tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36729962373307753262024-03-13T11:18:17.987-05:00"A little bit of Country"High heel lovin' cowboy boot wearin' lover of lifeCourtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-46822365131230538642011-07-23T15:28:00.000-05:002011-07-23T15:28:10.511-05:00playing catchup... maybe!<div style="text-align: center;">Where does the time go these days??</div><div style="text-align: center;">My little man is as sweet as ever. cooing. smiling. and starting to cackle. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It melts my heart.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Those cheeks...oh the cheeks...I squeeze them often. So smooshy!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love them.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">the feelings are unexplainable. </div><div style="text-align: center;">love. joy. and an indescrible sense of peace.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I want more :)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I just love this little man. He makes me smile.</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-33400843594106497482011-06-27T20:55:00.001-05:002011-06-27T21:04:32.951-05:00Such a God thing.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsMQ7-M3XX4/TgkzHjsOOuI/AAAAAAAABtk/ttxxU2ExkvQ/s1600/Jamie%252C+Courtney+and+Brodie+Easter+11%2527-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsMQ7-M3XX4/TgkzHjsOOuI/AAAAAAAABtk/ttxxU2ExkvQ/s320/Jamie%252C+Courtney+and+Brodie+Easter+11%2527-4.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
It all started on Monday night April 25th as I was home alone sitting on the couch with the tv on, but feeling like I was in another world in complete silence. There were tears that started... almost uncontrollable. I could just not stop thinking that the next day my life was about to completely change, all I prayed was, Lord please give me wisdom in this next wonderful season of our lives. I begged Jamie for years to have a baby, and then sitting 24 hrs from having our little bundle of joy there was elation, joy, and a bundle of nerves all balled into one crazy package! <br />
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The emotions continued on to the next day when I went to my doctors appt. the next morning at 8 am. My usual happy go lucky self could not hold back the tears. I was scared out of my mind. My absolutely wonderful doctor and nurses all consoled me, gave me hugs, and said that there is nothing like holding your sweet newborn baby. My doctor was on call Wednesday, and I really really wanted my doctor to deliver me after waiting this whole time. Since I had not made any progress for the past 4 weeks other than being at 1 centimeter and 60% effaced, my doctor had me set to go in to the hospital at 8pm that night to get ready. The only thing I didn't want was to be induced... Funny enough, the only thing I was stressing out about, was not the labor, but simply not being able to eat until I had my sweet baby boy. Low blood sugar and not being able to eat scared me to death. I can get very sick very quickly...I wanted to relish in the moment not be sick! In the end this was a God thing too...<br />
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Well, I am glad the Lord had different plans! Sometimes HE takes great pleasure in the joy of the little things. After I left my doctors appt. I headed to my office to finish up with last minute details of my closings and files coming up, and started having contractions about 30 mins apart at 9:30. Jamie called to go eat lunch at 12:30 ish and my contractions were at 20 mins apart. I got home at 1:30 and they were at 16 mins apart and quickly went to 14 mins, then 10 mins, and then at 2:45 they were at 6 mins apart. Jamie called to just check in to tell me he was going to get his hair cut before he came home and I told him I was having contractions every 6 minutes and he about flipped out!! He got from Montevallo to Calera quicker than I knew was possible...he was on a MISSION! I was plugging in my hair rollers in between hurling myself over the bed during my contractions. I wanted to look somewhat cute in my pictures! I dont think Jamie's mission included hair rollers! He was wanting to get out of the house asap. After I packed, repacked, and rolled my hair, I was ready :)<br />
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My calm, collected, and even killed husband was going 10 over the speed limit with his flashers on going to the hospital!!! This is incredibly funny for anyone that knows Jamie, because 5 miles under the speed limit is where he likes to be, but not today...remember, he was on a mission!! He didn't want the "baby on board" sign to be literal. I told him that HE was the calm and collected one, that is why I married him... two of us can't be stressed. He had to calm down! I was still concerned about not being able to eat and wanted to stop to get food. Jamie said ok, but had to be somewhere around the hospital...McDonalds it was...Huge mistake...I think it made me more sick than I was already feeling.<br />
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We got to the hospital around 4:45, and they admitted me around 5:00. When the nurse checked me I was 1.5 centimeters!! I told her to check again. You have GOT to be kidding me! It was going to be a long long night. Little did I know it would go quicker than I anticipated. An hour later I was at 3 centimeters, and was getting my epidural. OH, I want to just take a moment and just appreciate the epidural for a second. Yes, I remember it well...it was heavenly! About an hour after that I was at 5 centimeters, and my nurse was saying.. wow, this is going very fast for this to be your first baby. We may have him by 1 or 2 am. In another 45 mins, she checked me again and I was at 6 cent, and she said well.. maybe by 12:00 he will be here.. humm... then I went from 6-10 centimeters in about 35 mins. When she checked me again she was like, "wow, we are going to have this baby before I get off at 11:00pm" Lets do it! She went into a rush to get all the baby stuff ready, heaters, blankets, nurses going in and out of the room, etc. The nurse said if I feel any pressure to let her know. 10 mins later I asked her if anyone had ever had the baby and the nurses not been ready. She laughed and said almost, but not typically. I said I feel pressure and would feel better if they checked me again. My sweet nurse looked and said yup, lets push a couple of times. I pushed 3 times and she told Jamie to push the button to call the doctor in!! The doctor came in, and I pushed 2 more times and Levi was here at 10:27 pm! He was perfect! All 7.3 lb, 19.5 in of him :)<br />
