Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Super Duper Duds
Monday, September 27, 2010
Creativity
Miller
Tanner
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Curse of the Narrows


December 6, 1917. Halifax, Nova Scotia. A munitions ship collided witha vessel in the Narrows of the harbor, triggering a catastrophic explosion that destroyed much of the city. Within minutes a tsunami engulfed parts of the waterfront. That evening a blizzard buried Halifax, isolating it from the world.
Each December the people of Boston gather to witness the annual lighting of the Christmas tree. Some of them probably do not know why the people of Halifax send a tree every year or even that it is a gift from Nova Scotia. No one needs to know the story behind a tree to admire its beauty. But the people of Halifax know where it comes from and they remember the story, and what the people of Boston did for them.
This is a fabulous read.
I wish I could be in Boston to see the tree this year.
Now I know the story.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Doing Good in the Neighborhood
Although Tanner's National Honor Society was handing them out they were actually put together by another church.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Miller's Misery
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Sawyer and Soccer
Anything athletic and involving a ball excites him to no end.
However, here his excitement level has peaked and he looks like he has ants in his pants.
Especially next to his teammate WHO DOESN'T MOVE!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
The Games of Golf
I've played this game my whole life through
But I can't tell you what to do.
It didn't matter how high my score
I always wanted to go back for more.
I bought myself a glove, got new shoes
My score was still the same old news.
I tried slowing down my mighty swing
And didn't improve a blasted thing.
I would hook it left then slice it to the right
I could never keep my ball in sight.
Sometimes I'd find it and sometimes not
I've lost track of all the balls I've bought.
I've wiped all my clubs and kept them clean
I've fixed my marks on every green.
I've picked up my divots and put them back
In the holes I've dug when I'm on the attack.
At times the grass went farther than the ball
Yes, I've swung and it never moved at all.
I've drowned my share in the ponds and streams
They can't make a ball that floats, it seems.
Then lo and behold, I hit it straight and far
Then a chip and a putt rewards me a par.
For a moment I think I've really learned this game
Till I tee off again and it's back to the same.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
National Geographic Graphic
Monday, September 6, 2010
The Appalachian Jamie Oliver
Therese has often invited us all, 8, over for dinner.
There are not very many people we know that would do this.
Especially on a regular basis.
She's my cooking hero.
She lets him pick movies from her library, alphabetized, to borrow.
Better than the library.
And definitely better than eating out.
THANK YOU!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Sawyer's Philosophy
I'm kind of like this new road, really smooth.
You're kind of like old roads.
I mean, you don't have pot holes or anything, just a few cracks."
Mom?"
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