tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88266884790380894112024-03-05T02:40:45.031-05:00Southern Grits & TidbitsShannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.comBlogger689125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-53364211248898066072012-03-21T15:10:00.001-04:002012-03-21T15:10:31.009-04:00Everything Skit<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_5-BSOcpuDU?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br />
Amen in Motion @ MPUMC. Wyatt is the last temptation, suicide. This skit is powerful and makes me cry every time I watch it.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-12825104060561526732012-02-09T07:56:00.002-05:002012-02-09T07:56:53.825-05:00MiscommunicationIf you have a child that is of the male species, you can understand this frustration. They...like all members of this clan, expect you to be able to read their minds. <br />
Convo with the almost 15 year old:<br />
Him: Here is the track form. They need the checks ASAP.<br />
Me: K, so you need the uniform and the sweatshirt?<br />
Him: We are getting those slicky suits that are like a sweatsuit but not a sweatsuit. <br />
Me: What?<br />
Him: Like the ones Fries had last year for wrestling.<br />
Me: ?<br />
Him: The ones that are loud.<br />
Me: Ohhhh, the ones that old ladies wear?<br />
Him: Not nice, but I guess. So I need a check.<br />
(I write out a check and had it to him)<br />
Him: You combined the two amounts? I need TWO separate checks.<br />
Me: Why didn't you say that to begin with?<br />
(I tear up the first check and give him TWO checks)<br />
Him: WHAT! I need a check for the uniform AND the track suit, and a check for the sweatshirt.<br />
Me: How much is the first one?<br />
Him: The same amount as the one you tore up.<br />
Me: Step.Away.From.My.Stool.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-77185040807179086892012-02-06T11:11:00.003-05:002012-02-06T11:11:54.234-05:00Love This<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>"You have brains in your head.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>You have feet in your shoes.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>You can steer yourself any direction you choose.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>You're on your own, and you know what you know.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>And you will be the guy who'll decide where you'll go.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>Oh, the places you'll go."</i></span><br />
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<br />Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-64211997840812737682012-02-02T09:22:00.002-05:002012-02-02T09:22:52.394-05:00The Under Dogs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Showing Grandpa and Uncle Clay the ropes.</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-38843008904503417952012-01-28T09:08:00.002-05:002012-01-28T09:29:33.091-05:00Words of Wisdom<div style="text-align: center;">
(Hubs received this via text from a friend to tell the Buddy)</div>
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The very nice doctor at the urgent care Saturday evening, suggested we go to OrthoCarolina Urgent care on Sunday morning for the cast. They are open from 10-2.<br />
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We were there right at 10 and he was the first patient. No waiting or anything. Everyone was super nice and joked around with S and made him comfortable. <br />
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The doctor was quite impressed with the splint, but not at all impressed with the x-rays. So we had four new ones taken. The removal of the splint allowed me to change his shirt so we didn't have to cut the other one. It is one of his favorites. <br />
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After they all made sure he didn't want pink, they gave him a red one. The doctor told him the red ones turn pink after a few days, but he wasn't falling for that. <br />
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Because the break is up a ways from the wrist, the cast had to go above his elbow so he can't twist his arm around during the healing. We go back next Monday to see how everything is coming along.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-65873960314133571462012-01-25T14:08:00.001-05:002012-01-25T14:19:26.295-05:00Skating is Dangerous Business<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Saturday, after their basketball game, the buddies were invited to a birthday party at the skating rink. Here everyone is all smiles about thirty minutes before the accident. (I would like to thank our amazing neighbors for driving the other boys home for me, you guys ROCK)<br />
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And, as you have probably guessed, here we are in the urgent care after S had a fall on his right arm. <br />
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He forced out a brave smile for me as we waited on the x-ray results. The cardboard is a makeshift splint from the skating rink. They filled it with baggies of ice. <br />
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The results. Yep, broken. One broken and one bent. Good times.<br />
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He was really starving by this point. It was around 4:45 when the fall took place, and around 7:30 by this time. He said the splint made the pain go away, and he was ready for McDonalds.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-23227414811598834752012-01-19T07:58:00.002-05:002012-01-19T08:02:41.594-05:00Jumping Ramps<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Poor fellow made this jump ALL day, until the camera came out. (He is fake crying because Daddy was laughing at his fall. He was fine.)Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-89205707913946202472012-01-17T06:56:00.001-05:002012-01-17T07:03:25.811-05:00Being Twelve is Tough<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What are you doing? Taking a picture on the lift? Fine do it, but I'm not going to smile. <br />
