tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50412842024-03-07T19:03:51.146-06:00Whats UP down South<b>LIVING in AND Loving the South.</b>Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.comBlogger2780125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-40019373854127099862018-12-21T13:10:00.001-06:002018-12-21T13:10:48.884-06:00Zach's Snowman<br />
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Zach made this snowman while he was in the first grade. I still have him.</div>
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-63572330898737734742018-08-21T14:51:00.002-05:002018-08-22T11:02:20.123-05:00Found but Lost<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jami and her husband went back to the lake Sunday morning. The divers found him in a 25 foot drop off just a few feet from the ropes and buoys of the swimming area. They brought our Zach to the surface at 12:07 p.m. on July 30, 2017.<br />
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That afternoon we met with the funeral director to make arrangements and that night we were able to see his body for a short time before they took him to be cremated. I touched him for the last time and as I stood there, a tear rolled from his eye and onto his cheek. He was biting his lip and I remembered all the times he would do that. I wanted to just shake him, wake him up!!<br />
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<br />Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-81805437952378447262018-07-29T14:32:00.000-05:002018-07-29T14:32:19.513-05:00It's been a Year.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We drove down and Tasha let me out, someone brought me a chair while she moved the truck and I began to wait. It took me awhile to realize that it was no longer a search and rescue but a recovery. I went numb. I know different people came to wait with me, family, friends, were there. Both of his bosses came and stayed as long as they could. I spoke to the young man who had tried to save him and felt so sorry for him because he was so upset that he wasn't able to. The young girl who was with Zach came and hugged me. I think she was in shock. There was a point when I noticed someone with their cell phone out videoing. That upset me really bad! Tasha and Jerri went over and asked them not to do that. I think the fella gave his phone to his kid to film it and Jerri and Tasha went over to Sheriff Byrd to see if he could make them stop. He did.<br />
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I waited and waited for them to find him. I prayed that he and God were playing a prank on me. In less than 7 years I'd lost my heart and soul. Another young girl came up to me and hugged me. She told me she was pregnant with Zach's child. Dear GOD, what else were you going to throw at me that day???<br />
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Just before the sun went down Sheriff Byrd came and said they had to wait for the divers to come and it would be morning before they could resume searching. He wanted everyone to leave so they could get things ready to start again the next day. I begged him to let me stay. I didnt want to leave him out there alone all night. He promised me that he wouldn't be alone, that there would be someone there with him every minute.<br />
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Jerri and Bubbie drove me home. We waited there for Jami and the girls. My sisters were there, my sister-in-law, I just can't remember everyone who came by to be with us. I didn't sleep that night, every time I closed my eyes I felt like I had cold water running through my veins.Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-45469486590794942872018-07-14T15:38:00.001-05:002018-07-14T15:38:32.032-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every terror and tragedy in my life has come with a phone call. My heart skips a beat every time the phone rings. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The afternoon of July 29, 2017 was that way, my phone rang, I answered with, "what do you need?" because I saw the call was from Zach's phone. The reply was a hysterical voice that I couldn't understand at first. I finally heard, "Zach went down and didn't come back up!" I asked who was calling and became hysterical too when I heard her say, "He didn't come back up!" again. I think I asked where she was, where they were, I grabbed my purse and went outside and remembered he, Zach, had my truck. I called my neighbor and she was sick but was able to drive me to another friend's house in Lexa I begged and prayed that I had heard wrong, that it had to be a joke, "God, Please don't take him from me!!" That trip was SO LONG, I'm praying that Zach would be there with his little mean-ass grin when I got to the lake. I didn't call his mother, Jami, because I wanted to be sure of what had happened, what was going on before I did. My phone rang and it was Jami. Someone who was at Storm Creek Lake had posted on FACEBOOK that Zach had drowned. I told her I was on my way to the lake and I hadn't wanted to call her until I knew for sure. She was hysterical and said she was on her way from TN. I begged her to please be careful!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">,,,,,,I can't do this all at once. I have to stop now and calm down. Writing about this is so hard but I think it's something I need to do but it's going to take me awhile.</span></div>