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I had an absolutely wonderful pregnancy and labor. I am sooo blessed. I honestly cannot say enough about Jamie. Once we got to the hospital, Jamie went back to his usual calm and collected demeanor. He was wonderful every step of the way. Holding my hand, rubbing my back, whatever I needed. It was such a proud moment for him to get to experience the birth of his son. I knew he would be a great dad, but nothing prepares you for that moment when you are actually a parent and the love that you feel for your child. It is indescribable. Getting to experience that moment with Jamie was something I will never forget.<br />
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The next few days were almost a blur. Wednesday was the day of the horrific tornado that came through Alabama. We spent a good part of that day in the hallway for safety. Even now there are still a plethora of emotions from that day. I was bringing this sweet wonderful new addition into my family, all the while so many others lost their loved ones. There is so much I would say about this day, but I can really sum it up by saying.. I feel so blessed.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Happy "Birth"day Levi!</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-33250518300359849392011-04-14T20:58:00.004-05:002011-04-14T21:22:31.619-05:00My boys...<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xlFLvYFVC-Q/TaeqKUMMZoI/AAAAAAAABsg/PbTI7g1n7gA/s1600/IMG_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>For the next week or so Brodie and Jamie are the only two boys in my life. Soon there will be three sweet men in my life. Whew... talk about being out numbered!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am excited about this season in my life that the good Lord has given me.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">While the sun is still shining, I am still up and at em' and in the outdoor ball throwing mood, I thought I would take advantage of some mother doggy time.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Before long I will have another long legged, probably lanky little thing. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Brodie and Levi will be two peas in a pod.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">As of right now...</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am just loving my two favorite boys!</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-16897189163628798222010-12-23T15:21:00.004-06:002010-12-23T15:26:24.459-06:00little man...<div style="text-align: center;">All the anxieties I had before about having a baby are slowly fading...</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jamie and I are super excited to be having a little cowboy boot wearing baby of our own.<br />
The minute I found out I was prego, I told the Lord, "yes, I know I am having a boy." It was just a matter of fact kind of thing. I think He was preparing my girly girl heart for a little rugged baby BOY! <br />
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I have to say that even though my heart knew we were having a boy, when they actually said, "it's a boy!" I was a little shocked. Thinking to myself, what in the world am I going to do with a boy?... I am so girly! I only know how to sew girl clothes. lol. Well...after letting it sink in a few days that baby Higdon is a boy and seeing the excitement on Jamie's face was priceless. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am just elated. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Life as we know it will never be the same, but I am thinking it just gets better... </div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-73351178645838525832010-10-17T16:45:00.005-05:002010-10-17T22:26:59.219-05:00Prego<div style="text-align: center;">babies...ahh...babies</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Everyone tells me that, "it comes naturally!" "you will just know what to do once they get here!" "just wait until you see their sweet faces, the anxiety all goes away!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">**tap-tap-tap** is this thing on....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">are you kidding me! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have to admit. Having a life grow inside of you, and waiting, just waiting until the day when you get to hold them and watch them cry and eat and work to take care of the ball of cuddliness, all while enjoying this bundle of joy is just about made me hyperventilate most weeks. ok. you got me...almost everyday. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLtkZf8KdEI/AAAAAAAABr4/aW7lR9SoprE/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLtkZf8KdEI/AAAAAAAABr4/aW7lR9SoprE/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLtjtk_H3YI/AAAAAAAABr0/pqXEVpWP6xM/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLtjtk_H3YI/AAAAAAAABr0/pqXEVpWP6xM/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">milk. I crave milk. lots of milk. maybe with almost every meal. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Yogurt and fruit too. I am hungry a lot and tired alllll the time, but not sick in the least. Jamie, my beyond sweet of sweetness of a husband is just so excited to have little cowboy boot wearing babester of our own. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He tells me to get a milkshake and enjoy being pregnant. :)<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am finished with my 1st trimester this week. So technically I have 2 more trimesters to figure it all out, right?? Or, does anyone want to be a full time- live in nanny...yes, that may be a good option/possibility. Takers, takers..anyone. