Last hint for the movie quote

It's another line from the movie.

"The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear."

I hope this helps.

Movie Quote hint

The movie isn't half baked, even though after rereading it I can see why someone might think that.  The movie is very fitting for this time of year.  I'm sure if you've been watching USA lately you've seen this movie.

Since someone else isn't doing it

Since we haven't had a Sunday's Saying in IDK, forever?  I'm taking it upon myself to post a name that movie line.  Sorry I don't have a prize to give away, but you guys will just have to play for pride, even though you can't cash pride at the bank.  So everyone think long and hard and see if you can guess what movie this line is from.

"At least you have a daddy, I was just rolled up one day and left out here in the cold."

Comment me with your guesses and I'll post the answer/winner. 

Weekend wrap up from Griswoldville

Exciting things happening around the Smith clan this weekend.  It was my direct and extended families Christmas parties.  Let me just say that my extended family is kind of large and gets bigger every year.  Kids just keep appearing every year at family outings and I personally don’t know where they came from.  I end up playing a game of match the baby to the parent. With so many kids, they’ve tried to find ways to entertain everyone and spend time together as a family.  Well this started out as something to get the kids out of the house while everyone got to my Granny’s house and got everything set up and ready.  It has now turned into a yearly event that everyone waits to start until everyone has arrived.  Normally they have a county wide scavenger hunt with the kids broken up into 3 groups and they have to drive all around completing task and finding items on their check list while being video recorded.  This year though someone was apparently inspired by the hit TV show "Minute to win it".  They still broke the kids up into 3 teams, but instead of driving all over creation, they had to complete a task in a minute or less.  My bride and I don’t normally compete in the scavenger hunt so we didn’t compete in this years event either.  One, it was cold outside, and two, we’re both just too school for cool, (thanks Pink).  I’m pretty upset that I was a slacker and broke the number one rule of blogging and didn’t take a camera or any pictures this entire weekend.  There would have been some classic shots of the competition.  One thing I’m the most upset about not getting a picture of is the ridiculous amounts of food that we have every year.  Mainly all sweets, cookies, brownies, cakes, pies, dips, sausage balls, and every other goodie you can think of.  The spread gets setup in the morning and we all just graze on it all day.  If you leave there hungry it’s your own fault. 
On our way home from the Christmas Extravaganza my bride and I saw some white on black dog relations.  The white dog always trying to keep the black dog down, the white dog trying to screw over the black dog, I’m talking about some roadside dog loving if you weren’t picking up what I was laying down.  Again, another time that I wish I had a camera handy.  Since most of you guys don’t know my family, they live out in the COUNTRY, it’s almost a 45 minute drive to the nearest Wal-Mart, an hour if you want to hit up a Target.  So I’m sure seeing a dog giving another dog the business is quite the norm to those folks, but not something my bride and I see everyday. 
Sunday Morning we went to my parents church.  My Bride and I showing up almost doubled the weekly attendance.  You’ll be hard pressed to find another small country church smaller and more countrier than this one.  It’s so country there’s a dog there at the front steps to greet you.  Now they just need to train the dog to hand you a bulletin when you walk in.
After Church we went back to my parents house to enjoy our Christmas lunch and exchange gifts.  We open gifts one present at a time starting at the youngest and going to the oldest so that everyone gets to see what everyone else got.  It can take some time to open gifts this way, but it’s nice to see everyone’s reactions to the gifts they got.
We used to open our families gifts on Christmas Eve, we’d light all the candles in the house and my dad would read the Christmas story from the Bible as we sat in the glow of candles and the light from what has to be one of the world’s ugliest Christmas trees.  How we started doing this, I have no idea, but now that we’ve grown up, moved out and away, it’s something we don’t do anymore.  I guess part of the reason is we open gifts during the day now so no need in candle light, and my nephew’s are little too impatient to sit through a reading of the word with gifts sitting in front of them.
After all the gifts had been exchanged and all the food eaten my bride and I headed home.  We made a few stops to look at Christmas lights in the falling flurries, there are some pretty big displays in Columbus this year, and one is raising money for Make a Wish, so we stopped by and made a donation.  All in all, it was a good weekend.

Guilty Pleasure

So, I have a new guilty pleasure.  The Sing off.  Have you guys been watching this show?  I LOVE good music and I love R&B.  I used to sing my heart out to Boyz II Men, Jodeci, Keith Sweat, Soul for Real, Tevin Campbell, Immature, Shai, Hi-Five, New Edition, and Uncle Sam.  I remember driving around singing my lungs out to these songs.  Me and My Boy, like how I went old school R&B there, used to break the songs up into parts, especially KC and Jo-Jo, and sing them like we were paid.  Watching the Sing Off on NBC has brought a lot of these memories flooding back, and reminded me why I used to be Boyz II Men’s #1 fan.  Golly I love good music.  Did any of you guys rock the beats back in the 90’s?  What are some of your favorite groups, songs?  Please leave me comments with your answers, some times I feel that Ms Jenkins is the only one reading my blog!  While I’m at it, Thank you Ms. Jenkins for being  such a loyal reader!

And yes I know this is four blogs in four days!  Just call me butter, cause I'm on a roll baby!

