Just who is the funny one...

My kids often bring this question up during family outings or while sitting around the house. They want to know just who is the funny one in our family - Me or Dad. Now that may seem like an unlikely question to some. Jeff doesn't appear to be funny at all to most people. He is a practical joker. One who relishes in playing tricks on people and then sitting back and grinning like an opossum as he watches his theatrics unfold. But he can be funny. We pulled up to the drive thru at McDonalds the other day and the lady said in a very annoying sing-songy voice, "would you like to try our new... " and Jeff answered in the same sing songy voice, 'no, thank you'. She quickly followed with a crushed, clipped voice, "order when ready". It was hilarious. The only thing, Jeff never laughs out loud. My kids often joke that they can count on one hand the number of times they have heard Jeff laugh out loud. That sounds sad, doesn't it? It's really not; he is funny. It is just expressed in a subdued manner.

Now me, on the other hand, will laugh hysterically over almost anything. Even about things that are not really funny. I can act stupid with the best of them and 'try' to entertain my kids with great antics and comments. I'm the loud funny one. Not everyone knows this about me either. Lys was talking to someone one evening while Logan and I were making great fun of a man on 'In it to win it'. Whomever she was talking to could not believe the hysteria going on at the house. "That just doesn't sound like your mom", they said. Lys, "you just wouldn't believe how she acts." Now I'm not sure that was a compliment, but I believe it was.

Thus the question, who is the funny one??? I always argue it's me... but I think perhaps it's... Logan when he's having a blonde moment, Alyssa when she's relating a story, Jeff in the midst of a great practical joke, and me - just cause I have the best time.

We spent the weekend together in Pigeon Forge laughing. We had a hoot at Olive Garden. I thought Logan would truly loose it over Jeff's disgust with his food. I'm sure the waitress thought we were laughing at her. We had a great time and I hope my kids will always remember laughing together as a family.

'Can we stop'...

Summer basketball camps are in full swing. Logan has been in Sequatchie since Monday. Alyssa is at RSCC for the next three days. This weekend, we also squeeze in a baseball tournament in Pigeon Forge. :) Fun, Fun..



We traveled to Sequatchie last night to watch Logan in a JV tourney. What a drive! It was 95 miles from our house to the high school. We had a blast on the way down. Me and Lys asked Jeff a hundred times, 'can we stop'. He never would let us. Such a spoiler of fun. We so wanted to stop at the overlook on the way home and take a picture of the sunset. Nope. So here is the picture I got...

We saw numerous signs for a new 'dipped' cone at McDonald's. Would he stop??? Nope. Finally in Rockwood he decides he's hungry and will stop at Harriman Mickey D's. Did they have the new dipped cone? Nope!!! How rude!!!!!!!!! We must have passed 5 McDonald's that had them but we just had to stop in Harriman.


Tomorrow it is back to RSCC. Then on Friday, Jeff and Logan head to PF while Alyssa and I spend the day at RSCC. That's how it goes. Non-stop next 3 weeks. (plus we get to squeeze in Bible School next week too).

Gut feelings - serious stuff...

Have you ever wanted to run screaming mad after taking advice from people that went against your gut instinct??? You should always, always, follow your gut! That's where I'm at currently.

Each of us possesses a unique God-given gift; the inherent ability to tap into our instinctive intuition. Instead of laying back and playing it safe, why not go with your gut feelings and see where they take you?

"Trust your hunches. They're usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level." Dr. Joyce Brothers

I know my hunch was right. I know I should've followed it. I chose the easy path only to make it harder on myself in the long run.

BTW: don't try to read too much into this. It doesn't relate to my family, my church, or God.