Thursday, July 21, 2011
It's been too long since I have let my thoughts out. Another new years resolution down the drain. Writing is my outlet, and I definitely don't do enough of it. When I do get on the computer, I spend most of my hours looking on other blogs. I love learning about the lives of people I dont even know. I guess that's the psychology part of me. It's 11 o'clock and I am sitting inside a beautiful lodge in a Georgia state park. There are lots of things that I could be doing...scenery to be seen, air to breathe in, fish to be caught, but all I want to do is write. This doesn't happen that often for me. Today is different though. I feel like the luckiest person I know and that inspires me. Don't get me wrong, I have always felt lucky. God has blessed me more than I deserve, and I have always known that, but the last 4 months have been a different feeling of "I'm the luckiest girl in the entire world". I feel so cliche to write about a man now but that's not gonna stop me from doing it. I get butterflies with this one. Yep, a feeling that I haven't felt since I was around 16. I have been counting my lucky stars and just want to take a moment to give a big "thank you" to all the girls who came before me and told him he was "too nice". Too nice, you say? Well, I'll take that any day, and thank you Lord for keeping this one for me. Just when I thought all the good ones were gone, You surprise me with the best one yet. Being with him is like living every night like it's Christmas Eve, I can hardly stand to sleep late, I want to unwrap my day and see, hear, touch, and smell him and boy does he smell good!
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
As I was blogging tonight, I came upon this wonderful blog http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/, and Kelly was encouraging other blogger's to write about their families. As I read about the families that had already been posted, I could barely contain myself. I wanted to hurry up and brag about my family. The kid instinct in me says, "My family's better than yours!"
My blog name, It's Still Allgood, originates from my family's name. Still is my last name, and I have carried it with pride for 28 years. Allgood is the name my mom grew up with and it's the name all my uncles families' still carry on. I like the way it sounds when you put the two together, and it couldn't be a better description of my life. After all the good and bad times, "It's Still Allgood". I come from a more traditional family from the South. My dad was a farmer when I was born, and still to this day grows all his own vegetables. My mom is a great Southern cook and during the summers I can find her canning peas, green beans, tomatoes and freezing corn and squash. Summer's are busy, but there is some good eatin at the Still house come winter. I temporarily moved back home last March, and they have been the best room mates. Most people couldn't say that about their parents. My dad seems like a quiet man to most, but he's not to me. He's a perfect balance between tenderness and toughness. He has one thing that gets him to talkin' and that's his tractors. He buys tractors that look like they have been parked in a lake for years and restores them to look like the one below. I wish I had a before and after picture. He knows an engine inside and out and that's just smart. My dad has no idea how much I looked up to him growing up. Even at a very young age, I remember thinking, "he works too hard" and I still think that. I have learned to close my mouth and just accept that it just runs in his blood.
My mom is the most unselfish person I know. Coming from a family of 9, I guess you learn to think about others and that is definitely what she is always doing. She spoils me rotten with her love. She is so supportive of me. I couldn't say enough about my mom.
My brother is 4 years older than me. He was the perfect kid. He made me look like a terror growing up next to him. I used to slam doors and talk back all the time and he would pull me aside and lecture me. His therapy sessions probably saved me from a spankin' once or twice, but I've always been pretty stubborn. He recently became a cop and I couldn't be more proud of him. Plus, I really need someone in law enforcement just in case I get caught texting while driving.
Mark married a beautiful woman, Erin, that fits him perfectly. I couldn't ask for a better sister-in-law. She has currently gone back to school for nursing. Mark and Erin are great parents to the most beautiful little girls, Macee (age 4) and Haylee (age 2).
Macee and Haylee are my nieces who are growing up way too fast. Macee is turning 5 in April. She is in preschool and loves learning. I love that she loves school at such a young age. She is very athletic and loves sports. She is playing soccer and t-ball. Haylee is sneaky and funny. She is such a little cuddler and loves giving hugs. She says "Hug Bega" everytime she leaves and it melts my heart. I love these girls so much!
Posted by Rebecca at 8:00 PM
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
I met Ginger in Mrs. Robinson's class when we were 9. We were inseparable from 3rd grade all the way to college where we roomed together. We lived together all 4 years of our undergrad and only got into one fight that I can remember. From playing with dolls to going on dates, she has been around for the long haul. Ginger is a great christian woman who I admire tremendously. She is a faithful friend. She is a planner and amazing at grammar. I still send any important documents to her for correction. She will probably email me for my incorrect commas on this blog (and I hope she does). She will be the Matron of Honor in my wedding one day and will forever be my best friend.
Ginger looked absolutely stunning on her wedding day. She married her high school sweetheart and I am not exaggerating when I say that she married an almost perfect man. I couldnt be more happy for the way Ginger's life has turned out but I really can't wait when she is 30, and I can be Aunt Becca to her child (she plans to have children at 30 and not a minute before).
Ginger's family was my second home growing up. Her parents were my "second parents". It was tradition to go to Red Lobster with them every Friday. I pretty much lived at their house on the weekends. Her dad, Jax Smith, passed away of cancer two November's ago and Heaven got a great man that day. He is missed by many here on this Earth. Below is a picture of Jax with his grandson Marshall
This was the Christmas card that my family received after Jax passed away in November. Jax had gained weight from all the chemotherapy. When I saw him last, he asked me how I thought he looked, and I told him that he had more hair than most men my own age. He was happy to hear that. I am so glad that Jax is no longer suffering and in a place where pain doesnt exist. He was so proud of his family.
Look at them...I would be too.
The Smith family will always have a special place in my heart!
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