She’s Going To Beat Me Up After This

Jan
26

So every week our little paper in our little town–actually what we call the “big” town 20 minutes away, the county seat–“spotlights” a citizen they catch on the street. Sort of the “every man” piece in the weekly county newspaper.


This week, it was Faye.

They have a routine list of questions for the spotlight. The hapless newspaper man who fell into Faye’s clutches on the sidewalk of the town square had no idea what he was getting into, but he found out soon enough. He asked Faye if she wanted to be in the spotlight.

Faye’s commentary: I told him, do you see this sun shining on me? I am already in the spotlight.

Spotlight Questions:

Occupation: hardware clerk.

My commentary: Could Faye work anywhere else but in the little store in town? Of course not. And of course she works in the macho hardware section.

Hobby: drawing.

My commentary: Faye is an amazing, accomplished artist. I’ve seen several of her paintings hanging in Georgia’s house.

Favorite food: steak.

My commentary: Could we imagine any different?

Favorite TV show: The Golden Girls.

My commentary: I think she meant the alternate universe version. The Golden Girls Clear Brush.

Favorite author: Agatha Christie.

Me, to Faye: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Faye: What?

Me: WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ME?

Faye: I’ve never read one of your books.

Me: THAT IS NOT THE POINT! You could have SAID me! I’m taking you out of my will!

Faye: You don’t have any money.

Me: THAT IS NOT THE POINT!

Person most admired: David Hedges.

My commentary: This is the editor of the newspaper. Faye has the dryest sense of humor in town.

Faye’s commentary: I told him there was no way they’d put this in the paper.

Pet peeve: When something she is expecting is not in the county paper.

My commentary: Smart mouth!!!!





Faye, posing in the back at the little store.

Faye: You’re going to put this picture on the internet, aren’t you?

Me: No, of course not.

Faye: I know you are.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on January 26, 2008  

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  1. 1-26
    6:58
    am

    I LOVE Faye!! She is my kind of gal.. LOL :)

  2. 1-26
    9:58
    am

    They say everyone has a twin somewhere. I just met mine even if we don’t look alkie. She has to be related to me. Is she smoking in that picture? :clap: Definitely my kind of woman. We all need a Faye to keep us humble. Tell her I said “Way to go girl”. :thumbsup: Aren’t you glad you have her in your life? She must liven up family gatherings. Have a great day and :hug: to all.

  3. 1-26
    10:01
    am

    I was thinking the same thing as Heidi — Faye sounds like a terrific woman!

    -Kim

  4. 1-26
    10:02
    am

    P.S. I hope Princess enjoys her party this weekend! What’s Mom making?
    :cool:

    -Kim

  5. 1-26
    10:03
    am

    Yes, actually she is smoking in that picture! I didn’t even notice, LOL.

  6. 1-26
    10:04
    am

    Kim–more cupcakes, and DiGiorno pizza (or however that’s spelled)–that was her request!

  7. 1-26
    10:05
    am

    I’m still a little miffed about the Agatha Christie thing, but I guess she’s okay…;)

  8. 1-26
    12:00
    pm

    About the best. cat. ever.

    You are, how do I say this, WRONG.

    A couple of years ago, a feral kitten arrived in our yard, soaked, cold, hungry, scared, did I mention soaked, after a Texas Norther blew through.

    DH brought him in and wrapped him in a towel. Our family babied him (much to the other cats’ dismay), fed him, and rushed him to the vet the next day for treatment of what turned out to be a brown recluse spider bite.

    He is the most loving cat a family can have. Knows when someone is feeling bad (emotionally or physically), and will rub up against them or lie down next to them and purr.

    He spends his afternoons (weather permitting) outside, probably so when DH comes home from work this cat can tear out across the lawn (like a dog) and jump in his arms. To be carried in the house.

    When DH is home, the cat feels all is right with the world.

    We remind this cat he is a feral cat.

    He reminds us he has a family.

  9. 1-26
    12:20
    pm

    I just fell in love. With Faye’s quad!

  10. 1-26
    12:22
    pm

    I like Faye. She’s my kinda woman! Oh, and 52 must really be agreeing with you. You are inspired, energetic, and maybe even light hearted, it seems. Hmmmm. I have a 58. Maybe I should find me a 48!!!!!!
    BW

  11. 1-26
    1:16
    pm

    LOL! Faye sounds like a fun woman!

  12. 1-26
    3:21
    pm

    I love these tidbits about rural life!
    Faye sounds like a great gal!

  13. 1-26
    6:02
    pm

    I love your “they said”, “I said” commentaries – they really make my day! All your neighbors and friends sound lovely and unique :purr:

  14. 1-27
    10:43
    am

    Would love to meet Faye. Small towns are just full of remarkable people, aren’t they? (well, I guess large towns are too. It’s all in how you look at it)

  15. 2-3
    2:51
    am

    :rotfl: Love it!

    Hello, Faye! :wave:

  16. 2-20
    5:01
    pm

    YA GOLDEN GIRLS RULEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! :bananadance:

  17. 4-23
    2:44
    pm

    I LOVE funny people, like the both of you..we had alot of humor in my family..and with my relatives..I LOVE it.

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