Disney Bound

We are heading to Orlando tomorrow. The girls are so excited they can barely stand it. We do this trip every year with my family. In fact our first trip Sydney was only 2 months old. What was I thinking? I do not recommend that at all. This was our trip to Disneyland last year in California. We went home to celebrate my grandma's 90th birthday.

The whole Darin clan rents a condo which makes it so affordable and convenient. It's $80 a night and when you split that between the families it costs me only $200 for the whole week we are there. Now that's a bargain. The condo has 4 bedrooms, 3 baths and it's own screened in pool. It's in a gated community and right down the street from Chick-fil-a. Could it get any better than that?

There is a also a Publix (my favorite grocery store ever) down the road where we go shopping and then we eat breakfast in the condo, pack sandwiches for the lunch and then eat dinner in the park. That way you aren't spending an arm and a leg for food.

We are flying there on good ole' Southwest and then driving home with my parents. The girls are so excited to fly. It's been awhile since they've been on a plane. I'm just thankful it's a short 90 minute flight. I've been coaching Sydney for the last month or so on how important it is that she stay in her seat. She's my wiggle worm and wants to roam the plane at all times. So this morning when she woke up I told her there was only 1 more sleep til we fly to Florida. She said, "Mommy when the pilot says to stay in your seat you have to stay in your seat". Ah, she got it. Now let's see if she will follow through.

I better get to packing. I'll be bringing my laptop, camera and Flip so that I can capture it all. Hopefully I will get a chance to blog when I have some down time.

Have a safe and wonderful Memorial Day Weekend. I found this video on YouTube and had to post it. The words are pretty in your face, but it made me realize how often I complain about things in life when I have no business complaining compared to what our men and women are going through right now. I am so grateful to every man and woman who has served our country. For the wives, husbands, children and parents that they leave behind, Thank you. For those that made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. We can never repay you. Thank you seems to be not enough. (Grab a Kleenex).

Tuesday's Tip-Play-Doh

I came up with a cleaner way for the girls to play with Play-Doh. I thought it would make a great Tuesday's Tip.

I went to the Dollar Tree, love that store because everything truly is only $1, and got two round cookie sheets for $1 a piece. Then I picked up a package of gripper pads, you get 4 to a pack. I took a glue stick and put 2 of the circles on the back of each cookie sheet. This keeps it from sliding around on the table when the girls are working with their Play-Doh.

They keep the mess on their cookie sheet. They no longer get it all over the table and the floor. Plus they each have their own so there is no fighting, well almost no fighting. The best part of all, it cost me $3 to make.

A Chop for the Cause

I have been letting my hair grow long for the last year or so. I normally don't wear my hair this long, but I chose to do so for a great cause. Thankfully I had reached the 8 inches that I needed to have it cut. We're headed to Orlando next weekend and I didn't think I'd be able to handle the heat with such long hair.

My stylist Tricia had to use to rubber bands to get a more even cut across the back. They say it takes a minimum of 6 ponytails for one wig. I am donating my hair through Pantene Pro-V Beautiful Length's program. I did this about 4 years ago sometime after I had Brooklyn. My hair grew so long during pregnancy that I thought it was a good time to grow it. If you have long hair or you want to grow yours out for the cause, I encourage you to visit their site and learn more about it. It's really simple to do.

This time I wanted to honor my aunt who is battling breast cancer. I figured if she and other women facing cancer could go through the pain of the treatments and the side effects of losing their hair, then I could handle the hassle of growing mine out to honor them. Aunt Doreen this ones for you. I love you and I am praying for you.

I feel so much lighter and it's a perfect cut for summer. I may go back and have her put in a few layers, but for now this will do.

Show Us Your Life-Where you Live

Thanks Kelly for hosting "Show Us Your Life". Today it's all about your hometown.