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh my goodness I am hyperventilating again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am off to read another baby book :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-7882051550319678182010-10-13T09:10:00.004-05:002010-10-13T09:59:51.986-05:00Sometimes life just happens...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLUVSBLBMII/AAAAAAAABrA/wedJaetmnfo/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Life happens sometimes at what seems like the most in opportune times. always.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, it all started back in July. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I went to the Phi Mu National Convention in Pheonix, Arizona for 5 days. I think I cried everyday because I missed Jamie and Brodie so bad. I am a sap. I know! Ok, really I just worried of what my two boys would be getting into. Brodie was probably using my pillow as a doggie bed I just know it. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We stayed at The Biltmore. It was absolutely beautiful. My lemonade melted walking from my room to the conference room because it was 118 degrees!! For the love of all that is good this world. My hair had seen better days. enough said.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I had the privilege to travel on this trip with the Phi Mu president of the Montevallo chapter, Kathryn. We became close. I also taught her not to eat the $15 M&M peanuts out of the room mini fridge. I treated her to pizza instead :)</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLUT62cU4JI/AAAAAAAABq4/7TNtlv9rYLg/s1600/51+bowden+cir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">While I was on this trip to the hottest part of the US it seemed, I received a call from my office with an agent wanting to show our house. slight freak out moment happened for sure. I am not home. Jamie is in charge...Brodie is loose...choas my be happening without my approval! </div><div style="text-align: center;">We got a contract on our home. I negotiated this in the 10 min breaks we had between meetings. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I wanted to be excited, and cry all at the same time!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We had to find a home and pronto!<br />
Jamie and I thought we found the house we would be in for years to come. I could already picture our kids riding their bikes down the street. 3 bedroom, 2 bath, formal dining room, 3 car garage, screened in porch, and a full unfinished basement on 3.5 acres in Chelsea. We were getting a phenomenal deal.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">OH, I almost forgot. 2 weeks before we were supposed to move, this happened!! I'm Pregnant!! Baby Higdon is on the way come April 2011. wow. the timing is impeccable. I took at total of 4 tests just to make sure the first 2 were correct...lol</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We are ecstatic, overwhelmed, elated, overwhelmed, jumping for joy, and did I mention overwhelmed. lol We are having a baby!!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We soon come to find out 2 days before we were supposed to close on our house that there were title issues on our perfect little family home and that the house was not foreclosed on properly. It was going to be 6-9 months + before the house would be available for me to apply for a mortgage again. </div><div style="text-align: center;">*sigh*</div><div style="text-align: center;">For every door the Lord closes, he opens another one. We are still waiting on that door. Hopefully it will have huge arrows telling us to open it when it comes around!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, we moved in with my sweet, and very accommodating parents. Brodie is even allowed to sleep inside and on the bed!! We have never had inside pets growing up. My parents have adjusted to our energetic ball of fur and just want to make life and our stress as easy as possible.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">All the while I am still trying to sell real estate. Enough said on that too. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This cartoon says it all :)</div><br />
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Brodie has become fond of the HUGE pasture and pond at my parents house. It is like a serious free for all. Room to stretch his legs, run until his little heart is content, and leap through the water anytime he wants. It is doggie heaven. His little heart can't take anymore happiness!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Can't you just read his mind..."throw the ball again mom! My tongue hanging out just means I am excited not tired!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are still on the hunt for a house, preferably before Baby Higdon comes along.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Patience is truly a virtue. Through all the tears, excitement, and slight stress, God is always good. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess I can just sum it all up by saying, sometimes life just happens!</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-53892315253192287402010-08-11T16:01:00.002-05:002010-08-11T16:09:57.917-05:00The brothers turn 2!<div style="text-align: center;">Mr. Brodie Higdon and Sam White turned "2" on August 1!!</div><br />
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Just seems like yesterday we were bringing the little fur balls home from Tennessee.<br />
