I've been tagged by Amy to pick 5 places I love to eat. I post them, and then pick 5 more people to tag so that they can post their top 5. You want to try to pick people in different cities and states. So, here's my list:
My Favorites-
#1-Ocha (Cookeville, TN)-A Thai restaurant. I ate there so much growing up that even when I go in there today (which is rare b/c I'm never there when they're open), the guy working still remembers me and what I want...Spicy Chicken and Rice. To put it in perspective, I have not lived in Cookeville for almost 14 yrs. now...and he still remembers!
#2-Nikki's (Chattanooga, TN)-A diner/pub. Awesome hamburgers and the best onion rings I've ever eaten.
#3-Cookeville Boat Dock (obviously, Cookeville, TN)-great catfish, hush puppies, I love the very simple salad and always fresh dressings, and the funest part is saving a little of your hush puppies to throw to the fish and/or ducks on your way out.
#4-Steve's Landing (Chattanooga, TN)-everything's good....my favorite are the ribs.
#5-Spring Creek Pie Company (just outside Cookeville, TN)-great (country) lunch place with good ruebens, chicken salad, etc., and always fresh desserts.
I have very simple tastes...nothing fru-fru or fancy here.
OK, so I have only 1 person I know of that I can tag...Andrea. I know I have some other friends and family that check my blog that don't blog themselves...so if you so desire, please feel free to comment some of your favorites.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
May Days
Is May a crazy time of year for anyone else? This month has been a roller coaster for me. Lots of things to do; weekends full of activities; the end of the school year nearing for Jeff and Addie; speaking of Addie, my children seem restless and at times, unruly. What the heck is going on? Is it Spring Fever? I don't know, but I want it to change. And I can't pinpoint what it is or how to change it. Help!!
And although the weather is absolutely beautiful, what happened to April showers bringing May flowers? I have a few flowers but cannot keep them quenched. I am trying my hand at tomatoes this year, too, and they will surely not make it if we don't have rain soon. I've been a little skeptical of global warming, but when my grass is turning brown in May rather than August, something ain't right.
And although the weather is absolutely beautiful, what happened to April showers bringing May flowers? I have a few flowers but cannot keep them quenched. I am trying my hand at tomatoes this year, too, and they will surely not make it if we don't have rain soon. I've been a little skeptical of global warming, but when my grass is turning brown in May rather than August, something ain't right.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Alumni of the Year and Old Paths
I am so proud of my husband. He was honored tonight at a banquet at the Chattanooga Golf and Country Club as BBS Distinguished Alumni of the Year. He truly deserves it! I love you, Jeffy!
One of my friends sent this little poem to me today. I liked it, so I had to share it. I know these 2 things in a post together are kind-of random. But they are what was on my mind tonight.
THE OLD PATHS
I liked the old paths, when:
Moms were at home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!
Crime did not pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.
Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave.
Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.
Women wore the jewelry;
And Men wore the pants.
Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.
People loved the truth,
And hated a lie;
They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!
Hymns sounded Godly;
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.
Cursing was wicked;
Drinking was evil;
and divorce was unthinkable.
The flag was honored;
America was beautiful;
And God was welcome!
We read the Bible in public;
Prayed in school;
And preached from house to house
To be called an American was worth dying for;
To be called a Christian was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!
Sex was a personal word.
Homosexual was an unheard of word,
And abortion was an illegal word.
Preachers preached because they had a message;
And Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY!
Preachers preached from the Bible;
Singers sang from the heart;
And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED!
A new birth meant a new life;
Salvation meant a changed life;
Following Christ led to eternal life.
Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God;
Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord;
Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus;
And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you!
Laws were based on the Bible;
Homes read the Bible;
And churches taught the Bible.
Preachers were more interested in new converts,
Than new clothes and new cars.
God was worshiped;
Christ was exalted;
and the Holy Spirit was respected.
Church was where you found Christians
on the Lord's day, rather than in the garden,
on the creek bank, on the golf course,
or being entertained somewhere else.
I still like the old paths the best !
"The Old Paths" was written by a retired minister who lives in Tennessee.
