Beach Baby, Beach Baby, Give me your hand....

Gabe's trip to Destin, Fl.

Just some "Good Ole Boys"

I've done a lot of traveling back and forth to Alabama these last 13 years and yes...I've had my share of tickets. I just seem to be a magnet for State troopers in Alabama. South Carolina has gotten me twice, Georgia once and the rest were those "Good ole Bama Boys". The best thing I can say about an AL State trooper is this, "They have a great sense of humor".

One particular stop:

I had just gotten on highway 68 in Albertville Al. It was a straight shot as far as I could see. The boys were in the back just getting settled for the 6 hour drive, when I saw the Trooper behind me with his lights flashing. So, of course I pulled over as soon as I could and all that was running through my mind was "Your insurance is Going UP". After he took all of my info, he returned to his cruiser to write up the ticket. While waiting, I instructed the kids to not say a word and I started thinking, " I'll just be calm and maybe I can talk my way out of this". As soon as he gets to my window, my mouth kicks into overdrive and I start rambling, "I am so sorry officer, We're on our way home and we'd just finished breakfast at Hardee's and I was trying to just get back on the road and get the kids settled because it's going to be a long trip and... I was going to set my cruise control, I always set my cruise control, I never forget to set my cruise control, I promise I was gonna set my cruise control!"


Without missing a beat, his head down, still looking at the ticket he was about to give me, He said,

"Ma'am, you were doing 75 mph in a 55 mph zone, just when were you planning to set it?"


I just shrugged my shoulders, took my ticket and realized that I'd be better off keeping my mouth shut.

Seth Austin Parkison

This is a recent picture of one of my best friends grandson. She e-mailed me today and explained that although Seth's Dad is a Mississippi State Bulldog fan, some of their friends at church thought they'd mess with him and put a Georgia Bulldog bib on poor little Seth.

"Cutie Pie"

All I have to say is :
"Pick on somebody your own size"!
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself"!
"Seth is too cute to have to wear anything that ugly!"!!!



P.S. To whom it may concern, Please remember this very animated reaction if you are even remotely thinking about putting "ANYTHING" Auburn on Gabe.

Maw Maw's heavy hand

My Mother was always the disciplinarian in the family when I was growing up. I really can't remember my Dad spanking us. Mom always ruled with a heavy hand....until she had grandchildren. I know she spanked my three boys some but not nearly as much as they needed it. As far as the 4 girls are concerned, Audrey"s had 1 spanking, Sarah had 1, Emilee 0, and Erin is so much like my mother that they knock heads constantly, but no spankings (yet).

So you must think the ones that got the spankings had to have done something really bad, right?

Case #1

Audrey: It was the day before Easter and Mom had just finished ironing her dress and hung it on a hanger above the door frame. Audrey who was a tough little 3 year old kept walking under it and letting in hit her in the face. She was told to stop before she knocked it down. She suggested that Maw Maw move it. Well....Maw Maw didn't move it fast enough, so the next time she went under it, she grabbed it an bit a hole in the dress. Result: spanking

Case#2

Sarah: She decided to decorate my mother's white walls with Ghosts. Large ghosts with big black eyes and big black mouths. And for this piece of art work she used a big black magic marker. Result: spanking, elbow grease and some help from Aunt B to remove them.

Emilee and Erin haven't gotten any spankings from Maw Maw yet but I see one in Erin's near future, especially if she hides Maw Maw's cell phone in the loaf of bread again.

What's wrong with these pictures?

Choices are:

A. There are no clothes on the drying rack

B. The fan is not on.

C. My husband is a genius.
D. all of the above.

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Ding, Ding, Ding, you got it!

The answer is, D. all of the above.

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Remember how I told you that the air conditioner that we bought for the kitchen and Den would only run about 30 minutes at a time? Well...my husband had the brilliant idea to plug it into a surge protector, and it worked! The air conditioner has been running since 7 this morning and it is now 3:30. My house is a comfortable 70 degrees and I have run my dryer all day. I'm so excited! I can finally wash some towels. I have been putting that off and concentrated on clothes and a few towels now and then. I probably have (no lie) 50 towels, and you guessed it, they all need washing. So as Martha is so fond of saying "It's a good thing"

My eyes, My eyes!!!

Since we have been without air conditioning, I've become very creative. Unfortunately I still have somethings that have to be done. Take laundry for example: I wash the clothes as usual but I can't run my dryer for fear of heating up the house, so in my computer room I've basically converted it into a "Big Dryer". I raise the window and blind about 12 inches and set a fan in front of it to pull the warm air in, I then hang clothes on hangers around the room. I put "delicates" on a drying rack I found at target. It all works pretty well. I can have a load of clothes dried in about an hour.

I told all of this so you could appreciate the "Rest of the Story".


After getting out of the shower this morning, I realized that all my "delicates" were on the drying rack. As I walked into the room (naked) I thought to myself, I really need to get my stuff off the rack, so I'll be quick about it and close the blinds (remember it's only up about 12 inches). So in a hurry I reach for the cord to lower the blinds and Yep...you got it, the whole thing fell!

So here I am standing in front of the window completely Naked! I stand there stunned for about 5 seconds, then I jump to the side of the window, quickly grab my clothes, hold them in front of me and slowly back out of the room. Then...I start to worry. My neighbor across the road has his grandson, who is about 10, visiting. I saw him earlier walking to the pool. The thing that bothers me is this, If he did see my unfortunate peep show, I'm afraid I've scarred that boy for life!

Speaking of Cousins....

I have many cousins and I acknowledge "almost" all of them. I have one cousin that is the epitome of your typical blonde.(at least she was blonde when she was little) Just to give you an idea of what I mean. She's probably going to kill me when she reads this so to protect her identity, I'll just call her P.(don't worry, she'll think it's someone else)

True Story:

I was home visiting and P came over to see me. In the middle of our conversation she stands up and with a worried look on her face, reaches for the phone.

Me: Who are you calling?

P.: I have to call Trish to see if she can cut my hair.

Me: Oh...I thought she was working as a nurse now?

P: Yeah...she is.

Me: So..... she just cuts hair on the side?

P (with a puzzled look): Naw...she cuts it all over.


And this is one of the cousins I acknowledge!