I am flattered by your fascination with me
-- Alanis Morissette

I am right with the millions of folks that are fascinated by celebrities, stars, whatever you want to call them. I mean, some of these folks are very entertaining in their chosen profession – acting, singing, etc. but to watch them navigate around the globe as Goodwill Ambassadors or PETA mouthpieces or furniture jumpers is where the real fun begins.

Anyway, I love how famous folk get together all the time to pat each other on the back: the Oscars, the Emmys, the daytime Emmys, the Grammys, the SAG Awards, the BET Awards, the ACMs, CMAs, MTV Movie Awards, etc. etc. And this is all well and good, but I’m personally glad high profile awards season is on hiatus. Well until May sweeps, that is. These folks work very hard to produce quality television, film, music, radio, soaps, etc. and they do deserve recognition. But what about us real folk? We don’t get to take part in those (and yes I know about the People’s Choice Awards but that’s to congratulate celebrities). I’m talking about awards voted on by and for us regular folk. What do you think? I think everyone could use encouragement, pat on the back, recognition, appreciation, don’t you?

Best Singing in the Car Performance, Best Pretending Like I Care when I don’t give a Crap Performance, Most Kick Ass Recovery After a Bad Breakup, Most Likely to Fall Asleep During A Meeting.

What do you think? Got any others?

- dabbs

As natural as I please
I’m in the heart of Dixie
Dixie’s in the heart of me
And someday when I make it, when love finds a way
From somewhere high on Lookout Mountain, I’ll just smile with pride and say
That my home’s in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head
My home’s in Alabama
I’m Southern born and Southern Bred
-- Alabama

Every once and a while I go back and read some of the dabbs archives. I recently took a look at September 2004 and I’ll have to say, y’all, those were some fun entries and comments and banter. I have been so remiss lately with my posting. So I’m looking for some inspiration.

It’s hard to be positive when the entire free world is on Spring Break and you’re stuck indoors and it is a rainy, nasty day. Boo, hiss!

Anyway, so I’ve got a family reunion coming up this weekend. Those of y’all that know about how these things roll with my bunch should be as anxious as me to see what will transpire. I’ll try to post the good stuff for you here. Ah yes, there is nothing like a good old fashioned Southern family reunion. I think they ought to come and film a KFC commercial, because our clan is straight up on board with the Colonel. I always threaten my mother each year that I will tag the invitation with a no KFC disclaimer. I think last year there were 6 buckets and more mashed potatoes and gravy and coleslaw than you can shake a stick at.

Oh lord, I’m already ramping up for it. I can tell just by how I’m writing and talking. By Friday I’ll be nothing but y’alls and all y’alls and reckons, you just wait and see.

-- dabbs