"I say leave me alone, I'm singing all night long, it's a family tradition..."--Hank Williams, Jr.
It's a rare Litton Family get together that a little Hank Williams, Jr. isn't played. And Rocky Top. Darn Tennessee football fans. Ugh, don't even get me started...GO DAWGS!
"It was all that I could do to keep from cryin'..."--David Allan Coe
Yeah, we wear out "You Never Even Call Me By My Name." Because we are rednecks. Classy rednecks for sure, but red just the same. (This posts's title is from this song--for those of you wondering. My "Maw" has never been drunk, nor in prison.)
Look 'em up on iTunes, y'all...Hank and Mr. Coe are the poet laureates of the South. Yep.
The thing I love about marrying into an enormous family is that we have the best time when we all get together. Scott has a fabulous family...I adore all his aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmothers and especially the Outlaw Inlaws, which is what We Who Married Into This Family are known as. We are a fun bunch, if I do say so myself. And I just did!
Every Independence Day weekend Scott's cousin, Stephanie (they are just 2 months apart in age--she is younger---you can thank me for that later, Steph!) and her husband, Pat, have a big cookout for their families and friends. We eat a lot, drink a lot, swim a lot, gossip a lot, laugh a lot, and talk a bunch of bull. We look forward to this every year--it's like Christmas in summertime. But without that sickening, full feeling after the big meal. Or a nap. Or football. Or the gifts.
I took about 50 pictures at the Potter Pool Party, but I'll spare y'all that drama and share just a few. See how I take care of my wonderful readers? Why yes, you are welcome.
Here's me holding our newly-turned 1 year old cousin, Logan Ashley Lloyd (who just flew into town with Kim, her mommy)! Oh, who am I kidding? Of course this is not me. This is Scott's cousin, Courtney. Knew I couldn't fool y'all! 'Cause my boobs are bigger than Court's. Ahem. (No one in the Litton family better mutter, "That ain't all that's bigger." Not one of you!)
Dear, sweet, handsome, camera-shy Cameron. We could barely get him to pose, let alone smile for the lens. He didn't try to make it into any pictures all day. Boy, am I glad I was able to capture this one. Yeeeeaaaaaah. Cameron, bless his heart, is the lone male great grandchild. Can you tell he's devastated by this?
Here's my sweet Caroline, with her cousins, Logan, and Molly, who just turned 3. Living in the lap of floating luxury suits them, no?
Scott and his cousin, Matthew, who is always a hit with the kids. His nephew and nieces adore him, and the other cousins literally beg Matt to play with them anytime he's around. (Libbey did more than beg this afternoon--she pleaded. Love her heart.) Matthew is a big kid himself. And he's cute. And single. That's all I'm gonna say about that.
Here's Pat, our host for the day. (Or "Patrick," as he forced me to call him in Lulaville. Patrick, does that make you sound more dignified, do you think? Who knew that's all it took?) Everyone needs a Patrick in their family. In fact, I love him so much I've decided to do an entire Pat-centric post in the very near future. Because y'all haven't lived 'til you've learned more about cousin Pat. It's all good. But he won't be wearing UT shirts in that post--this is the one and only time the Volunteers get any reference of any kind in Lulaville. (Except, of course, if we beat them this fall--and then I'll go berserk with Bulldog love. And I say if because we here in SEC country know the Dawgs' track record against UT. Let's not discuss it anymore, please.)
Let's get a conversation going, y'all. Share your weekend fun with the rest of us. Big family get-together, such as ours? Romantic weekend for two? (Mrs. R, you still win!) Trip to the beach? Fireworks in a grand locale? Party for over 50 people? (Cough-cough...Heather...cough-cough.) How did y'all celebrate your freedom this weekend? Thanks for sharing ours with me and my fabulous family.
These were taken July 3rd...I couldn't resist:
I'm quite certain this is what pure joy looks like.