Happy Birthday Big Silas

Today is the F.I.L.'s b-dizzle.

I love me some Silas.

If you know him, you are lucky.

There really are no words. 

But, we'll try.

As a tribute, hubs and  I have worked to compile a "List of Silas":

{1}

when a food is really, really good, to show your appreciation and excitement, hop from one foot to the other sayin somethin like, "oooooooh wheeeeeee! that's good eatin!"

{2}

ASAP = As Southern As Possible

{3} 

SPF 70 sunscreen

{4}

"Peaches" from a mason jar

{5}

 "Apples" from a mason jar

{6}

special order shoes - because the best NC State runners' feet are narrow and have no arch

{7}

RFD TV

{8}

slaw

{9}

"You pooshin or pullin back there?"

{10}

"I'm sick and tarred of ... (endless possibilities here, folks).

{11}

yuppies = the ruination of Charlotte and the South as a culture

{12}

6 scoops of Mayfield ice cream = one Silas-sized serving

{Apparently this is genetic}

{13}

Upon telling any story:

* hand usage for emphasis * 

"Well, well, now, you see .......... you see."

{14}

"There's plenty of tomatoes/okra/beans now. Y'all come on an' pick 'em before they get rotten."

{15}

 National Geographic Magazine

{16}

Wall Street Journal

{17}

PBS

{18}

after a good meal, put on your snuggly clothes and find you a good chair to take you a nap

{or forgo the snuggly clothes, whatev}

We heart Big Silas.

Happy Birthday!!!