Due to the impending ice storm, Grace decided to stay with us instead of heading out to her house in Clarksburg. She ended up staying with us for quite a while. When was it you came, Gracie? Groundhog's Day? Anyway, we had a great few days with her spending time watching movies, eating candy, cheering on the Terps. So this morning she decided she should head home to get reacquainted with her own family and ventured out to de-ice her car which was caked in 4 inches of ice. I looked out the window and this is what I saw. Notice where her car WAS and where it ended up. Her little blue car, which I will now call Xerxes, was stuck on a solid sheet of ice in our yard. It was at enough of an incline that no matter what she did it wouldn't move. So there it stayed until help arrived. Thank goodness for her brothers....and of course Jesse! All four of them said the same thing when they saw the car. "Grace?! What were you thinking?" After lots of chopping ice and quick witted one-liners from the Apolenis guys, she made it to the driveway. Paul shouted to her as she drove to the street, "Keep going, Grace. Don't stop till you hit the highway!" She's promised to come back in April and reseed the lawn. Gracie, it was great fun having you here! We will miss you. Remember, your name is now hyphenated. Apolenis-Mays.
One of our favorite things to do is watch basketball games with the Brewers. I think this was the 13th or 14th game we've seen with them. After a quick dinner in Olney, we headed out to College Park with Dave and Jen. Unfortunately, it was a disappointing loss, but an evening with Brew and Jen was worth it.
Even the Burger King was there! The pregame handshake between coaches: The student section. Nothing but red shirts and blue jeans. For those who've never been to Comcast Center here's the routine: the opposing team is announced and the students shake copies of the Diamondback newspaper during the intro. (We're not listening!) As each name is announced, they shout.....well they shout. The papers are wadded up and tossed out. Then the Terps take the floor.
More.....gestures from the students. DJ Strawberry on the line. Let's do it again, Dave and Jen!
Janelle is part of a wonderful History and Literature Co-op called Tapestry of Grace which meets at our house twice a week. This week it was Tommy Hill's turn to teach the literature class about King Hezekiah. Well, the following pictures have nothing to do with King Hezekiah, but the kids sure had fun at class. After the class discussion, they played Chubby Bunny. The objective is to stuff as many marshmallows in your mouth as possible and still clearly say "chubby bunny." Here are a few shots and if you have the stomach for it you can click here to see the rest.
(photo credit: Janelle)
(I just realized I could post one embarassing photo of a Tiren after another and be set for quite a while! Sorry, Libby. You were the funniest one.)
Rayford Glynn Mays, Jr. was my father-in-law. He was born in 1921 in Birmingham, Alabama. My love and admiration for him runs very deep. He was a man of strong principles who made a significant difference for good in the lives of many underprivileged people throughout his life. His compassion for “the least of these” was genuine as indicated by his generous nature. I loved him very, very much. I married his son, after all! Following the death of his dear wife of 57 years, Matilda, we had the privilege of having him live with us. Sadly, after moving to a larger house to better accommodate him, he passed away after nine short months. We decided to name our home in his memory.