Baptized With Toilet Water?

Don't worry, it's no one you know.  It was my phone. 

Living Vicariously

We are proud of our alumni.  We have teachers, doctors, lawyers, sub-4 mile runners, moms, NASA physicists, engineers, dads, ministers, deacons, professors, geologists and missionaries.  But there is something wild about watching "one of ours" on TV!  Not local programming but the Arts and Entertainment channel.  Yes, A & E.  If you like home decorating then we advise you take a gander at Keyshawn Johnson Tackling Design and see Chastity Crouch Chelsea Couch-Hernandez strut her designing stuff.  This show airs on Saturdays at 11:00 AM Central Standard Time.  Spoiler alert:  Chelsea saves the day with her mad mural painting skills.

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Last night we enjoyed an impromptu ballgame courtesy of our friend John Means at the Huntsville Stars ball field, a farm team for the Milwaukee Brewers.  The Stars were playing the Montgomery Biscuits--interesting name I know.  The Stars were triumphant 6-4.  Davis plucked a foul ball out of the air after one bounce on the pavement and had it signed by Homer the Stars' Skunk and Fernando Cortez of the Biscuits.  You're probably wondering why the Stars have a skunk for a mascot when they could just have a star.  I have no idea.  It must have something to do with the Crimson Tide Elephant and the Auburn Tigers War Eagle.  Alabamans just can't seem to decide on one mascot at a time.

All Baby Squirrels Go to Heaven

At least that is what we are banking on today.  There was an incident this afternoon at a local school park.  Somehow 2 baby squirrels made their way to the ground from a nest WAY UP in an oak tree.  The perky one, Rockstar, seemed to be looking around for and protecting his sibling, Pearl.  Pearl was not looking too good.  In fact, Pearl had an injury that could not be repaired even after we talked with the North Alabama Wildlife Rehabilitation lady.  A little water and some fruit was not going to cut it.  We had a decision to make and hopefully it's the right one. We have been reading a biography about Mother Teresa in India and how people and babies would be thrown on top of the trash when no one could care for them.  Bailey was very adamant that we did not treat Pearl in the same way.  Since the school was near our church building, we gathered Pearl up in a torn off section of quilt batting I had in the van.  We took her/him and laid him/her to rest behind a railroad tie and beneath some ivy in back of the church's extra one bedroom house.  No box.  No shovel.  We did the best we could.  As Roseann Roseannadanna's father used to say, "If it's not one thing, it's always another.

Birthday Suit Beaches

Once again Bailey comes up with another thought provoking question or two.

"Mom, when you are engaged do you sleep in the same bed?"

"No, not until the preacher or judge says, 'I now pronounce you man and wife.'"

"Man and wife? You mean HUSBAND and wife!"

"Yes, husband and wife."

This was followed closely by:

"Mom, are there birthday suit beaches in Ireland?"

"Well, someone would have to be crazy to be on any beach in Ireland in their birthday suit. I think a winter coat would be more like it. But, there are birthday suit beaches in other parts of the world and that is a normal thing for that culture."

"That's just weird Mom, that's just weird."

The Kite Runner

A better person would have read the book first. In fact some of my friends already have according to their blog bookshelves. But who else read Moby Dick not once but TWICE in high school because the teachers assigned it and a certain someone always plays by the rules. Anyway, this was a great movie about Afghanistan and personal redemption. A few tears were shed. After I finish the 3 other books I'm reading, I just might make a trip to the library.

See Grandma, Lifejackets

Our team enjoyed a great weekend of camping in the beautiful state of Texas this past weekend.  It was only 500 degrees in the tent at night.  Not a lot of sleeping went on but a lot of talking, kayaking, smore making and general relaxation occured.  Dakota had the most fun of all.

Coming Out of the Closet

Hello, my name is Denise and I like listening to the Jonas Brothers. (many people in unison 'Hello Denise.')  Yes, I admit it.  I'm glad Bailey likes them so I have an excuse.  I wonder if my mom liked New Kids on the Block?  And did Grandma Betty like Elvis and the Beatles?  Of course I am not comparing the Jonases to Elvis and the Beatles, but you get my drift.  Could it be that all grown women are like those in the movie Music and Lyrics:  wanting to relive their glory days of music, the cassette tape of their lives?  In a twist of fate Bailey is belting out Don't Stop Believen' at the top of her voice on her MP3 player.  Maybe it is okay for me to listen to the Jonas Bros. on mine.