Spring has Sprung!

Disregard this if you live in the northern states and are experiencing snow.

Mississippi is definitely in spring! I can't believe how good it feels outside! I love the month of March. The temps are happily in the upper 60's and lower 70's which is just perfect. I step outside and it feels like paradise. I don't mind the cold weather either. I do mind the hot weather. I must say I hate summers in Mississippi. Those temperatures are just too hot. Really, they are. This past summer those temps were well into the 90's and to me, that's just too hot! My poor air conditioner. It's a wonder that thing hasn't blown up yet.

Take a moment, if you live down here, and just walk outside and smell the air. It's a beautiful, sun shiney day and I'm ready to take advantage of it. I plan on spending as much time as I can outside. I hope you will too. Love you guys.

Peace.

Sean William Pearson.

This is my nephew. His name is Sean William Pearson. We call him Will. He was born December 9, 2005. He's now 14 months old and will be 15 months old on the 9th of this month. His parents are Beth and Sean. Though Beth is my cousin and technically that makes Will my cousin, he is considered my nephew because Mom is considered his grandmother. She refers to Will as her grandson which, in technical terms, makes me his aunt. Or one of his aunts.

I've been around him since he was a small baby. The first day I met him was very soon after he was born. The night that he was born actually. I remember looking at him and saying, "He looks like his daddy." At the time, his father was over seas. Sean is stationed in Oak Grove, Kentucky and will be diployed in October. His wife, my cousin, Beth, is pregnant with their second child. It will be a girl. We're all excited. But this blog is to talk about the cutey whom I refer to as "My Little Buger."

Will looked just like his father when he was born. That nose just screamed Sean. But as he grew, he started looking like his mother. And now, that nose is definitely our side of the family. Like I said, he's 14 months old now. He's at that age where he's saying little bits of things, such as "Dada." "Mama." "Uh-oh." And my favorite, "Who is it?" and "What is it?" He says, "Who is it" when the phone rings. And it's a high pitched voice when he does it too. He says, "What is it" when he gets a hold of something that he's not suppose to have. For instance, the family came down to see us a couple of weeks ago. He got a hold of one of the coasters from the coffee table. He knows he's not suppose to have it and he knows when he has something he's not suppose to have. But he grabbed the coaster, went to his Mama D (My mother) and said in that cute high pitched voice, "What is it?" Mom, of course, laughed but then told him not to get it again. Not five minutes later, he got it again and again, went to my mom and said, "What is it?" Every time we laughed but to teach him, we had to tell him not to get it. He eventually got the hint and then started going for the phones in the house. But for that, he said both "Who is it" and "What is it" He knows he's not suppose to have the phone but he gets it anyway. That little hand was popped many times while he was down here but you can't stay mad at him because he's so cute when he says it.

It's gonna be funny when his little sister comes along. Jealousy will definitely be a factor. I can't wait. My mother is, of course, going up there when the baby is born in July. Hopefully Sean won't be diployed until after the baby is scheduled to come. Her name will be Harleigh but I will call her Leigh. I can't wait to see the little girl. I just hope Sean can see the new baby.

I'll leave you guys with this cute picture from Will's 1st birthday December 9, 2006.

bored..

Yet today was hard ha. Oxymoron, I say.

Bad hair day!

I'm doing something wonderful with my hair. I'm involved in what is called the Beautiful Links campaign. It is headed by Barbie Bassett and Stephanie Bell-Flynt, both at WLBT. What is involved is growing your hair for cancer patients or survivors. Mine is now past my shoulders and MAN is it unmanagable. I've gotten to where I can only leave it down and straight or pull it up in a high pony tail. I can't put it in a low pony tail because knots will mysteriously appear out of no where. Leaving it down is okay but depending on how high the humidity is will say whether I keep it down or pull it up.

Some days, my hair just will not cooperate and I just want to take the nearest pair is scissors and just snip snip snip until it's short back to the way I'm use to. But when I start thinking about that, I think about those cancer patients who don't have the hair that I do. Here I am wishing I could just cut it all off and those women are wishing they had a real wig of hair. That's what keeps me going. I can't wait until May. Not just because I can finally cut it off but because I know the look on those womens faces will be well worth the hassle of attempting to fix this mess every day.