One of my friends sent this little poem to me today. I liked it, so I had to share it. I know these 2 things in a post together are kind-of random. But they are what was on my mind tonight.
THE OLD PATHS
I liked the old paths, when:
Moms were at home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!
Crime did not pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.
Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave.
Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.
Women wore the jewelry;
And Men wore the pants.
Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.
People loved the truth,
And hated a lie;
They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!
Hymns sounded Godly;
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.
Cursing was wicked;
Drinking was evil;
and divorce was unthinkable.
The flag was honored;
America was beautiful;
And God was welcome!
We read the Bible in public;
Prayed in school;
And preached from house to house
To be called an American was worth dying for;
To be called a Christian was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!
Sex was a personal word.
Homosexual was an unheard of word,
And abortion was an illegal word.
Preachers preached because they had a message;
And Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY!
Preachers preached from the Bible;
Singers sang from the heart;
And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED!
A new birth meant a new life;
Salvation meant a changed life;
Following Christ led to eternal life.
Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God;
Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord;
Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus;
And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you!
Laws were based on the Bible;
Homes read the Bible;
And churches taught the Bible.
Preachers were more interested in new converts,
Than new clothes and new cars.
God was worshiped;
Christ was exalted;
and the Holy Spirit was respected.
Church was where you found Christians
on the Lord's day, rather than in the garden,
on the creek bank, on the golf course,
or being entertained somewhere else.
I still like the old paths the best !
"The Old Paths" was written by a retired minister who lives in Tennessee.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Happy Birthday Superman!
Matthew turns three tomorrow. I cannot believe he will be three years old!! I've had a hard time on each of my children's birthdays...you know, believing they were a year older. But for some reason, this one is especially hard. He is my baby, and I can't believe he's not really a baby anymore! We had his birthday party today...just a party for immediate family. He had a blast! Happy Birthday Matt!
Matt and his buddy, Tomas
Addie and Matt, with his new airplane
Ready for cake!
First bite...
Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there! Here is my extra special Mother's Day gift that Addie made me at school. The homemade gifts really are my favorite!
A hand painted stepping stone
Addie and Lizzy today at the party
Matt and his buddy, Tomas
Addie and Matt, with his new airplane
Ready for cake!
First bite...
Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there! Here is my extra special Mother's Day gift that Addie made me at school. The homemade gifts really are my favorite!
A hand painted stepping stone
Addie and Lizzy today at the party
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Roots
What is it about an hour and a half drive down a rural east-middle TN highway, eating Sunday lunch at my parents/grandparents house, spending the afternoon in my quaint hometown with my sweet family, that can almost instantly re-root and ground me? It's almost like a revival. And I don't really understand how it happens, but being "home" and in the country is all a person needs sometimes just to regroup and refocus. Thank God for my roots!!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Lots on my Mind
Sorry no new posts lately. I have lots on my mind, and the spring is such a busy time for us. It has been nice just to read other's blogs and not have to think of something to write myself these last few days.
Addie and Matt left with my parents after their T-ball game this morning to spend the night. And although I have been absolutely pooped and looking forward to a day of a little R&R with no kids, I have missed them so bad. Our house is definitely not the same with them gone, and I don't really like it. Although I am so glad they are getting to spend time with my parents, their sweet laughs, voices, smiles, screams, smells, whatever...I want them here with me. I know some people can send their kids away for a couple of nights or even a week at a time...and though I admire that they can do it...I don't know that I ever will be able to. I just don't understand how people can do it. Oh well. They'll be back tomorrow, and I'll be looking forward to the next alone time I'm sure!
Addie and Matt left with my parents after their T-ball game this morning to spend the night. And although I have been absolutely pooped and looking forward to a day of a little R&R with no kids, I have missed them so bad. Our house is definitely not the same with them gone, and I don't really like it. Although I am so glad they are getting to spend time with my parents, their sweet laughs, voices, smiles, screams, smells, whatever...I want them here with me. I know some people can send their kids away for a couple of nights or even a week at a time...and though I admire that they can do it...I don't know that I ever will be able to. I just don't understand how people can do it. Oh well. They'll be back tomorrow, and I'll be looking forward to the next alone time I'm sure!
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