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My Kind of Town

2 Jun

I’ve talked a little bit before about the small town that I was raised in and where I chose to move back to start my adult life. The town of Munford has a motto that is posted right in the middle of town. As you pass the small city hall you will see “My Kind of Town.”

I’ve always thought of this as my kind of town. When I moved to Memphis during college, I enjoyed being close to school and being just down the road from the mall, downtown, or anything else that I might want to get into, but I always knew that I would be coming back home to Munford.

All of the other education majors would ask about why I would choose to teach in Tipton County if I could make more money working out in Memphis. My friend and I would tell them about the great atmosphere and southern hospitality that make it ideal for settling down and raising a family.

I love that many of my childhood friends still live here. I love that many of our parents were friends and our families have known each other forever. I love that our kids can grow up together and that I can, generally speaking, trust anybody.  I love that there are teachers in our schools who taught us and that I had teachers who taught my parents.  I love that, even though our town has grown at an amazing rate,  giving us many more things to do in town, we can still drive down roads that don’t look like cluttered neighborhoods. We can find a country road where we may not see a house or another car for miles. We can see beautiful green pastures and fields and glimpses of the Mississippi River.

However, this past Thursday night, while we were at Bennett’s last ball game of the season,  a thieving predator swooped into our driveway and drove away with our boat. The bottom-feeding loser had to be watching because 14 minutes after I pulled out of the driveway, a friend identified the boat several miles from our house. He must have seen that Chris and B had their uniforms on and that we wouldn’t be back for a while. I guess he knew what he was doing.

What he didn’t know is that almost every house he passed for the first mile is a relative of mine. He also didn’t know that his truck would be identified by my aunt, a cousin, and two other friends as he drove down this road. You see, another reason that Munford is my kind of town is because there are so many people here that are willing to look out for each other and lend a helping hand. So, although the police have not located the boat, they do have leads that are helping them with the search.

I have been very upset by this violation to my personal property, not only because of the principle, but also because I had to watch my 4-year-old son cry because his boat and brand new fishing pole had been taken. We have had so many good times on that boat whether it be fishing in a local lake or just hanging out on the Mississippi or Tennessee Rivers.

So, as I sit inside on this gorgeous Sunday afternoon, when I would normally be cruising on my boat, I have a message for the low life SOB that has some bad karma headed his way:

A) You will reap what you sow and must face the consequences at some point.

B) You may have taken this


But you will never take all of the wonderful memories that were made


or the ones that are yet to be made.



C) Just so you know, we don’t take kindly to folks like you around here. So, if I were you I’d take my ass somewhere else because these country folk may appear pure as gold, but we all have a little redneck that’s ready to come out when someone does our people wrong.

This leach on society has my invitation to pack his crap and hit the road, because THIS is MY KIND OF TOWN.




4 Things I Love About Blogging

28 May

I started blogging on January 1st of this year. I decided to give it a try to help keep me accountable for sticking to goals that I set for myself.  Although the frequency of my posts varies, there are consistent reasons that I love blogging.

1) One of my original goals was to document more of our lives. I wanted to do a better job of keeping up with the things my family does and the amazingly fast growth process that Bennett is going through.  I’ve only been blogging for a few months, but I already love going back occasionally and reading a post or looking at some of the older pictures I’ve posted.  It is cheaper than printing a million pictures and allows me to describe the events in more detail than I would in a scrapbook.

2) Blogging has allowed me to make connections with friends and family, old and new. I’ve had old friends tell me they like reading my posts and keeping up with the things that we’re doing even though we don’t get to talk very much.  I’ve seen family members that we haven’t seen in years that say they read my posts to watch Bennett grow and change. I’ve also connected with new friends that either write their own blogs or just enjoy reading blogs.  Some of these women have given me good ideas, tips, and support which has been greatly appreciated.

3) Who can pass up cheap therapy? Sometimes I just feel better after sitting down and putting my thoughts out there. I’ve told you I’m very social, but every now and then I just need to vent without getting tons of feedback. Typing out these posts allows me to think things through and really wrap my mind around them.

4) This last thing really hit me today. I’ve been way off of my routine with eating and working out and after taking the time to catch up on my blog reading, I feel inspired to get out there and get back to it.  I’ve looked up some new recipes to try this summer while I’m off and I’m just waiting on sunset to hit the pavement. This is one of my favorite things about blogging, knowing I can jump on the Internet at any time and read tons of motivating women’s stories.


What’s your favorite thing about blogging or reading blogs?



Dazzling Descriptions of My Younger Days

25 Jan

One of my favorite things to do when my friends get together is sit around and tell stories about the crazy times we’ve had.  I love to sit and listen to my grandmother tell stories about her childhood and the way things used to be.  And who doesn’t love sharing hilarious stories about their siblings with brother and sister-in-laws?!?  I just couldn’t resist sharing the story of my brother singing karaoke in his big cowboy hat and showing off his awesome dance moves (when he was about 4,thankfully) with his girlfriend.  The more graphic these stories are, the more interesting and hilarious they tend to be.

I can still remember the details of those events so well.  I’ve always thought that I could never forget one thing about them.  I could look at a picture and see the whole story unfolding in my head.

Now, I’ve got 3 boxes of pictures, ranging from about two years before Bennett was born to a little after his first birthday, that I struggle to even put in order and label correctly.  This has really bothered me and made me hold off on doing anything with them.

I’ve kind of blamed this on my “old age”, but this week something made me think differently.  I’ve been teaching my kids about adjectives and how they help describe things. I’ve been telling them about how boring their stories are when they don’t use them and that others will enjoy reading it and remember it if they elaborate and help the reader picture the story in their head.

We did a fun activity where we ate some popcorn and then listed words that described it. I originally found it on Pinterest and it linked me to a first grade blog. The picture shows her idea, which I elaborated on to make it more challenging for my second graders.


The kids were having so much trouble.  They wanted to just gobble up the special treat and then could only say that it was “good”.  I told them to slow down and use their senses.  We then took the time to look at, smell, listen to, feel, and finally taste the popcorn.  They started coming up with wayyyy better words, such as delicious, noisy (when it pops), greasy, warm, and speckled (white and yellow).

Teachers are taught that we need to reflect on what we’ve done so that we can stick to the good parts and fix the bad parts.  So as I was driving home later that day, my mind fell on what REALLY worked in this lesson.  When I had the kids slow down and use all their senses, they got it, they enjoyed it so much more, and I bet they’ll remember it a little bit longer.

This led me to think about how I rush around going through the motions.  I do enjoy my life and try to be present in the moment, but I think sometimes I’m just preoccupied with other things that are going on in my life and not really taking the time to let it all sink in. Is this why I can’t organize and label my pictures? Have I let my preoccupied mind skip over the really important stuff?  I don’t know, but I decided it’s time to slow down and use my senses.  Maybe I’ll get it, enjoy it more, and remember it longer.

I want my kids and grandkids to love to sit around and listen to my dazzling descriptions of my younger days.  So I’m going to let it sink in one sense at a time.

Things I took in today:

See:  how happy Bennett was that I let Klyde ride with us to meet the bus this morning

Smell: all the yummy food in the teachers’ lounge knowing I had a bland “healthy” lunch

Hear: a student that NEVER stops talking didn’t speak for over an hour and I actually missed the sound of his voice

Taste: the yummy “healthy” Southwest Chicken Salad I made for dinner

Feel: my baby boy hugging me tight when I picked him up at the babysitter

What will your senses help you remember about today?

Thanks for reading,