That little face had my heart from day one. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, He is a BIG boy. Toddler to be exact. The terrible two's!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Really his terrible 2's phase was at age 1. Oh, the craziness that was bestowed on the Higdon household was like non other. Our socks, dishtowels, and under garmets will never be rendered usable again. His latest fetish...our bath mats.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Every dog must have a proper 2 year old birthday party filled with birthday hats, birthday cake, homemade doggie bones, and doggie friends. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Let The Birthday Party Extravaganza Begin!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">First they got to eat their homemade doggie bones GG made for all three of them. </div><div style="text-align: center;">gulp...that didn't last long as they lick their chops wanting more...and yes, more is to come.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">THEN came the homemade doggie birthday cake!!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Lets just say they inhaled this cake. Peanut butter, honey, carrots, and some other good doggie treats. It literally became a free for all at this point. There was no stopping them now!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TGMBTHFkGHI/AAAAAAAABps/zxQWgD4It-0/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TGMBTHFkGHI/AAAAAAAABps/zxQWgD4It-0/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is not Miley's birthday, but for all practical purposes, she thought it was! All that cake cannot be good for her girlish figure...oh well...she didn't seem to mind. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Sam, on the other hand, thought he would save a birthday snack for later that night.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">What a treat it has been to watch these two brothers grow up together and be best friends...even though their personalities may be 180 degrees in opposite directions! </div><div style="text-align: center;">We all love this rowdy and rambunctious trio and hope to have many more birthday parties to come. </div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-37721159732198091862010-06-06T14:34:00.006-05:002010-06-06T16:37:56.488-05:00Old Age Brings...<div style="text-align: center;">WISDOM.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">I just turned 28 last Thursday. Happy Birthday to me! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I have to tell you though, old age doesn't always <i>just</i> bring wisdom.<br />
Some days I wake up feeling like this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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-a little bug-eyed from the lack of sleep from one Brodie Higdon.<br />
-a lot of bed head because the beauty just doesn't come as natural as it used to.<br />
-a little wrinkly from well, you know~wrinkles.<br />
-and a lot of feeling like you could scream from being slightly overwhelmed with all that life has to offer. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Some pictures just bring out the best in you, and well, others just make you a little worried that you thought about yourself through the eyes of a distressed hungry pony.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh well....that is the facts of growing up. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Gotta Love It! :)</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-85924963092031835542010-05-28T17:12:00.004-05:002010-05-28T17:29:12.770-05:00Day Care??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> Doggie Day Care to be exact.<br />
~The Three Musketeers~ <br />
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pure bliss. curiosity. crazy anxiety. <br />
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Princess Miley. Ms. Diva. Prissy and sassy.<br />
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Sam. The calm and collected one that tends to entertain himself with chewing plastic cups and large bones, chasing tennis balls, and occasionally joins in with the other twos crazy doggy antics<br />
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Everyday is a crazy day, but a good day!Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-66680925885807165542010-05-26T19:52:00.012-05:002010-05-26T20:48:34.543-05:00Peace Like a River<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S_3O_FwbHFI/AAAAAAAABkQ/7komywWVzwU/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>I know I have mentioned having the baby fever...<br />
It is serious...very serious<br />
I think I may need to talk to Jamie<br />
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Jamie: "Is that right? What kind of German Shorthair puppy would you like? A male or female?? I hear the females are really loving. Brodie would be ecstatic!"<br />
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Courtney: "Nooo....like a for real live baby, that cries, and poops, and sleeps alot. <br />
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Jamie: "Have you seen Rivers lately... she is really cute and sweet and loving... you may need to call Christina."<br />
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Courtney: "For serious!"<br />
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Jamie: "Can they wear camo and pink if it is a girl, and go hunting and fishing, and can Brodie sleep in their bed when they get older??<br />
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Courtney: "YES, that way Brodie doesn't sleep on me!!!" "See, all of our problems are solved!"<br />
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Whew~glad we got that settled!</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-79446522859072275792010-05-12T15:47:00.001-05:002010-05-12T15:48:45.084-05:00Birthday Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-sJc3Dcu6I/AAAAAAAABiI/LZncXr3LolM/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My boy turns the big "29" today. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is a joyous occasion filled with a birthday song before you even make it out of bed, going out to eat for breakfast, and family over for dinner tonight. Ice cream cake is a must for my rugged outdoorsy fisherman. It is his favorite. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Sweetie. You deserve a great day with everything your heart desires. </div><br />
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Did I mention that he has allergies-yes, you will wake early in the mornings with his snorting and weasing, and just when he manages to wiggle his way from my feet to my head, he will then, and only then, proceed to sneeze all over me. That is Brodie....enough said.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know what you are thinking, just wait until she has number two!<br />
