Here are the Mounties holding back Lawrence Co. with NO PROBLEM at all!!! Look at that pile they got going! All it takes is a couple of Mounties, and NO ONE is getting through! Go Big Blue and Gold! (Can you tell I am ready for football season? Yeah, I didn't think so either!)
PLUS..... BJ had his FIRST OFFICIAL KCU KNIGHTS GAME!!!!
Way to rock that old 28, baby!
He hurt his arm somehow, haven't talked to family but saw an update on his sis's myspace, so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE remember him in prayer. He has worked SO HARD and been robbed of SO MUCH and came SO FAR that I JUST KNOW GOD has his hands all over BJ!!!!!
This one is a story that I hope no one finds offensive, but if you knew the little fella involved and our family's weird sense of humor, this is priceless. Warning, if you have just had a death in the family, perhaps you should move on to something else. Ahem. LOL.
You all now Cullen, right? (I tried to find his picture on my computer and the blog, but couldn't find the one I had in mind, so, sorry! lol)
Well, he is the King of Drama. Seriously. There is nothing that he won't think of. Or say. Or do.
This was about 3 years ago. We had a death in our church, a life long member who developed a brain tumor and took his life way before anyone expected. He and his wife had 2 children, one who had just graduated high school, and one just entering. This man had touched several peoples lives, Cullen's included.
But ya just gotta know Cullen.
I was staying with Cullen and his family at the time, and after this funeral of this man we had to leave to go on a trip concerning Austin, Cullen's big brother, so we did not get to go to the grave side service. The next weekend, which was about 4 days after the burial, I went to Wally World and had only Cullen with me. I was going past the cemetery where the man was buried, and Cullen yelled, "GO BACK! GO BACK! I wanna see T's grave!"
Well, I did a u turn at a church right up the road and headed back to the cemetery. (I knew Cullen's mom would not care for him stopping by to pay his respects. Cullen had lost an aunt, and a few older relatives, and was just not too disturbed by death, if you know what I mean. Not to sound that he was calloused, but I just want to make sure everyone understands that I knew I wasn't putting the child through a traumatizing situation.) I thought I knew where T was buried, and I headed that way. Well, I circled the cemetery about 4 times, and could not find ONE, SINGLE fresh grave. There just wasn't one where I thought he was buried. Cullen was beginning to get impatient, and wanted to get and and search for the grave himself, so I pulled over in the general location of T's grave and in search we went. It was one of these kinds of cemeteries, pictured below, not an individual family cemetery.
Well, not 4 steps out of the car, I saw a fresh grave that just wasn't visible from the car. "This way, Cullen." He followed me, and we had a brief moment of silence.
"I would like to say a few words," Cullen said in his most serious voice.
"Sure, sweetheart, I think that would be lovely."
Well, Cullen being a child of tradition and respect knew that you needed flowers or some type of token if this was to be done properly, so he reached over at the grave next to T's, and STOLE THE FLOWERS OFF THE TOMBSTONE and began his speech.
True, the flowers were dingy and looked like they had been there for quite some time, but I had to stifle some giggles at our "grave robbing."
Then came the speech.
"Dear Lord," with his 'oh-so-Cullen' voice, "we want to thank you for the service Brother T provided for us while he was here on this Earth. I know my mom said he used to couldn't sing good, but you finally blessed him with a gift because he wouldn't give up until you FINALLY made him able to sing good and I even liked his singing very much."
A look up to me for encouragement.
A nod to him to continue, with glazed over eyes as not to give away my burst of laughter right below the surface.
Cullen continued the rest of the speech dircted to T himself. "Sometimes you picked on me, but I think you really liked me even though you couldn't tell it. And I am sorry that you went bald so young and used to wear a wig but gave it up and just went bald and didn't have hair. I remember when you got me in trouble at church for tearing up the wire on the microphone. And I am sorry R used to pick on you when you were young and in school, and he is too.... "
And Cullen proceeded to name off every single memory he could think of involving T. Which was a lot of memories cause the child is like an elephant. From a distance, it looked like we were having a great, touching moment. Now, don't get me wrong. Cullen was serious as a heart attack, and T himself would have LOVED, LOVED, LOVED his eulogy from Cullen, but it was just absolutely cracking me up.