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I am holding so much sorrow inside. I do this because I'm afraid if I let it out I'll start screaming and never stop.<br />
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He has stolen from me, everything from my wedding band to cash and checks. I've talked with the sheriff, and his deputies. They "have a talk with him". He's had counseling and promises of counseling, or at least what passes for that in our area. There was a visit to a psychiatrist, then the second visit was via video conference. The third video conference, when I had questions about just exactly when he would actually advise us about what to do about his behavior, I was informed that his counselor would be handling that because his job was simply to prescribe his meds, the counselor would handle the behavior problems. <br />
I freaking understand that there are problems when dealing with ADHD but there has been little help available in preparing him to live in an adult world and taking on adult responsibilities. I've done as much as I know how to do.<br />
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I'm tired. Mind, body, and soul.Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-76334561035492383922015-09-10T14:48:00.000-05:002015-09-10T14:48:48.448-05:00breath<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">"But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.” ........Melina Marchetta.</span><br />
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"The Delta smells of hardwood forest, creek water, kudzu, bush-hogged wildflowers, and baking earth. The competing aromas blend into a heady restart you'd never find in a Northern city. <br />
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This area used to boast it's share of rich, gentlemen planters who's fortunes were made from the white gold cotton crops that fed Northern and European Mills. Plantations stretched as far as the eyes could see, and more on both sides of the Mississippi River. Lumber was also king while it lasted. " </div>
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Yes I have.Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-58861048281520640222015-07-29T16:16:00.002-05:002015-07-29T16:16:29.599-05:00Did you know?Did you know that some storm systems can hold more water than the Mississippi River? I wouldn't want one of those to rain on me.<br />
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-69523546320008648522015-07-26T23:35:00.001-05:002015-07-26T23:35:12.396-05:00Try-outTrying a post from my Kindle. This could come in handy for doing a quick post.<span style="text-align: center;">,,,,,tell me about the good old days.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekVEEUenUCuR4-9fKujmS6630Rgz4FGayeHvYQ5TShs1i8KXaInqyBnIbstt3B0D9euywGMiu5jOCcMv4eBbAxJGfc6PWViepFfh9CdvHlgY_KGinGAozYJWLEHqEU07KS4yjMg/s1600/IMG_2969558044438.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekVEEUenUCuR4-9fKujmS6630Rgz4FGayeHvYQ5TShs1i8KXaInqyBnIbstt3B0D9euywGMiu5jOCcMv4eBbAxJGfc6PWViepFfh9CdvHlgY_KGinGAozYJWLEHqEU07KS4yjMg/s320/IMG_2969558044438.jpeg" width="320" /></a>Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-58915607273193219892014-02-11T21:26:00.001-06:002014-02-11T21:26:40.033-06:00BlogaversaryEleven years ago today I began blogging. I think my first post was a couple of sentences about rednecks.<br />
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Then, an especially awesome event happened later that same day, Alexis, aka, the Chick, came into this world and started immediately exploring her surroundings. She's still exploring and is so intelligent. <br />
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Happy 11th birthday little southern Chickie.<br />
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<br />Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-5565729264783014692014-01-11T15:18:00.002-06:002014-01-11T15:18:30.645-06:00A Personal Photo Challenge - Shadow PlayI wasn't going to do this challenge because things have been up and down here but Miz Donna Staas reminded me and I decided to go through old photos I've done in the past to see if any were worthy. I hope to some day have just a smidgen of the talent that <a href="http://apersonalphotochallenge.blogspot.com/2013/12/challenge-shadow-play.html" target="_blank">our hostess, Miz Donna from TN has.</a> Not sure of these but here they are:<br />
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Here is our Beans when she was a baby. She was pretending to be asleep while partially sitting beneath our oak tree. The leaves were barely moving but there were a few shadows about when she was out of the sun.</div>
