Thanksgiving Number One

I am so lucky. I have three Thanksgiving dinners. We have Thanksgiving with the Kimballs, which is my mom's family from South Georgia. Then we have Thanksgiving with the Kellys, Jeff's family. And lastly on Thanksgiving night, we have Thanksgiving with the Howells, my dad's family.

Last Sunday afternoon we had the Kimball Thanksgiving. All of my South Georgia family came up here. Look at this little angel saying the blessing before we ate. I wish y'all could hear him pray. Each time it's a different blessing. He's really thanking God for the blessings in his life. So precious.
MaMa and PaPa Kimball had three boys and only one girl. Then they had four granddaughters and two grandsons. Then they had seven great-grandsons and only two great-granddaughters. They saw all of us except for Hannah Leigh and Emma. Hannah was born about a month after MaMa died and three months after PaPa died. If they could've known her, they'd have loved her so much. PaPa especially loved his granddaughters. He definitely had a soft spot for little girls. He'd look for ways to spoil us. Mainly with trips to the store to get a little brown bag of candy. I'll always wonder why they couldn't have lived a little longer so they could see their last granddaughter.

Here's a picture of the pretty girls. Hannah, Alayna and Emma. Emma's Jackie and Rick's little girl.

My variety of pictures from Sunday weren't very good. I thought I was making good ones. Then when I got home to download them, I was disappointed. I'll try to do better at the other two Thanksgiving dinners.

I'm done working for the week. Yee-haw! I had a four-and-a-half hour deposition today. I was so tired when we were finished. But now I'm done and I'm ready to get my Thanksgiving on!

I decided not to do any more painting right now. It's so much trouble and I'm wanting to get my Christmas decorations started. I told daddy that we'd hook back up for the painting after the New Year. I'm sure by then I'll need something to get me out of my doldrums.

Jeff's team lost the Super Bowl. Gasp. I know. It was unreal really. They were undefeated all season and then they just couldn't get in their groove Saturday. It was sad. The kids were sad. The parents were mad. The coaches were sad and mad. I ended up being ultra, ultra mad. There are a few things in my world that you don't mess with. 1. My husband. 2. My kids.
3. My family. Those three are off limits to everyone except me.

I don't know how it is in other sports or football in other parts of the country, but around here, parents get downright ugly about things. I think they think the coaches are paid for their time and work. Boy, don't I wish they were. It's all well and good till a loss comes along. People really show their true character then. Anyway, I was sorry for Jeff. He had worked so hard all season and was so proud of his team and what they had accomplished. Then a few of the parents had to go and show their butts and ruin it all. What horrible examples people set for kids.

I know this post ranks right up there among my most boring ones, but I wanted to post about Jeff's game and Thanksgiving with my South Georgia family and share the couple of pictures with y'all.

Hope everyone is ready for Turkey Day!

Till next time...