momma came down with a chronic cough. Momma was thrilled. She discovered, much to our dismay that it worked almost as well cold. I say much to our dismay because my brother observed momma pull a little medicine bottle out of her purse in church and take a nip. The aroma was familiar and clearly not medicine. My brother felt compelled; after all they were in the Lord’s House, to whisper, “Momma!” Her quick reply, “It’s for my cough.” I guess that is where the phrase medicinal purposes came from.
I found myself asking for a hot toddy after a week filled with bubbling lungs, coughing, and choking. My husband was off like a flash to procure the secret family remedy, now gone commercial. The first sip of hot whisky cut right through the junk in my throat and burned a clear path to my lung. I sipped the magical concoction until I was finally able to sleep. The next morning I awoke with a clearer nose and throat and made the comment I wished our sick little grand daughter, who was ill with a similar condition but too young for any medication, could have the benefits of our home remedy. He said that he did not think she could drink nearly a ½ pint of Rock N Rye. It was for my cough!
Imagine my surprise when my husband introduced me to the retail version, Rock N Rye. Who knew? Had Grandma Womble gone commercial on the sly? Perhaps that was why she was always anxious to head back to Montgomery to pick up “her check in the mail”. I always assumed it was her Social Security. She treated this check like a fortune, the largest amount of cash she had ever possessed. She and grandpa were farmers who grew most every thing they needed. Perhaps Grandpa Womble aided in supplying the major ingredient in the hot toddy. This brings a whole new meaning to home based business. At any rate, the life must have been good for grandma, she live just shy of one hundred.
The revelation of Rock N Rye had to be good news to momma, with Grandma Womble gone to her great reward and momma in her eighties. I first mentioned the commercialization of Grandma Womble’s hot toddy when momma came down with a chronic cough. Momma was thrilled. She discovered, much to our dismay that it worked almost as well cold. I say much to our dismay because my brother observed momma pull a little medicine bottle out of her purse in church and take a nip. The aroma was familiar and clearly not medicine. My brother felt compelled; after all they were in the Lord’s House, to whisper, “Momma!” Her quick reply, “It’s for my cough.” I guess that is where the phrase medicinal purposes came from.
I found myself asking for a hot toddy after a week filled with bubbling lungs, coughing, and choking. My husband was off like a flash to procure the secret family remedy, now gone commercial. The first sip of hot whisky cut right through the junk in my throat and burned a clear path to my lung. I sipped the magical concoction until I was finally able to sleep. The next morning I awoke with a clearer nose and throat and made the comment I wished our sick little grand daughter, who was ill with a similar condition but too young for any medication, could have the benefits of our home remedy. He said that he did not think she could drink nearly a ½ pint of Rock N Rye. It was for my cough!
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