Great Balls of Fire!🔥

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erry Lee Lewis! Live in concert! December 10, 2018, Nashville, TN.
My little (Barrelassin’) momma has had me all over his appearance schedule for a few years now and unfortunately for her I could never find a date or event that worked for us. Also unfortunately for her, I started slacking a little on the hunt, but she didn’t let that deter her. She actually found this one on her own! Not only does the date work, but it’s only a three-hour drive from home.
She’s brought it up to us several times and has waited patiently for us to make some sort of move in her favor. Today, we finally had to pull the trigger and get her tickets for Christmas and go ahead and let her know before she ended up getting them herself.

Pictured is an old photo from back in the day when she was able to meet him. How did she manage that? you wonder. She simply walked to his dressing room door, knocked on it and asked for a photo. She’s definitely where I get my “great balls of fire” from!
Remember, if you never ask, the answer is always no.

Enjoy,Barrelassers

 

 

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BARRELASSIN’ TO BRET MICHAELS

It wasn’t too awful long ago that my Barrelassin’ Momma was doing this cute little jig at a Bret Michaels concert in Kodak, TN.

Who says your momma don’t dance?! My little momma is 74 years old, as I frequently have to remind people, and she sure dances! So much so that in fact, she’ll be dancing a jig at his upcoming show in Knoxville, TN. at Cotton Eyed Joes on Friday, September 30, 2016, and then again when he performs at Harrah’s  Cherokee Casino, November 19th, 2016.

This will be her second time seeing him perform at the Joe, however, in the past she has made me drive her as far as six hours to see him.

And that, my friends, is why we’re called Barrelassers!

Enjoy 😊

PANTS ON THE GROUND!

I assure you, you have not lived until you’ve traveled from place to place attending mostly Rock N Roll concerts with your  70 plus mother in tow (it’super fun!), but let me REALLY, REALLY ASSURE YOU, that you have not lived until your mother’s pants fall down at the airport while waiting to check your  luggage.



For starters we can all take comfort in knowing what a trooper and a great sport my seventy-four year old mother is. I always say I live the life of Lucy and she is clearly where I get my Lucy-ish lifestyle from.
Several hours before this photo was taken in San Diego, California, we waited at the curb-side luggage check outside in the pre-dawn hours at the airport in Knoxville, TN. where my mother, my daughter, and myself, were also waiting for my husband to park the car.

I suppose the three of us were hanging out checking our phones when I heard a yelp from my mother and my name called out by her somehow at the same time. When I turned my head to look her way, my mother’s pants were around her ankles and she was bending over with her bottom facing toward, not away from, but toward the groups of people being dropped off and exiting cars. Keep in mind, had she been facing the other direction she would’ve only shown myself and my daughter her bottom but no, not her lucky day apparently.
The backstory to this particular pair of pants is that they were my pants. She had spent the night with me the night before flying due to our early flight and was still wearing what she had worked in, and had forgotten the pants she had planned to fly in. I told her how comfortable she would be in these pants and loaned them to her.
When I ran over to help grab my mother’s pants off the ground and pulled them up, something wasn’t quite right. Not only were the three of us laughing with tears streaming down our faces because of the situation thus far, I had to tell her that she had the pants on backwards. The front/side pockets were in the back, and the back pockets were in the front, which also contributed to them not fitting properly in the back to begin with.
At this point we were left with no other option than to tie her sweater around her waist tightly to use as a belt of sorts. That, and lie down on the sidewalk and laugh until I cried of course. My teenage daughter was laughing but she couldn’t even look at us. My mother had tears streaming down her face and couldn’t even speak from laughing. Fortunately, my husband missed the entire episode!
Eventually we were able to get our luggage checked and get her inside to the restroom and at least turn the pants around. All she could say when she was finally able to speak again was, “They felt like they fit fine.”
Enjoy, Barrelassers’🙂

HOMES OF NASHVILLE’S FINEST…WE ARE NOT STALKERS!!

