I knew my sister truly loved me when she tortured her kid in order to capture a video that pimps out my website. This makes up for the time she dropped my Strawberry Shortcake doll from the upstairs balcony.
Two best parts in this video of my niece:
1. How she airs her tongue out because the taste is so nasty.
2. My sister laughing hysterically in the background.
Have a great weekend everyone!
I’d like to introduce the readers of iHateGreenBeans to an amazing little guy. His name is Walker. And even though he turned 11 months old this week, he already knows one of the fundamental truths that I hold so dear to my heart.
Take a look:
It doesn’t get more clear than that folks. Green beans are evil.
Walker is so smart to recognize this when his taste buds are so young. He’s also a rock star when it comes to other things. Like fighting cancer.
About four months ago, I received a Facebook message from Walker’s parents. Missy and Chad informed us that their precious little boy had been diagnosed with a malignant Rhabdoid Tumor.
The strength that Missy, Chad and their immediate family all possess is humbling to read. As I complain daily about about how my knee hurts when I bend it, they are faithful that God’s plan for Walker’s life is a perfect one and are prayerful that He will perform a miracle on his little body.
When this YouTube clip was included in Missy’s latest update, I emailed her and basically said she was not expressing true Pi Phi sisterhood qualities if she didn’t let me post it on my website.
Her only request was that I include their family website so others could be encouraged by Walker’s amazing story.
See what I mean? They choose to be faithful. They choose to fight. That’s their family way.
Please feel free to visit www.prayforwalker.com and read about story. Prepare to be inspired.
And let’s all send up a little prayer for Walker…my green bean hatin’ buddy!
I couldn’t let the day go by without mentioning the late, great Elvis Presley. He would have been 75-years-old today.
My Mama LOVES Elvis Presley. In honor of her being his biggest fan, I’ve included her favorite Elvis moment of all time.
The King + a tight, white bedazzled jumpsuit + the cool instrumental opening + Hawaii = GREATNESS!
My parents hosted 29 people at their house for Thanksgiving. Early Thursday morning, my Daddy and I were working hard to finish Mom’s to-do list before family arrived at noon. I was on food prep. Daddy was on table/chair duty.
We decided we needed a little music to help us with our chores. Their TV has that section of the guide where you can choose from 500 different music channels. An avid believer of NO CHRISTMAS MUSIC BEFORE THANKSGIVING, my Dad turned it to the only channel he knew by heart — classic country.
We were humming along to Waylon, Willie, Johnny and George. And then an old favorite by Holly Dunn came on…”Daddy’s Hands.”
I always thought that song was so sweet. Because it’s exactly how I remember my Daddy’s hands. I was sort of tearing up when I turned to look at my Daddy at that moment to watch his hands.
He was picking his nose.
The song will never be the same. And I think that is awesome!
