Now this is where the gypsies come in. About this time it was well known that the Travelers were in the area and scamming people all over the place. There were notices in the papers warning people about paying in advance to have your roof repaired or your driveway resurfaced. I had heard that the girl that was responsible for stealing the keys was a Traveler. Graham said she was not and I am crazy. I think it would have been pretty hard for her to just disappear so I am going to say until he proves me wrong I will continue to say that my brother jumped on the hood of his car as it was being stolen by gypsies. And you can't stop me Graham.
Sunday, April 15, 2018
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Monday, March 13, 2017
It is 12:11 on March 14th, 2017. I have insomnia. I suspect that 42 years ago my mother wasn't getting much sleep either. I do know that she was cooking date nut bars and ate most of the pan in a third trimester pregnancy craving. I also know that she had to be rushed by ambulance to the hospital and that because there was a blizzard the cart went through a muddy spot on the way into the house and left a mark on the floor. My 2 year old self would point this spot out until we moved. I was probably suffering PTSD from the birth of my brother. I am really not over it. So, in honor of my baby brother here is a Graham story.
I would like to preface this story with the fact that I was away at The University of Tennessee during this story, behaving like an angel, and had no part in it at all.
My brother had some friends, two brothers. I won't mention their names in case they want to stay unidentifed, but I ended up working with their dad and he has confirmed the details. Anyway, these two boys' parents went out of town. The parents left the boys home alone to watch the house so of course the boys and their friends planned a party. They found somebody of age to buy them some beer. They had it chilling in the fridge and were waiting for the evening to unfold. Well, the parents got partway down the road and realized they had forgotten something so they turned around and upon arrival realized that the boys were up to something. They opened the fridge and it was full of beer. Bom Bom Bom...Party over. My dad gets a phone call and it goes something like this. "Hello Greg, this is J*** B****r, could you come over here and get your son's beer". Bom Bom Bom. Graham's in trouble. Dad went and got Graham and the beer. When the got home he made Graham pour all the beer down the drain. (Some may ask why Dad didn't drink it. It was Milwaukee's Best Light. You can't drink that if you are over 21. You lose your adult card for sure.) My dad told Graham he was grounded for two weeks minimum, but he couldn't be ungrounded until he told him who bought the beer. Graham refused to give up his source. After 6 weeks my Dad was begging for him to give in. Nope. Graham was taking it to his grave. Eventually my dad couldn't take anymore and he let him free. Way to protect your source dude!
Happy Birthday Bro!
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Saturday, March 11, 2017
When my dad and my uncle were children my grandfather built them a barn. The barn was made of wood from orange crates. I think he ordered the pattern from a magazine. My grandfather, never one to do anything half-assed not only made a barn, but several out-buildings, a stable, fences, and an outhouse (or as he called it, the shitter). He hand made the hinges. It was painted red with white trim and a hunter green roof. My brother and I played with it as children and when we grew older it was moved to the garage for storage.
One day, Graham and I ran across it while we were stuck with each other with nothing to do. When Graham and I would fight our parents would punish us by saying we had to play together. When we were really bad we got kicked out of the house until the streetlights came on and could only come in to go to the bathroom. It must of have been one of those days when Graham was being particularly horrible to me because for some reason we were locked out of the house playing in the garage. We came across the barn and decided that it looked like it needed an update. It was probably about 30 years old at that time. We thought we do something nice for Dad and we would paint his barn for him. We found some paint. The spray can said green. Graham and I were not very artistic so to us green was green. We took the can of bright lime green paint and tried to update the barn. I am pretty sure neither of us had ever used spray paint before. As the paint started to drip down it was very apparent that we were going to be in really big trouble. (I can't believe Graham would do something like that. What was he thinking?) As usual Graham wouldn't take all the blame so we both had to tell my dad what we have done. I remember the look on my dad's face when he saw what we had done. I know now as a parent how hard it is to look past what was done and instead look at the intention. My dad knew our intentions were good. We got in trouble for getting into the paint, but not for what we did.
Fast forward 25+ years. It was probably August because my mom was asking us what the kids wanted for Christmas. Of course the kids really didn't need anything, but for some reason the barn came to mind. I asked my dad to clean up the barn for Owen. It was the best Christmas present ever. Owen loved it and played with it for years. When Caroline was old enough we set up the barn for her too. Now my nephews and nieces are playing with it at my in-laws house where it is staying for safe keeping.
Thank you Grandpa Little for lovingly making the barn. Thank you Dad for cleaning up a mess that I made so many years ago. But most of all, thank you Dad for showing me how important it is to not just look at what someone did but to look at the intent of what they did. It really is the thought that counts.
