Friday, March 21, 2025

Change is good..

 


Monday, March 10       Monday dawned shrouded in a thick, ghostly fog, draping the world in a quiet, eerie stillness. The damp air clung to my skin as I ventured out, my footsteps muffled on the wet ground. The distant wail of the lighthouse foghorn echoed across the mist, its mournful sound weaving through the silence like a forgotten melody. Meanwhile, the lonely whistle of a distant train pierced the fog, its sharp, nostalgic cry evoking a sense of time slipping away, as if the world was stuck in a forgotten era.

The day passed uneventfully, wrapped in a haze of calm. But as evening fell, it brought with it the gathering at the Pharaoh’s Alabama meeting. It was a long, drawn-out affair, filled with discussions that seemed endless, each topic more intricate than the last. Despite having been a member for years, this was my first time attending, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of tradition pressing in as I sat among familiar faces, each one wrapped in their own thoughts as we navigated the evening’s deliberations.


Tuesday, March 11     "Freedom" was the word of the day—well, maybe not quite. The cast is finally off, but now I’m sporting a splint for the next few weeks. It’s a small step, but it feels like progress. No more doctor visits for a while—at least, that’s the hope. Here’s to a little more freedom, even if it’s just the tiniest bit!


Wednesday, March 12     Ah, Irish Week! Such a quirky little holiday, always sneaking up on you, never quite sure which day it'll land on. It’s a delightful mix of chasing leprechauns and nibbling on foods that are, well, a bit odd—who knows what you’ll end up with! Every mushroom or four-leaf clover feels like a mystery, hiding secrets and surprises just waiting to be uncovered. And to top it off, the moon was shining brighter and bigger than ever, casting a magical glow over it all. It felt like the perfect touch to an already enchanted week.


Thursday, March 13      Moving—well, at least offices. It’s time to say goodbye to the familiar Waker Lane location, and with it, a chapter closes. Moving always feels like a mix of uncertainty and possibility. There’s excitement for what lies ahead, but the path can also be rocky and filled with challenges. I can’t help but let the anticipation build, dreaming of something more, something better, just around the corner.

For now, though, the first step is working from home for a few days. With a broken wrist, I wouldn’t be much help anyway. But maybe this brief pause will give me the time I need to reset and prepare for whatever comes next.


Friday, March 14      Photos with the Bull – definitely the highlight of the day. Mapping out the Easter Egg Hunt with Darrin was next on the agenda, and I kept up with most of it, though there were a lot of moving pieces. This little event is shaping up to be a blast, full of surprises, prizes, and an egg hunt scattered all over Mobile. It’s been such a fun challenge to imagine how an Easter Egg Hunt in your car could actually work—turns out, it’s a bit more adventurous than I thought!
But the true cherry on top of the day? Stopping by Bama Bob’s to snap that classic photo with the bull. It’s one of those little things that just makes everything feel right, a perfect end to a day full of planning and dreaming.

Saturday, March 15     Strawberry season—thankfully, I didn’t miss it this year, despite the broken wrist. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get in on the action, but I bought a flat of those sweet, ruby-red berries anyway. Thankfully, all I had to do was slice them up and toss them in a bowl to chill in the fridge for a day. The real magic happened when I drained the juice into one bag and the pulp into another, both ready for the freezer. Later, they’ll turn into delicious jelly and jam, a perfect way to preserve the taste of spring for months to come. Even with a broken wrist, I found a way to make it happen—and I’m so glad I did!

Sunday, March 16    The Ice Cream Tour with the car club, held right after church, was an absolute blast! We had an amazing turnout, and our newest member, Rob, took the lead, guiding us all the way to Whitt Ice Cream in Daphne. 35 people showed up for some free ice cream, and the vibe was perfect. I treated myself to Almond Joy ice cream in a chocolate-dipped waffle cone—pure bliss! There’s just something about hanging out with fellow car enthusiasts that makes everything more fun. The old-school car hobby crowd knows how to enjoy the little things, and today was a sweet reminder of why I love being a part of this community.

Slow Down Week!

 

Monday, March 3     Ah, the dreaded season has arrived. That inevitable time of year when the house is struck by illness, like an unstoppable force. When you’ve got a child in school, you can almost feel it coming—the germs, lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to invade. And sure enough, here it is: Type A Flu. It slithers in unnoticed, a silent intruder, wrapping its cold, invisible hands around everyone. Suddenly, the house is transformed into a place of constant coughing fits, groggy, feverish bodies, and endless hours spent on the couch, staring blankly at the television screen, just trying to survive. The cycle of sickness begins... and it feels like it will never end.