Here we stand, with stolen flowers, going over T's life history from Cullen's point of view, a few people milling about at different graves (it was a semi-large cemetery for our neck of the woods) and we have been there for about 20 minutes. Finally, Cullen looked up at me with a look of bereavement and said, "I think I am ready to go now."
"Okay, sweetheart, lets get back in the car."
So he placed the stolen flowers on the grave and with a dramatic sigh, he headed back to my car. We went on to Wally World and Cullen was fine as a fiddle. I told his mom about it and we kind of giggled and talked about how we were glad Cullen got to do that and how cracked up T would be if he could look down and see all that had happened that day.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEELL, a few months later, I went with my mom to the cemetery to visit T's grave and take a flower arrangement (not stolen, by the way) and just see the grave. We turn into the cemetery, and my mom turns right, not left, and heads down to a totally different part of the cemetery than which Cullen and I held our little memorial service.
"You're going the wrong way, Mom," I quickly corrected her. "It is by that statue over there."
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is."
"No it isn't. I came to the burial and saw where they put him. I KNOW it is over here."
"Whatever, Mom," I say, thinking I am going to get to prove my senile mother wrong.
Well, we pull up to a parking spot, and sure enough, there is T's beautiful new tombstone, with flowers and such all around it.
"This can't be," I declare. "I looked EVERYWHERE and there was only ONE new grave when I brought Cullen here and it was over there." (The fresh grave, months earlier, had no marker of any kind, by the way. Obviously not the tombstone so soon, but not even one of those little markers they usually put, but it really was the only new grave I found so I thought I had found the correct one.)
But there was T's name, dates of birth and death all staring me in the face. I told mom the story of how Cullen and I had a grave side memorial (with STOLEN flowers) at the WRONG GRAVE and told her how Cullen told every memory he ever had about T.
We laughed and laughed and laughed. Anyone that saw us probably thought we were just loony, or crazy with grief, or God knows what.
You just had to know T, and Cullen, and know that there couldn't be a more fitting way for Cullen to have a memorial for T than at a wrong grave with stolen flowers.
It was fitting to a "T."
Me snoozing in the second one because the medicine had kicked in....
and me and hubby in the last one...keep praying for me! Love you all...Robyn
P.S. So far I will say that I think I am doing better than even the last one...God sure is good to me!!
From Lisa: I want to thank all of our bloggy friends for remembering my dear cousin Robyn in your prayers. I know your responses touch her so much, as you could imagine. Please keep her and her sweet family in your prayers as she continues her journey.
Chilling on the bench before we headed back up to the camp. 
Head on over to Kiss the Frog for Me for more FFF Fun.
Happy Friday!
Dylan LOVES tomatoes! 
Nothing to do with Dylan, but Carmen, the kitty on the left, will be DOGGONED if she gives up her spot in the flower pot to Bonnie. Even if she looks like she is floating on air.
So, I have some pictures from camp I am going to post soon, because I already put them on a disc and am too lazy to get it out and upload them to the blog now. *blush* But we shall have to see what our picture-future holds! LOL
Happy Monday everyone, and Welcome to the Blog Carnival brought to us by MckMama and enjoyed by many.
First off, I just want to say has it already been a week since my last "Not Me?" Guess so.
I did not HAVE A STINKING BLAST with all the Mr. Daddy and Rachel fun and games in the comment sections HERE and HERE thanks to Pam D. I am mature and have many more things to do than keep up with comments for like an entire week.
I did not admit to playing with my Great Aunt Jo's "fake boob" in Rachel's "Not Me" comment section of her post today, either. That would be so silly. Plus, I never did such a thing as a child.
As also mentioned in Rachel's comment section, Dylan did not remove his diaper at his 2 hour visitation with his dad last week and sling poop all over the room. :) And he isn't even to the age when he can do mean things just because we put him up to it either! ;)
I was not slightly disappointed that there was no more poop slinging on his overnight visit this past Saturday night, either. But I did hear reports of biting, so Dylan did not totally disappoint.