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Thursday, January 12, 2017
|My First Work Picture from 1999|
So I am coming up on my 18th year at my company. I am thinking we need a party or something. I mean it isn't everyday that a girl turns 18. I have held several different positions at my company and I have seen many people come and go. I even ran away from home for a few months only to return appreciating what I had. I have so many great memories of my colleagues. Everyone knows that you spend more time at work than you do with your family, so you either learn to get along with people or you are miserable. I have had several different "work husbands" over the years and currently am in a polygamist relationship with several depending on the day and project.
Our company is very old school. We work 8 to 5, in the office, no working from home. Ties and jackets for the men and business dress for women. We most definitely do not have a pool table, ping pong table or a dart board, but who says there is no Fun in Fiberglass. The people are what make work fun and we have definitely had some characters. Don't worry, I won't name names, but here are a few of my favorite memories in no particular order.
- Après Sales Meeting Soirees on the Boat
- Peach Moonshine (or at least the first part of that night, definitely not the next day)
- Rocky Horror Ladies Night Out
- All Ladies Night Outs
- A certain custom products manager retirement roast.
- Going to Appomattox with an Operations Manager who was like a grandpa on the way home from a site visit
- Afternoon conversations with above Operations Manager
- Putting somebody's face on a shirt since they didn't want it on a retirement cake
- Walking into work and having the hall plastered with pictures of me doing Karaoke the night before- I think it was Family Tradition.
- Coming back from a conference and my office being plastered with pictures of me pretending to be a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader
- Relay for Life and learning to do the Electric Slide
- My pitiful attempts at redneck photoshop- aka color printers, scissors and tape
- Creating Jib Jabs of co workers
- A certain estimator doing the Cupid Shuffle
- Dale Carnegie
- Sharing a dumpling
- Saying something stupid when the Go To Meeting is asking for your name
- Lunch room random conversations
- Giving a book to a colleague who was leaving- a book written by someone who had the same name and was about a gay stripper- still makes me laugh thinking about the presentation
- Trying to teach a co worker how to get his game on so he can get a date
- Negotiating ice cream parties for big order days
- Pageant for Relay for Life
- Bartending in the NASCAR Race Suite
- Posting pictures on FB of me with the new UT Football Coach and then having to take them down because he turned out to be a major %**&^$
- Having Dinner with Pat Summit at Tribute to Women
- After Work Cocktails ( I said AFTER work)
- All the Babysitters that were coworkers kids
- Pen Kidnapping
- Ice Ice Baby
There are just too many to list really.
I told the owner and Chairman of the Board that I moved out of my parents house to go to college when I was 17 so in a few short months he will have had the pleasure of being in charge of me longer than my father did. He rolled his eyes and grumbled something about that must be why my dad has more hair than him. (Don't anybody tell him but I have a tremendous amount of respect for JDT, but he would think I was mad at him if I didn't give him a hard time).
So in a few short months I will be 18. My days of childhood and teenagerhood (is that a word?) are coming to an end. I guess that means I have to act like a grown up so I will try and be serious and professional at all times. Anybody want to take bets on how long that will last? And if anybody is interested my start date was March 1, 1999 if you want to plan the party.
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Tuesday, January 10, 2017
When I was a little girl The Wizard of Oz was my favorite movie. I used to wear red shoes that I called my Ruby Slippers and would say in my best witch voice "Take off those Ruby Slippers". I am not sure why it was my favorite, but I think part of the reason is when I was kid, before VCR's and DVD's, the only way you could see the movie was when it came on Thanksgiving weekend on tv. We were usually at my grandparents for Thanksgiving and we would all gather in the family room with Grandpa's popcorn and watch the movie again. Somewhere Over the Rainbow would come on the screen and I would dream of being Dorothy. I would get so excited when the munchkins would appear and I would hide my eyes when the Wicked Witch would come to scare everyone. I was so enthralled with the songs and the sets that I didn't realize until much later that the characters in Oz were the same as the ones in Kansas. I know, I know, I am a little slow on uptake.
When I went to DC for the first time as a kid I couldn't wait to get through the monuments so we could go to the Smithsonian Museum of American History to see the Ruby Slippers. I still go to see them. Every. Single. Time. Here I am the last time I went.
I was so excited when Liam auditioned for a part in Theatre Bristol's production when he was 11 years old. He received the role of The Mayor of Munchkinland. I couldn't have been prouder. He owned that part.
Seeing Wicked on Broadway was life changing. I had always loved the Wicked Witch of the West and knew there had to be more to the story. (People always think the pretty girl with blond hair and the sugary sweet voice can do no wrong, but it is generally the dark haired girl who is kind of awkward and brash that you want on your side. Right?! ) I took Liam and Owen to see the traveling show a few years ago. After the first song Owen proclaimed that it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. When we hear Defying Gravity in the car we all sing, very loud. I make Defying Gravity my theme song when I need to make positive changes in my life. (yes, I have different theme songs for different times in my life as well as a supporting soundtrack. doesn't everyone?)