Tuesday, March 4    Fat Tuesday has become Rest Tuesday—the grand celebration swallowed whole by illness. Where we should be on the streets alive with music, beads, and the pulse of carnival fever, there is only silence, broken only by the occasional cough. The vibrant chaos of Mardi Gras is reduced to blankets, tissues, and the hum of the television. And so, Winter Break drags on, each day a blur of fever dreams and restless slumber. The spirit of the season, once filled with joy and anticipation, now lingers like a ghost, haunting the house. As we lay here, waiting for the fever to break, we can only sigh and remind ourselves—next year’s Mardi Gras will come. But for now, this is our reality. Next time, we’ll celebrate… next time.

Wednesday, March 5     Jim Crowe, License Number 6. A name that echoes through the annals of Alabama’s history, a legacy carved into the very landscape he’s shaped. He has dedicated decades of his life to the craft of landscape architecture, making him the longest-practicing professional in the entire state. His expertise isn’t just marked by the designs he’s created, but by the quiet confidence that comes with years of experience. With License Number 6, Jim has been a part of the state's evolving landscape, one project at a time, watching the world change while he continues to leave his indelible mark on the land. His work is a testament to patience, mastery, and a vision that stretches far beyond the horizon.

Thursday, March 6     Two trumpets were simply not enough. The need for a grander sound, a richer tone, something that would shake the very air with its bold, brassy resonance—this desire could not be contained. So, in a burst of creativity and sheer will, Barrett and PaPa built their own. Not from gold or silver, but from humble PVC pipe. It was a strange sight to behold—an instrument constructed from pipes, joints, and fittings, cobbled together with makeshift ingenuity. The sound might not have been polished, but it was full of heart, full of fire.

Friday, March 7   The last day at Mardi Gras camp at Lavretta Park—an ending soaked in nostalgia and vibrant memories. In the photos, faces are painted with the remnants of glitter and beads, smiles wide and eyes bright with the thrill of Mardi Gras celebrations. Hands clutch brightly colored masks, and the last remnants of confetti swirl in the wind, captured forever in snapshots. The final day may be wrapping up, but these images will live on, preserving the magic of Mardi Gras, and the friendships and laughter that made the camp unforgettable.

Saturday, March 8   The USS United States—a symbol of American maritime might—now rests quietly in Mobile, her once grand decks weathered by time, her towering presence slowly fading into history. Built in 1950, she was a masterpiece of engineering, the largest ocean liner ever constructed entirely in the United States. For years, she glided effortlessly across the Atlantic, her record-breaking speed still unmatched, holding the title for the fastest crossing in either direction. But now, this majestic vessel—her glory days behind her—has come to find a final resting place, not in the dry docks of a museum, but beneath the waves, set to become an artificial reef. Her steel hull, once a symbol of luxury and strength, will soon be home to marine life, a new purpose in the ecosystem of the Gulf. Though her days as a passenger liner are long over, her legacy lives on in the currents, where the fish will swim through the remnants of her once opulent halls. It is a poignant chapter for the United States—from the high seas to the ocean floor, she leaves behind a legacy that will continue to shape the waters of history in a completely new way.

Sunday, March 9    The earth is waking up, and with it, the promise of spring. It’s that time—when the soil, still damp from the winter chill, is ready to cradle the seeds of new beginnings. The hands dig in, turning the soil, preparing the beds with care, as if coaxing life out of the dormant ground. Bright blooms are on the horizon, their vibrant colors already dancing in the mind’s eye. The air is filled with the scent of fresh earth and anticipation, the promise of petals about to unfurl. Each flower bed becomes a canvas, ready to be painted with the hues of the season—tulips, daffodils, and primroses, each one a small miracle waiting to happen. The process is more than just planting; it’s an act of hope, a quiet ritual that invites spring’s beauty to bloom. As the flowers settle into their new home, the whole garden seems to hold its breath, waiting for the warmth of the sun to coax everything into life. And soon, with a flourish, the beds will pop—bursting into color and filling the air with the pure joy of renewal.

 

Monday, March 3, 2025

Deep Gras in Mobile and a great week for the kids

 

Monday February 24    Monday ushered us into the vibrant world of World Changers at Lavretta, where we were swept into the magic and history of Mardi Gras by the ever-knowledgeable Mrs. Lee. She taught us that to truly understand people, one must first understand the roots of culture—because it is culture that shapes every unique people group. And Mardi Gras, with all its festive chaos and mystery, is a living example of how culture and identity intertwine.

