Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Goodbye, Baby A


During the last few weeks, I've enjoyed countless blog posts and Pinterest pins on the glory of Fall. I've enjoyed the cooler weather, college football, boots, pumpkin spice coffee and all other goodies she brings, too. I've also spent the last month being angry with summer.  That's right.  Summer is a thief.  She breezes in with promises of beach trips and lazy days, but I've found, she wants something in return.  She has taken from me before, so I should have seen it coming.  This was ruthless though. Just as she was sneaking out on September 22, she grabbed something so precious:

"I know my ear trick is darling"


"Nanny's party wore me out"


"Mama, look what I got you for Christmas!"


"I was going to be Cujo until Mama found this ridiculous glow in the dark pirate costume"

It has been hard to adjust to homecoming without wagging, walking alone with no panting, grits in the morning with no begging and sitting down to watch TV with no petting.

To quote one of the most wonderful kiddie lit authors ever,  he was, "precious and priceless and fascinating and winsome".  (-Kevin Henkes, Chrysanthemum)

Soon, another dog will come into our lives - cause who can live without one?  There will never be another Baby A - lover of grits, running, squirrels, CHILDREN, balls, his Chic Fil A cows and most of all - our family.  He is sorely missed.


Archie "Baby A", "Mr. Pants", "Angel Baby"

May 3, 2007 - September 22, 2014

The dog is the most faithful of animals and would be much esteemed were it not so common.
Our Lord God has made his greatest gifts the commonest.  - Martin Luther





Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Pray for the Amazing Cooper B

I've lost track.  Nineteen, twenty?  I'm not sure how many surgeries, but Cooper has had lots for a little guy who is not quite finished being ten.  Anyway, he'll have another one today.  There is an infection involved and hardware that is potentially rejecting.  Please pray for the little boy with the mouth that doesn't stop and the heart that doesn't give up.

Check out this link for more on The Amazing Cooper B.

Homecoming 2014 Part II

This was the year.  I finally got it.  It took me until his Junior year, but I got it nonetheless.  For homecomings and proms past, I've asked sweetly to get some pictures.  These requests have seemingly fallen on deaf ears.  While Baby Noona will allow umpteen gillion pictures of any event, John will not.  Boys are like that.

This year was different, this year:


I realized it was all about $$$.  I paid dearly, but I got some pics....

John and his date, Mc.




When you want something done, it never hurts to send along "a reminder".
....priceless.



Sunday, September 21, 2014

Homecoming 2014

With three volleyball games and a football game,



we had a lot going on for Homecoming week.  Julia and some buddies and I had shopped for dresses several weeks ago.  By the time the event rolled around, no one was wearing her original choice, though none of them could have been more beautiful.



Baby Noona and her date, JB.


These men are truly brave considering they escorted most of the 9th grade volleyball team.







After pictures at The Georgia Club, they all boarded "The Boogie Bus" for dinner at Sakura and then the dance at NOHS.  



"Behave", we shouted as the bus pulled away.... I'm sure they were listening....







Sunday, August 24, 2014

Busy, Busy, Busy

Like Professor Hinkle in my favorite Christmas cartoon, Frosty, we are busy, busy, busy. It's August, so that means plenty of volleyball...

NOHS JV Volleyball Team: 1st Place Winners in Titan Spiketacular Tournament 8/16/14

and football....

NOHS vs St Pius 8/15/14



Thursday, August 07, 2014

First Day of School

First day of high school - 9th grade


First day as a Junior - 11th grade

Sunday, August 03, 2014

Cooperstown

This article appeared in today's Athens Banner Herald.  The columnist is none other than The Last Southerner, Darrell Huckaby, and the trip was the one John and his cousins took with Nanny last week.  Cooper in this article is the Amazing Cooper B.  This amazing story happened during the induction ceremony for Cox, Glavine and Maddux into the Baseball Hall of Fame.  The man with the wheelchair - well -he is the "Amazing unnamed Angel".


