Just another Sunday and Monday...

Love is lunch with the fam and a sharp eye from JQ.

Drove down to Gran's for lunch yesterday. Best decision I've made lately. We had a good time. From the pics, it looks like they were all in deep thought. Really they weren't. They just all sit the same. My favorite is the one of Gran learning to work an iPhone. Something about that just makes me laugh. TODAY, love was Josh Quick being the only guy (or girl for that matter) to notice that I got a haircut. No wonder he's one of my favorites. :)

This, That, and the Other

Love comes in all shapes, sizes, flavors, and colors.
I know. It's been forever. Can I use the excuse that busy season is upon us? It's been WILD! I can't remember where we left off, so I'll just update you on the pics. Starting at the top we have a little love from my favorite bartender, Lovejoy. I walked in the bar the other day to grab a napkin and found everybody standing around talking about the new drink concoctions. They were all looking at it, yet no one was drinking. SO, I thought the love was that they just adore me and wanted to give me a drink. In reality, I think they wanted me to be their ginny pig. It was a strawberry something-or-other. Quite delightful. I took it back and shared with Chef. The next pic is Lovejoy or Frozen Drink guy as he's known to Sister. I've told him every pic I've ever shown her is him with a frozen drink that he's made me to try. He just won a ton of money from the Biggest Loser contest at work and instead of keeping it all for himself, he gave half the pot to our good friend that came in 2nd. Isn't he just a sweetheart? The next is a sausage biscuit from Bro. Alex. This morning I got a message that there was somebody wanting me at the Front Desk. I went up and there was brother Alex... delivering breakfast. He's over the Children's Ministry at church. How cool is it that he came to my work simply to bring me breakfast?! Amazing. Love. Next is the fabulous Josh Quick. We've been photo-shooting all day and Josh came up to the Tower to cook the food for the pics. Since it was lunchtime and he was already making Fried Green Tomatoes, he put on a couple of extras and made me the most delicious FRIED GREEN TOMATO GRILLED CHEESE! My friends, as I say every time, it should be considered one of the 7 wonders of the world. Delish!! I told him if I didn't already love him, I would, soley based upon his ability to make this dish. Finally, this was my dinner last night. I saw love in this in that God didn't kill me of a heart attack shortly after eating it. :0)

Love to All!!!

Moses

Love is wanting the unwanted.
It's ridiculous how much I enjoy my Saturdays. Got up this morning and drove to Jasper to have b'fast with some of my pals from high school. We had a good fun. Tons of laughs. And somehow I walked away with a new pair of shoes. It was that kind of morning.
Then I went to visit Aunt Wilma and Uncle Huck in the Nursing Home. And guess who was on their way as I was leaving... Mary and Faye. Grandma's 2 youngest sister. Well, I had to stick around and see those two crazies. They're awesome.
Then, went to visit Gran. I found my sassy Grandmother out back with her hedgeclippers. She made a quick journey to the front porch when I told her I'd brought her a hot dog. George joined me.. and soon found ourselves at Dad's playing Mama to a baby calf. Apparently this cow decided (like a few low down humans) that it didn't want it's baby. Instead of being a mother, it wanted to kick it in the creek and drown it. How terrible is that?! So Dad-o and Sister dove in after it, pulled it out, named it Moses and brought it to the house for safe keeping. Cynthia went to town and bought it a baby bottle. George and I came over and assessed the situation, and I got closer to a cow than I've ever been in my life. It was SO CUTE! I got to feed her and she was absolutely precious. I then spent the next 2 hours trying to convince George I had no idea why an animal wouldn't want it's baby. Love is simply wanting the unwanted. It was a spectacularly weird and awesome day. :0)

No more New Years...

Love is tradition - such as New Year's Eve with Dick Clark.

Sad day. America's beloved Dick Clark died. That's a bummer. I love me some Dick Clark. He was Mr. American Bandstand. WAY cooler than American Idol. He was Simon before anyone had ever heard of Simon... only way nicer. He was also Mr. NYE. I told Chef today we'd have to cancel New Years because you can't ring in the new year without Dick Clark and his Rockin New Year's Eve party in Times Square. Gonna miss that guy. :0)

A perfect afternoon with my favorite fam...

Love is a BIG wedding throwdown...

Jules decided to get married. She didn't tell anybody, so there was no big Tittle wedding. However, once we found out, we knew there MUST be a big Tittle reception. Today, we did just that. It was a BLAST! We had tons of food, made them do all the traditional cheesy wedding poses, I brought bubbles and made them do a wedding march while the fam blew bubbles and I made a pretty fantastic bouquet if I do say so myself, that I promptly used my basketball blocking out skills to ensure that I was in correct position to catch it. Yep. Pretty awesome day with the fam if I do say so myself. Love those crazy people. :0)

I Got Friends in HIGH Places...

Love is a special lunch with 2 guys.

