Yes, Yes, I've Been Slacking.

It's been one whole week since I posted anything. That's a record for me. Sorry about that. Lemme give you a little glimpse into my week.

1. Spencer took a new position within his company. He loved his old job, but the travel took him away from home about 2 nights a week. The new job will allow him to be home more, and is in a division of the company that is looking like where the future of the company is heading. So all in all, it was a great move. There's a "home study" period of time required in the job, so he has been home everyday for 2 weeks. I can't tell you the last time he was home for 2 weeks straight, so the girls and I have really enjoyed spending a lot of time with him.

2. My TiVo was replaced with a new TiVo. Our house has a really complicated home theater system (put in by the family who built the house) that requires an audio visual company to come in to our house to reprogram everything anytime we make a change. According to DirecTv, our old receivers were out of date and needed to be upgraded (for free. Yesssss.) which meant the A/V company had to reprogram our house. It took them 5 whole days. And it's still not 100% done. But for 5 days, I had 3-4 men in my house from 8-5. Annoying? Yes.

3. I found a scorpion in my bathroom. In my bathtub to be precise. I seriously considered selling the house. I hate roaches, because they are dirty and gross, but scorpions are pure evil to me. I think that fear came from the movie Clash of the Titans. I used to watch it when I was a kid. In one scene, tiny scorpions walk through the blood of Medusa and grow to the size of horses. Then Perseus (played by a VERY young Harry Hamlin) has to fight them with a sword. But their stingers kill a few men in the fight. I have chills thinking about it right now. The thought of scorpions make me shudder. Ugh.

4. It's Homecoming tonight for the football team Mary Emma cheers for. Yes, 2nd graders have homecoming. I volunteered (shoot me next I volunteer for something this big) to make posters for the football players. This consisted of making a poster for each boy - 18 of them - to be hung on the fence during the game. I am an artsy/craftsy person, and a perfectionist when it comes to stuff like that, so it has taken me FOREVER to finish these silly things. I finished them last night.

5. Spencer was playing golf Wednesday and threw his back out during a swing. He's an injured man. Nuff said about that. Get what I'm saying?

6. Spencer and I went to the Auburn/Tennessee game Saturday. Without kids. That was awesome. However, Auburn looked horrible. Spencer is an Alabama fan so Auburn's struggles thrilled him to no end. Then we got home in time to watch Alabama KILL Georgia, so his day was pure perfection.

I promise to be more diligent in my blog updating. I'm sure you can all understand a crazy week.

See you all tomorrow with hopefully some more witty stuff....

It's Game Day, But Not For Me.

**First, an update on the Sunday morning church nursery drama....
Camille passed out TWICE within 5 minutes of entering the nursery. Needless to say, we made it through points 1 & 2 of the sermon before we were called out.
Try again next week.
Kudos for these teachers allowing her to pass out twice and not freaking out after the 1st time.**

Today is game day.

Now, for those of you who know me/read this blog, you would think I'm talking about my Auburn Tigers.

Who, by the way, played an awesome game Saturday against LSU, and was 1 first down and 1 good punt away from winning the dang game. And why, in such a close game, did LSU climb one notch in the polls while we dropped 5 spots? Unfair? Uh, yeah. AND, I'm really hoping the Georgia Bulldogs kick butt and take names this coming Saturday against a certain rival school who thinks they're on track to win a national championship just because they've beat 3 lesser teams....

Anyway, this is not about Auburn Game Day. This is about the PeeWee football team that Mary Emma cheers for. For them, it's game day, baby. The guys wear their jerseys to school. The cheerleaders wear their game day shirts to school. Their uniforms are modeled after the high school's uniforms. They have a practice shirt, a game day shirt, a hairbow (this is the South - hairbows are mandatory), a cheerleader uniform, a monogrammed fleece pullover, a turtleneck for cold games, monogrammed head wrap for cold games, leggins, koozie for their waterbottles, pom poms, megaphone, and a monogrammed duffle bag.

Oh yeah, they're in the 2nd Grade.

Don't underestimate the power of pee wee football in the South, my friends. It's serious business.

Here was the main problem this morning.

The game day shirt, that is worn to school on game days, was no where to be found this morning when Mary Emma started to get dressed.

I found it.

In the washing machine. Niiiiice.

So needless to say, to escape the shame and humiliation of going to school on game day wearing something other than the appropriate game day attire, I put it in the dryer. And Mary Emma was late for school. It's a trade off that we had to make. You know, to uphold her responsibilities as a cheerleader. For the "80 pound and under" football team.

And next week is homecoming. The festivities are already being planned. You know, for the 2nd graders. The older girls will be escorted during halftime by a football player. Because we don't want to promote boyfriends/girlfriends in the 2nd Grade (or for the next 20 years, in my mind), our girls will be escorted by their dads. It will be a proud moment for Spencer and a tear filled, picture taking, video taking, chill bump covering moment for me.

