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| Abigail and Kendall playing dress up |
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| Lizzie, Danny, and Abigail enjoying fine outdoor dining |
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| Hay Ride! |
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| And he takes the tractor another round, another round... |
We are gearing up for the District All-Star Tournament that starts June 19. Both Emily and Abigail got on their age groups team this year! We are so proud of them. Abigail has been playing for 5 years and this is her first all-star opportunity. Emily has been on the all-stars team the last 3 years. She plays catcher and always uses the teams catchers gear, but this weekend we broke down and bought her own gear. She is excited to try it out and we can't wait to see these girls play! It's funny how as an adult all your dreams and excitement center around your kids. I rarely get excited about something of my own anymore, but if it can make my kids happy, I am on it!!!
On a side note, I think that my girls have picked up a PawPaw Jerry habit. For a 2 hour long softball practice, they need more than just a 16 ounce bottle of water, so now they are carrying water jugs! He will be so proud!
For as long as I can ever remember he has carried a water jug full of ice water wherever he goes. A water jug, chewing tobacco or Skoal, and a neon yellow Commercial Services shirt-that's his trademarks! It's almost Father's Day and I can't help but to think back about some of the crazy things I have seen my dad do or be involved in. When me and Brandon were dating we had taken our bicycles to ride somewhere and we got back home we unloaded them. I guess dad was watching out the window right as I was grabbing the side of my head and started crying and carrying on. He came running out on the porch saying, "What, what is going on!!!" as he came down the steps towards us. All I could do was hold my temple area and cry and point towards Brandon and the bikes. What dad didn't see was me trying to unload the bike and the steering wheel swung around and the handle bar rammed right into my temple. Brandon had to speak quick and explain to him what happened. I think Brandon may have seen poppa bear coming to defend baby bear! At least I knew that dad had my back if I ever were to bring home an abusive boyfriend! He had his ways of showing us that he cared. Like the time we stopped and picked up huge rolls of quilt backing fiber that were falling out of an 18 wheeler's trailer. I will never forget this because he actually ran back down an interstate while I sat in the truck and listened to people on the CB radio call him bad names because he was running down the interstate. Hahhahah! If I had known how to use the CB I would have picked up and told them that was my daddy they were talking about! We finally caught up with driver of the truck, but he couldn't get them back in his trailer. We got to keep all that we could fit into the back of dad's work truck to take home. This showed me how much he cared about my mom. At the time she was into making quilts and that stuff was really expensive to buy. He was so excited to be able to bring this home to her-and he risked his life to get them! Another time he risked his safety was when he was trying to make me feel better while I was in the hospital and he did a wheelie in my wheelchair and flipped it over. Here again he was trying to make someone happy! Not all my funny time memories of him were things he intentionally did to be funny, like the time we were out traveling around looking for yard sales. I think we were near Hillsville, VA, but I am not sure. We followed this yard sale sign down this road, but apparently at some point it crossed over the path of another event going on and we thought we were at the yard sale. It was going to be a HUGE yard sale because they actually had people out parking you in this big field. Emily was a baby and we had to strap her in the backpack and hike up a hill to this event. When we finally got there, a lady said, "Are you here to adopt today?" We were like, "What??" She explained it was a cat adoption event and dad what like, "GD!!" He doesn't care for cats and had just walked up a huge hill to go to an adoption event! It was hilarious! That same trip dad stepped on a rolling kids telephone toy and fell in the bushes at a yard sale. Brandon said from the car all he could see was 2 little white Reebok shoes coming up out of the bushes. A little girl that happened to be near my dear fallen dad reached in the bushes, grabbed his hand, and yanked him up to his feet. His jacket had leaves and dirt all over the back. My mom and I laughed so hard! He was embarrassed, and probably still is to this day, but that memory is one of my all time favorites! It sure beats the memories of him making me pee on the side of an interstate, under an overpass, and beside an 18 wheeler he drove for work. I had to pee so bad, but could not relax with my surroundings to let it go. It was awful! So, as you can see my thought process starts with a water jug and explodes into a stroll down memory lane. I am so attention deficient! HEY LOOK A SQUIRREL! Anyway, I guess this ended up being a Father's Day tribute post as well as a catch up with the Burnettes' blog. Happy Father's Day dad!!! I am very blessed to be brought up by such wonderful parents and I hope that my kids' think the same thing about me and Brandon in the future.
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