" A little bit of this and a little bit of that." That's what my Mom used to say when we asked what was for dinner. Now we've learned when she has us all over not to ask because she will always have the same response. So, that's what this post is a little of this, a little of that...
We've spent many weekends by the pool lately. I just can't give up summer yet. I love the fall weather. Football and a big bowl of chili are calling my name soon but, I also love being by the pool with a magazine and tanning. The kids I used to babysit, that are like family to us love when G comes to the pool because he's what they call "fun" and plays with them. Listen kids if I could lift you trust me I'd throw you in the water! 
We've also been addicted to the Olympics. I have Phelps Fever! I decided in honor of the Olympics I would break out my favorite shirt from 1996! That's right it's old, ripped, and prettttyyyyyyy grosssssss but it's my favorite! Growing up my Mom would try to throw it away when she would do laundry and I would dig it out of the trash when I noticed it wasn't back in my clean laundry basket. I even loved this shirt so much that I got to wear it in my 7th grade picture, not on purpose. We forgot it was picture day at our house and I wore this shirt, it used to be in better shape. I promise I don't wear this out in public and only bring it out for the Olympic games!
G is trying to throw it away as I sit here typing. I've got to go save my shirrrrrrrrrrttttttttttttt!!!
August 18, 2008
Posted by Mrs. Southern at 8:55 PM
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Maybe Nanny Ree can cut it into squares and make you a blanket. It looks like the shirt Richard Prior wore in the movie "The Toy" after the piranas got him. Retire it. Thinking back to you in 7th grade reminds me of when I'd babysit ya'll. Well, NR was supposed to be babysitting, but she'd end up just shaking her head at Phil's attempt at gymnastics/wrestling and start reading. You'd stand in front of the TV in the kitchen with closed captioning ignoring everybody while you, "practiced for chorus". Amy would just play with my hair while I watched Phil run around like a "yard ape" as your mom would say. Our only job was to make sure Phil didn't "ruin himself" when he sleep walked, hurt anyone else with his gym/wrestle moves, or break...anything else.
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