I live in Tennessee, in a town outside of Nashville . I moved here with my parents and sisters almost 11 years ago now. I love the south. I'm a west coast girl born and raised in Southern California so I really didn't know how I would like it when we moved, but I can't imagine living anywhere else.

I love living in Music City. My sisters and I were Christian Recording Artists for 6 years and I love the sense of community you have here with other artists. I always joke that you never know whose going to be leading worship when you go to church. I'll refrain from name dropping, but it's a fun little perk of living here.

Of course we also have Country Music here which I love as well. If you are a fan of country music we have the CMA music festival coming up June 10th-13th. Nashville could use the support right now. The stars of country music have made Nashville proud. They have done their part to raise millions of dollars in the past few weeks to help flood victims.

We call the AT&T building the "Batman Building". It's the one on the far left. The Cumberland River is the body of water in the picture. Every 4th of July they do a televised concert from there with an amazing firework show to end it. It's a great time.

Being a football fan I love that we are host to the Tennessee Titans. I've seen many games at LP Field and it's always one of my favorite things to do in the fall.

I love the small town where I live. I guess 40,000 really isn't that small, but when you come from California, anything under 100,000 seems small. It just has a small town vibe to it. The girls go to school in our downtown. I love picking them up and then walking around looking at the shops and stopping for cupcakes or ice cream.

This is a civil war town with so much history. The historic houses here are breathtaking and I love taking walks through here in the fall. Most of all, it's a great town to raise a family. I'm blessed to call it home.

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday's Tip-Time Timer

This next tip has been working so great for us that I wanted to share it with you all. About a month or so ago I attended a parenting seminar. It was fabulous and I learned a ton. The name of the speaker was Bill Corbett, founder of Cooperative Kids. He wrote a book called Love, Limits and Lessons, which I highly recommend.

During his speech he talked about the use of this clock called the Time Timer. I took one look at it and knew I had to have it so I bought one. I love it because the kids can see the red disappear on the clock. Kids have such hard time understanding the concept of time and this makes it easy.
Here is how I used it today. We were down in our classroom in the basement doing some school work. I was going over Sydney's letters and numbers and she wanted to paint. I set the timer for 30 minutes and told her when the red disappeared it was time for painting. She didn't ask me to paint again after I told her that. Had I said to her, "Sydney in 30 minutes you can paint" she would have kept asking me and I would have been frustrated.

This is great too if you want to set limits on t.v. watching, computer time or if you need some quiet time. Brooklyn is fazing out of naps so when Sydney is sleeping I tell Brooklyn she has to find something to do until the red runs out. It also has a chime that goes off when it hits zero.

They have 3 sizes. I bought the middle size. The cost is $35 for that size. To me it's worth it. I just wish I would have had it sooner. Even if you have a little one it's never too soon to start using it. Schools also use this for children with special needs. My mom works in special education and she uses it and says it really helps the kids understand time.

Hopefully this will help you bring some sense and order to your home.

Christmas in May

Brian gave me a Christmas gift that I am just now able to enjoy. On Christmas Day he gave me a box with these 3 items in it.

Can you guess what my gift is? I'll be back tomorrow to show you.

Waterlogged Wednesday

Today's post brought to you by my husband Brian. I wanted you to get a first hand account of the clean up effort going on in Nashville. Thanks honey for a great post.

As my wife Krista can attest, I'm one of the least handy people on earth. I used to play football and can therefore occasionally lift heavy things, but that's about the extent of my usefulness at any kind of work site. Despite my lack of construction talent, I decided to go over to my church last Friday and join one of several relief teams that were going to work on homes that had been flooded in the Nashville area.

