Summers at the Lake

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

One of my favorite things about the summer, besides our trip to the beach to kick things off, is summer days at the lake. Growing up, we were spoiled with great friends and their amazing cabin! We would spend many hours and several weekends relaxing and playing at the lake. Riding boats. Playing around on wave runners. Watching fireworks. The boys fishing and swimming. There is simply nothing like Pickwick lake! Nothing!

After all the excitement Sunday, Russ and I decided to join Dustin for a nice Sunday afternoon boating experience. Special thanks to Lee for letting us borrow! What would we do without Lee? One day. One day, we hope to have our own and invite him to ride with us! Ha!




I should mention that I didn't bring a swimsuit or shorts. So I borrowed some of Dustin's! Ha!
Dustin and Russ shared the role of "mighty captain." And, I must say, they did a fabulous job!


As for our fun...we hung out. Literally, parked where we wanted, sat where we wanted, rode where we wanted, stopped where we wanted, and somehow managed free corn dogs from Grand Harbor. We didn't steal them. I promise. They were given to us. Ha!


Dustin opened his early birthday gift from us...the greatest t-shirt ever made, I'm sure. Ha! It was perfect for him.


Then, we just hung out. Staying on the lake until sunset.


Some of us played around...or worked out...or whatever this is supposed to be...


Oh, and we checked out Goat Island to see the goats. They were there. Just hanging out.


It was a fabulous ending to an amazing weekend! Lovin' these summers at the lake!
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Gratitude

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

"I have not stopped giving thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers." Ephesians 1:16

We were honored to travel back home to celebrate my dad's 25th anniversary at First Baptist with a nice brunch in between services.  For those of you who know anything about Baptist churches, you know that this is incredibly rare to pastor the same church for so many years.  It was a very special day.  These are special people...a special part of our family.

During our home study interviews, we discussed what church meant to us.  My response was simple.  Church, to me, serves as an extension of my family.  I have been blessed to grow up in the same church all my life (well, the last 25 years of it) surrounded by Christian influences, mentors, and role models.  I grew up feeling at "home" in my church and forever loved.  This is how I feel about my hometown church.  As a PK (preacher's kid), everyone knows you...even if you don't know them.  They pray for you, watch out for you, and sometimes just watch you!  Your life is under a microscope in a way.  However aggravated I was during my teen years for the inability to sneak around, this is what I want for my children.  I want my children to feel the love and protection of a church family growing up.  This is what I was blessed to have and still have.  I am so thankful for my upbringing and thankful that I was raised in this church.  Never knowing or experiencing a "church fight" or split.  I grew up in a unified, loving church family.  Not everyone can say that.

Daddy preached on gratitude Sunday.  How often we fail to recognize the ordinary miracles all around us.  How a life filled with gratitude evokes happiness.  It made me want to go back and read 1000 Gifts again.  He spoke about gifts.  True gifts.  There are two ways to know if the gift is a real gift.  First, it is attached to people.  True gifts have people attached.  A gift of themselves.  I have a handmade rocker in our home that will soon be used to rock a sweet baby.  Everytime I look at that rocker, I am reminded of Matt Keith, a special church member who crafted every detail of that rocker just for me.  There is a person attached to that gift.  It is special.  Secondly, a real gift is worth the risk.  Have you ever gone to a yard sale only to find a gift you had given to your friend now for sale for $1?  A real gift is given...understanding the risk of rejection or that the person will not take it.  A gift of time.  A gift of love.  A gift of a hug.  A gift with much thought.  A gift of an heirloom.  All gifts with people attached and worth the risk.

Thinking about the gift God offered for us.  His only Son.  He gave His only Son to carry the sin of the world for us.  A true gift.  A gift with a person attached.  A gift worth the risk.  Imagine how He feels after offering us such a precious gift when we reject it, put it aside, never look at it or the gifts within that gift, or hide it.  All we have to do is accept His gift to receive the gift of eternal life.  We cannot earn that.  There is nothing we can do that is good enough to earn a place in heaven.  It is a gift of GRACE.  Accept His gift, look at it, explore it, and give thanks in all things!

