The Burgess Family

If you live in the South, you’ve probably listened to Rick and Bubba’s hilarious, family-friendly radio show at some point. And if you listen to them regularly, you’ve no doubt heard that tragedy struck Rick’s family this past weekend.

Bronner Burgess, the two year-old son of Rick and Sherri, died Saturday night in an accidental drowning at their family’s home.

I won’t attempt to recount the details; you can get more information here, and you can see a message from the family here. You can also see interviews with Bubba here and here. I think you’ll agree that their faith is nothing short of remarkable.

Please keep this sweet family in your prayers.

I Feel That A Drumroll Might Be In Order

After two weeks, over two thousand comments and at least five hundred pleas for vacuuming help from the pet owners of America, the Oreck vacuum giveaway has finally come to a close.

And we have us a winner, my friends!

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Commenter #45 – Katey

Katey, I just sent you an email. If for some reason you don’t get it, email me from the gmail address you used when you commented.

Thanks, everyone, for such incredible participation in this contest!

And congratulations, Katey!

For Kelli, Again

Last year many of us had the privilege to love on Kelli by providing a love offering for her and her family. The internets came out in full force, and we were able to provide almost $10,000 so that Kelli, who suffers from End Stage Renal Disease, could continue her heath care coverage and hopefully move closer to a live donor transplant.

Over the last twelve months Kelli has dealt with medical problems most of us can’t begin to imagine. Thankfully she’s had the health care coverage that she needs. But her window for a live donor kidney transplant isn’t quite as wide open as it used to be. And Kelli needs a kidney. That’s the bottom line.

So in light of all that, if you have the time – and oh, I hope you do – here are two posts that will touch your heart:

First: Heather writes here about something extraordinary that has happened in the congregation of a church in Mississippi.

Second: Kelli writes here about the latest developments with her condition.

And if you think about it, please spread the word about these two stories on your own blogs. You never know who might be reading; you never know who might feel led to help. I figure it’s worth a shot, y’all.

And I imagine Kelli and her family feel the exact same way.

The Big Boo Cast, Episode Nine

Well, after a six week-ish hiatus, Big Mama and I return to the wonderful world of podcasting by covering a completely random array of topics for your listening pleasure.

And we use the word “hiatus,” by the way, to make it seem like our podcasting break was TOTALLY PLANNED, but the fact of the matter is that we just never got around to recording anything because we were too busy eating cake and watching TV.

We also did a good bit of sleeping.

This week we talk about Big Mama’s hair woes, our teenage fondness for writing notes in church, how chocolate chip cookie dough and Cheetos can completely derail parenthood, various blog-related Google searches that crack us up, our deeply academic appreciation for the Old Testament, and why you wouldn’t want either one of us to ever be in charge of starting some sort of fire.

In short, it’s the least entertaining entertainment that the interweb has to offer. Which makes us understandably proud.

And I’ll go ahead and warn you that I had some microphone ish-ahs on this podcast, so I apologize in advance for the technical difficulties. You can rest assured that I will work tirelessly to fix those ish-ahs just as soon as I can tear myself away from my Dairy Queen chicken tenders.

My, they are tasty.

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If you have any questions you’d like for us to answer in the next podcast, fire away, my friends.

And as always, we thank you for your patronage.

I Have Some Thoughts About Some Things

If a podcast hosting company has a button on their website that says “upload file,” it would be terribly helpful if said button actually worked.

Because while it’s been a big, kick-in-the-pants carnival to click that little button approximately sixteen times without ANY UPLOADING HAPPENING WHATSOEVER, EVEN AFTER SOME LENGTHY WAITING, I’m afraid that I’m developing some trust issues with the button. And I fear my resentment is becoming somewhat unhealthy.

Also.

Last night the husband and I helped with something at our church, and our biggest responsibility was to pick up and set up all the food.

At one point there were six large trays of fried chicken tenders in our possession. Enough chicken tenders for approximately 200 people.

And seeing those trays stacked one on top of the other before we put the food on the tables? It was a veritable fountain of fried chicken, a fountain pouring forth with some of the finest breaded-then-submerged-in-hot-oil poultry that these eyes have ever seen.

I was moved almost to the point of tears.

And I would say that it was “a tender time,” only I think that’s a little too pun-tastic even for me.

Finally.

If your four year-old ever makes the proclamation that he would like to go to “big church” on a Sunday morning, I would just like to encourage you to make sure that you have a lot of tissues with you.

Just in case the four year-old lets loose with a monster sneeze that results in you, the mother, gently cupping strange nasal substances in the palm of your hand, thereby causing the single, oh-so-fashionable 20-somethings sitting behind you to shudder and gasp audibly.

And leaving you at the mercy of the kind lady two seats down who quickly passes you some napkins from the Burger King.

Humility. It is the ongoing order of the parenting day.

Well Whaddya Know

Here’s the view into our backyard at 10:30 this morning.

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You should also know that, when the ABC station here leads-in to the SPECIAL WINTER WEATHER EVENT NEWSCAST (we have non-stop coverage, my friends), the ALABAMA FREEZE graphic shakes back and forth.

Because apparently even the graphic is so cold that it’s trembling.

I love the South.