When I asked my brother, who lives in Nashville, about a particular neighborhood and if I would go to jail for taking photos…he informed me that the neighborhood was full of mostly old money and Judges. He continued…not like American idol judges…but judges that will have you arrested and taken to jail for stalking and taking photos of their homes. Thankfully the day of stalking was nearly over. Whew! That could have been a close call ;).

Dottie West- Nashville, TN. 2013 (One of them)
Somebody’s gonna give you a lesson…I’m just sayin’.
Patsy Cline-Nashville,TN. March, 2013
Crazy!

Earl Scruggs- Nashville, TN.2013
Foggy Mountain Breakdown!

Martina McBride- Nashville, TN. 2013

Ronnie Milsap- Nashville, TN. 2013

Minnie Pearl- Nashville, TN. 2013

Lynn Anderson- Nashville, TN. 2013 (RIP- Rose Garden 😦 )

Dolly Parton- Nashville, TN. 2013

Kenny Chesney- Nashville, TN. 2013

Tim McGraw & Faith Hill- Nashville, TN. 2013

WALKIN’ IN MEMPHIS! DO THIS; DON’T DO THAT!

I recently went “walkin’ in Memphis” or more like a run for fun and several car rides all over Memphis. So here’s what ya need to know before ya go.

1) DO visit Stax Records Museum. This place is amazing and has a plethora of information on the history and early days of soul music.

DON’T try to walk around with a beer. I was at a private function where the beer was served to me. I didn’t take my own and I’m sure they will not let you walk in off the street carrying one :).

2) DO visit Graceland. The famous home of Elvis Presley. It is very interesting and has tons of information on the King of Rock n’ Roll.

DON’T try to go upstairs. They won’t let you 😉

3)  DO visit the Memphis Zoo! It’s a really nice Zoo and has some great animal exhibits.

DON’T think you’re gonna feed a Giraffe without possibly getting french- kissed.

4) DO visit the Loraine Motel- the site of Dr. Martin Luther King’s assassination. You can learn a lot, and even if you don’t learn anything- it’s a gigantic piece of history and worth seeing in person. DO prepare yourself for the overwhelming emotion that will build up inside of you as you approach the site. You may have to hold back a tear.

DON’T go in the pouring rain if you want to take pictures outside (and you will definitely want to)- DON’T let your husband try to take a picture with his phone as you drive by the Loraine Motel in the rain and almost run a stop sign and nearly cause an accident that could kill his wife and then blame it on you for freaking him out when you scream AAAHHH! so that he will pay attention and stop the car so you (the wife) don’t die.
There’s lots of DO’s when visiting Memphis. Go to Beale Street, eat at B.B. King’s, go somewhere and listen to some live blues music, ride the trolley, and buy a BIG ASS BEER on the street. (I didn’t do that this trip, but I did it on an earlier trip to Memphis.) 
With all the DO’s in Memphis, try to remember a few more things not to do if you want your trip to run a little smoother. Don’t step on your husband’s big toe with your high heel when he’s in his bare feet; it will hurt him. Don’t be overly confident with your comforter on your hotel bed, if you tug hard and your hand slips off, you will punch yourself in the nose really hard. And if you must do that, don’t do it while you’re on the phone with the school counselor because you can’t scream or cry until you hang up.
And last but not least, expect your kids to do the exact opposite of the list you left for them before you left town. Expect everyone to be late for school, get hit in the face with a soccer ball and almost break their nose, expect them to need way more gas money than you thought, expect them to melt the red solo cups sitting too close to the stove instead of drinking from them so they didn’t have to dirty all the glasses, and definitely expect them to want more pizza.
Enjoy, Barrelassers 🙂

NASHVILLE’S FINEST

Catching up on my ‘bethenny’ before I go watch my Barrelassin’ son play some football! By the way, can I just say first that it makes me a little crazy to type “bethenny” without a capital B. I’ve struggled with it more than once and usually go with the capital B to keep my head from exploding. That being said- I’m working on the lowercase b since that’s the way it’s written in the title of the show.

Now that I’ve got that off my chest, a lady on the show during the Frankel-y speaking segment of the show was talking about her clip on ponytail coming off in a guys hands while dancing at the club, and it reminded me of a situation I had with my Barrelassin’ sister and my Barrelassin’ bestie!

