Autumn In Tennessee - The Spot Where I Was Engaged

Autumn In Tennessee - The Spot Where I Was Engaged
by Sherri Wear 2008

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

I Want To Love Tennessee, But It's So Danged Hard Sometimes.....

I try with all my heart and soul to love this state.  There is so much natural beauty here that it is impossible to view it and not believe in God.  The Great Smoky Mountains are just not some natural occurrence.  A higher power most definitely had a hand in creating such incredible beauty. 

With all that being said, I still find myself extremely critical of this state, or at least many of its human inhabitants.  Before all of you think it's just the hubby's ex-wife and the rest of that crazy clan (excluding the children because there still may be hope for them), let me tell you that I don't base my conclusions on just those people with whom my husband was associated by marriage.  I continue to come in contact with stupid people.  My neighbor can't manage to keep all of her teeth from decaying and dropping from her head, yet she can breed with anything and everything.  The doctors don't understand that my husband has a schedule, so if you want to see me for a procedure that involves anaesthesia, then you go by his schedule NOT YOURS.  I am, after all, the one who pays the bills.  Doctors also can't figure out that my 82 year-old mother-in-law has a leg injury and actually needs the 1/2 of a 5 mg Lortab she use to take each night for pain, but they will throw them at every sorry @%$ person up here who says, "My back hurts. My neck hurts. My butt hurts."  Here's another one.  My doctor won't give me a script for 10 mg Librium, but he'll give me Xanax anytime I ask for it.  Perhaps I should ask for some hydros for my dear mother-in-law.  Insurance companies take days to figure out why our bill increased after we sold one of our cars, even though we still have two cars and a house insured through them.  May the wonderful spirit of dear Glenn Matthews protect AAA of Blount County, Tennessee from the wrath of my husband and me.  I never had trouble with car insurance when I was in Thomaston and insured by Glenn.  People break in your storage buildings up here and steal anything they can to pawn to get drugs, but the po po can't catch them.  I do know that law enforcement in most places consists of a bunch of young dumb butts, but that is because our lovely government won't pay them enough to get good, strong men and women to protect us..  The ones up here, though, seem to be a special kind of stupid. Lawyers don't return phone calls for months at a time.  Don't get me started on the Wal*mart employees up here because we'll just get back to talking about the ex's family again.  I despise Wal*mart in Alcoa, TN.  I will try the Maryville Wal*mart before I judge all of the stores in Blount County.  Can you see why I have such a hard time liking this state? 

My husband and mother-in-law seem perfectly normal to me, though. Then, I meet the wonderful people with whom my husband attended high school.  All of them are so lovely, intelligent, and kind.  I see the preacher who married us, and remember how special that day was.  I think of David's co-workers and their fabulous spouses and children, and I know they don't fit into the groups of idiots I mentioned.  Perhaps, the problem is that I don't spend enough time around real Tennesseans.  Oh well, I will continue to look for positive things about the Volunteer State.  One thing is for sure, I certainly can't complain about the scenery ... unless I'm in Wal*mart.  Have a great week!