Whew...How do us Mother's handle it??</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being a mom has been very rewarding I have to say. It definitely teaches you patience and that small things are just small things not mountains. I think it is sweet that he is a mommas boy and loves to snuggle and gets slightly jealous if I pay more attention to anyone else but him. What would life be like without my little ball of fur. He is turning the terrible 2's soon, so everyone be in prayer. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is good... and I am blessed.</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-45771230559331414432010-04-26T21:58:00.003-05:002010-04-28T15:48:34.955-05:00Pretty in Pink<div style="text-align: center;">P.H.I. M.U. Ladies. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Prissy. Funny. Pink. Intelligent. Sunhat Wearing. Sassy. High Heel Loving. Sundress attire. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Good lookin' girly girls!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I was also very prissy, and a little sassy, and had to have my hair and clothes just so...I was definitely the girl always in pink. After I met Jamie, really this little sister Lacey, did my wardrobe start to slowly evolve to sundresses and cowboy boots instead of dress pants and high heels. It is definitely still a work in progress, but the casual side of me is taking form. All I really knew was high heels and slightly ~ prissy! </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZNxLYzGoI/AAAAAAAABgI/zJwqFmkrnfI/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZNxLYzGoI/AAAAAAAABgI/zJwqFmkrnfI/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZOtfPBOpI/AAAAAAAABgY/ocDHrlbpWY0/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZOtfPBOpI/AAAAAAAABgY/ocDHrlbpWY0/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Who said Pink wasn't the new brown.</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-40601439815734178092010-04-26T16:59:00.002-05:002010-04-26T17:02:09.692-05:00Many faces of Rivers<div style="text-align: center;">Sweet Rivers. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Calm. Collected. Sweet. She almost looks like a porcelain doll.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9XwluS735I/AAAAAAAABe4/h64DpbeCuNQ/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9XwluS735I/AAAAAAAABe4/h64DpbeCuNQ/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The baby fever has hit me like a ton of bricks. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The baby lotion smell, the little rolls on her thighs and arms, her peach fuzz of hair, how she balls her fists up as she so powerfully tries to yawn, and her smooth as a babies behind skin.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart just yearns... </div><div style="text-align: center;">But for now... Brodie's puppy breath smell will have to do. </div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-75810357496753802572010-04-23T21:41:00.003-05:002010-04-23T22:55:03.048-05:00Dyson=LOVE<div style="text-align: center;">This blog is not for the weak at heart. If you get squeamish, just turn away now. This is going to be a very serious matter in home cleaning! Please keep in mind that I am a clean fanatic.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jamie and I have gone round and round with the truth of how well our elderly vacuum cleaner works, <i>or not works</i>. Everyone does remember that we have a shedding puppy that loves to roll alllll over the carpet to get that itch that he has on the tip of his back. As much as I tell him not to, he pushes that limit and proceeds to wallo in my carpet...all over my carpet...all the time! It literally grosses me out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the longest time I have been telling Jamie that I didn't think our vacuum cleaner worked. It has been stuck on the highest setting. So, I made a deal with him that if I vacuumed with ours and then borrowed another one and vacuumed again and it didn't pick anything up, then I would be passivised and not talk about it again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like I said before, if you are easily grossed out, turn away. Below is what I picked up after using my vacuum cleaner, and then borrowing one from Kathryn and vacuuming again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I showed this to Jamie when he got home, and needless to say we had a date night and went out to buy a new vacuum cleaner! NOT just any vacuum cleaner............a DYSON!! The mack daddy of mack daddy vacuum cleaners. Keep in mind that this is after he said we were not getting a new vacuum cleaner to begin with, and if we were going to get one, by some chance, that he was not going to spend that much money on a Dyson! The things he does for love.... :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can I tell you how elated I am. It it is like Christmas morning all over again. I have vacuumed my carpet again for the 6th time today. Seriously. I vacuumed until it didn't have anything else to pick up. Then I let Brodie in just so he could roll on the carpet and vacuum behind him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Who knew vacuum cleaners could be so exhilarating! ME! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For the love of all that is good...Cleanliness is once again restored at my house. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*sigh-smile*</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-58594085888511702892010-04-21T20:19:00.007-05:002010-04-21T21:37:47.585-05:00Rivers Christine Comer<div style="text-align: center;">Growing up with David everyone who has ever spent any time with him knows his sense of humor, his stubbornness at times, his love for animals (the Comer Zoo as they lovingly refer to it now), and his dislove/repulsive nature for children. If you handed him a baby, he would hold them as far as those 6ft arms would extend, and if it remotely cried, or looked like it would regurgitate chunks of their half eaten dinner, it was almost like a hot potato being flung into the air, and we all hoped someone would be there to catch them. You ALL know it is true. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">When Christina came into David's life, the lovely, beautiful, muscular, innocent, sweet, Godly, adorable, motherly woman she is came into his life we knew he had hit a gold mine. Christina just loves David, all his zoo animals, his long lanky figure, and laughs off many of his crazy antics. They are perfect for each other. The only issue was that Christina was made to be a mom! No doubt about it. Her loving spirit was to good to just be for David, it needed to be spread around a little bit. You could see David get quiet every time the "baby" word would make its way into the conversation.