The night before I decided to get ready as much as I could. First of all, what do you wear? I imagined that there could be nails sticking out everywhere and so I should probably wear long pants for protection. I only have two pairs of jeans, and they are both dress jeans (did I mention I don't do much construction stuff?), so I settled on a pair of old cargo pants that had a few nicks in them, including a very small tear, maybe a quarter inch, near the crotch. I figured it wouldn't matter because I'd be around a bunch of guys working on a house all day, so who cares? Krista, the girls and I then went over to Lowes. I explained my lack of tools and experience to a nice older guy named Wally, who helped me get a hammer (heavier than the little wooden one we have at home), a tool belt, ear plugs, gloves, mask (like the kind in a hospital), crow bar, and even a hard hat- just in case I ended up on a team doing heavy demolition. I went to bed feeling about as prepared as I could.

I arrived at the church at the designated meeting time of 9AM, and found myself among a crowd of about 75 or 100 people. This was on a Friday, so many had taken the day off of work to help. There was even a team of people from Louisiana who had driven up to stay at our church and help. Our church had sent people down for Katrina 5 years ago, and it was very cool to see people from there who'd come up to help us as well. Its neat how the body of Christ works.

There was a female project leader who was close-by to where I was standing and said, "Does anyone have a [particular type of tool/machine I'd never heard of] that they've brought with them?" Jason, who had brought a truck full of tools and equipment, turned around said, "I do." So, the female project leader, named Cissy, came over, grabbed Jason, and said, "OK, you're coming with me." I looked over and saw that Cissy, despite having asked men to join her because she needed some muscle, only had women in her group. In fact, I think besides Jason's wife Jennifer, almost every woman who had shown up had joined Cissy's group. I've played on basketball teams with Jason for years. He's taller, thinner, and a much more skilled player than I am, and I've always been more of the person who did the 'heavy lifting' so to speak, so I figured I should try and fit into the same role here. I figured if he was doing a lot of the skilled construction stuff, I could help out with the unskilled manual labor stuff, and therefore I joined Cissy's group.

On the ride over to the work site in Jason's truck, I joked around with Jason that I'd only joined the group to be his accountability partner since he was going to be surrounded by several women all day. "It gets worse," he said. "We have to take off our wedding rings since they might rip our fingers off if they get caught on a nail or something." It was also then that I remembered I had a small hole in my pants with rather unfortunately placement. Well, I just hoped nothing would come of it.

We arrived at a giant complex of hundreds of homes, duplexes and apartments in the Bellevue section of Nashville called River Plantation. Because of the massive numbers of volunteers who had shown up- there were even several police offers out directing traffic- we had to park a couple blocks away and carry all our tools in. Jason handed out several of the shovels, smaller tools and the cooler to the rest of our group, but being the heaviest person there, it was my job to get the 40lb or 50lb tool box out of the back of the truck. I hoisted my left foot up to the back of the truck and heard a loud 'RIP!'. I quickly got up on to the truck, turned my back, and hopped off the truck with the toolbox acting as a very heavy barrier. I walked 5 or 10 feet away and called up Krista. "I've got a huge 3 or 4 inch rip in the crotch of my pants, we haven't even gotten to the job site yet, and I'm on a team completely comprised of women." "What are you going to do?!?" Krista replied. "I'll guess I'll see if I can get Jason's keys and drive to a Wal-Mart or something," I replied. I caught up to group, but made sure to stay in the back till I could talk to Jason. Luckily, he had an extra pair of shorts in the trunk, and I was able to change in a nearby garage.

River Plantation had been been hit by flooding six or eight feet high with standing water for days. We were assigned to help a woman in her 50s named Janet. To get a feel for what her house was like, go stand in your kitchen. Put your hand up to shoulder level, or somewhere between the first and second shelves in your kitchen cabinets. Slowly turn, and imagine that everything in your house under that line is completely destroyed- your kitchen appliances, TVs, couches furniture, computers, photo albums, financial records, even the walls and windows. The sheet rock walls were mushy enough to stick your hand right through. Janet was putting the best face on it she could, saying that she was excited about getting some new kitchen appliances, but you could tell it still was very difficult. The odd part was that everything upstairs was perfectly fine (for the time being, anyway- more on that later), but since the water had risen so fast and she had to evacuate, there wasn't time to move anything up there.
Our main goal that day was to save the rest of the house from mold. I learned we were going to do that by completely removing everything below the waterline, or about shoulder high, including all the appliances, cabinets (the bottom shelves and doors were soaked and therefore destroyed), shelves, even the walls and windows. It was really a race against time, because even though the water had receded, the mold was growing. If people weren't able to cut out and throw out everything that had been at the flood level and under, she'd lose the entire house. Janet had a guy with some construction skills she knew from work and a woman who was an old family friend who had thought they were going to have to the whole thing by themselves, until Cissy's team showed up.

