Happy Birthday, Grand-Papa Johnny!

Today is Jack's Grandpa Ussery's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRANDPA! Jack picked this picture to show that his grandad lets him do whatever he wants, like eating Ruffles potato chips. I can't tell you how many times Jack has whined to me, "Mama, I want some chips!" "But Jack, you don't have teeth!"...."Well Grandpa doesn't mind." So forth and so on. In previous 'Happy Birthday' blogs, I've always mentioned which particular birthday it is that the person is celebrating. It's usually not a good idea to mention that past the age of 29, so I'll tell this story instead. One day Johnny was at our house for a visit. A while after he left, I was in the yard talking to our neighbor, Clarke. Clarke said that he had seen John's brother at our house earlier that day. Well, no, Clarke, Jeffrey was not here today. He then described what 'Jeffrey' was wearing and the car he drove. Turns out...it was Johnny! I couldn't convince Clarke that the man he saw was John's dad. Clarke was convinced that Johnny was no older than 27. TWENTY-SEVEN! Now that's a compliment. Needless to say, Johnny and Clarke are now best friends. (not really) So, to Grandpa Ussery/Johnny/Dad, we hope you have a wonderful birthday! Here's to your 28th year of life! :)

The weather is beautiful here today. High of 78! Can you believe it? Jack went without socks yesterday, and he seemed a little more free-spirited. I think we'll do the same today. He also wore a short sleeve shirt that's a 12 month size. It barely fit! I bought these shirts earlier this year thinking that they would fit him for the summer. Unless he experiences a growth stunt, we've got some shopping to do.

The "Bluffton Today" featured an interesting article this morning. Two guys came home to find an injured bird in their yard. You're probably picturing a small little finch or something. No way, baby. This is Bigger, Better Bluffton. It was a baby bald eagle! Isn't that cool? Who finds an eagle in their yard? This could only happen to a redneck. Seriously. Rednecks get all the action. Most natural disasters, freakish deaths, and mysterious illnesses happen only to rednecks. Have you ever heard of a redneck dying from something common like a heart attack? No way. "Ol' Billy died cause his liver blew up." People would assume that Billy may have been an alcoholic, had cirrhosis, an enlarged liver perhaps. But really, Billy's liver actually exploded. At least that's what they tell us. If you're ever bored by life, hang out with some rednecks. By the way, they named the eagle, "Foreman."

Hey bloggers, you know what Saturday is? It's UNC vs. Richard Nixon's alma mater. That's right. We can technically blame Watergate on duke and their teachings. Did any of you catch it the other day when jj reddiculous was trying to set a new ACC scoring record (big deal, right?)? duke was playing Temple, and they might as well have substituted Temple's score slot with "points remaining before jj beats the record and everyone goes crazy". Poor Temple. Here they are playing pretty well and when they finally have their chance at the foul line, they show some clip of jj saying how it's going to feel when he breaks the record instead of showing the Temple shooter. Typical, I know. After the game if they had showed some edited clips of jj's 3-point shooting with background inspirational music like "One Moment in Time", MY liver may very well have blown up.

Jack just woke up from his nap. I'm off to read the bald eagle article to him. He enjoys playing with the newspaper more than anything. There's nothing like little, baby newsprint fingers. Pull for the Heels against the Cavaliers tonight!!!!