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I remember where I was the night I got the phone call from Christina telling me she was prego. I hung up the phone with flooded emotions. Many to hard to explain, but mostly thinking... this should be interesting! My brother, Mr. Eddie Haskel himself, is going to be a dad. WOW. And since that day that kept resonating in my head.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S8-f6vjo-RI/AAAAAAAABcw/U0kIuh5F7uk/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S8-f6vjo-RI/AAAAAAAABcw/U0kIuh5F7uk/s400/IMG_0516.JPG" width="265" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I always knew David will be a great dad, but I always pictured him with outstretched arms and a baby at the end yelling for someone to just make "it" go away. All of those feeling/thoughts left my head as I saw him the day before they were set to induce Christina...He was sitting on the back of his truck, legs dangling in the air, just waiting on Christina to come outside. He was just as fidgety as he could be. He didn't know whether to smile or panic! At that moment I think he knew his life would change, and for the better. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As long has I have known David, if he gets nervous or upset he gets quiet, and sometimes you just have to give him his space. On Monday the 12th, he was nervous but was almost giddy with excitement, he just loved on Christina alll day, and gave her nothing but encouragement and support. He was ready to become a dad!<br />
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As you would walk into her room his chair was turned facing Christina and his hand laid sweetly on her chest to help calm her nerves as he quietly read his magazine. He also had a video camera that probably ran out of tape recording every moment of the whole day. Every move, every turn, even the bathroom was caught on tape, nothing was to be left out. He wanted every memory to be captured. You could tell his heart was swelling with pride... his baby girl was on the way. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christina's twin sister Christel, snuck back to her room as she was getting ready to push, she said you could hear him saying, "That's it baby, you are doing great, just one more push!" Then the nurses caught them and they had to leave the hall!! In the mean time allll the immediate family was in the waiting room biting our nails waiting... just waiting...We actually made a bet on the time and weight of Ms. Rivers arrival. My guess 6.10 lb and 3:50 pm. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">FINALLY, the moment had arrived, David came to the waiting room and called us to the hall. He was elated, excited, smiling from ear to ear. Rivers was born. ALL 8 lb. 10 oz, and 22 in long! She didn't just make her way into the world, she MADE her way into the world. The doctor came out saying, "Where was Christina hiding that baby!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Christina was as beautiful as always, glowing to be exact, even through the pregnancy I never saw someone to positive and upbeat and felt more blessed to be creating a new life. Even after she delivered you would have never known. She did amazing! Like I said, she was born to be a mother. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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That day the Lord smiled and laughed as he changed my brothers life from holding a baby with outstretched arms, to holding/cuddling his new born baby girl. I will never forget it because to me I saw a completely different side to David. You could see the love and respect for Christina and the pride welling up inside of him. Monday was a "new" day.</div><br />
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You would have thought the president had arrived at the hospital with as many family and friends they had loving and supporting them both. Let me give you an in site of the amount of people: both sets of parents, 4 siblings and spouses, 4 cousins, 2 babies under 3, 3 grandmothers, 2 aunts, 1 uncle, 4 friends, and a partridge in a pear tree. Sorry if I left someone out! It was a mad house. BUT, you knew they were loved!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">That night I went home very proud of my brother.<br />
He did good. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I think in all the excitement the tears were withheld, but that night cuddling with Brodie it all came out. Just yesterday we were building a tree house in the backyard, and skinning up our knees falling of our bikes for the 100th time. My how life changes and how blessed we are.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My sweet little niece...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Congratulations David and Christina</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">These two do everything together! Their initials growing up were the same, the men they married last names started with a C, they are both having girls that are two months apart with their first names starting with an R. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S8-yJ92y0mI/AAAAAAAABdw/C8fp2AB4Apk/s1600/IMG_0442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I try to understand it, but I think they have their own language...I think the Lord was showing us his humor when he made twins.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is something to behold. These two women will be incredible mothers. I am just glad I get to experience it with them! Christina, the one on the right is my sister in law, and the one of the left is Jamie's cousin. I will let you figure that one out :)</div>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-68589231976338383062010-03-28T22:15:00.015-05:002010-03-29T10:26:48.326-05:00Quail= Anxiety<div style="text-align: center;">I have learned that Brodie definitely takes after me in many ways. Little high maintenance, long legged, and has bad anxiety. When Brodie gets excited that excitement quickly escalates and anxiety comes in full force.