Jason got to work unhooking stuff, using a saw when needed, cutting wires, etc. I started hauling stuff out and mainly helped in ripping cabinets, shelves and the like off of walls, and even wheeled out a 300 lb cast iron bathtub on a dolly. We started to move the oven, and water just started flooding out of it. Luckily her kitchen tile was undamaged by the water, but it sure made for a slick floor.

Even though I'm married to a tall, athletic woman who doesn't mind doing laborious type things, I was still very impressed by the women on our team. Cissy seemed right at home in this kind of arena, but most of the other women, had you only taken them at face value, seemed very out of place. In our area, we jokingly say that we're surrounded by Brentwood wives (think 'Real Housewives of Orange County')- women who have to do any physical work and only spend time going from massive homes to beauty appointments to the gym and back. Some of the women in our group looked like they were on their way to a work out rather than a work site- but that certainly wasn't the case. They got the crowbars and hammers, took out big chunks of the wall, carried all the wood and trash and debris out to massive piles in the street and common ground, all without complaining. They got fully into the muck and worked as hard as any guy out there.

If you're in the Nashville area, I'd highly encourage you to get involved. All you really need are some good work gloves. Chances are the church or group you're with with have masks and all the tools you need. The only thing I was missing was a pair of clear safety glasses. I'd forgotten my protective cycling glasses at home, and had to borrow Jason's protective sunglasses, which weren't too good inside. Since Nashville is more in the demolition phase right now, its not like you can destroy anything, since it already is. And if you live too far away to volunteer, you can also donate to Second Harvest Food Bank, churches involved in the relief effort (like ours), or to the American Red Cross.

What can you do to help?

Tuesday's Tip-How clean is your hotel room?

Summer is around the corner. Most people will take some kind of vacation and most will be staying at hotels. Do you really know how clean your hotel room is? I wasn't taking any chances this past month when we headed to Chicago and then later to Indiana.

I packed a plastic baggy with some Clorox wipes in it. As soon as I got in the hotel room I went to work cleaning. This only takes 2 minutes tops. I wiped down the door handle, light switches, air conditioning knobs, remote control, sink handle, toilet flush, telephone (my kids love to pick it up and play with it) and clock. It's that simple and I felt so much better that I had done my part to protect my family. I mean who wants to get sick when they're on vacation?

Here is a video that offers more tips to do when you travel and stay at a hotel.

Happy travels.

Happy Mother's Day

I had a wonderful Mother's Day with my husband and girls. We went to church this morning and then had lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, P.F. Chang's. It was a beautiful Spring day here in Nashville and it was so nice to be outside.

After lunch we went home and the girls and I took a 2 hour nap together. Just another reason why I love Sundays.

After nap time we went to the mall and then to Costco to get some things that we needed. Then it was off to Sweet CeCe's for some frozen yogurt. The girls had never been there before and I couldn't wait to introduce them to it. The great thing was that mine was free for Mother's Day. Yeah! The girls loaded theirs up with a bunch of toppings. It was so much fun to be in downtown with my girls on such a glorious day.

I am not a person who collects things, but the one thing I do like to collect is Willow Tree figurines. The girls got me a Willow Tree figurine for Mother's Day. Brian said Brooklyn picked it out all by herself. I started to laugh when I saw the box. The box said grandmother on it.