After the service, Taft stood up and told everyone to stay put.  Ha!  You would just have to know him!  We did as he said.  He began to talk about Daddy's 25 years and what it has meant to him and the church.  Then he quoted Daddy's sermon about gifts.  Very convenient.  How true gifts have people attached and are worth the risk.  He gave Daddy one condition...that he couldn't return the gift.  He had to keep it.  And, he let us know that there are people attached - our church family...those who love him and are grateful for his service.

Then, he led Mama and Daddy outside while we all watched the video feed that followed them out...


Please look at Mama's face...trying to block her view!


That was pretty good!  A 1994 pickup decorated with "that other school" colors and paraphernalia.  Oh, how proud those men were to play such a fun prank!  Ha!


I mean, they worked hard on that!


Then, Taft explained that they would give Daddy a choice.  He could choose that '94 truck from "that other school."  Or he could accept the real gift.  This is what pulled around the corner...


Speechless, his face says it all...


Again, this church is our family.  They excitedly, proudly, and selflessly gave of themselves so that this gift could be possible.  Such an incredibly generous act of love for their pastor.  Of course, I was bawling my eyes out as we watched the video feed in the sanctuary.  The congregation applauded and cheered as we watched.  It was quite a moment.  A loving moment that can only happen there.  Probably could be imitated, but never duplicated.  This was a gift from our "extended family."

A true gift.


Oh how thankful we are for you, FBC!  As the PK elder of the church, I suppose I'll leave the younger PK's my "two cents."  So...Elena, Brianna, Daniel, Hanna Joy, Jude, Peyton, and Presley...listen to the wise words of this elder PK.  This church will love you forever and forgive you of anything.  Sometimes they will even forgive your parents just because they love you so!  Ha!  Just make sure you love them back.  Love them for me too!

And, what do you imagine this "first family" did after such a great Sunday?!  Went for a ride of course!  Did I mention this ride is a perfect fit?  All 7 of us fit!  Perfect for tailgating I'm thinking!

Three Musketeers
With a heart filled with gratitude, I thank God every time I remember my FBC family!
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Two Reasons Why You Should Follow @StarkvillePT on Twitter...

Saturday, August 27, 2011

 Reason #1...@StarkvillePT is "Praying for More!"

Reason #2...@StarkvillePT is TRUE MAROON!

If you have a Twitter account, please follow my baby brother's Starkville Physical Therapy group @StarkvillePT to receive health tips from Starkville's best!  And, just show your love for their sweet support of Baby J and Dan the Man!
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Fall Smells

Friday, August 26, 2011

It's just around the corner!  Somewhere amidst the 134 degrees temps, there is a fall coming.  Fall is one of my favorite times of year.  I love the smells.  I love the rustling leaves.  I love to hear a band practicing on a football field.  I love a light jacket.  I love cute fall fashion.  (Even though it's usually not me that is wearing them!  Ha!)  I just love fall!

Since we are still enjoying the sun and heat associated with summer, I thought I'd bring the fall into our home.  What better way than to walk into your home full of fall smelling Wallflowers!

My all-time favorite fall scent is Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin!  I absolutely LOVE this Wallflower, and I grab several every year.  I get depressed when the new seasonal ones replace it in the winter.  So, I'm sure I'll stock up on this during the  next sale.  We have Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin in our living room and main area.  Love love love it!


One of my next favorites for early fall...around mid-August and Septemeber is Autumn Apple.  I love the fresh smell to help bring in the fall season.  We have this scent going on in our bedroom!  A lovely refreshing scent to wake up to and fall asleep to.


I picked up a couple of new scents this year.    I picked up this Apple Crumble for the kitchen...which really mixes in with the Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin.  I'm loving the combination.  A yummy delightful smell!


The last one I picked up was Autumn.  No special reason, except that I couldn't make up my mind.  So I thought this would be okay for our guest bathroom.  Just a fun fall smell.

