Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Admit it...

Pretty much every woman in the world finds it attractive if a man is musically inclined--especially the piano or guitar.  (Unless you're the guy who was almost 50, three sheets to the wind, and playing the guitar ALL AFTERNOON LONG before the Georgia game.  You, my friend, need to find another way to pick up chicks.)  But I digress...

All I know is when I was a freshman, it seemed that a guy could be a little short in the looks/personality department, yet still have plenty of dates because he could strum a tune. My friends, Sam has already figured out that music opens up all kinds of doors in the dating world.  However, his instrument of choice is the     oh-so-soothing...

Xylophone. 

Laugh now, but the kid can kill it.  I'll be happy to send him to your house for practice sessions.  Just let me know. 

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Season Opener...

Saturday was eventful to say the least.  Where to even start?

My dear, sweet, husband had worked his hardest to secure a place for us to stay as a family after the ballgame.  On our way into town, we decided to find it and check it out. Well, let's just say that after seeing it, I was extremely skeptical, and that's an understatement.  I think what I actually said was, "I hope nobody's cooking crystal meth next door."  Seriously.  Not exaggerating.  Not even a little. 

However...maintaining Anthony's gameday mentality is a must.  It's what he lives for, and I didn't want to ruin the day.  I can deal with just about anything for one night, right? It's okay if there are stray animals on a gravel road with dirty diapers in the driveway--I can deal.  I just kept telling myself that.    

Moving on.  Sam's performance was pretty darn good.  Except for the fact that we've been working on potty-training, and he chose Saturday to have stomach issues.  TMI.  I know.  He really was great.  He loves a cowbell, and he loves Bully, so Saturday was a great day for him.  He ate an inordinate amount of sweets, but that's no real surprise. 

Anthony went into the game and left the 2 of us at our tailgate to watch the game there.  I got to see us come out of the tunnel, and then....kids throwing a football knocked over the satellite.  I didn't get to see the game at all.  Ask me how unhappy I was.  Just ask me. 

I'll tell you.  I was furious.  We had warned them multiple times to watch out, but they didn't seem to care.  And they were old enough to know better.  I was bitter to say the least.

Anthony came out at the half to get some tylenol for a headache, and we decided that we would leave a check for the people whose house we rented, mess up the sheets, and head home after the game.  Thank. The. Lord. 

It was a long day with some complications, but Sam was great, the Dawgs played well, and I didn't have to stay in a crack-house.  Pretty good day. 



Friday, September 3, 2010

Gameday Eve Schedule...

1.  Arrive at practice facility in my shiny ride.  Check out my rims--8 1/2 inches. 


2.  Sign some autographs.  Go over my playbook one last time with the coaches.  Looks like I need to be on my best behavior tomorrow.  I don't want any penalty flags thrown, and I certainly don't want to burn all of my timeouts. 


3.  Pre-game meal.  Nothing gets me ready for gameday like PB&J with juice. 


4.  Watch some game film. 


5.  Take one last nap---with my pom pom. (and my books, xylophone, blocks, and George sheets.) 


We're ready.