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Some of my favorite shadows and shades are on the lost road where I have taken many photos over the years.<br />
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Shadows across Zach's face as we sit in the truck waiting for tae kwon do to start.<br /><br />
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<br />Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-67608967809372492252014-01-06T18:31:00.001-06:002014-01-06T18:31:49.693-06:00Busy and Frustrating<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was on the phone for hours today with the school office, the counselor, the principal, the resource office, the college, and finally the Sheriff. I know a little more than I did but not a lot and the Sheriff was kind enough to correct a huge mistake that was made. Tomorrow I'll go pick up Zach's transcript, get his things from his lockers, and hopefully find out something about credit recovery for at least one semester of Algebra III this summer (keep your fingers crossed!) We will also meet with the Sheriff tomorrow to see about some possible counseling options.<br />
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It's frustrating to try to communicate with people who don't actually care if you are familiar with what you want to know and need to know. I am thankful for the ones who do.<br />
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Please keep us in your prayers because I don't want to lose my patience in my old age and end up in jail. They tell me the coffee sucks there.<br />
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Oh, and I have to get him enrolled and ready for Homeschooling this week. That alone might be a cause for jail time.<br />
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I wanted something to drink and something sweet so after going through that dreaded Wally World earlier I stopped by the Sonic Drive-in for a med. mocha/caramel java chiller figuring that would kill two birds with one stone,,,ah,,,brick. The young lady brings Zach's route 44 sprite and my java treat so I gave Zach his and sat mine on the dash in order to pay her. Then, all I did was reach up to get my chiller to sit it in the drink holder and wouldn't you know that I grabbed too close to the top and spilled about 10 ounces of that icy, icky, sticky, cold, messy, stuff on the steering wheel, the floor, my pants, and anywhere else it could drizzle and meander to.<br />
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Jax licked me all the way across the yard to the door. Puppy and Jasper took over there to get their licks in until I got out of those pants.<br />
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<br />Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-17577781946447819482014-01-04T02:14:00.001-06:002014-01-04T02:14:15.761-06:00I do the Stupidest Things!<a href="http://phototipsbyadummy.blogspot.com/2014/01/empty-and-tired.html" target="_blank">THIS</a> was supposed to be posted here but instead it is<a href="http://phototipsbyadummy.blogspot.com/2014/01/empty-and-tired.html" target="_blank"> HERE.</a> My lucid moments don't last very long.Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-10575008365879443702013-12-22T02:06:00.001-06:002013-12-22T02:06:29.301-06:00"Selfish?"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Am I being selfish for wanting to be respected, valued, and considered by my children?Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-26211616676934857832013-11-08T22:29:00.001-06:002013-11-08T22:29:44.045-06:00Miz Donna's Photo Challenge. Layering Textures.<a href="http://apersonalphotochallenge.blogspot.com/2013/10/challenge-layering-textures.html" target="_blank"> </a>I had a reminder about M<a href="http://apersonalphotochallenge.blogspot.com/2013/10/challenge-layering-textures.html" target="_blank">iz Donna's Photo Challenge: Layering Textures</a> so I took several deep breaths and decided that this might be a good way to slowly get back into the blogging mode.<br />
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I always enjoy these photo challenges and wish to say thank you to<a href="http://cottagedays.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Miz Donna</a> for hosting them. Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-37314113224008864992013-05-10T23:06:00.001-05:002013-05-10T23:06:45.298-05:00It's time for another of Miz Donna's Photo Challenges. There will be a bunch of great links to great <a href="http://apersonalphotochallenge.blogspot.com/2013/04/challenge-flowers.html" target="_blank">shots of FLOWERS over at her place so be sure to click over and take a look.</a><br />
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-38553244333498243162013-05-04T01:00:00.000-05:002013-05-04T01:00:10.879-05:00Photo Challenge: What I Love About Spring!Did everyone have fun with this challenge? It's been Spring-like here most of the time but there have been a few days that's made me wonder if Winter has been harder to shake this year. It's not too late to join us, just sign in and post your link over at the <a href="http://phototipsbyadummy.blogspot.com/2013/04/photo-challenge-what-i-love-about-spring.html">Photo Challenge Blog</a>. We love to see what others shoot!<br />
