This one's for Sara

I noticed Sara's comment on my mom's blog about the Alan Jackson concert. I need to elaborate on that. So here goes.

Way back when I was a young girl of about 11 or 12 years old I remember a summer I will never forget.......

That summer I spent 2 weeks at my cousin Sara's house. At the time, they were living in a "little bitty" ( it's alright to be little bitty) house on a "little bitty" lake. They had an old ski boat. We spent most of our days skiing and listening to Sara's radio. This particular summer, Sara's favorite song was "Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee" by Alan Jackson. Now I put up a hard front with my opinion that country music was stupid. I only thought this because my brothers said it was, so it must have been. But when I was in Georgia.....I had "gone country". My southern accent suddenly came out. I said ain't and I listened to country music. That summer I learned every word to that "way down yonder song". Sara and I had the best tan's and fancied that all the boys on that lake were looking at us. Uncle Norman let us "drive" the boat sometimes and we felt like we looked old enough to be 16 when we were behind that wheel. We wore our fluorescent green and black sunglasses and poofed our bangs up. I can't remember a single summer as vividly as I remember this one. So I have to thank you Sara ( and Doh & Norman for letting me come) for forcing me to listen to that country stuff all summer. I'm a country girl at heart and enjoy the simple things in life. After I got back home from Georgia my brothers teased the accent back into it's usual place and swore if I ever listened to that country crap they'd break my radio, so I went back to just being a country girl in my heart.

But look out brothers...cause she's gone country and if you check my radio dial it's on the country station and if you listen to my kids they all use double negatives and say ain't. And at that Alan Jackson concert, I still knew every word to "Way down yonder on the Chattahoochie". So there!

I love you Sara!

"A+ for originality"

As anyone with a lot of children knows, we get a lot of comments on our large broods. I get the usual comments quite often. Such as....."Wow, I can't even handle 1, much less 6!" ....or "Don't ya'll have a TV?"....or "You know what causes that don't you?" ....or "So are you going to have any more?" .....or "I would have already had that taken care of"..... or "How old are you anyway"; but this past weekend Tony's friend (whom I have never met) took the cake. They were talking and suddenly he lets out a whoop. I really wasn't paying any attention; or I would have instinctively known what the whoop was about. He reaches around Tony to where I was standing and starts to shake my hand with great enthusiasm and says, "I've just got to shake your hand. You've got one hell of a uterus!". I, caught quite by surprise, was speechless. And he was gone just as quick as he came. After recounting the story to my mother and sister and to several others, I realized, that part of my body never gets any of the credit for all of these kiddos. So good job uterus! You done good.