All I Do Is Win...

 I never said that winning is pretty, though.  It certainly wasn't this past Saturday night. That "W"  was ugly.  However, 6 wins = bowl eligible no matter how unattractive and sloppy our team played.  Christmas came early for Anthony this year, and he has spent some time today researching and booking hotel rooms in possible bowl locations.  And yes, he realizes that we still have a nasty schedule remaining.  Let him have his fun. 




We were fortunate enough to have skybox tickets, and at one point I thought my husband was going to throw himself to the ground.  Seriously. My mother-in-law graciously took Sam home after halftime, and that's when Anthony went into "Losing Is Not Fun With Sherm" mode.  Anybody remember that guy?  He's not cool to be around. 

Family pic.  Sam was interested in 3 things:  The Jumbotron, the band, and his Papa's binoculars.  He thought he could change the channel on the Jumbotron by using the tv remote.  Good thing he can't because I don't think the student section would be happy with PBS on during the football game. 

Sam had NO NAP at all that day, but did surprisingly well. 

 His nap the day after the game?  4 1/2 hours.  He was spent. 

Hayride & Pumpkin Patch...

Last week Sam and I went with his little school on a hayride.  Once he saw that he would be pulled behind a tractor, I think his year was made.  It was a lot of fun, and he loved getting to pick out his pumpkin. 

Not flattering of me for sure, but I have now become the mom who's never in pictures because she's always taking them. So I'm putting it up.   

Checking out the goats and the cows. 

Picking out his pumpkin.  For some reason he thought you had to sit on a pumpkin to determine its suitability.  Maybe he knows something I don't.   

Running through the hay-maze.  It was a big hit. 

Cookie Monster...

 Those of you who know us personally are well aware of our fondness for sweets.  Fondness is probably too mild of a term, but I'll roll with it anyway.  A few weeks ago, I thought I'd get into the Halloween spirit and let Sam try his hand at baking.  He had a big time.

And made a big mess.

Oh, well.

He had a ball...

 I know...I'm really, really, behind.  I'm trying to rectify this problem, so please excuse my backlog of pictures. 

At the Georgia game this year, I was fortunate enough to have my entire family in town, which NEVER happens anymore.  Both brothers were in attendance, and the Bulldogs were able to pull off a much needed win against, well, the other bulldogs.  I was just glad the guys in maroon won.  It was also Bulldog Bash that weekend, so while we sweltered in the sun, Sam enjoyed himself quite thoroughly. 

Apparently it's way more fun to throw the balls out of the ball pit while telling everyone within hearing distance what color they are. 

"Red, blue, anutta blue, yellow, geen, anutta yellow, geen, arnij..."  (Obviously this is Samspeak.  I try my best to stay away from heinous spelling errors, but I'm only human.)

He could have done this for hours.  I, however, could not.  Did I mention how hot it was?

To get him out of the ballpit, I convinced him to get his face painted.  He wasn't so sure about it at first, but then he warmed up to the idea. 

Post-game.  One of the very few adult pictures I have of my brothers (and my dad.) My mom had taken one for the team and had left much earlier with a very hot and tired Sam.  I realize I look disgusting here, but have I mentioned how blooming hot is was that day?

Do we look alike? Most people think so.  Does Sam look like me?  Most people don't think so.

Dear Bulldogs,

Thank you.

Thank you for making my Saturday fabulous even though I never left the comfort of my home.  Thank you for showing the nation that we are not an automatic win on everyone else's schedule.  Thanks for battling in hostile territory against a team who, in all honesty, has more talent.  Thank you for my constant feeling of nausea for approximately 3 hours.  Thank you for trying your hardest for 60 minutes. Thank you for making my husband scream, flail, and do strange dances in the living room.  Thank you for the great publicity you gave our wonderful university.  Thank you for making me feel as if I were in college again.  Thank you for getting us just a little closer to making plans for a bowl game.  Thank you for letting me be a proud member of the Bulldog Nation. I always love you, Bullies.  It's just that tonight I love you a whole lot more. 

 I won't mention that you may have made my husband tear up with happiness tonight--not that he minded at all.   

Much love and Hail State!

Why is it that...

Sam is always waaaay more excited to see his daddy than me?  Don't get me wrong--the kid loves me, but when I walk in from somewhere, his response is, "Oh,--hey, Mom."  As in, "I thought someone was missing, but I wasn't really worried about it."

When Anthony walks in, it's like a ticker-tape parade around here.  "It's Dad! It's Dad! Come here, Dad.  Let's play basketball." 

Maybe I should start shooting hoops. 

Sometimes I feel like somebody's watchin' me...

So I may have mentioned that the house we bought last May had been sitting unoccupied for quite a while.  At least it was unoccupied by humans. 

Shortly after moving in, we awoke to the sound of bumps and thumps in the attic.  Quite unnerving at 3:00 in the a.m., let me tell you.  The guy who was working on our house at the time told us that it was probably squirrels or raccoons.  He sprayed some fox urine (yes, you read correctly--I don't know who in the world collects or sells fox urine, but it must be an interesting line of work)  in the eaves of our house, and we didn't have visitors for about 6 weeks. We thought everything was fine.

Then fall actually decided to flirt with the idea of sticking around.  Our furry friend(s?) got cold and  decided to move back in.  Not cool.  They are noisy neighbors, and they never pay rent.  We knew there was no choice but to call....The Critter Catcher.  Yep, that's his title.  Seriously. 

He came and set a  no-kill trap, and the next morning we met our squatter.

She's awfully cute, isn't she?  I was glad to know that The Critter Catcher takes the animals back out into the country and releases them into their natural habitat.  It made me feel better about evicting our raccoon friend.