What an incredible weekend it was. To begin with, any time you can visit the Big Apple with 55 of your closest friends, you are having a good day. I know a place in Little Italy that serves such good lasagna that you’d swear you were on a sidestreet in Rome. And they know my name! They didn’t know it at the Cheers Bar in Boston Monday, but they know it on Mulberry Street in New York City.
Then we got to go to the Cathedral of Baseball.  Love ‘em or hate ‘em, the Yankees are the most storied franchise in the history of professional sports, and their magnificent stadium reflects their legacy and their success. They have retired more numbers than Sing Sing and tributes to their legends, past and present, are everywhere.
You have to lay your head somewhere at night — even in the city that doesn’t sleep — and we chose the Bronx Opera House — an elegant former theater where the Marx Brothers and Harry Houdini used to perform. It beats camping out in Central Park.
Hall of Fame weekend. Amazing!!! Yes, I meant to use three exclamation points. It may be poor journalism, but all three are needed to get the message across.
Maddux. Class act. Glavine. Class act. Bobby Cox. Class act. They deserved the support the South — especially Athens, Atlanta and the state of Georgia — were there to give them. Cooperstown was abuzz for two days and anyone who has ever gripped a baseball — or a bat — and dreamed, would have loved being a part of the induction weekend madness.
We saw Pete Rose, Ernie Banks, Whitey Ford, Cal Ripken, Jr., Sandy Koufax and the list goes on and on and on and on. Unbelievable. Unbelievable. Yes, I meant to say it twice.
Then we dropped by the Basketball Hall of Fame for good measure — which was a huge disappointment. I saw Betty Faith Jaynes’ picture, but Ronald Bradley was not listed among high school coaches with 1,000 wins. Somebody needs to correct that. And they had a showcase of what was supposed to be the best college coaches ever, but Adolph Rupp was nowhere to be found.
Say what?
We capped off the weekend on Monday night by watching the Red Sox get trounced in Fenway Park — but we watched from a private box on the right field roof. Not a bad way to cap off the trip. Plus we avoided a huge tornado-spawning thunderstorm.
Now I told you all of that to tell you this. None of the above is what made the trip so special.
What better way to experience baseball than through the eyes of a 10 year-old boy? We had one with us. His name is Cooper. He has red hair and freckles, is full of enthusiasm and loves baseball. Loves it. No, I don’t think the town was really named for him, but I told him it was. Cooper spends most of his waking moments getting wheeled around in a rolling chair — which doesn’t deter his good time one bit.
But his wheelchair broke on the third day of our trip, and all the king’s horses and the seven Georgia Tech engineers we had in our group couldn’t put it together again.
We were headed to Cooperstown on a Sunday. Cooperstown is a village of 1,850 people. We didn’t have any notion that we would be able to find a wheelchair on a Sunday. But I said a prayer and called the local medical center. The guy who answered the phone called his supervisor, who called a buddy at home, who called another buddy at home.
The third or fourth buddy called my cellphone. He told me that he would go to his place of business — a medical supply store that is open Monday through Friday, 8:30 to 4:30, and pick up a chair, fight the traffic involved with packing 50,000 people into a 1,850-person town and bring the chair to us.
Wow!!! Yes, I know I used three again.
We met our Good Samaritan and asked if we could pay for the rental with a credit card. Our hearts sank when he said no, because we had limited cash. They soared when he said, “You can’t pay me at all. This one is on the house.”
He wasn’t done. When I asked about arrangements for returning the chair, he told us to keep it. “He’ll need it in the next town,” was his logic. Yes, he gave us a wheelchair. A nice one.
Thank you, God, for angels among us. Can I get a witness?
Darrell Huckaby is an educator, author and public speaker. Contact him atwww.darrellhuckaby.net.

eball. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, the Yankees are the most storied franchise in the history of professional sports, and their magnificent stadium reflects their legacy and their success. They have retired more numbers than Sing Sing and tributes to their legends, past and present, are everywhere.
You have to lay your head somewhere at night — even in the city that doesn’t sleep — and we chose the Bronx Opera House — an elegant former theater where the Marx Brothers and Harry Houdini used to perform. It beats camping out in Central Park.
Hall of Fame weekend. Amazing!!! Yes, I meant to use three exclamation points. It may be poor journalism, but all three are needed to get the message across.
Maddux. Class act. Glavine. Class act. Bobby Cox. Class act. They deserved the support the South — especially Athens, Atlanta and the state of Georgia — were there to give them. Cooperstown was abuzz for two days and anyone who has ever gripped a baseball — or a bat — and dreamed, would have loved being a part of the induction weekend madness.
We saw Pete Rose, Ernie Banks, Whitey Ford, Cal Ripken, Jr., Sandy Koufax and the list goes on and on and on and on. Unbelievable. Unbelievable. Yes, I meant to say it twice.
Then we dropped by the Basketball Hall of Fame for good measure — which was a huge disappointment. I saw Betty Faith Jaynes’ picture, but Ronald Bradley was not listed among high school coaches with 1,000 wins. Somebody needs to correct that. And they had a showcase of what was supposed to be the best college coaches ever, but Adolph Rupp was nowhere to be found.
Say what?
We capped off the weekend on Monday night by watching the Red Sox get trounced in Fenway Park — but we watched from a private box on the right field roof. Not a bad way to cap off the trip. Plus we avoided a huge tornado-spawning thunderstorm.
Now I told you all of that to tell you this. None of the above is what made the trip so special.
What better way to experience baseball than through the eyes of a 10 year-old boy? We had one with us. His name is Cooper. He has red hair and freckles, is full of enthusiasm and loves baseball. Loves it. No, I don’t think the town was really named for him, but I told him it was. Cooper spends most of his waking moments getting wheeled around in a rolling chair — which doesn’t deter his good time one bit.
But his wheelchair broke on the third day of our trip, and all the king’s horses and the seven Georgia Tech engineers we had in our group couldn’t put it together again.
We were headed to Cooperstown on a Sunday. Cooperstown is a village of 1,850 people. We didn’t have any notion that we would be able to find a wheelchair on a Sunday. But I said a prayer and called the local medical center. The guy who answered the phone called his supervisor, who called a buddy at home, who called another buddy at home.
The third or fourth buddy called my cellphone. He told me that he would go to his place of business — a medical supply store that is open Monday through Friday, 8:30 to 4:30, and pick up a chair, fight the traffic involved with packing 50,000 people into a 1,850-person town and bring the chair to us.
Wow!!! Yes, I know I used three again.
We met our Good Samaritan and asked if we could pay for the rental with a credit card. Our hearts sank when he said no, because we had limited cash. They soared when he said, “You can’t pay me at all. This one is on the house.”
He wasn’t done. When I asked about arrangements for returning the chair, he told us to keep it. “He’ll need it in the next town,” was his logic. Yes, he gave us a wheelchair. A nice one.
Thank you, God, for angels among us. Can I get a witness?
Darrell Huckaby is an educator, author and public speaker. Contact him atwww.darrellhuckaby.net.