To glimpse the heart of Mardi Gras, we learned that it’s not just about the beads and floats—it’s about the secret societies, the hidden history, and the traditions that go back centuries. Mrs. Lee revealed that the very essence of Mardi Gras is rooted in Mobile, where it all began in 1703, a city that holds the honor of hosting the first celebration of its kind. But it wasn’t until Joe Cain, years later, revived the festivities after the Civil War that Mardi Gras truly reclaimed its spirit.

We also got a peek into the playful side of this rich tradition as the kids formed their own “rooms”—small groups, and then as a group choosing a king and queen for their celebration. The excitement bubbled up as they began to plan their grand parade, set to roll on Friday, followed by the unforgettable Ball. It was a day filled with stories, creativity, and the reminder that Mardi Gras is more than a party—it's a living, breathing celebration of history, culture, and community.

Tuesday, February 25      With a broken wrist keeping me a bit sidelined this Mardi Gras, I’m not diving in as deep as usual. But that’s okay—I've already moved on to decking the halls for St. Patty’s Day! There’s something about that sea of green that just makes me giddy. Now, the real fun begins—time to brainstorm all the deliciously festive foods to serve and make this day extra special!

Wednesday, February    Barrett is back on his ballet journey! Though he's tired and sore, every minute of the precision and balance required has been worth it. Now, it's all about easing back into shape—stretching and walking will be the focus for the next few weeks as he regains his strength and grace.

Thursday February 27    Today was all about the kids. At our Optimist Club meeting, we honored the Student of the Month with a special award and treated everyone to a delicious lunch. After school, we hosted the Oratorical Contest at St. Ignatius, where the most precious 6th grader delivered a heartfelt speech on the power of optimism during tough times. The day wrapped up with Barrett, Darrin, and me hopping into the car, hunting for the perfect open field to watch the planets align. It was truly awe-inspiring to witness such a rare and beautiful event.

Friday February 28    Barrett took the lead as the grand marshal of the Krewe de Astronauts parade playing his trumpet, guiding the procession through Lavretta Park. After the parade, the court was introduced to the parents, and the three "rooms" showcased their talents, dancing to songs of their choice. Then, in a moment of pure celebration, Barrett was crowned King, with the Queen, in her stunning pink gown, gracefully dancing and waving to the crowd.

The festivities didn’t stop there. It was a day filled with joy for the kids. At our Optimist Club meeting, we honored the Student of the Month with a special award and served up a delicious lunch. After school, the Oratorical Contest at St. Ignatius took center stage, where the sweetest 6th grader gave a moving speech on the power of optimism during tough times. The evening wrapped up with Barrett, Darrin, and me chasing down the perfect spot in the car to catch the awe-inspiring sight of the planets aligning in the night sky. It was truly a rare and beautiful experience. Afterward, the entire group gathered for snacks and danced the night away, capping off a day full of memories. 

Saturday March 1     The Joy of Life Mardi Gras parade was a beautiful, heartfelt conclusion to a year of fundraising efforts, and it truly reflects the compassion and dedication of everyone involved. Between the golf tournament, the Mardi Gras ball, and the parade, we are blessed to raise an incredible $200,000 for St. Jude. What’s even more incredible is the countless hours of love and effort volunteers have given to bring these events to life—it’s a labor of love that speaks volumes about the kindness in our community.

But beyond the fundraising, what really fills my heart is that our King, Queen, and court members are all children bravely battling cancer. Each of these events is a chance for these kids to simply be kids, to laugh, dance, and feel celebrated, without the weight of their struggles. It’s a reminder of the power of community, and the difference we can make when we come together with compassion and care. Truly, it’s an honor to be part of something that brings joy, hope, and light to these precious families.

Sunday March 2     Pete's Camellias.

Years ago, Pete gifted me three Camellias, precious blooms he had received from the Camellia Club here in Mobile. Pete was a one-of-a-kind soul—eccentric, generous, and unforgettable. Those flowers, with their soft petals and timeless beauty, felt like a piece of him, quietly thriving in the garden as a reminder of his spirit.

Camellias, after all, have been cherished for centuries, their graceful blossoms unfolding with elegance, resilience, and an undeniable connection to history. These flowers, much like Pete, have stood the test of time, enduring through seasons and generations, always flourishing in their quiet, steadfast way.

