Beach Trip 2013

Greetings from the beach! As I mentioned in a post last week, I am on vacation this week with my sister-in-law, nieces, and grandmother. We arrived yesterday, and after settling in, commenced the start of Vacation 2013!

I discovered that elevator buttons and I do not get along. As we loaded the elevator to go to our room, I noticed a sound similar to an alarm. I kept looking around to see where the noise was coming from, but failed to find it. It was at this time that a man whom I did not know said “I think you’re hitting the alarm button with your purse.” I looked down, and sure enough, I was the one causing the alarming noise (pun most definitely intended). It was at this point that I just laughed it off and mentally made a note to not act like a Clampett on this trip.

 

We spent the morning on the beach  and at the pool, and are now just kicked back and living on beach time.

 

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Father’s Day

I’m watching the College World Series and I really should be in bed (discipline, Molly. Discipline.) but I don’t want to stop watching the game (I love baseball.) so…I decided to blog. I’m so going to pay for this in the morning.

I did want to share some photos from our father’s day celebration before I forget and it’s Christmas before you see them. I spent the day after church sleeping (see previous post about how old I’m getting to understand why I slept), and around 3:30 I woke up revived and ready to celebrate. We headed to Ashe County Park and met up with my brothers and their families and friends for a cookout. The rest of the evening was spent eating, talking, and trying not to think that Monday morning was looming ever closer. It was a really fun evening, but I’ll let the pictures do the talking…

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We had a great time celebrating our dads, and hope you did too!

Big is Good, Giant is Better.

I have to take my dog to obedience class in about 30 minutes , and as I’m sitting here eating a salad, I thought I could write a blog post!

Sometimes I can be real spontaneous.

I’ve had a few pictures sitting on my computer that I’ve been meaning to share, but haven’t.

Sometimes I procrastinate.

However, today is the day!

Sometimes I actually do something about my procrastination.

Last Monday my family joined my brother and his family for a cookout at the campground they were staying at. That’s where I tried Cornbread Salad for the first time and fell in love. It was a fun time of laughter, talking, walking (must exercise the dogs!), and food. I volunteered to pick up s’more (my spell check doesn’t recognize this word which is just WRONG) supplies (my love language) and I decided that it was time to go big or go home; so I bought the Campfire “Roasters”

Please note the HUGE marshmallows. They make me happy.

Please note the HUGE marshmallows. They make me happy.

The children were, of course, enthralled with my choice in marshmallows. Their parents, however, were silently cursing me under their breath. I’m their aunt, it’s my job.

What's a campsite without the bug zapper? I used to have so much fun with these as a child.

What’s a campsite without the bug zapper? I used to have so much fun with these as a child.

The daddy of the campsite, my brother, Drew.

The daddy of the campsite, my brother, Drew.

The food.

The food.

Yes, the marshmallow is as big as her head.

Yes, the marshmallow is as big as her head.

He takes after his aunt

He takes after his aunt

All smiles

All smiles

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Roast, roast, roast!

Roast, roast, roast!

Roast, roast, roast!

Roast, roast, roast!

I hope these pictures convey just how much fun we had. I was most excited about the giant marshmallows because, well, they’re marshmallows and they’re giant. What’s not to love? I hope that your Memorial Day celebrations were as much fun as ours! I’ll leave you with a picture of beauty:

A picture of summer.

A picture of summer.

A Good Marriage

 

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“There is no more lovely, friendly or charming relationship, communion or company, that a good marriage.”

Martin Luther 

My parents celebrate 36 years of marriage today. I’m beyond grateful that God placed me in a home where I was able to witness the type of marriage that Martin Luther describes: a good marriage. It is my hope and prayer that I can carry on what I’ve seen and learned from them, and have a good marriage of my own. Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!

Catching Up: Birthdays and Scrimmages

In an effort to share the past few weeks, I’m still playing catch up. Today is all about birthdays and scrimmages. Fun stuff, no?

Last weekend we celebrated Drew and Fran’s kids birthdays with one big party.

Cade and Julee

Cade’s new ball!

Dustin, Julee, and Daphne

Wardy-Boy loves “Spidaman”

Little Mary Frances

Evelyn Ruth

And then just the past weekend we headed to FanFest at The Rock to watch the Scrimmage and I stayed for the NeedtoBreathe concert.

For the record my father posed like this

Hello, all!

We have App State pride!

Yes, we’re out of focus…yes, I still like it.

Me and Mamaw. Isn’t she cute?

Some random guy. I liked his shirt since it’s a quote from “Gladiator”

Finally time for the scrimmage!!!

It was great to get a small glimpse of our team for 2012, and I’m excited to see what the season unfolds!

See y’all tomorrow!

Molly the Beagle

I may have mentioned this before, but the name “Molly” is the second most popular name for female dogs. I’ve always lamented this fact, and I never thought that my one of my family members would name their dog “Molly.” Well, I was wrong. My brother, Dustin, was recently given the opportunity to adopt an eight year old beagle named, you guessed it, Molly. Dustin accepted and he is now the proud owner of a sweet, sweet beagle named Molly.

I happen to be dog-sitting Molly this week, and I’ve found it to be quite weird to call a dog by my name. It’s as if I’m talking to myself, and it’s so weird. For instance I woke Molly up this morning, and said “good morning, Molly! Did you sleep well last night? Are you ready to go outside, Molly?” See, it’s just like I’m talking to myself. Then there’s when my family is talking about Molly the dog, and I think they’re talking about me. Here’s an excerpt:

Dad to Dustin: “How did Molly do tonight? Did she run any rabbits?”

Dustin to Dad: ” Yeah, she did really well. She followed one really well.”

Molly: ” What the heck are you guys talking about? I did NOT run any rabbits tonight!”

Dad and Dustin to Molly: ” Molly, we’re talking about Molly the beagle, not Molly the Molly.”

It can get rather confusing at times.

So, in order to remedy this predicament my sister in law love, Daphne has started calling me “Molly Number One” and the beagle “Molly Number Two”. So now whenever she calls me she says “Molly Number One, can you come here a minute?” And when she’s calling the dog she’ll say “how is Molly Number Two today?” the good news is that it seems to be working. At least I’m not responding to “Molly! Here girl!” any more.

The best part is that Molly Number Two now has a loving family, and the little girl has kind of grown on me too.

This is Molly Number One signing off…