What I've learned

Don’t know if any of you guys are sports fans, or used to watch SportsCenter back when it was actually watchable, but if any of you did then you’ll probably remember a guy named Dan Patrick.  Well a few years ago Dan left “the Mother Ship” and went out on his own.  He now has his own radio show called “The Dan Patrick Show”, creative name right?  A friend of mine got me started listening to Mr. Dan Patrick’s show and so now I’m able to kill 3 hours a day with some enjoyable sports talk radio.  One of the last segments of each day is a segment called “What we’ve learned”.  In this segment each Danette has to say one thing that they’ve learned from the day’s show.  What they learned each day is usually something comical, but maybe we should all start taking note of the things we learned from day to day.
What have I learned today?  I learned a good friend of mine and his wife cut their Christmas budget in half and have used the excess to adopt a family in need.  I’ve heard some of the gifts this family is getting and I’m jealous and I know they’re going to have an awesome Christmas this year.

Stop! Its potty time!

Can you guys believe it?  Two blogs in as many days!?  It’s a miracle! 
It’s my job when I’m at home to take our little dachshund out to go to the bathroom.  This can sometimes be a pretty boring task.  To make this event more enjoyable I will spend time on my iPhone and Facebook, or sometimes I’ll sing to Mags.  All the songs I sing to her are reworded of course, so that they fit the task at hand.  Below are some of our favorite songs when it’s potty time.
Barbie Girl: “Come on Barbie let’s go party”.  Mag’s likes: “Come on Maggie, let’s go potty”
California Love: “California, knows how to party” Mag’s likes: “Maggie Doddle, has to go potty”
Smoking in the boys room: “Smokin’ in the boys room” Mag’s likes: “Peeing in the front yard”
Hammer Time: “Stop, it’s hammer time” Mag’s likes: “Stop, It’s potty time!”
And of course there are countless others that I can’t seem to remember right now because I decided to write a blog about it.  Go figure.

Feeling Regret

I’m going to be honest, I don’t have too many regrets in my life.  I’m very happy with most of the choices I’ve made in my short life.  But right now I have one big regret laying heavy on my heart.  This past Friday night my church had a fund raiser/outreach type event where you could be homeless for a night.  Money was being raised for the Fuller Center, a charity for housing started by Millard Fuller, you guys might know him best as the founder of Habitat for Humanity.  When I first heard of this event, I was very excited, it was something I really wanted to take part in.  But as they say, life happens and I thought I was going to be sent to Canada for work during this event so I pretty much gave up all hope of taking part.  Then last Monday I find out that my trip has been pushed back one week so I’d be able to participate, yay!  Well, there was a monetary donation needed to join in on Homeless for a Night, it was a fundraiser by the way, and on such short notice I couldn’t come up with the money needed.  Why do I regret this so much?  I could have tried harder.  I could have posted on Facebook that I needed donations to make me homeless for a night, I could have written a blog, before this post, and maybe my handful of followers would have pitched in, or maybe God would have put someone on my blog just to read it and donate even more than the needed amount for me to sleep in a cardboard box outside in the cold.  Would of, could of, should of, didn’t happen and now it’s eating at me.  My church is a church focused on the community, they plan to do much more with the Fuller Center, and I know I’ll have other chances to give back but I really want to give this time.  I believe this is only the second outreach event my Bride and I have missed since becoming a part of Refuge Point Church, but this one really hurt.  I’m embarrassed to say that I didn’t even go out to listen to the concert put on by our praise band and show support for those poor souls out there freezing.  This has been weighting on my heart since Friday night.  If anyone knows me they know that I don’t show much emotion and I don’t really let anyone know when something is bothering me so it’s been difficult to put this down in digital ink and post it to my blog.  Hopefully I can forgive myself, because I know I’ve already been forgiven. Let me end this pitty party because there is nothing I can do about it now.  If you guys want to be blessed by a worship service and see what a small church can do for a hurting community come visit us at Refuge Point Church, you won’t be disappointed.

It's just a number, right?

Every so often a number will flash into my mind, a number that I have a very  hard time believing.  My age.  For a good minute I honestly had no idea how old I really was.  I almost had to count it out on my fingers to know my true age, and when all the counting was done I was in complete shock.  Not for one second do I believe that I’m 31 years old.  If you ask me I’m a 22 year old that’s taking a little longer than average to finish college.  I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I’m already in my 30’s.  I still feel young, I don’t know how being 30 is supposed to feel, but I’m sure it’s older than I feel.  Other than my growing spots of missing hair I still look like a young man.  It’s funny, you hear people say, “I remember when 30 was old”.  I think I’m at that point.  I know that 30 got on me much quicker than I ever imagined.  I don’t know, maybe I just thought at the age of 30 I’d be a much different person.  I thought I’d be waking up early every morning just because the sun was coming up and that’s what I was supposed to do.  I thought a good fart joke wouldn't make me laugh as much as it did when I was in my 20's.  I was watching a Professional sporting event not too long ago and they showed the ages of the players, and I noticed that I was older than everyone playing.  At that moment I knew all my hopes and dreams of being a professional athlete were crushed.  Oh well, as long as I still feel like I’m a 22 year old college slacker, that’s what I’m going to let myself continue to believe.  *sad face*