 

 

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

What a Week

 

Monday, February 17      Life’s beauty often lies in the simplicity of things—like this charming little tablescape. You can try to arrange every piece just right, keep everything in order, but sometimes, things just don’t fall into place. There are nights when I lie awake, my mind spinning as it tries to organize every fragment of my life, even though I know I can’t control it all. But trusting God in these little moments means believing He’s involved in every tiny detail, even the ones we think don’t matter. Luke 16:10 reminds us, "Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much." In those quiet moments, when the worries start to creep in, trusting God with the small things can bring peace—perhaps even a little rest. Like these plants that grow in their own way, sometimes life won’t follow your perfectly laid-out plan, and that’s okay. It’s in the imperfections that we learn to trust, and in that trust, we find peace.

Tuesday, February 18   It feels like one thing after another, doesn’t it? More doctor visits, more time away from work, and it’s only been two weeks since the fall. It’s frustrating when it feels like you’re constantly stepping away from your responsibilities, especially when you know your sick leave won’t last long at this pace. It’s hard to balance your health with the demands of your job, and the time away only adds to the stress. I have to remember to be kind to myself during this time—my health has to come first, even when it feels like everything else is piling up.

 

Wednesday, February 19     Barrett just can’t resist the allure of a baby grand whenever he comes across one. His natural talent on the keys never fails to leave me in awe. But what amazes me even more is his deep, unwavering love for music. Watching him pour his heart into each note, year after year, as he practices, has been nothing short of a joy. It's not just the music he creates, but the passion behind it, that makes every moment spent listening to him a gift.

Thursday, February 20    What a wild, fun day! We kicked it off with a dinner out at Ralph and Kacoos on the Causeway with the Back Roads Touring Club—28 members gathered for a night of great food and even better conversation. Afterward, Darrin and I headed downtown to the Polka Dots Mardi Gras Ball. It’s a tradition where the secret societies host an extravagant ball after riding in the parades, and let me tell you, the fanfare during the presentation of the Queen and members is something truly spectacular. The whole evening was filled with so much energy, joy, and a little bit of that Mardi Gras magic!

Friday, February 21    Signs of spring are starting to emerge everywhere—buds on trees, flowers pushing through the earth, and the days growing warmer and longer. It’s that time of year when we can’t help but long for summer, as if winter doesn’t really matter. I’m already picturing those sunny spring and summer days on the back deck with friends, good conversation, and laughter in the air. But in the midst of all this anticipation, I’m reminding myself to stay present and appreciate today—the moment I’m living in right now. Because it’s easy to get caught up in what’s coming, but today is just as important.

Saturday, February 22      The morning was spent at estate sales, where I found new treasures to add to my growing collection at home. As I sifted through the leftover belongings of those who had passed, I couldn’t help but think of the families’ grief, though I didn’t linger on it too long. Having recently cleaned out my grandparents’ home, I understood just how overwhelming that process can be. The weight of it still lingers in my heart. But the day shifted gears with a fun car show, followed by a relaxing lunch out with friends. It was a nice balance of moments of reflection mixed with the joy of good company.

Sunday, February 23    A simple, slow-paced day of nothing much—just how I needed it. Spent the time lounging in front of the TV, letting my mind wander, and working on a few puzzles. It was one of those rare moments where the only agenda was to relax and unwind, no pressure, no to-do list. Just pure, simple downtime.

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

What a Week!!!

 

Monday, February 3     Just another manic Monday, but with a twist—a short work week ahead! The day flew by, filled with productivity and everything I love about what I do. Wrapped up the work grind just in time to scoop Barrett up from school, and we were off—homeward bound. Packing was on the agenda, the kind where you’re shuffling and organizing for everyone to head out in their own direction.

As the evening began to whisper its arrival, I sneaked outside, feeling the last warmth of the day on my skin. My flower beds were calling, the earth begging to be stirred. With each rake of leaves, a secret was revealed. The ground was waking up! There, nestled in the soil, were the first hints of spring—tulips poking through the earth like little promises, and hyacinths already spilling their scent into the cool air. The quiet magic of it all was just the reminder I needed that the seasons are shifting, and with them, hope springs eternal.

Tuesday, February 4     A day of reconnection, indeed. From start to finish, my time at work was consumed by the task of untangling files within files—each one moved for some reason or another, each a small mystery waiting to be solved. It’s tedious, yes, but with my trusty camera phone in hand, I’m able to capture the file paths and reconnect them to their new homes. It feels a bit like piecing together a puzzle, one digital link at a time.

But it wasn’t all just work. As the hours passed, my thoughts wandered to a different kind of reconnection—the one waiting for us in Charlotte. The excitement builds with each moment closer to our trip. The bonds we’ll rekindle, the familiar faces and places that will make us feel like we’re right where we belong. It’s a mix of anticipation and nostalgia, a reminder that connections—whether in files or with loved ones—are what keep us grounded and full of hope.