I asked Brian if he noticed it and he said no. Not really surprised. Guys don't catch those kind of things. I will always treasure it because it came from the heart. Thank you my sweet girls. I love you very much and I am so incredibly proud to be your mama. I want to wish my mom a Happy Mother's Day as well. She's an awesome mom and a wonderful and loving Nana. She is supermom really because she had 4 girls in 5 years. I don't know how she did it. My girls are 19 months apart and I know how hard it's been. I can't imagine 4 girls all under the age of 5. She truly is my hero. I love you mom.

To all the women who are still waiting to be mothers. My prayers are with you tonight. I pray that the Lord would give you renewed faith and hope that you will one day be a mom. I truly believe that He does give us the desires of our heart. I am a walking testimony of his faithfulness in my life.

Show Us Your Life-Kid's names or future kids names

I love Fridays! Especially this week. It is nice to post on something other than the flood this week. Don't get me wrong I am so glad I have been doing my part to help and bring awareness to the tragedy that has unfolded in my city, but it's nice to post about something else today.

Kelly from Kelly's Korner is hosting "Show us your life, Kid's names" today.

When I got pregnant after 3 1/2 years of infertility, I immediately started thinking of names. Thankfully, Brian and I were on the same page when it came to names so it wasn't really that hard. We liked the same ones.

Tragically, I lost my first daughter at 21 weeks due to cord death in the womb. I remember after she was delivered the sweet nurse came in and asked me if I would like to see a name book. I said yes. We really hadn't firmed up a name so I needed some help. The first name I came to was Zoe. For some reason it just fit my daughter. I can't really tell you why, it just did. Her middle name was easy. It would be my middle name, Renae. Our firstborn daughter would be named Zoe Renae.

When I looked up the meaning of both of those names I was thrilled. Zoe means Life and Renae means Reborn. "Life Reborn". It was perfect. My sweet Zoe never got to have life here on earth, but her life was reborn when she entered the gates of Heaven.

2 months later we were shocked when we found out I was pregnant again. By this time we had our boy and girl names picked out.

Brian and I love to travel. We wanted to have our kids first names be that of a city. When we found out we were going to have another girl we knew her name would be Brooklyn. Her middle name is Sophia in honor of my Italian heritage. Sophia means wisdom. I love her name and love the fact that I don't hear it all that often. Brooklyn Sophia was born just 11 months after losing our daughter Zoe. God is good!

Our next daughter arrived in spring of 2007. We knew her first name would be Sydney. The middle name however gave us some trouble. We couldn't decided between Grace and Kate. I remember 2 days after she was born the nurse came in to the room and said, "We really need to print her birth certificate. Have you figured out a middle name yet"? I told her to give us 30 minutes and then come back and we'd have it for her. Brian and I finally decided on Kate.

A few days after Sydney Kate was born, Brian and I were talking and realized something funny. Our favorite show at the time was Alias with Jennifer Garner. Her character on the show was named Sydney Bristow. Our other favorite show was Lost. My favorite character on the show was Kate. Both of these characters were strong women and so even though she wasn't named after these characters, she has definitely held up to the name. Anyone who knows my 3 year old knows how incredibly strong willed she is.

We do have a boy name picked out. We are praying and believing God for another baby. The girls even pray for their brother by name. It's so cute to hear them pray for him. We are keeping his first name a surprise, but I will tell you it's another city name. His middle name will be Stephan which was Brian's dads name who passed away this past January. It's also Brian's middle name so it's perfect.

Do you have any guesses on what his first name will be? I'd love to hear them.

More ways to help Nashville

There are the cutest tshirts that some local artists and designers designed to raise money for the flood victims. 100% of the proceeds go to the people of Nashville through 3 local organizations: Cross Point Church, Grace Church Nashville & United Way Williamson County. Each of these are working already to put money DIRECTLY back into the community.