I have not spent hours a little while searching the world wide web for party ideas and designs for my aunt's 60th birthday party in just shy of 3 weeks from now. I am not totally excited and wish I had endless resources at my expense to throw her the best Sixty Shindig ever had, either.
I am not hoping and praying (and asking you all to join in with my family) that my Cuzzin Robyn will be up to the trip here for the big day of the party, as well.
Our new signal to let Aunt Susie (or lovingly referred to as "Doo Doo" by Dylan) know that Dylan is sleeping is not to place Walter the Duck (Dylan's dancing, hopping, singing "If You're Happy & You Know It" duck from great aunt deane) in the front window because he kinda "glows" through the window pane.
I have not watched "We Are Marshall" three times this weekend, either. Not because it is about our (well, West Virginia's) very close college that suffered a horrific tragedy. A school that I have drove by a million times, been in (but not attended class), gone to football games there, plus was born right down the street from Marshall University in Huntington. AND gotta LOVE me some Matthew Mcconaughey action too. I did not cry every time I watched it either, even though I have watched it like 20 times already. I know this paragraph does not make any attempt at grammatical correctness, but I am too sleep deprived to care.
Counting the "Not Me" button that links to MckMama's page, I did not link up to SEVEN seperate posts/linky things/whatever you want to call them. That would be WAAAAY over the top, and I am NEVER over the top. Ahem.
At that last admiting of guilt, I am not going to curl up in my 'invisible chair' and go to sleep for a bit. Then laundry awaits.
Happy Monday!
Here is my Wordless Wednesday picture:
Here is the Front and Back version! This is my lovely cousin BJ.
To make a long story short, every year at church camp, the girls and boys play a game of football against each other. The girls are the Pixie Stix, the boys are the Mean Machine. There is only one rule in favor of the girls: They are allowed to recruit! So recruit they did, to the boys surprise! BJ, you know, THIS BJ* (see picture below) and his buddy Jordan joined the Pixie Stix this year.
The girls (AND the boys) take this game oh so serious. They even break out the war paint. Kendra is getting Chelsea all "dolled" up! That is Jordan in the blue shirt, the other recruit, and former Tolsia Rebel as well. He didn't have a shirt that said "Pixie Stix" but to make things fair he changed into one of the girls airbrushed shirts that said "Lynn" on it!
Here is (most of) the whole Pixie Stix gang. Doesn't BJ look so adorable down in front? LOL
Basil and Teresa, the head counselors, dishing out the rules. TOUCH football, not Try-to-break-some-one's-arm Football.
And they are off.
BJ doing his share for the Pixie Stix.
Blocking Adam so Kendra could get the ball.
Time out. Teresa giving them a play, it seems! Love it!
Sonya catching a flopped ball.
Tarryn, with the medical boot, was on the injured list this year. :( Last year it was Chelsea with a broke arm. That is Laura to the right of Tarryn. She has been a part of SCC since birth, and she is dating BJ, and we couldn't be more ecstatic!
Adam's open. So is Austin.
Okay, since I don't have a fancy shmancy camera that will take a picture every second or whatever, I will have to give you the play by play of this next shot.
See the football, as indicated by the arrow?
See the people numbered 1, 2, 3 & 4?
See the big "X" on the ground? That is where people 1-4 ended up about 3 seconds after this shot. It was great! lol
Unfortunately for the Pixie Stix, BJ & Jordan could not stay for the entire game due to family obligations, so the Mean Machine made a comeback and beat the Pixie Stix in the end. The Mean Machine is doing their happy dance/circle chant to the left here.
Kayla says "Bring it on for next year, boys!"
And so is another tradition of Silver Creek Church Camp.
This week on I Heart Faces, they have two themes. Funny, Silly Faces, and a Pets Category.
This is Laura and Adam. Adam cannot take a serious picture. But we love him anyway!
This is Daylight. He was our loving cat for about 14 years. This past month, Daylight passed away. This picture was taken about 2 weeks before we had to take him to the vet, where he died receiving IV fluids to help his kidneys. We all miss him very much, expecially Momma Amy, and no one will ever take his place on our little kitty farm.
Join in the fun here, at I Heart Faces!
