Thursday, August 25, 2016

Peggy Jo

A week ago my grandmother was taken from us. She certainly wasn't living her best life the past few months, but we didn't know it would be that day, that soon. I'm still processing it all, so I'm going to post the speech I read at her funeral a few days ago.

Hi, I’m Lindsay Priester, Peg’s oldest granddaughter. My grandmother was one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. She lived life each and every day with the kind of enthusiasm most of us can only muster on our birthday or a holiday. I’m so blessed to have known her for 30 years and during those 30 years she taught me several lessons. Some of them serious, but most of them silly because Po is the absolute last person in the world who would want this to be a pity party. A party? 100 percent yes. Bust out the decorations and cocktails. But a pity party, never. On that note, here are some lessons she taught me.

  • ·         She taught me lots of lessons about hair including keep it away from water, don’t let it go gray and always befriend your hairstylist.
  • ·         She taught me that it’s okay to love both Alabama and Auburn, even though we may be the only two people on the planet who feel that way.  
  • ·         She taught me the secret code for getting bartender Burt down in Clemson to make you a drink.
  • ·         She taught me that as long as you can get away with it, it’s okay to lie about your age. For that reason, we decided that for at least the next 10 years I’d be 25 and she’d be 45.
  • ·         She taught me that getting a little tan is okay, despite what the doctors say.  She’d say that “a little culuh” was important for looking healthy and happy. I’m naturally very pale, but she’d notice any time I got the smallest amount of a suntan and she’d tell me how pretty it looked.
  • ·         She taught me the difference between squash and watermelon, but she would kill me if I told y’all what that meant, so we’ll keep that one a secret.
  • ·         She taught me how to make a perfect vodka martini (before I was old enough to drink a vodka martini).  I’m more of a wine girl and don’t like olives, but I know I’ll have one every now and then in her honor.
  • ·         She taught me that cheese and crackers not only counts as dinner, but is one of the best dinners. The other best dinner (or breakfast, or lunch, or snack) is bacon.  And lots of it.
  • ·         She taught me that when it comes to fashion, go big or go home. Leopard print, sequins, nothing is too flashy. I remember when I was little she had a multi-colored jewel encrusted lizard pin which we both thought should be on the cover of Vogue.
  • ·         She taught me that you should never, ever be seen without lipstick. Preferably, Revlon Fire and Ice.
  • ·         She taught me to love people ferociously and with abandon. It was such a privilege to watch her share her love so generously every day with people from all walks of life. She became like family to the nurses who took care of her. She adored all of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and even became friends with our friends.  She wrote one of the greatest love stories of all time with my grandfather, Big, a man she still looked at with the same sparkle in her eye at 75 as she did at 17. 



But mostly, she taught me to say “yes” more. Yes to more late nights, yes to that piece of cake, yes to that cocktail and, most importantly, yes to that thing that terrifies you. The tiredness, headache and fear will go away soon enough and the memory will be there forever. She taught me that life is short and living life afraid is a waste of time.  We’ll miss you Peggy Jo, but you’ll be with us in every decision that we make. If I can live a life half as full of love and joy as yours, I will be one lucky girl. Love you forever, Pogers. 

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

This team.

Last night we lost the National Championship. At the buzzer. I think this game hurts more than any game in my 29 years as a Carolina fan. I get that it's new and fresh and seems that way, but I think it's more than that.

It's Marcus Paige saying that these were the best four years of his life and that this year, not his best year as a basketball player, was the most fun year of his life ever.

It's Marcus Paige hitting a floating three with four seconds left to tie the game. That brief moment of pure joy where we came back from 10 down and our senior leader who embodies everything I ever want anyone to think of when they think of UNC ties the game and we *know* we're getting our storybook ending.

It's Marcus Paige's (sorry, there are a lot of "It's Marcus..." He's that kind of kid) senior speech when he tears up thanking Roy for always believing in him.

It's Kennedy Meeks crying, telling the media that watching Joel James cry is the worst part of it all. That Joel James is his hero and that he wants to be just like him.

It's Theo Pinson who, just a few days ago, was asking where his seat was at the press conference and doing Larry Fedora impressions, sitting in the corner with a towel over his head.

It's Nate Britt's adopted brother beating us. It's the fact that Nate Britt has an adopted brother and that his parents each sat one half on each team's side.

It's Brice Johnson, who four years ago was seriously debating leaving this team, wanting this win more than anyone.

It's Joel Berry who has quietly stepped up all year going 6 for 7 in the first half.

It's the fact that more than 50 Carolina basketball alums were in Houston. The Carolina family is always supportive, but they knew this team was special.

It's Roy constantly fielding questions about retirement, his knees, the scandal when all he really wanted to talk about was how much he loved this team and how badly he wanted it for them.

It's this team. This was OUR team. There are teams you like because they are Carolina and you're a Carolina fan and then there are teams you like because you're a human. This was a team you liked because you're a human. Basketball is "just a sport" and this was "just a team" but when the people behind it are these people, it means more. This hurts.