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I love the smell of the fields after a Spring rain and the growing crops peeking up out of the soil. The photo below is corn.<br />
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It's amazing to watch the winter wheat fill it's heads with grain to be harvested in a few weeks.<br />
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How awesome it is to see the blooms open up once again as the days grow warmer and longer.<br />
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Don't forget to click over to our <a href="http://phototipsbyadummy.blogspot.com/2013/04/photo-challenge-what-i-love-about-spring.html" target="_blank">Challenge Blog</a> and click the blue links to see all the other wonderful shots for this challenge!Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-85118236364548024172013-04-13T00:30:00.000-05:002013-04-13T00:30:03.860-05:00Simplicity: A Personal Photo ChallengeIt's time for<a href="http://apersonalphotochallenge.blogspot.com/2013/03/challenge-simplicity.html" target="_blank"> Miz Donna's Simplicity Photo Challenge</a>! I had some shots that I was certain would be for my post until this morning woke up with a foggy haze so I had to use a couple of shots to show off our simple countryside.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Simplicity can be used to imply beauty, purity, or clarity.</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>It can refer to a simple living lifestyle.</b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b> </b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b> </b></td></tr>
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It was a most enjoyable Challenge Miz Donna and I'll be looking forward to the one in May. Please remember to visit the <a href="http://apersonalphotochallenge.blogspot.com/2013/03/challenge-simplicity.html" target="_blank">Challenge Link </a>to view more Simplicity photos.Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-53200463666993373762013-03-30T15:45:00.000-05:002013-03-30T15:45:17.207-05:00Photo Challenge: Still Life (2nd try)I hate it when I've worked so hard on a post and find that this blogger is a fruitcake and posted her challenge photos on the Challenge Blog rather than where she was supposed to!<br />
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I hope everyone was able to visit all of our talented challengers by visiting our <a href="http://phototipsbyadummy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Photo Challenge Blog and clicking their links.</a> My photos are also posted there because I'm so ditzy.Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-50839546833891812952013-03-09T00:04:00.002-06:002013-03-09T00:04:25.467-06:00Photo Challenge: WordsHere I go again, giving it another try with another challenge because I so love to see the photos that my blog buds come up with for each one. Leave a comment if you'd like and be sure to click the blue links on our<a href="http://phototipsbyadummy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Photo Challenge Page</a> so you can view all of the wonderful shots that our other challengers have taken.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Words on a sign to tell a little of the history of the near-by town of Helena, AR.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My e-reader has nicks and smudges but it's becoming more and more full of words for me to read.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another sign with words telling us some more of the history of Helena, AR.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Don't forget to check out all the other great<a href="http://phototipsbyadummy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> "shooters"!</a>Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299205162628367889noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5041284.post-37047943682789247322013-03-08T23:38:00.001-06:002013-03-09T00:04:57.127-06:00A Personal Photo Challenge: Black and White PhotographyI didn't realize my friend had also chosen today for her<a href="http://apersonalphotochallenge.blogspot.com/2013/02/challenge-black-and-white-photography.html" target="_blank"> Black and White Photography Challenge </a>until after I'd also chosen that day to do one but I still wanted to do both so figured out this way to do it. Hopefully it will be ok. Be sure to click on her link to enjoy her awesome talent with a camera as well as all of the others who are participating. Thank you <a href="http://cottagedays.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Miz Donna</a> for allowing me to join your challenge too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunflowers on Presidents Island, Memphis, TN.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bird Chatter</td></tr>
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Thanks you again Miz Donna! It was fun!!<br />
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