Let me set the scene for you- my sister was supposed to be driving from Tennessee to New York to visit her then boyfriend. She packed up her bags and headed down the road. An unfortunate sequence of events lead her to throw her hands up and give up on her trip before she even got out of the county. I suppose now I should be calling it fortunate, because it turned into a really good time for us.

I think my Barrelassin’ Momma was already irritated that my sister was going to drive that far away from home by herself and had already let her have a good piece of her mind before she left, I think she was irritated by leaving later than she had originally planned, and then to beat it all- she was within miles of the interstate when a dump truck drove by her and flung a rock into her windshield, cracking it in the corner. This sent my sister into a whirl. She called me at work crying, because her entire day was essentially going to hell. She was talking so fast and going off, which was completely  unlike her. She exclaimed, “To hell with this! I’m not going now! I don’t even wanna drive that far anymore, but I’m by-hell going somewhere. I have time off work and I’m getting the hell out  of this town!” I listened to her rant and then introduced a solution. “Sooooo, why not wait until me and Barrelassin’ Amy get finished working, which won’t be long, and let’s drive to Nashville, TN. It’s only a few hours from home, it’s an hour earlier there and….the bars are open until three a.m.” She was immediately in!

Somehow, Barrelassin’ Amy and me ended up throwing back a few before time to leave and now Barrelassin’ sister was driving us to Nashville. We checked into out hotel, changed clothes, grabbed a cab and hit the town wide open! On our first stop, we were sitting at a table drinking, laughing,and listening to the music. We weren’t in a place with an actual dance floor but there was a cute, older couple dancing in front of our table. He was holding her, swaying her around- we were thinking what a cute couple.

It was around that time that the man decided to give this lady a whirl and “dip” her. In my mind, this all seemed to happen in slow motion- as did the beer that sprayed out of my mouth once I saw this lady get dipped by this man, facing directly toward us and making eye contact while giving us a huge smile, have her wig fall off of her head and onto the floor. Our first reaction was laughter, but in a situation like that- you have to collect your thoughts and remind yourself that this woman has to wear a wig. We instantly felt sorry for her, after all, she probably has cancer and she and her husband are having a wonderful time twirling around the place.

It wasn’t long before we wondered where in the hell her husband went and how she ended up sitting at our table. After we helped her make sure her wig was on straight and not to worry, people probably never even noticed, one of us asked her where her why her husband was hanging out with the rest of the bar and not sitting with her. It was then that she explained to us that he wasn’t her husband, she didn’t even know that man and he had pretty much made his last appearance when her wig hit the floor. She then proceeded to inform us, without any prodding from us, that she doesn’t have cancer or anything- she just likes to get gussied up on the weekends with her wig and lipstick and hit the town. And then, and only then,were we allowed to laugh uncontrollably. Here we were feeling terrible for this woman, having cancer and her husband now ignoring her and now the joke was on us.

If you’ve never been to Nashville, Tn and saw a wig fall off a woman’s head while being slung around dancing- I strongly suggest you try it. I’m sure it happens all the time. I see something equally as funny every time I go!

Enjoy, Barrelassers 🙂

ANDY COHEN SMELLS OPRAH, YOU’RE WELCOME, ANDY! LOVE,TENNESSEE


Yay! It took me a long time to find this on Youtbe. That is actually me, the caller from Tennessee, calling in to talk to Oprah. Yes- little ole Barrelassin me talking to Oprah Winfrey! I was a wreck! But I loved it. I thought I would die. And once I was on the phone with her- all of my planning backfired on me, because once Oprah speaks to you directly, all train of thought goes out the window and the tears show up.

This was definitely one of the highlights of my life. Is that bad? Either way- meeting Oprah in some way has always been on my…well, bucket-list if you’d call it that, and this is probably as close as I’ll ever get, and that’s okay. I’ll take it! It has inspired me to make a list of all the things I want to accomplish once I’m forty, which is coming right up in January! So, here’s to hoping I accomplish them all in 2014 and I’ll get to work on that list! The year of the big 4-0!
Enjoy, Barrelassers 🙂