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We went quail hunting a few weekends ago and as soon as we hit the dirt road the whining, begging, barking, more whining, screeching, some sounds that came from his scrawny body I can't even explain. His excitement/anxiety level went from a 1 to a 20 in 2 seconds flat. He knew what was out there.... <span style="font-style: italic;">birds</span>...Quail to be exact... and that was pure bliss for this pupster.
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<div style="text-align: center;">For the next several hours he pointed out bird after bird. To a him, this was the equivalent of winning a lifetime of doggy chow.
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Jamie taught Brodie to point when he found the birds...
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We were not the only lucky couple to go on the hunting extravanganza. Zac and Lacey were right there with us with their two pupsters, Sam and Miley.
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This chicky isn't shy. She has her pink and brown just like she likes it and shooting birds is her thang! She is darn good at it too.
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For me personally, I just try to take pictures and not get shot myself. (Do you know how intimidating it is to have 4 people with guns on their shoulders and me walking around with my camera in my own little world-amazing I wasn't shot!)
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Miley was a shinning star at only 6 months old. She and the quail became one. They are now BFF. The quail may not think so, but she sure does.
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Good ol' Sam.
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Brodie definitely got the energy out of his system. He slept the whole next day to recover from all the intensity.
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That is the benefit to living in the "country"
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We have railroad crossing that seem like the perfect place for a birthday banner!
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who knew that a long roll of masking tape and a few pieces of bright colored paper would make your birthday wishes shine!
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sad. but dad had to cook his own birthday dinner. He left me cooking for a total of 5 minutes, and I think I singed my eyebrows with the fire. FYI. do not stick your face that close to the flames to see if the hamburgers are burnt or crispy burnt. Just take them off. Thank goodness he finished cooking.
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<div style="text-align: center;">He just does it so much better.
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Happy "25th" Birthday Dad. again. :)
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<BR>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-81190110183858349472010-02-28T14:49:00.019-06:002010-02-28T16:59:11.826-06:00Super Bowl<div style="text-align: center;">of Bass Fishing.
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If you would have asked me 10 years ago if I would go to a bass tournament? without hesitations I would have said, umm... NO, are you crazy? lost your marbles? or think just because I have a pond in my backyard that fishing interests me?? None of the above applied. Until... Jamie.
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Who would ever think one man, one good looking, rugged, handsome specimen of a man could change me to this outdoor enthusiast. I use outdoor enthusiast lightly, because I really dont actually fish, hunt, shoot guns, etc. all the time like he does, BUT, because he loves the outdoors, and because I love him, I love the outdoors. Pink will be found somewhere in my outfit of choice for every event.
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The crowds came in droves to the Super Bowl of Bass Fishing in B'ham. You got it. The mega bowl of raccoon faced, sun burnt bunch of men with big bellied fish.
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Jamie took off work, and I took off work and what a date weekend it was. It all started with Waffle House, and then onto the bass expo where we saw all the latest and greatest things out there, and then we settled in for hours of watching all 51 anglers weigh in their fish. That's what you call a date in Birmingham!
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It was a treat to see Mark Zona himself. We watch him every Saturday morning giving us the highlights on every bass tournament. That gets Jamie's weekend started off right.