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Another one? Dad! Stop, put the phone away. </div>
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You (haha) can't make me smile, stop (smirk) taking pictures.<br />
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I'm turning my head now (laughing) stop....put the phone away. MOM! He's taking pictures again!Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-18371388323100487442012-01-16T09:06:00.001-05:002012-01-16T09:11:14.926-05:00Winterplace West Virginia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every January we go on a ski trip with all my brothers and sisters that can go. This year we got a house on the side of the ski slope. We all headed out to Winterplace for a few days. <br />
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It was so much fun, all the cousins had a blast skiing, and playing. The best part was the buddies are completely on their own now. After we got G to slow down, and then got them to look before they did a jump, everything was great!Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-9437308165828231152012-01-13T07:01:00.003-05:002012-01-13T07:01:47.896-05:00Waffle House<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On the last day of Christmas break, the older boys had an orthodontist appointment.</div>
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The buddies had a date with Daddy. They texted us these pictures to rub it in. ;)</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-83681600201819519062012-01-12T07:12:00.001-05:002012-01-12T07:15:02.200-05:00Newest Member of the Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a Grain Vac. It sucks the grain from point A to point B without having to move an auger. (P.S. if you have ridden to the beach with Landon you know where this is, he can't go near a Smithfield's without stopping)</div>
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It should be called "awesome back saver and time maker". </div>
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Are you wondering why you waited so long?</div>
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Yeeeeessssssss!</div>
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(that is how you want to feel after a purchase....happy.)</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-49214399603813440802012-01-11T08:07:00.003-05:002012-01-11T08:07:31.707-05:00Never Too Young<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The buddies "helping" bag the ear corn. </div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-77758156836912885392012-01-10T08:46:00.002-05:002012-01-10T08:46:35.070-05:00Do Work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wyatt harvesting the last of the ear corn a few weeks ago. </div>
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Legos are still a favorite of the boys, as they are the best gift ever. Wyatt asked for a Mindstorm this year. You can build things that you program commands for on your computer. Yes, sounds complicated, but he is my engineering genius and it is all a game to him. :) <br />
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The buddies wanted different bed sets, as they are really starting to show their individual personalities the older they get. They also got some games, basketball shoes, Legos, and clothes. <br />
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Levi's list was super short. He has wanted another bike forever. He loves to ride around four miles a day if he has time after school, wrestling, and bagging corn. I am personally ready to get that punching bag of his going because it is a great workout. <br />
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Landon's dad and one of his brothers come over for Christmas breakfast every year. So we break for eggs, grits and bacon, and then they play with the kids stuff. More to come.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-30830627999258748032012-01-08T15:08:00.002-05:002012-01-08T15:14:30.424-05:00Christmas Eve<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wyatt gets a wig that makes him look like the dude on Diners, Drive-In's and Dives.</div>
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Christmas night entertainment compliments of my brothers, 2 mini guitars and a flute from Papua New Guinea.</blockquote>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-5384756139594591342011-12-19T09:00:00.001-05:002011-12-19T09:00:36.474-05:00Christmas Card Outtakes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We had a different shot selected for our card this year from the beach trip. Wyatt saw his long hair and declared it unusable. Since we had the day off from school, I told everyone to get dressed like it was a school day and we headed off to the other house for an impromptu photo shoot. Here we have Wyatt's eyes closed, G is pouting, and Levi won't get serious. <br />
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Next Levi started singing LMFAO I'm Sexy and I know it, and this happened. <br />
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Of course everyone joined in on the fun. It was contagious. <br />
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A different pose. Levi is now a giant and staring off to the side for some reason. Bad shadowing on G. <br />