Wednesday, February 5     Most people dread a dentist visit, but not when yours is a car guy. I actually look forward to my appointments just to hear about his latest project and to share mine. It’s like having a conversation about engines and horsepower while getting your teeth cleaned! That’s one visit I don’t mind.

After the dentist, we packed the car to the brim, getting ready to hit the road. We were ready for an adventure, so as soon as we left the house, we were set to head out of town. Our first stop was the Optimist Club meeting, where the speaker shared fascinating details about Russian submarines in the Gulf during World War II. It struck me how silent the whole situation was—why didn’t they blackout to protect the merchant ships? So many lives could’ve been spared, yet it felt like nothing was done to prevent the sinking of so many vessels. The United States, it seems, was caught off guard by a war on its own soil. It left me wondering—are we prepared now?

After the meeting, we drove north toward Concord, NC—the home of NASCAR and the iconic Charlotte Motor Speedway. The buzz of race cars and the spirit of speed filled the air as we made our way. By the time we reached Atlanta around 6 pm, we were ready to relax. We found our hotel, settled in, and had planned to stretch our legs with a walk, but with the game on, we decided to stay put. The excitement of the road had led to a quieter evening, but sometimes that’s the best kind of rest.

 

Thursday, February 6      We hit the road early, determined to get to Charlotte with plenty of time to spare. Since check-in wasn’t until 4 pm, we made a trip to Dairy Queen for lunch with Vicki and Art. It was a nice, low-key way to fuel up before the next adventure.

Our afternoon was all about cars. We toured the Hendrick Heritage Center, which houses Rick Hendrick’s private collection, along with the public collection at the Hendrick complex. Rick’s collection is absolutely breathtaking—a staggering 220 high-performance, rare, and classic cars, each one a testament to automotive history. The 58,000-sf museum felt like stepping into a time capsule of car culture, with replica venues capturing key moments from his life.

This year’s trade show had a fun twist—prizes for visiting every booth and collecting stamps. It turned the event into a bit of a scavenger hunt, making it more engaging and exciting. But beyond the thrill of the stamps, it gave us the chance to connect with the people manning each booth. Conversations flowed naturally as we stopped by, learning more about what they were offering while exchanging a few stories and insights along the way. It was a perfect balance of exploring, networking, and having a little fun in the process.

As the day wound down, we attended the evening program, starting with the Directors' Welcome Reception at the hotel. The menu was a carb lover’s dream—a pasta bar with all the fixings and a tempting array of desserts. But this wasn’t just about food. It was a moment for local Regions and Chapters to come together and make their annual donations to either the AACA or the AACA Library. A great way to wrap up a day filled with passion for cars and community.

 

Friday, February 7      The 2025 AACA Convention was officially underway, and the day kicked off with a series of seminars that kept us on our toes. I dove in with Terry Bond’s “Paper Automobilia,” followed by Dave Robertson’s “Road to Your First Nationals,” and wrapped it up before lunch with Walt Kostrzewa’s “The Wonderful World of Woodies.” Each session was packed with fascinating details, feeding my passion for cars and history.

After lunch, we headed into Charlotte to visit the NASCAR Hall of Fame Museum. We had a mission: find Curt’s brick and explore the city a bit. But to our surprise, our encounter with Jewell, the ticket taker, turned into something unexpected. After chatting with her for a bit, she handed us tickets and simulator passes for the day—an unplanned bonus! We had a blast on the simulator the first time around, though the second time, it felt like a demolition derby with all the other drivers crashing into us.

The evening continued with the Regions and Chapters Dinner, a chance to relax and enjoy great company. But the fun didn’t stop there. After the dinner, we stepped into the hallway and were transported to the Roaring ‘20s Speakeasy Casino Night. The atmosphere was electric—cards flying, people laughing, and the excitement palpable. After two hours of playing, I was still holding onto $10,000 to trade for raffle tickets. It was a night full of surprises, laughter, and a little bit of luck!


Saturday, February 8    It was a day packed with learning and honoring tradition. I spent most of the morning attending three back-to-back judging schools: the National Senior Masters Judges School, the Chief Judge School, and after a quick lunch, the Team Captain CJE. My mind was buzzing with all the new knowledge, but there was a brief escape during lunch when I stepped outside to check out the local car club member display. About 20 cars, all from the year 2000 and older, were on display—each one a snapshot of automotive history.

After the seminars, we had a short break before heading into the General Membership Meeting. It was a memorable moment when Vicki Bolton was installed as the Executive VP of AACA, with plans to take on the role of President in 2026. Her journey is an inspiring one, and we were lucky to witness it firsthand.