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My favorite angler is by far Kevin Van Dam. He makes winning easier than peeling a banana, or hooking a worm on a hook, or well you've got the point. He is just a winner in my book.
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BUT. This is a hometown fellow. Mr. Gerald Swindle. We met at the Wal-Mart in Calera last year. We talked. Now we are BFF. If you asked him he would tell you. You can't not root for Gerald! Dont tell KVD I told you that.
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This is one of my other favs. Skeet Reese. When he used to have longer hair Jamie and Skeet favored. Enough said.
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If you looked up champion in the dictionary it would say: Kevin Van Dam.
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Again. Enough said.
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This is the Super Six. The top 6 anglers of the Classic.
You could just feel the tension rise. Who will win? Will it be an upset? Will Kevin have a bad day fishing? Oh the torture.
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I know you are thinking of the "We Are The Champion" song. I am singing it as I type.
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Lift that trophy high into the confetti. Winning $500,000. It is a good day.
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I just relived an exciting moment in my life. My heart is pumping fast. I am going to go get me some water and go watch the reruns on tv.
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Who would have ever thought...
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<BR>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-42587277048643869512010-02-12T19:42:00.012-06:002010-02-12T20:56:14.724-06:00Let there be<div style="text-align: center;">SNOW.
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Times like these it brings back all of the great memories of growing up on land.
I remember my dad staying up all night making us a sled so could David and I could experience having a "real" sled. So blessed for those times!
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A proud little man!
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After a long hot bath there is nothing but snoring by the fire for this tired little pupster.
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It was a good day.
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Concerts. Let me explain my stance.
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Yesterday my incredibly cute, cowboy boot wearing sister in law Lacey called to ask if Jamie and I wanted to go to the Brad Paisley Concert at the BJCC. Who would not want to go see the wrangler wearing country star?
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We are from Alabama you know! That translates to people not from here thinking that we play in the mud, get trucks that you need a step stool to get into, extremely loud dual exhaust, fancy cowboy boots and hats, tight Wrangler jeans, or jean with diamond studs all over them, really huge belt buckles, bells of hay, and a toothpick behind your ear at all times.
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Immediate stress kind of started. I think somewhere deep in my conscience I have a phobia of large concerts. People, just people everywhere! Makes me a little claustrophobic. Am I the only one??
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These questions keep jogging in my head: Is there going to be a fight over who stands and who sits? How many times am I going to have beer sloshed on me from people around me flinging their drinks into the air singing at the top of their lungs, off tune, to the Country Stars stage performance. OH, and the womans restroom lines, not just the never ending lines that wrap around the whole BJCC, but the classy women you seem to meet in line. Don't act like you don't know what I am taking about!!
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People watching is probably the most entertaining part before the concert. How do women wear 5 in. stilettos and stand in them alll night long? I was a retail merchandising major. I get it, but seriously?? It is 35 degrees outside, how are women not cold in their strapless tanktops and short short mini skirts. Very enlightening.
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All of this streaming in my head entering the slightly intoxicated mob of people. Surprisingly, this concert exceeded my expectations. I really really liked Brad Paisley live. He was incredibly witty, very fun, and sounded just like he does on the radio! I give an A+ to Lacey for setting this date night up.
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My anxiety relinquished by the end after I did have beer sloshed on me, watched the police work out a dispute over some people wanting to stand and some sit, and had the joy to keep seeing the same women in the ladies room reapplying just one more coat of makeup. It was all worth it though!
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For me to call myself a "country girl"--that may need to be reevaluated slightly!
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<BR>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-3008561001416420942010-02-04T16:07:00.014-06:002010-02-05T11:56:11.364-06:00Farm Girl.<div style="text-align: center;">I think SO.
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pasture. birds. puddles. an array of different smells.
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Ahhh... it is great to be a dog/puppy/princess Miley
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Did I mention the puddles? She loves the puddles. Water. Splashing. Sticking her head so far under the water she blows bubbles. Did I mention the puddles.
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<div style="text-align: center;">It is now nice to have a female perspective with two big brothers trying to run the show.
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Women rule. Boy dogs drool!
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They may run faster, play harder, and get dirtier, but Princess Miley still rules the roost!
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<BR>Courtney Higdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-5897646083893304912010-02-03T20:26:00.002-06:002010-02-03T20:30:01.368-06:00WAHOO<div style="text-align: center;">LIFE IS GOOD!!!!!!!!!
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What have I taught my little pupster/wild man/bird hunting enthusiast.
Oh well... there is always tomorrow.
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