I got the blue one for me and the brown one for Brian. They have another design and they are working on kids shirts as well. Can't wait to see them and get 2 for the girls. Go to NashvilleFlood to order yours today.
Tonight their is a local telethon going on with a lot of country music stars headed up by Vince Gill. All proceeds are going directly into Nashville. You can call 877-345-1522 to donate anywhere in the country.

You can also text $10 to the Red Cross at 90999. Every little bit helps. The governor is saying that it will take over 1 billion dollars just for the city of Nashville to recover. That's a gigantic number.

Thank you for your love and support. We will get through this stronger than ever, because We Are Nashville!`

Where there's a will, there's a wagon

My heart is heavy tonight seeing the devastation of my beloved city. I can't stop watching the local news. It's almost surreal looking at places that I have gone and the park that I often took the girls to is under 10 feet of water. Even their school was cancelled this week because the water had invaded the basement classrooms.

We just got back into town last night from our weekend in Indiana. I didn't really know what to expect when we got home. I knew our house was ok because we live on top of a hill. As we drove down I-65 through downtown Nashville, I couldn't believe the amount of water I was seeing. It almost didn't seem real, like something out of a movie.

There are so many tonight who have lost everything. They have lost their homes, cars, belongings and some have lost their lives. This is an unprecedented event that took place. The Army Corp of Engineers called it the "1000 year flood". Most people who lost their homes did not have flood insurance because they didn't sit in a flood plain. Can you imagine losing your house and not having the insurance money to rebuild and owing on the mortgage of the house that is gone? My home is my safe haven and I can't imagine seeing it under water.

I was feeling hopeless today. I wanted to help but didn't know how. I have the girls so getting out and helping clear out houses and do manual labor wasn't an option for me. Then I saw a posting on Facebook about everyday items that were needed. That's when I got an idea. What if the girls took the wagon around the neighborhood and asked the neighbors to donate items for those that have lost everything? This was a way that we could help. I also wanted the girls to learn about compassion and what it is like to help those in need.

They loved the idea. We started with our own bathroom closet to see what we had. Thankfully we shop in bulk at Costco so we had a bunch of toiletries we could donate. Then they hung signs on their wagon and printed off the list of items that were needed. They were ready to head out.

We practiced what they were going to say when they knocked on the door. Brooklyn would say, "We are collecting for the flood". Sydney would then say, "Would you like to donate?" Brian later told me it sounded like Sydney was saying, "Would you like a donut?" Ha.

Brian took them around the neighborhood. The neighbors were all so generous. They went into their houses and gave what they had available. They all thanked the girls for collecting the items for them. Some even told Brian that they had rooms available for people to stay. So many said that they wanted to help but didn't know how. I so get that because that is how I felt. I think what I have learned through this is you help how you can. For some that will be helping out physically with removing debris and clearing out homes, for others it will be donating financially, others it may be opening their homes for a family to have shelter and then for others like us it was collecting some items to drop off to a shelter.

I have seen first hand how the community has gathered around one another to help out during this difficult time. I am proud to say that I live in Nashville. Proud to be a part of such an amazing city. There is a reason they call Tennessee the Volunteer state.

I came across an article that was written that said it best today that I thought I would share. It was written by Patten Fuqua, a Nashville native, Predators Hockey fan and Belmont journalism grad.

Allow me a moment to step away from the usual voice of this website.

What I am about to write has absolutely nothing to do with hockey.

If you live outside of Nashville, you may not be aware, but our city was hit by a 500-year flood over the last few days. The national news coverage gave us 15 minutes, but went back to focusing on a failed car bomb and an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. While both are clearly important stories, was that any reason to ignore our story? It may not be as terror-sexy as a failed car bomb or as eco-sexy as an oil spill, but that’s no reason to be ignored.