A few years ago we were able to go to The Autumn at Oz. In Beech Mountain, NC there is an old amusement park that is a replica of the movie. It is closed now, but once a year they have a festival where you can walk through the park on the yellow brick road and meet all the characters. We met up my parents and rented a chalet for the weekend. It was unseasonably cold, and by cold I mean crazy cold for North Carolina in October. There was snow and crazy cold wind, but we bundled up and went to Oz. I have to admit, it was magical. For a short time we were there. On our way to see the wizard.
So why do I love The Wizard of Oz so much? Well, it is a musical, and musical's have singing and dancing and of course Jazz Hands. But seriously, my memories of the movie aren't just the movie, they are family moments related to the story and it is such a great story with great lessons. Black and White Kansas is really dull compared to Oz with all it's colorful characters on the other side of the rainbow. Those colorful characters deep down are more like the black and white characters then you think at first. You already have inside you what you think it is that you most want, you just need to find it. In the words of Scarecrow- "Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking don't they". The great and powerful are really just people, just like us. The Wizard says "A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others". Dorothy learns that happiness doesn't come from a place, but comes from being with the ones you love. There is no place but home.
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Monday, January 9, 2017
Some of the Cousins
My mother was surprisingly optimistic about everything. I think it was probably because she wasn't going to give dad the opportunity to gloat and say I told you so, but she kept saying how it wasn't that bad was it. We weren't planning on spending that much time there right.
The reunion was fun. Liam had a blast. By the end of the day he was covered in mud, food, hay, and sweat. He was exhausted . We threw him in the summer's excuse for a bath, the pool, and planned for him to pass out from exhaustion. Didn't happen. Parent's Worst Nightmare- The OverTired Child. We were all trying to go to sleep. I imagine mom and dad on top of each other in the sunken bed. Graham trying to sleep but mosquitoes hanging out buzzing in his ears, me on the table bed with a kid that won't quit crying. Graham finally lost it. Jumped out of bed and yelled "Oh my God, this sucks so bad. It is like we are the F*****g Griswolds".
Things eventually calmed down and I wouldn't say it was restful, but we were able to get some sleep. The next morning when we were all pretty sure we had all the family togetherness that we could take I hear Graham screaming from the bathroom. " Oh my God, oh my God, come quick, it happened again". I rushed to him thinking he might be getting attacked by a giant cockroach (as if I would help ) and he is standing in front of the mirror. He turns and says to me- " I got better looking than I was yesterday". Yes, he has always been like that.
Graham and I headed back to our homes that day. Mom and Dad were supposed to stay a few more nights at the camper. She has never really admitted it, but we know she checked into a hotel for the rest of the trip. Even penny pinching dad was happy to pay for it.
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Friday, December 30, 2016
I am really bad at making New Year's Resolutions. The years that I make them I undoubtedly break them before February. Most years I don't even try, but this year I am documenting them for all the world to see. Accountability. Friends and Family- I challenge you to call me out when I am straying and also please commend me when I not. I was at a party the other night and someone said I wish I just got a Report Card on my life. Please give me a report card. So here they are- in no particular order.
Meghan Little Carty's 2017 Resolutions
- I will love more.
- I will not try and lose weight. ( If I say not try I think it might work better than the other 30 times I said try.)
- I will not eat the things that make me feel badly, except for Taco Bell. I can't give up Taco Bell. I know my limits. I will limit my consumption of Taco Bell compared to this year.
- I will drink Vodka instead of Red Wine so the morning after isn't as taxing, BUT if I do drink wine I will remember to take my Claritin to offset the red wine's inflammatory response.
- I will only read my news from reputable news sources.
- I will not read social media posts that are hateful, racist, sexist, homophobic or anti whatever religion. I am not saying I won't read things with which I disagree, but you can bet if it came from Breitbart or Addicting Info I will not read it and I will question how we are friends if you posted it.
- I will try and see the other side of things
- I will not subscribe to Donald Trumps twitter.
- I will be "For" things instead of being "Against" them. I will compromise if it means that progress can be made.
- I will not sit quietly when I see hatred and I will teach my children to do the same.
- I will cherish my friendships and realize how lucky I am to have those friends for so many years.
- I will do more things in life that if I were to post on social media would require a jazz hands emoji. I have recently found out that some feel the jazz hand emoji is actually the give me a hug emoji. I still say it is jazz hands, but feel free to give me a hug if you want. (Just don't grab me by the p***y please)
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