Sunday, June 24, 2012

My Dad's Day

I'm supposed to say my dad is the greatest because he's my father, and he spoiled me rotten, and I'm his Punkin Head, and he protected me from all bad things in the world.  But seriously folks, as an adult, I see him in a whole different light.  I still see him as an amazing father, one I still call for advice, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to protect me and guide me.  But as an adult, I see him as such an amazing man.  As a community leader.  As a man children look up to.  As a best friend to others.  As a wonderful husband to my mother.  As a faithful Christian servant.  As a loyal son.  I don't know another man as special as he is, I believe the Good Lord broke the mold here!  I am so blessed to be his daughter, and so thankful to celebrate Father's Day with him!

I also got to love on my sweet PawPaw, who always keeps me smiling!  He's nearly 82 years young, and spent the weekend on the farm on daddy's new Gator enjoying dirt roads and big boy drinks!  I'm told what happens in Highland Home stays in Highland Home.....  This man has the key to my heart.
 And since the camera never made it out on Mother's Day, here's my beautiful mother, Happy belated Mother's Day, mama!!  You are my comic relief at the end of the day, and your phone calls always make me smile!  Your attitude in infectious, and spirit is inspiring.  I love you so much, and so proud to be your daughter!

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Kindergarten Graduation!

Is clearly a BIG deal!  I'm learning a lot!  And Miss Abigail did just that recently, and the whole Robinson clan filled the front row at Calvary Christian as her biggest fans!  There was not a bigger smile as she accepted her diploma and walked across the stage!
Every one of us couldn't wait to get our picture taken with the star of the night!

 After graduation, Abigail picked her favorite dinner spot.  El Carrizzo.  There was a bit of a wait, but with a little hot rod car parked at the front door, there was plenty of entertainment.  Apparently while his owner stopped for a margarita on the rocks, he left his passenger to guard his mid-life-crisis out front.  Garrett could hardly contain his excitement!
 Miss Abigail, I'm so very proud of you!  Thank you for letting me be a part of such a special day in your precious life, sweet girl!  You are such a fiesty little tomboy, who reminds me so much of myself at your age, but can be such an angel in those sweet smocked dresses your mama makes for you to twirl in.  I love that you and me and your Uncle Jeff are the Auburn Tigers in the family, and I think we hold our own pretty well!  Your hugs every time you say goodbye are the sweetest thing.  I love watching you grow! 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Spring in a camera phone

Here's a snapshot (literally) of what's been going on this spring through a poor quality little Droid lense.  It's been fast and slow, up and down, here and there, town and country.  But at the end of the day, I'm right where I wanna be.

Jeffrey and I had a super fun date night at the River Center to see Ron White, and laughed until our bellies ached.  My date was by far the most handsome there, and it had nothing to do with the fact some people actually dare show up in shorts, Big Johnson t-shirts, and dip hanging from their mouth.  I guess Ron is right.....You can't fix stupid.....