That evening, we attended the National Awards Banquet—a grand affair with at least 500 people gathered to receive their hard-earned awards. It was humbling to be in such company, and I was proud to be part of the evening. I had the honor of receiving the Master Editor Award for the monthly newsletter, The Exhaust Whistle, for the Great Southern Region in Birmingham, Alabama. But the night didn’t stop there—Darrin’s 1955 Chevy Bel Air two-door wagon was nominated and selected for a National Award as well! Walking across the stage to receive that recognition was such a special moment, knowing how much passion and effort had gone into it. It was a celebration of hard work, camaraderie, and the love we all share for cars.

 

Sunday, February 9    The long 9-hour drive home was a time for reflection, but it didn’t take long to dive straight back into the rhythm of everyday life. As soon as we got home, the familiar household chores took over—laundry, dinner, dishes, and everything in between. It’s always a reminder that life keeps moving, even after a week full of adventure and excitement.

But even with the return to routine, I couldn’t help but smile thinking about the amazing week we had. From the seminars and car shows to the awards and new connections made, it was a week to remember. A little chaos at home doesn’t take away from the joy of those moments; it just makes me appreciate the balance of life a little more. What a fantastic trip it was!

 

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

Giving Back to the Community is a Big Part of What I Do.


Monday, Jan 27    The final planning meeting for the Joy of Life Ball on February 8 was a whirlwind of last-minute details. As the clock ticks down, the team covered everything from final touches to ensuring everything falls into place for a flawless event. This incredible group, alongside a few dedicated individuals who came before them, has worked tirelessly over the last ten and a half years to raise an astounding $1.2 million for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. Their commitment and passion are what make this event so special—transforming hard work into life-changing impact. The anticipation is building, and it’s clear this year will be no exception to the magic they’ve been creating year after year.

Tuesday, Jan 28.   
The Mustang Club gathered at Lost Pizza for a meeting, where most of us rolled in with our modern cars, though a few brave souls brought out their classic rides. I’ll admit, it still gets dark too early for me to take my old car out—my eyes just don’t handle the night driving like they used to. It was a bittersweet moment, though, as we reflected on the club’s 29 years of hosting the car show. Unfortunately, with fewer than eight members left, it just wasn’t practical to continue. When the vote came to cancel the event, I couldn’t help but feel relieved—it was the right decision, even though it marks the end of an era. We’ve had some great years, but it’s time to let go and focus on what’s best for the club now.


Wednesday, Jan 29 I absolutely love being part of the Optimist Club every Wednesday. It’s such a rewarding group to be a part of. Each meeting, we’re treated to a speaker, and sometimes we even get the privilege of welcoming our Student of the Month, giving us the chance to celebrate their hard work firsthand. Once a month, we host the Mobile Police Officer of the Month Luncheon, which is always a great opportunity to recognize and honor those who serve our community. What truly stands out to me, though, is how every single member goes above and beyond to make our youth feel valued and important. It’s that sense of dedication and care that makes this club such a special place.


Thursday, Jan 30    This morning, the fog rolled in overnight, creating a blanket of clouds on the ground. The shift in air and ground temps brought a quiet stillness, but it also made me reflect on how the fog can be a metaphor for life. Sometimes, our future feels unclear—like we know something’s ahead of us, but we just can’t see it yet. It’s a reminder that, even though we can’t always make out the path, God is guiding every one of our steps. Trusting Him in those moments when things feel uncertain isn’t always easy, but it’s in those moments that faith can be the most grounding. Just like the fog, we might not see everything clearly right now, but we can trust that the way will unfold in time.


Friday, Jan 31    The day felt like it was dragging with the weight of school and work, all while the excitement for the Senior Bowl Parade built up in the background. It was a Mardi Gras-style parade, which brought an extra layer of fun and energy to the whole event. One of the best twists this year was the lack of barriers along the sidewalk—it made the experience feel more personal, allowing us to actually interact with the football players as they strolled down Royal Street. Darrin and I took advantage of the downtime earlier in the day and walked around, snapping photos with all the College School mascots. It was a lighthearted way to kick off the festivities, and it definitely added to the fun vibe of the evening!

Saturday, Feb 1    Saturdays are usually for sleeping in, but not for Barrett! He’s been attending the Home Depot kids’ workshop for a few years now, and it’s become something he looks forward to every time. It’s been a special routine for just GiGi and Barrett lately, and I absolutely love that time we get to spend together. After the workshop, we headed home to tackle a little cleaning and sorting through some old photos from my grandfather. As we went through the boxes, I found some incredible treasures—like a few adding machines, a real-to-real, and an old record player that my dad had passed down to my husband. The memories tied to those items were so special, and it was like stepping back in time to relive some of those moments. It’s amazing how a little bit of sorting can lead to such a flood of memories!


