Happy One Month Noles

It has been a month and a day since we won the national championship and I cannot wait to celebrate for the next eleven.

I have done the most terrible job blogging, but wanted to share photos of the championship game. Mema, my grandmother, made us all Jameis Winston headbands to wear to the game. She distributed them to the family before we jumped on the plane. I’m pretty sure the rest of the airport was jealous.

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The game was terrifying and exciting all at the same time with the Noles coming out on top in the last few minutes. I love this photo and the fact that Mema is still wearing her headband — she is a trooper.

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Go Noles! >>—>>

Cheers to One Year of Becoming Marketable

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Happy Birthday to my blog, well really my grandmother and I’s blog! What a fun year it has been documenting the funny moments in the kitchen, life and everything in between.

To recap the year, we put together the most popular posts for those who missed them and those who’d like to read them again:

1. Grandma’s Know How to Party, Too

2. Don’t Knock It Till You TRI It

3. 10 Things I Have Learned From My Grandmother

4. Manic Monday

Hope you enjoy the posts and we can’t wait for another full year of fun 🙂

Move Over Mike Martin

The baseball-loving Seminole fan has struck again.

On Sunday, Mema had the chance to be the “honorary coach of the game”

She took her duties very seriously. For starters, she baked the team cookies.  She told them “How often does #11 make yall cookies?”  I can assume Coach Martin doesn’t spend his free time mixing up home made batter!

As coach of the game, she got to throw out the first pitch! I knew this was going to be a hit because she is the cutest thing in the world!

She approached the mound seriously, reached down to the ground to pick up some dirt, spit on the ball, reared back to throw and psyched the whole crowd out and went with a roll! Now that has got to be a first!

The players lined up to give her good luck hugs… probably the cutest thing I have ever seen. Here are some of my favorite photos!

When the game started we got to go into the locker room and see Mema and Papa’s lockers!

We had such a great time at the game, and the crowd where she sits gave her a standing ovation!

we got to choose you.

On Monday night Mema spoke to the Kappa Delta’s about her experience with the Children’s Homes Society, and adopting my dad and Aunt Ginny.  (btw, she loved coming to the chapter meeting)

After listening to her speak about the experiences her and my grandfather had, I thought I would dedicate a post to how grateful I am they adopted.

{photo of Mema, my Dad, and Aunt Ginny when they were kids}

I decided I would stick to just a few of my favorite stories THIS IS HARD:

EDUCATION:

When my grandparents were adopting my dad, the person in charge of adoption asked my grandfather how he felt about education and he said firmly,  “I will pay for as much education as he wants.”  LITTLE DID HE KNOW BERT CHANDLER WOULD GO TO PRE-SCHOOL, K-12, AND 13 YEARS OF COLLEGE.

BEDTIME STORIES:

Every night when my grandparents would put them to sleep, they would tell the kids the story of how they went to adopt them and “pick them out.”

Mema would say “All of the other parents got stuck with their kids, but we got to CHOOSE you.”

I was talking to Aunt Ginny about funny stories when they were kids and she said:

“I am the  luckiest adopted woman in the world, not only did I get the most incredible parents-but the most fantastic brother that there ever was.”

Thank God for Mema and Papa adopting, for the Children’s Homes Society, and all of the other parents who get to choose their children.

comment below and share your adoption stories 🙂

Read this on “Finding Gravity” blog, it reminds me so much of my dad and I.

The Renegade Rulebook

A few months ago, I featured a post titled “Ten Things I Learned From My Mom.” I’ve spent the last few weeks reflecting, and decided that I also wanted to feature a similar post dedicated to my father. I’m fortunate enough to have two loving parents that I am very close with, and I hope some day that I can take everything I’ve learned from them, and apply it to my own parenting techniques.

1. Kick ‘Em Where It Hurts

In first grade, I came off the school bus hysterically crying. My dad met me at the top of our driveway, tried to console the sobbing little human peeking timidly up at him from underneath her bangs, while clutching her ninja turtle lunch box. After he asked me what was wrong, I explained that another boy on the bus had been saying mean things to me. My dad told me…

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