Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Ann Hummer

My dad called me yesterday morning— a phone call too early in the day to be anything good. Even though my grandma had been in the hospital, I didn’t expect the phone call so soon.

The emotions are a thick emulsion of heartache, grief, guilt, sorrow and joy.

Heartache for my mother—the care she took, the love she expressed, the decisions she had to make—all ending with the pain she is experiencing.

Grief over the loss of stubborn, rebellious, mischievous and spirited woman that made the world a more interesting place to be.

Guilt that I didn’t spend enough time with her, didn’t have kids for her to meet, didn’t care for her the way I wanted to.

Sorrow for the last of my grandparents to pass. A generation lost to me.

Joy as I remember- remember the way she said “Here Now” when she was reprimanding one of us, remembering the trip to Florida with her and Grandpa, remembering the playful bickering between the two, remembering the holidays spent at their house, remembering her behind the bar at Gina’s, remembering her dancing at my wedding just 6 months ago and remembering the lifelong friendship she had with her sister – Aunt Lou

Joy for the family we have. This family knows too well the way a funeral brings us together. I find joy in the support of each other.

I will miss you but I know you are in good hands.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Check it out

Have you all (all 4 of you that is) checked out the new addition to my blog? -------------------------->

That three-d image moves as you mouse over it. It is of all the tags of my past blog posts, my blog consciousness. Click on a tag and it brings up the posts. I'm so proud, you would think I created it. I didn't. I just copied the appropriate HTML code!

My garden at night

Originally uploaded by marci.terrett

Thursday, July 16, 2009

AHHHH Boating

Before I was slammed at work this week, I spent the weekend boating. Boating is THE Terrett family past-time. We have endless stories of trekking through the hills of MI, KY and TN in the woody wagon with the ’78 yellow sea ray in tow.

Each story is defined by either the boat or the car breaking down. “Remember the time the boat would only go in reverse?” or “Remember the time we couldn’t figure out what was wrong because moms seat was on the gas line” or “Remember the time we had to turn the heat on in the car so it didn’t overheat in the middle of summer?”

As often as we were speeding across the lake, we were stranded at the dock as Padre worked on the engine of Mellow Yellow. The distance traveled and the weight of the boat about killed the Dasonmobile, the woody station wagon. This is how we fondly remember our family vacations—always an adventure.

Recently Padre made probably the last big investment into Mellow Yellow. She’s now working great. So Husband, Momma T, Padre and I left Friday night for a weekend in KY on the lake.

It was my suggestion to camp, mostly trying to save a couple dollars. Always up for an adventure and saving money, the rents agreed to rough it. Mind you roughing it includes electricity, running water and a bathhouse.

Mom and Dad beat us down to the site and had everything set up. It was great. We sat around the fire and caught up.

We woke up on Saturday to a very gray sky. We launch the boat and she started without hesitation. That gray sky hung around long enough to dupe us into not applying sunscreen. We swam, we drove, we swam some more. Although the boat was still recovering from the work she had done, I was able to ski. And at the end of the day, everyone had a sunburn.

We came back to the campsite and made some delicious, but lethal bloody mary’s. We were pretty toasted by the time we ate dinner. It was a good night!

Sunday started the same, gray sky and some drizzle but it didn’t deter us. Again after a couple hours, the sun emerged. The beautiful day made it very difficult to pack up and leave.

We left Momma T and Padre in KY to play with Meg for a couple more days.

I do love to travel but will never give up the vacations that exist only a couple hours away. Can’t wait to go back.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Bad Mother?

The Tupperware...

The warning on the underside of the lid...

Just makes me wonder if a baby would fit.

Thursday, July 9, 2009


My brain hasn't been working lately - below are just some examples of what has come out of my mouth lately.

"That's not a smell I'd like to hear"
'In the dead heat of winter"

On the other hand, I said something jokingly to Husband and he wants to make a maternity T-shirt out of it

"Anything I need to know about being a mom, I can find on the internet"

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Rain, fireworks and a crazy neighbor.

Despite the rain, we had a great 4th of July party as usual. My family showed up early to help me set up, brought me some great new patio furniture and spent some quality time. Husband’s family followed a little later in the afternoon.

The friends started to crowd the back yard not long after the burgers were put on the grill. The food was fantastic (probably because I didn’t make any of it). Biscuit was the chef of the event.

One of Husbands very intoxicated friends decided to prune our peach tree, Burt. I stormed over to make him cease and desist, but not before he hacked away some of poor Burt’s lower limbs. I couldn’t believe it. Imagine me showing up at a party and deciding the living room should be painted another color. Then I get out the paint out and apply a few brush strokes! The audacity of some people!

The rain was mostly a steady drizzly, not enough to force anyone to leave but enough to warrant a dry haven. Thanks to Husband’s cousin for supplying the BAC (Big Ass Canopy) that kept us dry on the deck.

As always the fireworks show was great. Especially considering the boys didn’t buy any new this year, they just used leftovers from years past. – Hoping to get pictures from biscuit.

The fireworks were what brought the cop around. He was very friendly, just telling us about a complaint. Not long after he left, the complainer emerged from her house, two doors down and started screaming at us. Guess the cops being called wasn’t enough. As we tried to make peace, the scene just got strange, too weird to publish.

Late night the drinking got serious – I actually was the last one awake at 4am. Even more uncharacteristic, I was nursing a bottle of Jim Beam. Guess I didn’t want the dreaded hangover to start yet.

A big shout out to my sisters who truly are my best friends in the whole world. It wouldn’t have been fun without you. Love you!