I am a major "smell" person!  If my house is a mess, I'm not nearly as anal if it smells good.  Smell can cover up a lot in my book!  Ha!  I love to go into homes and take a deep breath with an, "Aaahhhh!"  It just makes for a nice visit.  So, there you have it!  My fun fall smells!  What are your favorite fall scents?

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8 Days Til Kickoff

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

That's right!  The countdown is on...and has been on for a while in this family!  There's nothing quite like football season! I've been counting down, getting my tailgating ideas flowing at work, and I received this email today that I just must share!

Attempting to explain the relevance, and importance, of college football in the South...

Simply put, it's different down here - just ask former Heisman trophy winner Frank Sinkwich.  "I'm from Ohio," the University of Georgia legend once said, "but if I'd known what it was like down South, I would have crawled down here on my hands and knees."

Football in the South is an interesting beast.  It's not a game, it's not a pastime...it's a way of life.  It's a mixed drink of family, religion, politics, and pageantry, spiked with shots of antagonism, arrogance, and pride.


Critics label our view of college football as naive and tendentious.  Our response?  We couldn't agree more.  Southerners revel in regional bias and why shouldn't we?  In the South, we transform a vast picnic area into the Grove.  We see a stadium on the river and bring a Navy.  We take a plain desert stone and make it magic.  We have The Chop, The Chomp and the Ramblin' Wreck.  We root for the same team as our dad, the same team as his dad.  We call players by their first names, anyone on the athletic staff "coach", and to the chagrin of media pundits and those who just don't understand, we say "We."


Southern football is why my grandmother spent fall Saturdays in orange capris, blue Reebok classics, and alligator jewelry and had a football card of Danny Wuerffel taped to her dresser.  It's the same reason why my mom wouldn't watch the fourth quarter, my dad the first quarter, and my uncle and his two sons have walked around Valdosta, Georgia with a little more pep in their step since December 7th, 2002.

Southern football isn't tailgating, it's all-nighting.  It's not about painting your face, it's about painting your chest.  It's not about grills, it's about cookers.  Inside the stadium, you don't talk to your neighbors, you yell at them.  Those around you aren't strangers; they're 60,000 of your closest friends.  You don't go on the road when you travel to see your team play...you go home.


Down here, you're not born a boy or a girl, you're born a Gamecock or Tiger.  Down here, football is just as entrenched in our culture as Jesus, sweet tea, and barbeque sandwiches.  We say "Yes ma'am" and "No sir", but we also say "Roll Tide", "War Eagle", and "Pig Sooey."  Down here, "two plus two equals third down and six."


Southern football is why you drive through Wrightsville, Georgia and see "The Home of Herschel Walker" on Highway 15.  It's why hundreds of adults in the state of Alabama are named "Bear."  Southern football is Jack "Voice of the Bulldogs" Cristil, Billy Cannon, Eli and Peyton Manning.  It's Bobby Bowden, Vince Dooley, and the Ole' Ball Coach.  It's Cowbells ringing.  It's detergent boxes under toilet paper.  It's frat boys in team-colored pants.  It's Lynyrd Skynyrd and Molly Hatchet in button-down shirts.  Southern Living with a cowboy hat.  It's Crimson and Houndstooth.  It's Maroon and White.  It's a clash of styles that produce a scene often imitated but never duplicated.  Ever.


The setting?  So picturesque you don't want to touch it, yet so enthralling you just can't let it go.  It's a similar one in Starkville, MS, Knoxville, TN, and Blacksburg, VA, and it has been for years.

Southern football is Erk Russell joking, "We don't cheat at Georgia Southern, that costs money and we don't have any."  It's John Heisman saying, "It's better to have died as a young boy than to fumble a football."  It's Bobby Dodd saying he'd rather face the lions in the coliseum than the Tigers in Baton Rouge.  It's Clemson fans stating they would rather be on probation than lose to Furman.

The players, the coaches, and the rivalries are captivating here in the South.  Florida-Georgia weekend causes more people to call in sick on Monday morning than the stomach flu and strep throat.  Alabama-Auburn divides households, neighborhoods, and the entire state, and the Egg Bowl is a true late November fixture.  The storylines are just as alluring.  Think "The Choke at Doak", "Lindsay Scott!!" or the 1961 Clemson-South Carolina game where a group of USC students impersonated the Tiger football team in pre-game warm-ups, catering to the crowd and the band before flopping all over the field and mocking Clemson's agricultural background with milking hand-motions.