Monday, December 28, 2015

Oh, Hi

I always say I'm done with this blog and then months pass and I get the desire to write again. Not for work, not for the groups I'm involved with...just for myself.

It's the Monday after Christmas, so work is a little slow. We've had a really great year this year and I feel so lucky to be able to play such an important role in it all.

Christmas was perfect. Mom and I did our usual EAT ALL THE BAD THINGS dinner which was magical and honestly, I'm still living off of. Eating better starts in the new year. We made a chipotle butter turkey and it was bomb. And dressing. You know dressing holds the key to my heart. I'd marry it if I could. Mostly, though, the night was perfect because it's just one of my favorite times with my mom. We're very lucky to see each other a lot (like 4 or 5 times a week), which is great because she's my favorite person.

Christmas Day was spent at my dad's with that side of the family. Nikki's little boys Reese and Ryder are adorable and bring a new energy to Christmas. Po was looking radiant as usual. Then MG and I did our Christmas, which was low-key and wonderful. I'm a lucky girl in so many ways.

Two semi-big (at least to me) updates in my world.

1. I got a dog in June! Not sure if I ever wrote about that. He actually showed up at a family friend's doorstep and she kept him for a while, but it was a lot with two other dogs. When she heard I was looking, it worked out perfectly. His name is Willie (I thought about changing it, but it suits him now) and he's the most magical dog ever. He's this weird combination of redneck and British in my mind and I'm obsessed with him. He is very wild on a leash (I actually call him Wild or Wild Willie just as much as I call him Willie), but he's so sweet and we are besties.

2. I ran a half marathon! That's probably one of the things I'm most proud of in my life up to this point. I did all of the training (4 runs each week) and finished without any issues on November 1! I wasn't going for time since I'm the slowest person on the planet and really just wanted to cross the line without an ambulance being called, but was actually pretty happy with my 2:17 time. I'm debating another one. I got a little tired of having to run four times a week, but I really enjoyed getting better and the feeling of crossing the finish line was one of the best in my life.

That's all for now. Wishing everyone a very happy New Year!

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Life is so so short.

A sweet friend's mom passed away today after a battle with early onset Alzheimers. My friend is 27. Her mom is in her 50s. Life can really suck.

But it's also really really beautiful. Over the past six or so years, I've seen my friend go through this. She's always been so full of strength and grace. I spent last week with her at the beach. She knew this time was coming and said she was at peace with it. She's going to miss her mom like crazy, but knows her pain is gone. I admire my friend so much. She never looked for pity, never made this about her and always focused on others, even when her own world was falling apart. I know I could NEVER come close to being as graceful, serving and loving as she has been.

Say a prayer for my friend and her family. Hug your loved ones.  Design the life you want to live and live it. Love the heck out of people who mean something to you. 

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Oh, hi! Not gonna lie, I almost forgot I had a blog. Life has been so full and so good that this has just fallen to the wayside. But I miss writing. I write all day for work, but I miss writing just for me. So I'm back. At least, until I'm not again, because let's be honest, we know it's going to happen. I don't know where to start, so here's a list of random things.
  • My house is still my favorite thing ever. I just got the yard fenced in and I cried. I've been rambling on about a picket fence since I was like 18 (yeah, I was SUPER popular at parties) and when I got it, I cried. It's perfect and makes my sweet house feel even more like home.
  • I just painted my coffee table and I'm obsessed with it. It was actually a big oops moment that turned into a well, it can't get any worse moment which turned into love. It's navy with gold legs which sounds crazy (and it sort of is) but I love it. 
  • Work is great. Super busy, but great. Being a leader  and having real ownership in a business has become such a passion of mine and I'm so happy with where I am and what I'm doing.
  • Running and pilates are my jam, as always.
  • I don't have any HUGE trips planned for summer, but a few mini vacays I'm excited about. This weekend my mom, her sisters and I are headed to the beach for a long weekend for Mother's Day. It will be lots of sun, sand, wine and margaritas and I cannot wait. In July, MG and I will be guests at a wedding in Duck and we're staying a few extra days. I've never been to the "real" Outer Banks and can't wait!
  • I've found that I really love gardening. I built a raised bed and have lettuce, kale, tomatoes, peppers and snap peas. It's so fun to watch everything grow! It makes me want to be really self-sufficient, but I think chickens would drive me crazy and we all know I'm scared of cows.
Okay, that's all for now. Maybe I can actually get my act together and share some pictures soon? 

Monday, October 20, 2014

Friday, October 17, 2014

My grandmother, Po, is in the hospital again. Hopefully she'll be better soon, but I had to share this gem of a story.

Male nurse: I have your pills.
Po: UGH.
Male nurse: Please?
Po: Sure! I'd walk a million miles for a cute man.
My dad: Mother!
Po: Well Bucky! I do love men!