 We headed up to Anniston for a quick overnight trip to my parents, and double dated to my childhood friend, Jenny Bowen's wedding in Bham.  How did I miss a picture with the bride??  I did snag a picture with my handsome father before we found the dessert bar....  then it was every man for himself!  What a wedding, and what a celebration for such special people!
 I won't lie....we've done a lot of this.....  We even played hookie from work once.  There's just something about that sunshine, right love.  ;)
 Oh, this might be one of the best weekends I had in a while!  And there was absolutely nothing scheduled, which is so rare.  We pigged out at Bonefish one night, baked by the pool all day (can't you tell??) and then dined at Buckhead the next night with friends.  The night ended downtown at the Loft listening to live music outside.
 See, I do have a real job other than working with Make-A-Wish!  I climb on roofs! Here, I was doing an inspection of a hangar roof at our airfield at Ft. Benning.  If you require stats:  our airfield is huge, we land C-130's, as well as Air Force One.  Inside that hangar are Blackhawks (of which I've ridden in).  It was approximately 72 degrees at 9am in this picture.  My top and jeans of course are from The Blue Door.  And I was pretty as I peach as I walked out of the house that morning, but by 9:30 up there, it's amazing what a metal roof, rayon, and that sunshine will do to a girl 100 feet in the air.  Hot.Mess.  Whew.
 Jeff is one with the cows.  What more can I say.  Do you think it's strange too that they just walk up and ask for a little scratch behind the ears??  Well, if you ask Frank, he'd say no, because we're BFF, but the bovine are a bit different with me.  If they only knew what Jeff could do to a ribeye.
 Lots and lots of this goes on.  Our afternoon ritual after work nearly every day.  Roscoe is never ashamed to be the third wheel. 
 There's been lots of laziness and lots of travels, but one of the most important things I could say happened in the last few weeks was that I joined the Bone Marrow Registry.  I can't believe I'm not on there already frankly, giving blood as often as I do, but I am now.  And I hope one day they call me and tell me I'm a match for someone.  It's free.  For now its just spit.  Later, it could be platelets, or bone marrow (like a spinal tap but in your hip bone).  It doesnt feel pleasant, you'll be back to work in less than a week, and it's not deadly.  But leukemia is. My buddy Noah is a wish kid I granted a wish for in 2009, and his leukemia has returned with a vengence.  He's stuck in Egleston on chemo treatments, and the docs say his real hope will be a bone marrow donor.  So, I quickly swabbed myself, in hopes of helping Noah, but if not, with the hope of one day helping someone like him.  And if God forbid, something like this ever happened to me or someone I loved, somebody out there thought of sharing their swab of spit in hopes of matching me as well.  If you want more info, you can go to   They will actually send you kits through the mail to swab yourself.
Anyhoo, I believe the phone dump is complete.  More to come!  Peace out bloggies!

Monday, June 11, 2012

I'm still alive!

Tap, tap, tap.  Anyone still checking in here?  I clearly am not.  The poor old blog has definitely gotten the shaft, huh.  I feel like Facebook's mobile uploads are really cornering the market with keeping up with our whereabouts, but come to think of it....sometimes a one-liner and an unfocused snapshot just isn't enough, huh?  And yall know me, there's a story behind everything, right.  I'm a talker, it's hard to just say I went here, or did that, or look at us!, without giving you all the juicy details.  And I know how much you've been missing my juicy details.  So, it appears I've got some catching up to do, on the ins and outs on life on the farm, wish kids, and other happenings.  Hold you horses, friends, you know I love some story time.

I'll work backwards, and start with this weekend.  Hopefully I'll not lose focus, and keep posting back through April's happenings.  'Cause I just gotta tell you about my first 5K in April. Close your mouth, my friends.  I didn't run!  I was the event coordinator (you like that, right?).  You know a love a good party.  Even if everyone is sweating around me.  Anyway, I digress--let's start with the present and work back to that.....

The Warner's annual Crawfish Boil.  They call it the Bugfest.  One of my favorite events of the year.  Here's Chrissie looking like a rockstar hostess, and me fighting a losing battle with humidity.  Whoa Nelly--can I get a banana clip for that 'fro! 
Jeff's mini-me Kyle joined us for his first official crawfish boil, and from the grin on his face the whole day, I'd say he had a good time!  He and his sister are rarely apart, but I think he had a blast being "one of the guys" pinching tails with the men, and I don't even think dad's girlfriend cramped their style too much!  (I try to be cool, really I do!  Who knew I'd have to worry about that one day??  Ahh!)
Oh course my love right here, with that devilish, but so-darn-cute grin on his face, was basically a 42 year old teenager Saturday.  Let me go ahead and put that out there.  As were the rest of the guys around that boiling pot of crawfish.  And for the most part, what happens at Bugfest stays at Bugfest.  (Or on my camera phone).   But I'll give you a snippet because I'm evil like that.

"Here, cuz, let me show you.  No big deal."  I can only imagine the stories Kyle-man will be sharing with his friends after this weekend.

Thank goodness my guys DO have more sense than dear ol' Kenny here.  Let's just say after I could breathe again from nearly falling off the pier laughing, we were on a wild goose chase for peroxide once we realized Kenny was bleeding like a stuck pig!  Funny enough....he didn't feel a thing.....  ;)

The Crawfish Boil might have been the best yet.  Despite my hair being a hot mess, I loved the overcast weather, the great friends, and amazing food!  Rich and Chrissie--as always, you throw a great party!  Thank you for having us, putting up with my crazy guys, and being such sweet friends!  We look forward to lots of fun times on the lake this summer!