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Saturday, June 19, 2010

Happy Day-before-Father’s Day!

On the way back from swim lessons today, I decided to drive by Aunt Sister’s old house to show Mary Ruth where Granny lived when I was a little boy (side note: I think I was well into my 20’s before I realized Sister wasn’t Aunt Sister’s real name… I think it’s Lula Belle or something like that). Any way, we drive by and the conversation went a little like this…

Me: “Look MR, that’s the house Granny lived in when I was a little boy”.

MR: “Does Granny live there now?”

Me: “No, sweetie, she just lived there when I was little”.

MR: “Where does Granny live now?”

Me: “Granny is in Heaven now”.

MR: “In South Carolina?”

Me: “No, baby, Granny is in Heaven with God”.

MR: “In South Carolina?”

Me: “Yeah, I guess you could say that”.
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Susie threw-up in The Wife’s mouth the other day.

You read that right. That’s why I don’t kiss babies. Ok, I kiss babies, but I always make sure I’m above them and not the other way around. Let that be a lesson for everyone.

I’m not one to criticize sports officials, but I find it hard not to criticize an official I don’t know from a country I can’t remember in a sport I know next to nothing about (what I do know, I learned from video games). Yesterday the US was down 0-2 to a country about the size of Summerville High School. For you non-soccer people reading this blog (i.e. Americans) being down 0-2 in soccer is like being down 17-63 in football. I’ll be the first to admit, after seeing that score I pulled a Billy Packer and called the game over. Well, friends, it wasn’t over. The US scored two goals to tie it all up (the first came when the goalie for the other country screamed like a little girl and got out of the way of a ball that was coming right at him… well, right at his face at least… still, no guts, no glory right?). The US then scored yet another goal to take the lead!!!! Except the ref blew his whistle (and the game) and called a… well, here’s the thing, I’m not sure what he called. As far as I can tell, no one knows what he called. But the goal didn’t count and so the US ended up with another tie. The good news is all the US has to do to advance is win their next match.

Chase Towne had the tube removed from his chest this past Thursday. Keep sending up prayers of thanks for all God has done for the Towne family.

Happy early Father’s Day to all you dads out there.
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