Something interesting.

So, remember yesterday when I told you guys the story of my bird who may have come back? Well, I woke up this morning and another thought came into my mind about a ghost. Well, he wasn't really a ghost but, to my mom, he was kind of a Guardian Angel. His name was Dwight Cranford. If you guys remember, he was the UPS man who was struck by a car on 49 south. It was the day it was raining and all that stuff.

Anyway, the following Saturday, my parents and I were at home getting ready to take all the food for the family up to our church for the service. It started out small. The calendar in my room fell to the ground. Now, he died either in November or December. Or it could have been October. Anywho, my calendar read one of the later months. At first, I thought it was just the fact that so many pages were pushed back and the only thing holding it was a thumb tack. But something puzzled me. The calendar never fell before. Not even with my other calendar's. It was a little freaky for me but I brushed it off as the calendar being too heavy for the thumb tack itself.

I thought that would be all the fun but when my dad left to go to the store, it was just my mother and I. She and I were in the kitchen making sandwiches and stuff. And this we actually witnessed. There is a picture of my brother and I when we were kids. (He was 5 and I was 1.) That picture had never fallen before. Well, this day, it fell. It made both my mom and I jump. We walk into the hallway where the picture fell and just stared at it for a moment. To us, we thought it was just a house shift. We didn't put two and two together. And I had forgotten about the calendar. So, I pick the picture up and hang it once more.

Not five minutes later, we heard another slight crash. We walked to the hall again and this time it was the picture of my brother, me, and my cousins. Now, this puzzled us. I looked at my mom and she was grinning. I asked her what she was grinning about. Chuckling, she said, "It's Dwight." Well, of course first hearing that, chills were sent down my spine. But that was just creepy to us. We picked up the picture and hung it and that's when I told her about my calendar. (Which, btw, when I came back to my room after hanging it back up, it had fallen again.)

But after the funeral, the pictures didn't fall anymore. My calendar has stayed in the exact same spot all this time. Was it Dwight? Did he come back to say, "Hey, I'm here. And I'm okay." Dwight was a very good friend to the family. It would make sense that he came to our house. But I don't know. Anyway, I thought that might be interesting to read.

"Home"

So, I was watching American Idol tonight and they have a new "go home" song by Daughtry. The lyrics were so fantastic and emotional that I just had to post it. The song is called Home. Here are the lyrics to it.

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, it makes true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

God bless all of you. Peace.

Buddy the Ghost?

I had a parakeet. His name was Buddy. He died back in December due to an acute upper respiratory infection. Acute is nothing to us humans but to a little parakeet like Buddy, it's deadly. So, that was a couple or three months ago. My mom was devasted. Buddy was her bird. It was originally suppose to be my bird but Buddy took to Mom more. They were so cute. She'd get down to his level in his cage and press her lips to the bars of the cage and Buddy would fly over to the edge and peck her, as if to kiss her. It was so cute.

I think today, Buddy came to me. I was getting in the shower and I turned on my shower getting ready to take it when I heard this high pitched kind of whistle. And the whistle sounded so much like Buddy that I actually stopped what I was doing and listened. I had heard whistles before but not like this. This sounded so close to the way that Buddy would chirp it sent chills down my back. We watch WLBT every night. And at the 6pm report, Buddy would chirp loudly at the theme music. And that is what this sounded like.

My shower does make a whistle sound when I turn it on but it sounded like Buddy. It stopped soon after I got in the shower. Could it have been my shower? Or was it my mother's sweet parakeet saying, "Hey, I'm here! I'm okay, I promise. Love you, bye." I won't say any of this to my mother because she is really sensitive when it comes to Buddy. But could Buddy have come back to me to let my mother know? I don't know. I'll tell my dad about it but he won't believe me. How much do you wanna bet? Anyway, that was my fun of the day. I'm gone to the Florence High vs Terry High baseball game. GO DAWGS! I know that's horrible because I live in Florence yet I'm cheering for the Terry High team. How bad will my house be egged and rolled by tomorrow morning. Hmmm...