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A wonderful weekend! April 30, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 2:56 pm
It isn’t very often that I get to totally knock Tony’s socks off, so to speak…but Sunday was one of those rare occasions that make you smile.

The Spanish Church decided to do something for Tony’s birthday, a big secret…we planned for a few months, whispered and passed notes, like a bunch of third graders…had secret meetings, and finally the day arrived…we hadn’t planned on doing all that we did, but the Lord opened some doors and made it possible to do even more than we planned!!!

Sunday morning came and I was bubbling with excitement…we had a cake, not one, but TWO gifts, a card…and we were ready!!! The time for preaching arrived and I thought Tony would NEVER stop talking!!! Finally, he gave an invitation, and closed the service and we were up, I made some silly statement about how he talks too much, and the doors opened and in rolls an exercise machine (it’s called a Gazelle Freestyle), a HUGE box containing a brand new 27″ digital T.V. and a cake…Tony’s mouth falls open and he is in shock…for the first time ever, he was SPEECHLESS!!!!

Gazelle Freestyle…….$???? (price not listed to protect the innocent)

Digital TV……$???? (price not listed to protect the innocent)


Look on Tony’s face…………………PRICELESS….

It was a truly great weekend, even though I dislocated my shoulder….but that is for another blog!!!


Happy Birthday to You!! April 27, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 12:34 pm
Tony really didn’t like yesterdays post about his birthday….perhaps I stepped on his toes a bit much…or in his old age he’s getting more sensitive…who knows!! (wink -wink)
So today I want to announce to the world, that my husband is not getting older, he’s getting better…I look back at our 15+ years together and think of where we started from and where we are now and how much better we are today than yesterday….so it gives me great hope for the future, knowing that this isn’t as good as it gets, it gets better.
I love you baby, more than I did yesterday….. and thank God for all He’s done by putting you in my life… I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. I love you so very much…Happy Birthday………..


Happy Birthday to My Darling Husband… April 26, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 7:06 pm
You know you’re getting older when………
Your joints are more accurate than the National Weather Service.
Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
Your back goes out more than you do.
The twinkle in your eye is only the reflection of the sun on your bifocals.
You finally got your head together, now your body is falling apart.
Your supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size..
You don’t care where your wife goes, just so you don’t have to go along.
It takes twice as long to look half as good.
People call at 9 PM and ask, “Did I wake you?”
The clothes you’ve put away until they come back in style… have come back in style.
You look forward to a dull evening.
Your mind makes contracts your body can’t keep.
There’s nothing left to learn the hard way.
You come to the conclusion that your worst enemy is gravity.
You start video taping daytime game shows.
You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room.
Your idea of a night out is sitting on the patio.
You look for your glasses for half-an-hour,
then find they’ve been on your head all the time.
You wake up, looking like your driver’s license picture.
Happy hour is a nap.
You begin every other sentence with, “Nowadays…”
You constantly talk about the price of gasoline.
You sing along with the elevator music.
You wonder how you could be over the hill when you don’t remember being on top of it.
Your idea of weight lifting is standing up.
Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can’t remember them either.
It takes longer to rest than it did to get tired.
The end of your tie doesn’t come anywhere near the top of your pants.
You give up all your bad habits and you still don’t feel good.
Your childhood toys are now in a museum.
You confuse having a clear conscience with having a bad memory.
You frequently find yourself telling people what a loaf of bread USED to cost.
You know all the answers, but nobody asks you the questions.
You enjoy hearing about other people’s operations.
Your new easy chair has more options than your car.
Your little black book only contains names ending in M.D.
Everything hurts and what doesn’t hurt, doesn’t work.
You find yourself beginning to like accordion music.
You get into a heated argument about pension plans.
Conversations with people your own age often turn into “dueling ailments.”
You buy a compass for the dash of your car.
You take a metal detector to the beach.
You are cautioned to slow down by the doctor instead of by the police.
You realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise.
You don’t remember being absentminded.
You have more patience; but actually, it’s just that you don’t care any more.
Your memory is shorter and your complaining is longer.
Your drugs of preference are now vitamins.
You tip more and carry less.
You read more and remember less.
You get propositioned by AARP.
Younger women start opening doors for you.
The highway patrol sigh or shake their heads but don’t give you a ticket.
You scout for a warmer place to spend the long, cold winters.
You are no longer ‘promising’.
Younger men ask you for advice.
You work on your short game.
You shop for health insurance the way you once shopped for a new car.
Your medical expenses go up 50%.
A ‘late night’ now ends at 11 pm.
You learn where your prostrate is.
You develop a knack for wearing hats.

Out of the Mouths of Babes April 17, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 12:34 pm
Tony and I had the priviledge to go to a marriage retreat this past weekend at the historical Chattanooga CHOO-CHOO. It was a wonderful weekend full of lessons and precious time spent with my husband…I was thinking of something to post about it….thinking of how I could brag on my husband….then I stumbled upon this, and thought it worthy of a blog…..not that I don’t love Tony, but outside of me, who wants to hear about that???? So, enjoy!


(1) You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming. — Alan, age 10

(2) No person really decides before they grow up who they’re going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you’re stuck with. — Kirsten, age 10


(1) Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then–

Camille, age 10

(2) No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married.– Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age)


(1) You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids. — Derrick, age 8


(1) Both don’t want any more kids. — Lori, age 8


(1) Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough. — Lynnette, age 8 (isn’t she a treasure)

(2) On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date. — Martin, age 10


(1) I’d run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.– Craig, age 9


(1) When they’re rich. — Pam, age 7

(2) The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn’t want to mess with that.– Curt, age 7

(3) The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It’s the right thing to do. — Howard, age 8


(1) I don’t know which is better, but I’ll tell you one thing. I’m never going to have sex with my wife. I don’t want to be all grossed out. — Theodore, age 8

(2) It’s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them. — Anita, age 9 (bless you child)


(1) There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn’t there? — Kelvin, age 8

And the #1 Favorite is…….. HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?

(1) Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck. — Ricky, age 10

Dirt April 3, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Corey @ 3:36 pm

How old is dirt? When people say you are older than dirt, is that possible? Do we have new dirt now, dirt that is different that when God first created it?? Does dirt regenerate itself and suddenly have baby dirt?? These are the questions that keep me up at night.

So, if dirt is old, and you can be older than it…how old does that make my brother, who on the 4th of April turns 35….making him…..OLDER THAN DIRT! (I write this entirely in jest, as I know he will stumble upon this sooner or later)

So, an ode to my brother (condensed version)

ahem (throat clearing sound)

One brother
two brother
Red brother
Blue brother

Black brother
Blue brother
Old brother
New brother

This one has a little star.
This one has a little car.
Say! What a lot of brothers there are.

Yes. Some are red.
And some are blue.
Some are old.
And some are new.

Some are sad.
And some are glad.
And some are very, very bad.
Why are they sad and glad and bad?
I do not know.
Go ask your dad

Some are thin.
And some are fat.
The fat one has a yellow hat.

From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.

Look what we found in the park near a stick.
We will take him home.
We will call him Nick

He will live at our house.

He will grow and grow.
Will our mother like this?
We don’t know.

And now good night.

It is time to sleep. So we will sleep with our pet Nick

Today is gone. Today was fun.
Tomorrow is another one.
Every day, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.