Saturday, March 21, 2009

Brandon's Pitching Debut~

This weekend was the Summerfield Baseball Tournament. We started out Thursday afternoon beating Bernice 15 - 0. Friday night we played Quitman and lost 11 - 7. We were down 9 - 3 when the coach decided to let Brandon pinch hit for another player. The bases were loaded and Brandon got a triple. Charlene made a video and posted it on her Facebook page. You should go check it out, but I warn you....turn down your speakers cause all you can hear is this Mama screaming!!! Not sure who she could be.....but she sure is LOUD!!! Saturday morning, Bernice was supposed to play Shongaloo.....Bernice didn't show so Coach Scriber decided to let our boys play them and told Brandon he was gonna pitch....I was nervous..not sure about Brandon, but he did pretty darn good for his first time to pitch. The picture above is Coach Scriber lining the boys out on where he wanted them to play!!



This is Brandon getting ready to pitch....he really looks like he is praying in this picture...I know I was!!!

And....here he is starting his wind up!



And then releasing the ball!!!!




Check out that face!!!! That's his MEAN face...LOL!!!! NOT!!!! Anyway, Summerfield got third in the tournament tonite after playing Homer. The final game between Quitman and Sarepta was still being played when we left! It was an exciting tournament and I look forward to the next few years sitting in those stands watching Brandon aka BRANFLAKES...playing some b-ball and pitching many more games....can you tell I am just a little proud of my boy????

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Stranger~

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small Louisiana town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with Adventures, mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped Talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.) Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave. More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.


His name?.... .. . We just call him 'TV.' (Note: This should be required reading for every household in America !)

He has a wife now...We call her 'Computer'...

Saturday, March 7, 2009

He Is!!




Please watch this video and leave me some comments ....This is such an AWESOME song!!! I had the great pleasure of hearing Jeoffrey Benward sing this song at Shreveport Community Church last year. It was such a blessing that by the time he was finished, everyone was on their feet!! Sometimes we just need to be reminded of who our God is! HE IS!