Sunday, Feb 2     We kicked off the day with a fun Hot Rod Breakfast, and then headed over to Ronnie’s garage for a tour. It was amazing to see what he’s been working on! He had several Austin Minors that he’d either restored or modified—each one with its own unique touch. The working garage was a sight, but the real gems were the garages where he stores his prized rides. After all that excitement, it was time to shift gears and get the flower beds ready for spring. I was pleasantly surprised by how many flowers had survived the snow and deep freeze from last week—nature can be pretty resilient! The weather was warm, so I thought it’d be the perfect evening to invite friends over for dinner and maybe even eat out on the back deck. Of course, the temperature dropped faster than expected, so we had to enjoy our dinner indoors instead. Still, it was a great way to wrap up a fun day!






Tuesday, January 28, 2025

When the Northern Weather Meets the Gulf of Mexico...

Monday, Jan 20    Ah, the calm before the storm! Mobile, Alabama—sitting right on the edge of the Gulf—preparing for a rare, southern snowstorm. It’s a spectacle in itself, isn’t it? Snowflakes in the air, when you’re usually dodging hurricanes or basking in the sun. People are scrambling, gearing up for that 1-3 inches they’re predicting, but we all know how that goes. When snow’s in the forecast, it’s like the world suddenly shifts into “survival mode.”

The grocery store aisles? Completely barren, save for the lonely cans of beans and some random box of instant mashed potatoes. Bread? Gone. Like it’s the end of the world.

And let’s not forget the power outages. When the snow starts to pile up, you can bet the lights will flicker out as soon as that first flake hits. People up north might laugh, but for us? A little snow brings a whole different kind of chaos.

And then there’s the work-from-home hustle. I’m grabbing my computer, lugging it home, and setting up shop, just in case this snowstorm decides to make itself at home for a few days. I know, I know—it's Alabama, so the whole idea of working from home because of snow feels a little strange.

Of course, I’ll probably spend half the day watching snowflakes drift down while trying to stay focused on the task at hand. But there’s something cozy about the whole thing—my computer, a snow day, and a bit of Southern chaos to make it all feel just a little special. Just don’t let the snow melt too soon, alright?  “I’ll be over here in my blanket fort, pretending to work!”

Tuesday, Jan 21  Historic snowfall—eight inches in twelve hours! In Mobile, no less. It’s like the weather gods decided to throw us a curveball and gave us a snow day to remember. Barrett? He was in his element, turning the front yard into his own winter wonderland. PaPa didn’t stand a chance. Before long, he was out there with the sled, getting roped into snowball fights, and building a snowman that was almost as tall as Barrett himself.

As for me? I was right in the middle of it all—snowflakes in my hair, laughing too hard at Barrett’s enthusiasm. There we were, in the thick of a snowball fight, making snow angels like we were kids again, and then of course, the snow cream. Oh, the snow cream. Nothing says "Southern snow day" quite like it. Then, just to make sure we didn’t forget what we were doing in the first place, we took the golf cart out for a ride—faces freezing, but you couldn’t wipe the smiles off our faces.

Inside, it was all about filling the house with warmth and comfort—cooking up a storm and canning like we were preparing for winter’s grand finale. The air smelled like cozy, hearty food, and the whole day felt like one big celebration of a Southern winter gone wild. What an amazing day, one of those memories that’ll keep us smiling long after the snow’s melted away.

Wednesday, Jan 22 After the storm, the world was transformed. The snow, still thick and heavy, gleamed under the crisp sunshine, as if the whole sky had been wiped clean. It was overwhelming in the best possible way, like nature had just pressed the reset button, and everything was quiet, still, and impossibly beautiful. The air had that perfect chill, the kind that makes you feel alive with every breath.

Barrett and I couldn’t resist. We built even bigger snowmen, stacking snow higher, shaping it with a little more care, as if the snow had given us a second chance to get it right. And then came the walks—long, leisurely strolls through the snow-covered streets, the kind that make you feel like time slows down. Every step was a crunch, the snow sparkling under the clear blue sky.

We even took a trip out on the roads to our friends house to get Eleanor, our 1930 Model A, out of the garage for a snow day adventure. Her old-fashioned charm against the backdrop of pristine snow and the sun’s glow made for a scene out of a dream. We couldn’t resist capturing the moment, snapping photos of her in the snow, the old car standing proudly like a relic of a time gone by, and the world around her frozen in winter’s embrace.

