Saturday, April 30, 2011

A day at the Lake

Friends enjoying snacks.



good times.



going bad.



bad.



What's a little shoving between friends? It's nothing candy can't cure.



This is just for Nic's daddy. He makes fun of me for being dressed like a dandy for church. Really, Ryan? Glass houses...



Love, The Plum

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Monday, April 25, 2011

some bunny

I'm surrounded by idiots.



I woke up Sunday morning to a basket full of goodies. Seems harmless enough, but where did it come from?



It seems that some "Easter Bunny" came into our home in the middle of the night and left this basket. He to come through our front door because Izzy and Addy did not see him. All these two did was snap pictures of me.



Then we get to my Non's and Paw's and there are two more baskets-one that Travis gave to me from the Easter Bunny and that Non gave me from the Bunny. When my Aunt M came, she also brought a basket from this Bunny. So he has broken and entered in Vicksburg, Utica and Brandon. No one but me seems concerned about why this cracked out rabbit is leaving me happies. He is lulling them into a false sense of security!

What is a Plum to do?

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Who's my daddy?

Look at these curls.



I think it is pretty evident that the Cuddler is lying when she says Morning Guy is my daddy. I've come up with a few guesses of my own...







What do you think?

Sunday, April 17, 2011

SWOOSH...

Well, that's that. In one brief moment, my grandparents house is gone.



Their things are strewn from hell to breakfast.



Amazingly, my Mammaw is fine. Her eyes are black because debris broken her nose, she is black and blue all over and she has stitched up cuts on her finger and eye brow. She heard a "swoosh" and got in the hallway closet. A nice man and his son were driving through the neighborhood and dug her out. You can read all about it here at Clarionledger.com. It was front page news today.



What you can't read about in the newspaper is that the bedroom in the front corner of their house (the one highest in the air now) was known as the boys' room. It was the boys' room because when my grandparents moved into this house 40 plus years ago with their two sons and two daughters, the girls got first choice on the bedrooms. They did not pick that room. This has always baffled me because the boys' room was twice as big as the girls' room. See, my daddy "persuaded" my aunts that they should pick the smaller bedroom because it had floral wallpaper in the closet. That's right, they picked the small room because of the wallpaper in the closet. No, they are not as dumb as this story makes them sound.

Anyway, I always slept in the boys room. My family is very food oriented. Every morning my Mammaw would wake me up with fresh waffles and homemade syrup. It was a perk.

I was sleeping there in 1985 when, in the middle of the night, my grandparents got the call that my uncle had been killed in a car wreck. At this time, my aunt was eight months pregnant with their second child.

I slept in that room in college when I came home to visit during my Papaw's second treatment for colon cancer. It is same bedroom that I caught a cat nap in after I stayed the night at the hospital with Pappaw when the cancer came back for the third time in 2003. Jessica and I slept there one night after we graduated college.

This is the house where I gathered with the rest of my family in the days after my Pappaw died but before we buried him to eat and remember him. That house was the first place I went once I was cleared to drive after John Hinton was born. My Mammaw and I ate Chickfila and stared at him.

I did not go to dig through the rubble with my family this weekend. Somehow, I figured that the Plum would be hard to handle in the debris. So, he and I waited until the work crews-every other member of family-were back at my parents and joined them for more food.

In the morning before they start demolition, I will go to this house one last time to say a prayer and goodbye.

My Mammaw said the worst thing about all of this is that now everyone will know how much stuff she had. She had lots of stuff.

What else is there to say?

Sunday, April 10, 2011

These are the days when memories are made...

We spent the weekend with our friends Anni and Julian.

Julian and I rode his tractor.







How stinking cute is Anni?

She and I watched a little Sesame Street.



Julian played a clown.



After a great weekend in Starkville, we made a trip to Dog Road. My PawPaw and I enjoyed some popcorn and chocolate.





My Nonnie did not think that PawPaw should let me eat popcorn so she kept killing our fun. And the quote of day from my PawPaw: "Damn Beckey, It's a miracle I kept Chris alive for two years before I met you and I was a lot dumber then than I am now."

From the Cuddler: If I could bottle today up and breathe it in, I would. We enjoyed crawfish and fried fish. My mom and Kelsey gave John Hinton rides on the golf cart. My brother and JR took Plum to splash in the lake. We ate ice cream on the deck. Today was the kind of day that my Papaw lived for and the kind that would allow me to die happy.