The Cumberland River crested at its highest level in over 80 years. Nashville had its highest rainfall totals since records began. People drowned. Billions of dollars in damage occurred. It is the single largest disaster to hit Middle Tennessee since the Civil War. And yet…no one knows about it.

Does it really matter? Eventually, it will…as I mentioned, there are billions of dollars in damage. It seems bizarre that no one seems to be aware that we just experienced what is quite possibly the costliest non-hurricane disaster in American history. The funds to rebuild will have to come from somewhere, which is why people need to know. It’s hard to believe that we will receive much relief if there isn’t a perception that we need it.

But let’s look at the other side of the coin for a moment. A large part of the reason that we are being ignored is because of who we are. Think about that for just a second. Did you hear about looting? Did you hear about crime sprees? No…you didn’t. You heard about people pulling their neighbors off of rooftops. You saw a group of people trying to move two horses to higher ground. No…we didn’t loot. Our biggest warning was, “Don’t play in the floodwater.” When you think about it…that speaks a lot for our city. A large portion of why we were being ignored was that we weren’t doing anything to draw attention to ourselves. We were handling it on our own.

Some will be quick to find fault in the way rescue operations were handled, but the fact of the matter is that the catastrophe could not have been prevented and it is simply ignorant beyond all reason to suggest otherwise. It is a flood. It was caused by rain. You can try to find a face to stick this tragedy to, but you’ll be wrong.

Parts of Nashville that could never even conceivably be underwater were underwater. Some of them still are. Opry Mills and the Opryland Hotel are, for all intents and purposes, destroyed. People died sitting in standstill traffic on the Interstate. We saw boats going down West End. And, of course, we all saw the surreal image of the portable building from Lighthouse Christian floating into traffic and being destroyed when cars were knocked into it. I’m still having trouble comprehending all of it.

And yet…life will go on. We’ll go back to work, to school, to our lives…and we’ll carry on. In a little over a month, I’ll be on this website talking about the draft. In October, we’ll be discussing the new Predators’ season with nary a thought of these past few days. But in a way, they changed everyone in this town. We now know that that it can happen to us…but also know that we can handle it.

Because we are Nashville.

So I leave you with this one question tonight. How can you help? If you are not local, maybe you have a few dollars that you can donate. There is a wonderful local organization called Hands On Nashville. The money will go directly to the people of Nashville. Most importantly we need your prayers. Prayers for the thousands that are homeless and for all of the volunteers that are working round the clock to help people get back on their feet.

I'll leave you with an appropriate video with a song from the late Johnny Cash. In the video you will see Opryland Hotel, Oprymills Mall, The Coliseum where the Titans play and the Grand Ole Opry

Great Flood of 2010

We are experiencing rain like we have never seen before in our state's history. We have had 5 months worth of rain in 2 days. Streets are closed, rescue teams are out in full force, homes have been lost and even a portable classroom from a nearby high school went sailing down I-24 just east of Nashville. It's incredible and we are not there to experience it. We are up in Indiana visiting my sister in law and her new triplets.

I'm glad we're not home so the kids aren't cooped up in the house, but it is weird not being able to check on our house or be able to know what is going on except for what we see on the t.v. I have been glued to the weather channel and been on the phone every few hours getting a report from my mom and dad who are stuck in their house.

Churches have been canceled. In fact, our church is a Red Cross shelter right now. The police are telling people to stay home unless it's an emergency. The bad part is that the rain keeps coming down with no end in sight. Just got word that Vanderbilt Childrens Hospital has flooding and they are at risk for oxygen and electrical failure. Lord, please protect these children!

This is a huge park where we take the kids. I can't believe it. You can't see any of the playground at all. So sad.
We are headed back home tomorrow, but will have to see if we can get home. Right now I-65 is shut down so we will have to wait and see.

Please pray for all involved with this severe weather. It's not just the state of Tennessee, but Arkansas, Mississippi, Louisiana and Kentucky. To all my friends and family. Be safe. Love to you all.

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