It was one of those days where the beauty of it all just hits you in the chest. You can’t help but feel grateful for the moment, for the snow, the sun, and the memories that were already taking shape, even as the snow began to melt away.


Thursday, Jan 23 The snowman keep changing, doesn't it? As the snow melts, or as you add a new carrot nose or reshape the arms, it’s a reminder that nothing stays static. Life, like those snowmen, is ever-evolving—sometimes unpredictable, but always shaped by the moments that come before.

Our memories, too, are a bit like that snowman. They’re constantly shifting and changing, colored by the lens of where we are now, by new experiences and fresh perspectives. What once seemed certain might feel different in the light of time. And yet, just like the joy in building that snowman, there's beauty in the process. The way life morphs and shifts, how we continually add layers to our own story, is what makes it so fascinating.

It’s a beautiful thought to reflect on—how everything, from snowmen to memories, transforms with time. It makes the moment feel even more precious, knowing it will continue to change, but it will always be part of who we are.

Friday, Jan 24   Baking banana bread. The smell filled the house, wrapping around us like a warm blanket on a cold day. It’s one of those little comforts that seems to slow time down. It was more than just baking—it was about filling the house with warmth, both from the oven and from the heart.

The heat from the oven made the whole place feel like a cozy refuge from the snow outside. There’s something magical about the way the house transforms when you’re cooking - it goes from just being a place to live to being a home, a space that holds memories and moments.

Spoiling the family? That’s the fun part. There’s nothing like seeing everyone’s faces light up when they walk into the kitchen and the sweet, buttery aroma hits them. Barrett and PaPa laughing over something that only they could understand, while I slice the warm banana bread into thick, generous pieces. It’s the kind of moment that makes everything feel right in the world.

I’m not just spoiling them with food, though. There’s a deeper, quieter kind of spoiling happening here, sheltering them in a warmth that extends beyond the bread and the heat from the oven. It’s in the laughter shared, in the stories we tell, in the little moments that add up to something so much bigger than any one day.

The snow may be melting outside, but inside, we’ve created our own little winter paradise, one slice of banana bread at a time.


Saturday, Jan 25.   Cruising out in the '55—sunshine streaming after the winter storm, the engine purring as we roll down the road to our club outing. It’s more than just a drive; it’s an experience. The kind of day where the journey feels as exciting as the destination, and the road ahead feels full of promise. In the two years of our newly formed club , Back Roads Touring Club, we have found it’s so much more than a gathering of car enthusiasts—it’s a celebration of passion, creativity, and connection.

The cars, of course, are the star of the show. Hot rods with their roar and attitude, vintage beauties that whisper of another time, original classics gleaming like they’ve never aged a day, and modern marvels that turn heads in their own right. But it’s not just about the car, it’s about the people. A mosaic of personalities, each bringing something unique to the table. From seasoned mechanics to newcomers, from old-school aficionados to those with a taste for the future, we all share something in common: the thrill of the ride.

We talk about more than just repairs and upgrades—though we certainly have our fair share of car talk. It's about art, craftsmanship, and the joy of creating something that’s as much about the journey as it is about the destination. Every car is a canvas, every upgrade an opportunity to add a little bit of ourselves to the machine.

But it’s the community that makes it special. The way we encourage each other, share tips and tricks, and celebrate every success, big or small. We cheer each other on in repairs, laugh over mistakes, and revel in the beauty of our shared obsession. In the end, it’s not just about the cars, it’s about the connections we build, the fun we have, and the way it all comes together to create something far greater than the sum of its parts. The open road ahead is full of possibilities, and we’re driving it together.

Sunday, Jan 26   I love old things. There's something about them—how they carry a history, a story that’s been passed down and layered over time. The way old things feel warm, comforting, and full of meaning. I’m always drawn to blending the past and the present, mixing new with old to create little pockets of interest throughout my home.

In my kitchen, for example, there’s a mix of treasures that seem like they were meant to be together. Items from my grandparents' home sit side by side with quirky finds from garage sales, each piece telling its own tale. And then there’s the centerpiece - a photo taken by my grandfather, framed and nestled among them, a quiet nod to the legacy he left behind. The photo of the pancakes on the griddle at the Boy Ranch kitchen, capturing a moment of his life as a photographer, feels at home here in my kitchen, where food and family have always been at the heart of things.

Each item has its own memory, and when they’re together, they somehow create something new, something that tells the story of where I’ve been, who I’ve loved, and what I hold dear. The blend of the old and new isn’t just about style; it’s about creating a space that feels alive with the past and full of possibilities for the future.