Here's my girl, all ready for school, in her game day shirt, smiling just as I asked her to do.


And here's her version of the same picture. She is definitely our First Born drama queen. Agree?

I Might Be A Little Addicted

Oh, y'all.

My heart is heavy today.

It's a sad, sad day in my household.

Well, it's a sad day to me - everyone else is business as usual.

A tragedy has occurred and the thought of it makes me reach for the comfort of chocolate.

My TiVo is gone.

I know, I'll pause while you catch your breath.

It's actually not gone. The box is still there. But the TiVo-ed shows are gone. Poof.

And if you know anything about me, I appreciate the fine art of TiVo more than any other human on this planet. Since my daily TV schedule rotates around Dora the Explorer, Yo Gabba Gabba, Barney, & The Wonderpets, and my nighttime schedule rotates around homework, dinner, bathtime, & various extracurricular activities, the TiVo is my window to the outside world. I never fret about missing an episode of America's Next Top Model...er...um...20/20 because I know the TiVo will be my rescuer. I can put the kids to bed and have a little brain dead time at the end of the day. It's wonderful.

I also re-watch shows a lot. I'm a compulsive re-watcher. I had (sniff) 30 episodes of REBA TiVo-ed, for crying out loud! (I know my friend, Annie, will appreciate the tragedy of lost REBAs.) There are several shows that I had on there that I will watch from time to time that are over a year old! I mean, what's a girl gonna do without February 13, 2007's Lifetime Movie of the Day? Or the 2006 Academy of Country Music Awards?

They're special to me, people.

I think I'm breaking out in hives.

The new TiVo (boo! hiss!) will be up and running today. But its little memory will be blank. Kaput. Nada. I will have to start over.

I might need a support group. And definitely significant amounts of chocolate.

I'm Featured!

Hey! I'm featured on the Siesta Spotlight today. Go check it out.

I Really Am Southern

But....

1. I don't really like sweet tea.
2. I'd rather have a drink without ice. I'd like it COLD, but really prefer no ice.
3. I don't like Pride & Prejudice (book or movie) or any other sappy romance movie/book.
4. I've never seen Gone with the Wind.
5. I'm not a NASCAR fan.
6. I will never like humidity.
7. I have a secret desire to live in Colorado, Montana, or Wyoming.
8. I will not, WILL NOT, wear panty hose.
9. I love Sarah Palin's accent.
10. I like Diet Coke and Diet Pepsi the same. I'm not even kidding.


Howevah...

1. I LOVE how we talk down here.
2. I'd rather go to the Alabama Gulf Coast than the Caribbean. I think it's prettier, too.
3. I'm PROUD of being Southern and love listening to my children speak with their young southern drawls.
4. I love college football so much that I get mad if I have things to do on Saturdays that disrupt my college football time.
5. Helen Keller is one of my life heroes.
6. My children wear bows in their hair whenever we leave the house.
7. I will never wear white shoes after Labor Day or before Easter.
8. I love neighborhoods where everyone knows everyone - I live in one of those neighborhoods.
9. I appreciate good fried chicken, potato salad, and any side dish made with Jello.
10. My air conditioning works in hyper drive during the summer months because I hate to sweat.

What about you? How are you alike/not alike your geographic stereotype? I'm interested to know.

Follow Me

You all know how techy savvy I am. Not.

Anyway, because of some other people being techy savvy and me being able to copy them (thanks, Lisa) I added a "Follow Me" gadget thingy to the side.

Right over here. ----->

Click "follow this blog" and let me know who you peeps are!!! That will make me clap my hands and smile big.

Thank you very much and have a fab Saturday. And War Eagle.

Where Were You?

September 11, 2001

Spencer and I had been married for 4 years. We had a beautiful baby girl, named Mary Emma, and we were planning on celebrating her 4 month birthday that evening. I was a 3rd grade teacher at the local elementary school and we were having a normal day. We were in line at the restroom when another teacher came down the hall and told me that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. This teacher was FOREVER practical joking everyone on our hall, so I thought he was crying wolf. When his face didn't change, he looked at me and said told me to go see it on TV in the library while he stayed with my class. I sprinted to the library and found many teachers huddled around one TV, most of them crying. Then I saw the 1st Tower fall. I was terrified and wanted more than anything to be with Spencer and Mary Emma. My classroom faced the front parking lot and cars started swarming in and parents started checking out their kids, who were scared. As we all tried to go on with a normal day - for the sake of our students, we knew that there had become a new normal.

It was one of 2 days in my life that I, along with the rest of this country, will always remember where I was. The other was January 28, 1986, the day of the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster. I wasn't alive when Kennedy was assassinated and I was too young to remember Elvis.

Mary Emma hasn't asked about 9/11 yet. The other 2 are too young. Thankfully, they haven't experienced a life changing day like 9/11. By the grace and mercy of God, they will never have to.

I will never, ever forget.