Little of this, Little of that...

First and foremost, my friend, Alyson, has been on my heart the last several days and I'd like to ask you to say a prayer for her, her husband, and her unborn twin boys.  After losing her first son, Jonathan, at 23 weeks a couple years ago due to an incompetent cervix, she's gone through multiple treatments, chemical pregnancies, and heartaches before God blessed her and Justin with twin boys.  They are currently at 28 weeks and the cerclage she had put in to make sure her incompetent cervix didn't cause any problems in future pregnancies either ended up failing or breaking or something along those lines.  It's pretty much unheard of for one to fail, but she's in the hospital on complete bed rest, hoping and praying that the boys will stay in utero as long as possible so they can continue to grow.  They are hoping that her water won't break for a while longer and I'm asking God for a miracle for this family. It's hard because I love them and don't want them to suffer this heartache. You can check out her blog for more info here. 

On a lighter note, DW has recently gotten into watching cop shows because we can't find anything better to do, I guess.  He's got me interested in Bait Car because it's absolutely ridiculous to me that people can be that dumb.  Currently, he's watching Campus PD and laughing at dumb college students.  I think there is something wrong with me...I always feel sorry for the people that get busted or get in trouble with the cops.  Don't get me wrong, they SHOULD get in trouble. DW thinks its hilarious - and disturbing - that I feel bad for the criminals.  I just always think they must have deep issues if they feel the need to hijack a car or stick drugs in their butt crack. HA!

This weekend I'm going to Memphis to see Bartee, my BFF.  DW is staying here so he can go watch AU football's opening weekend and I'm stoked for some quality time.  It's been too long. 

I just realized that I forgot one story about DW that happened this weekend in Greenville that I meant to tell.  I called him "Big Head" in front of Brandon's wife, Jill, and she looked at him and said, "Why do you call him that? He doesn't seem like he's got a big head or anything to me."  DW and I both laughed because even though he's not a tall guy by any means, he's got an enormous noggin.  Even six-foot-four Brandon said this weekend said, "I've got a big head...there's no way you have a bigger head than me" and then DW tried on his hat and it looked like a kids hat perched on his head.  We all got to laughing because he told the story about how in pee wee football all the kids wore a white helmet and Dusty had to have a high school helmet, which was red.  He said he felt really cool back in the day...after all, he was rocking a high school helmet in pee wee.  In fact, when DW and I were dating, I went home to one of his high school football games and someone walked up to him and yelled, "Headie!!!"  I was like, "What did he call you?"  DW told me this story about how he was in high school, one of the guys in the locker room put his helmet on and was like, "Maaaannnn! You have got a big head.  You're like Headie.  Headie Murphy."  The name stuck and every now and then, we bust out the Headie Murphy story for a good laugh.

Yea, soooooo...