a redneck bru ha-ha

I have no idea if that is how you spell "bru-haha but nevertheless we had ourselves one at the New Hopewell Baptist Church on Saturday. Rain, snow, sleet or hail cannot keep 800-1000 people from showing up at our church every spring to partake of some downhome vittles that includes the likes of deer venison and yes, I am not even kidding BEAVER. Who knew people at Beaver? I didn't know that and I didn' t eat any. Lest you think that we just feed a 1000 people Goose Casserole for kicks, it is our Annual Wild Game Supper that draws a crowd like you would not believe. I am so proud of our little church for thinking outside the box and doing anything they can to reach people for the kingdom of God. It rained buckets all day and we even had a conflict with the Vols playing the SEC tournament but we pressed on and the people came and ate and ate and ate and sang and ate some more. I'll try to post pictures later so you can see the carryins on for yourself.

how to half kill yourself without even trying

Step 1: begin th day with a nagging pain in the upper half of your back just under the shoulder blade.

Step 2: Carry a VERY heavy box from the Universtiy of Tennessee Ball Room to the UT parking Garage. (approx. 1/4 of a mile)

Step 3: Gracefully miss a step as you enter the garage, feel pain begin to exaggerate.

Step 4: Ignore pain while focusing on missing soccer cleats, unknown whereabouts of 18 year old son, driving to soccer practice, waiting in the car for 1 1/2 hours, going to soccer uniform fitting and write a $73 check for said uniform.

Step 5: arrive home at 8:30pm after leaving home at 7am. Continue to ignore increasingly worse back pain.

Step 6: wake up at 12 am. Realize you are in the throes of the muscle spasm from HELL

Step 7: Cry...Cry to Jesus...Cry to sleeping husband

Step 8: Move to couch at 1:30 and keep crying.

Step 9: Blog at 3:37 am and wait for daylight and pray for heavy drugs to be in your very near future!

I am so proud

These are the sweetest nuttiest kids in the world. Never mind that Tyler appears drunk, Adam looks like he is dippin' skoal and Jamie... well is just being Jamie!

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So glad this week is over. Why is it some weeks seem longer than others! Not that this was a particularly hard week it just seemed to drag on and on. I am propped up in my bed while Joel is at Tylers ballgame, Jamie is at a birthday party and Adam is upstairs on the couch watching a ballgame. Suffice it to say there is nothing on television and even Samson is bored. I COULD be doing everyones laundry but I resigned this week. Well actually Joel resigned me. As my foot was to weak to put down he put down his and told the kids they were on their own. That's right. ON THEIR OWN. The piles had just become too overwhelming and there was really no reason to believe that three active reasonably healthy teenagers could not operate the washer and dryer. No reason at all. Really. At least that is what I'm going with. To be fair, they have each down a load. Jamie actually completed the entire wash, dry and put away cycle. The boys...not so much. I found Tyler's in the dryer and Adam's still in the wash. But let's let the dream live shall we?

SHE LIVES

It has been forever since I posted. I am aware of this not because of the throngs of people who hound me daily asking for more useless info about our family but because I just took a good look at the calendar. This month has flown by. Just when we thought we had survived sickyville the flu made a stop at our house. And if that wasn't enough Samson has a sports injury. Now people THAT is funny! The laziest dog to ever take up couch space has somehow gotten what the vet refers to as a sports injury to his left back knee. I didn't know dogs had knees and I certainly haven't seen Samson exerting his but nonetheless he is injured. The vet instructed us to "keep him quiet". Right. He has his own doggy mind. Always has, always will. He loves us but mostly he tolerates us. And he is rarely obedient. Only when we ask him if he wants a cookie, will he move from his post and follow us to the kitchen. Amazingly that sounds like our kids!

my drug of choice

It is sickyville around here. Tyler has the full on Dr. diagnosed flu and I have some version thereof so there has been more than one trip today to the cold/flu section at Wal-Mart. Which is where I was when I found the coolest thing. Vicks Vapor rub on a stick! Anyone who knows me knows that I am a huge fan of that mentholatum rub! When I was little, momma would rub me down good with the stuff when I had a cough and then put some in a vaporizor and I would lay in bed inhaling mentholatum until my lungs were free and clear. I have always remembered that Daddy had a little Vicks stick that he kept in his pocket and he would occassionaly poke that thing right up his nose and take a big sniff. Yes sir he did.

So I bought not one but two Vicks sticks, one for me and one for Tyler (he is not nearly as excited as I am). .....pausing for a whiff.... and I have to tell you I feel better.

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall....

It was a great non-snow day snow day as I was very excited that I had saved some left over deliciousness from our trip to "Ye Olde" the night before. Broccolli Casserole floating in cheese and butter would be my lunch and I cannot even tell you how excited I was about it. I heated it up to a perfect temperature, added salt and pepper and poured myself a diet coke. Then I began the decent down the stairs. In socks. In a hurry. And it was over before it started. I fell down the two bottom steps. It hurt. A lot. I was comforted for a nano second as I heard the running of four legs, and I felt sure that Samson was running to see if I was ok. NOT! If I had not been in pain I would have a picture of that dog with cheese and broccoli dripping from his drooly jaws. I did however snap a photo of said stairs to remind myself that pride DOES go before a fall and the same dog who somehow manages to leave green peas in the bottom of his OldRoy Country Stew dog food is a lover of Ye Olde Steak House Broccoli Casserole. They should be honored and proud. I am bitter.