So I got a call from Chef this afternoon and eh wanted to know what I was doing. "Pricing out the stuff you just sent me. What are you doing?" was my reply. He'd been gone from the office for a while. I assumed he was in 360 (the Tower) helping with a special lunch we'd done for Huntsville Hospital and possibly enjoying a little of the leftovers himself. "Well, take a break and come up here for a minute." OK. Random. Odd. I knew it had to be food related. I figured he'd snatched me some dessert. Oh but it was better than that, my friends. Ran up to the line to find a strawberry pound cake with lemon zest ice cream, whipped cream and strawberries... and chocolate sauce for good measure. Can you say 'Delicous'? And it gets better. Kyle was making me my own special lunch of potato gnocchi, mushrooms, spinach, green beans, and onions. I can't fully explain how wonderful this dish was. Soooooooooo good. I promised to never again pre-judge gnocchi. It has truly won me over. Am I spoiled? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Sister asked how I managed to swing a 4-Diamond lunch. My reply? I got friends in high places. Literally. :0)

He's Baaaack!

Love is the common grace of Braves Baseball and the Return of Chipper Jones.

The Lion King was our absolute favorite movie my Senior Year of high school. No kidding. We watched it a ridiculous amount of times. Maybe it was the awesome sing-a-long songs... I have no clue. But we all loved it. Boys and girls. All of us. WELL, if you're a true Lion King fan, you may remember one line spoken by Rafiki when he realizes Simba is alive and is coming back to take his rightful place as king of the pride and he says, "It is time". Tonight, my friends, it was time for the return of #10... Chipper Jones... the most awesome 3rd basemen to ever grace a baseball field. Chipper's back in the line-up. All is once again right with the world. The stars are back in alignment. The wars should cease. Chipper's back. Good times. :0)

Tittle Family Easter

Love is a Tittle Family Tradition.

Easter is one of our holidays. One of the big ones. One where it's never really been an option to show up or not. And why you would even want to consider not coming is beyond me. We have a blast. Today was no exception. This was an especially special year considering all that Gran has been through. We're so lucky to have her. She was doing great. She even cooked a good bit today. Banana Pudding for Meredith - stewed okra for Melanie - some peas and beans for the rest of us. We had a blast. Love those crazy people. :0)

My Day with Chipper

Love is old friends remembering your crazy obsessions and including you in the fun.

iT's been a long, exhausting week to say the least. I got a message a couple of weeks back from Kala (her mom was my 2nd grade teacher, her dad was my little league coach, and we practically grew up together sharing 2 crushes... one was her teacher's aid, Jerry and the other, Chipper Jones) to tell me that she was going with a lady she knows to a Braves Exhibition game to meet the Braves. Guess which Brave was going to be there... Chipper! And since the lady said she had another pass to invite a 3rd person, Kala thought of me. How cool is that?! SO, I loaded up the car at 6:30am and headed to Atlanta, by myself. I followed K and Patricia for most of the way, but once we hit Spaghetti Junction, K whipped over 5 lanes of traffic and I was lost. IN Downtown Atlanta. By myself. It took me 3 tries to FINALLY get on I-85. I was a nervous wreck. However, once I finally made it to the Ballpark, all stress left. I got to go on the field and meet the Braves. Not just one. ALL of them. Bobby Cox, Chipper Jones, Brian McCann, Mattie Diaz, Martin Prado, Jason Heyward... you get the picture. It was a lifelong dream come true. Then, we were on the front row for warm ups, about the 8th row for some of the game, and then after a brief shower, the people on the front row left and we ended up RIGHT BEHIND the dugout. This is a Braves Junkie's Dream Come True. You have no idea. I was planning on being calm, cool and collected, but that only lasted about 2 seconds. I then had to navigate out of Atlanta. Again by myself. IN the pouring down rain. The stress returned. I got off at the first exit to get gas. I had no idea this was the ghetto. I couldn't get anybody to answer the phone so they'd at least know where to look for my body. High tailed it out of there. The GPS took me off the interstate and through Piedmont. Again, I thought I was going to die. There were no houses, cars or lights for miles and miles and miles. AND for added fun, since my SIM card died, I had NO phone numbers. NO being I didn't have Coach Holladay's who lives in Oxford and would've been closest to come to my rescue. Didn't much matter. In the middle of utter darkness, there's no cell signals. Finally made it back to the wonderful world of Muscle Shoals around 1 am-ish. It was an adventure, but totally worth it. I have some awesome pics of Chip and memories that will last forever. :0)

For the Love of Basketball

Love is getting back to your roots and enjoying every minute of it.

It was a long week. I was alone by day, alone by night. This weekend, all I wanted to do was play some basketball. I have learned that the Shoals area is a baseball town. There are about a bazillion parks around here with a baseball diamond; however, there's only about 1 park that has hoops. I miss my bball. So today, I lucked out and there was no one on the 1 court in the quad cities. I can't fully put into words how much fun I had. Basketball was my childhood. It's been a part of me since I was 7 years old. That is the one time I was in charge. And I loved it. Still do. It's like riding a bike. You never lose it. And in my case, you never lose a love for it. Fun times. :0)