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I don't even know what happened here. I was losing them. <br />
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Almost a home run. Levi's eyes are closed. I finally got the shot on my iPhone of all things and everyone seems to love it. The whole thing took about ten minutes tops and we were back at the house configuring the card so I could place the order the day after Thanksgiving. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from our family to yours!Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-63692925769911754662011-12-02T10:57:00.001-05:002011-12-02T10:59:07.172-05:00Houston? We have a problem.I was reading the buddies Christmas lists and came across something puzzling.<br />
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Me- Old Candy Land?<br />
G- Yes. <br />
Me- What is "old" Candy Land?<br />
G- It is not the one that is at the store. It is the "old" box and board.<br />
Me- Where did you see this "old" box and board?<br />
G- At Bald Head in the house we stayed in. <br />
Me- That was a very old game.<br />
G- Yep, I know. I like it better than the new one.<br />
Me- Where are we going to find this?<br />
G- Santa will make one. <br />
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(Is this a test.....is he on to us?)Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-10395763822183467052011-12-01T07:40:00.001-05:002011-12-01T08:13:28.272-05:00Hello?Where have we been? Well on Thanksgiving day our internet went on the fritz. Nothing new if you are a Windstream customer. More often than not, we are experiencing technical difficulties. Friday again, no internet. Saturday I finally got through to a human. The man said they would send a box by Fed EX on Tuesday. Yeah, I missed cyber Monday. Compliments of Windstream. Box came Tuesday evening. It worked for five minutes. Another call to Windstream where a "lady" told the hubs he would have to wait 24 hours because he had tried to figure out a secret password three times. Not cool. Finally someone straightened it out...third call. Internet worked for that evening, slowly. Next day, no internet. I call Windstream. I have internet. I get off of the phone and realize I have no emails. No emails since November 23. I also cannot send emails. I call again. Heaven forbid I get the same person. No, a new lady. I wasn't feeling her attitude. She claimed it was MY desktop, laptop and iPhone. Oh yeah. Anywho, somehow she got the email fixed and my computer loaded 238 emails right then. But, I STILL cannot send email on my phone. It tells me that Windstream is denying access. <br />
AHHHHHHHH! <br />
Oh, they took ten dollars off of my bill for this. Hope they didn't strain themselves. Moral? Do NOT get anything with Windstream. Run screaming the other way if you can.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-22173795650546034902011-11-20T06:45:00.001-05:002011-11-20T06:46:25.676-05:00SantaConversation with G at the Mills:<br />
Me: Want to talk to Santa?<br />
G: Nope.<br />
Me: Why? Because you have been bad this week?<br />
G: Nope.<br />
Me: Come on, talk to Santa.<br />
G: You can't fool me.<br />
Me: What?<br />
G: I know there is a man in that suit.<br />
Me: Of course there is a man in that suit.<br />
G: I knew it.<br />
Me: You can't talk to an empty suit.<br />
G: MOM!Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-32824615504530251352011-11-19T16:26:00.001-05:002011-11-19T16:28:30.500-05:00Soccer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is officially the end of the longest.soccer.season.ever. Our poor team was whittled down to eight players. Which also happens to be the number required on the field at this age, so they have been getting run ragged every Saturday. Just have the party and trophies, and we can say good bye to soccer. :)<br />
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<br />Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-38624514671260678712011-11-18T06:07:00.001-05:002011-11-18T06:10:07.730-05:00Creativity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was G's turn to "help Daddy" and S was quite bored all alone. Then I noticed he had been quiet for a while. I peeked out the glass door and he was very busy. <br />
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Who needs toys when they have a cart, ladder, pulley, and imagination?Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826688479038089411.post-70735168350396443692011-11-17T06:06:00.001-05:002011-11-17T06:14:34.931-05:00Bible School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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These are off of my very old iPhone, so the camera is horrible. The pics are from Bible school this past summer. We had themed nights. The first one is silly hair. The buddies loved their awesome sideburns and several kids told them how great they were. <br />
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The second night was seventies night. I got the shirts at Salvation Army for fifty cents and the necklaces on clearance for a dollar. They already had the sashes from a different Bible school last year. <br />
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The last night was eighties night. The best thing I saw was a boy wearing a shirt his mom made that said "Save Ferris". BTW, Ashlyn, I am still waiting on mine. :) The buddies want everyone to know that the boys smoked the girls by dressing up every night, bringing their Bibles, and canned goods for the food pantry.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413414001648027592noreply@blogger.com3