Though the press tries to hype the last week in the regular season as rivalry week.  Every week is rivalry week in the South.

Something down here makes this game different.  College football has a legitimate influence on state government, a major effect on commerce and local economies, and is the lifeblood and pulse of God's country.

Perhaps former Tennessee Volunteer radio personality George Mooney put it best: "Southerners are proud of their football heritage, their schools, and their teams.  And they share a deep pride that goes with being from the South," he said.

It's a match made, and currently played, in heaven - Let the season begin!!!


GO DAWGS!!!!!
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Typical Family Adventure

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

 I love my family!  Nothing is taken too seriously.  We always try to laugh at ourselves...and each other.  All the way down to our spectacle leaving Nonnie's funeral giggling from our typical family adventure.  So, this adventure should be no surprise.  But, I still laughed.  All night.  And I wasn't even there!

No, I wasn't present for this adventure, so I will try to accurately tell the story.  I should conduct a formal interview with our family friend, Bill Stewart.  But I'll just try to get it accurate myself.  Feel free to add embellishments at any time.  I'm sure someone else already has...several times!  Ha!  I've heard the longer time goes, the bigger the story becomes.

I'm sure you have seen my Uncle Howard on this blog from time to time.  He is a big man.  Tall and big.  Hilarious.  No filter.  Will do anything for anybody.  Well, he and his friend, Bill, set out fishing last weekend.  I'm sure it was like any other day fishing with the guys.

Until....

 Uncle Howard fell in!  Yes, he did!  I'm still laughing thinking about it.  He fell in...


...lost his camera, glasses, and hat.  Oh, how I wish I was there to witness the hilarity!  Or maybe I'm glad I didn't hear what he had to say!  Ha!  Apparently, his first item of business was finding all his belongings.  And he did...


His next item of business...getting back in the boat.  Which couldn't have been an easy task for Uncle Howard.


Once on the boat, all is well.  The good news?  He still got the fish!


Just another typical family adventure.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.
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Happy Birthday, Mama!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Let's see....On August 18, 1957, my Nonnie turned 30 years old.  Then, the very next day she gave birth to her little girl.  That little girl, born August 19, is my mother.  I'm sure that was quite a birthday gift!  Yesterday, our family celebrated the 54 years of laughter that Mama has given to everyone who knows her.  Ha! 

We made plans to have dinner in Memphis, and Mama chose Bonefish Grill.  Oh my!  Talk about yummy food!  We met at the restaurant, talked over each other all night, laughed til we hurt, ate til we popped, and enjoyed watching Mama open her gifts.

Dustin, Kristin, and Lee
Me and Russ
Mama and Daddy
After stuffing our faces with some delicious Bang Bang Shrimp, filets, lump crab soup, potatoes au gratin, seamed veggies, and more...we ordered DESSERT!  Ha!  While we waited on our dessert, we let Mama open her presents.

Family portrait puzzle from Russ and me
Mama LOVES puzzles!
Pretty bow!
CUTE shoes from Lee, Kristin, and Daddy to go with the outfit they gave her!
Dustin's card
The purse from Dustin to go with her new outfit
Just as we finished up with gifts, the desserts were there!  The big hit of the night....

Banana's Foster!
Kristin accidentally used her birthday card as a napkin!  Ha!
After dinner, Mama was dying to see The Help.  I had already seen it during a "girl's night" this week, but I was happy to see it again!  It was SO good!  Just as good the second time!  It's also so fun watching all the landmarks from Jackson that we recognized.  Our favorites were the scenes shot at the Mayflower in downtown Jackson.  The last time Pops took Nonnie out for their anniversary was the Mayflower!  So sweet!

The girls before the movie
So, here we are 54 years later.  Many more years to come...and TONS of memories to be made!  Happy birthday, Mama!  Hope it was great!
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