That was the worst half of a football game i have ever witnessed. Completely nightmarish, nauseating, and soul-deadening. I can’t even really write about it. I do not even have the energy or heart or strength to think about it until maybe tonight or tomorrow.
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Dead Souls Walking in Georgia Today
Sunday, September 28th, 2008Southern Hospitality
Friday, September 26th, 2008Wow. Random Bama fan just contacted me after seeing pictures of our seats for last year’s Temporary Annulment Day Game. He wanted to know what his seats look like, where to park, etc. I love that he trusts that Dawgwood Girl will get him there in one piece, even though he is the enemy. Gotta love the SEC. And the power of the internets.
Me? I’m a sweetheart. I gave him all the pertinent information, just like a nice hostess should.
Now, Kelly, you let me know what you thought of our humble lil college town. Hope you and your buddy have fun at the Tide’s mother*ing funeral. Y’all come back now, ya hear?*
*I really do hope y’all have a nice time. Be safe.
I Heart Oregon State
Friday, September 26th, 2008That is all. Off to bed.
Experimentation
Sunday, September 14th, 2008
It wasn’t pretty, but it was a W. I’ll take it. Go Dawgs!
We had some friends over for the games yesterday and the whole thing kind of snowballed and we ended up with a before-unmet number of children running around. Scarlett and Dash were here, as usual, but then we added in Sheilah’s kids, and four of the neighborhood kids and their parents. I think we had nine kids at one point. Plus their parents and some childless friends, adn wow, was it a full house. Sheilah was nice enough to bring an extra TV so the kids could watch a movie upstairs. (Not that tv-watching ever happens like that. It just blares in the background, and it never fails that one poor kid wants to watch, and then cries because everyone else won’t be quiet.) And once Garrett and Kayla left and Nolan fell asleep, Rollie ended up being the only boy with five girls. A dearth of riches, for sure, what with the twins, and an older girl, and only one of the females his sister. Everyone knows what this means: Rollie Makeover. (Thanks to Lauren for getting the shot.) And yes, I am aware that we are racking up the photos of Rollie in drag. See, if he ends up going that way, we were cool with it from the beginning, and if he doesn’t, we have some great blackmail photos for his teen years.
We are parenting Gods.
More of story unfolded, though, this morning. As Todd and I readied our coffee and the kids ate breakfast, the following discussion occurred:
Todd: Rollie, did I hear that you held hands with T__*? (Tiller had ratted him out a few minutes earlier.)
Rollie: [playing with his cereal]. Yeah. She kissed me.
Todd and I glance at each other.
Rollie: She kissed me a lot.
Todd and I stare at Rollie, mouths gaping open, then glance again at one another and both turn away from the breakfast table, laughing silently, shoulders shaking with the effort at holding the sound in.
Maybe there is no need to worry about the drag pictures, after all. Or, maybe we should be extremely worried about our very adventurous young hero. Maybe he’s going to like to experiment.
I joke, but i don’t know if I’m ready for all of this. Rewind, rewind! Rewind, Dammit!
It’s not working.
*All names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.
It’s Here
Saturday, August 30th, 2008Game day! Oh, and my husband, the Auburn Tiger, is not a welcher. Behold!
That’s Simon down there at the bottom, checking out the goods.
A Few Things
Saturday, August 23rd, 2008Talking about it makes it better.
I can’t believe I have a niece who is one year old.
Todd has one week to purchase and install my new UGA flag. Sex withheld until installation complete.
My favorite movie of all time is most definitely The Black Stallion. And it holds up well to time, too. You are making fun of me, but it was Oscar-nominated for Cinematography (Caleb Deschanel, who is Zoey and Emily’s Daddy, i believe) and Mickey Rooney was nominated for Best Supporting Actor. The only sad thing about it is that Kelly Reno, the kid who plays Alec, never really did anything else and ended up a cab driver in NYC. That being said, if i ever got into his cab, he would feel like a rock star after my reaction. Um, the kids and I watched The Black Stallion last night.
Britt A. from high school is purchasing a ticket for me to attend the GA Auburn game. I will explain this another time, when I don’t have to drive to Montgomery for a birthday party, but know(shon) this: It does not bode well for the Auburn Tigers.
SEVEN DAYS!!!!!!
Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose!
Tuesday, June 10th, 2008I’ve written numerous times about my mixed marriage. The kids are completely on the fence. They see a G on a car in front of me and yell, “Bulldogs!” or “Georgia for you, Mama!” or they see that AU on a car and say, “Auburn!” Course, Rollie says, “Aubrun,” and Tiller actually says, “Bullgogs.” Which is really cute.
If they see a G and Todd is in the car, they will ask? “Daddy? You like Bulldogs, right?” And we are good parents, who try to consider if certain things we say might interfere with a child’s self-esteem; Who knows if Todd telling Rollie that he doesn’t like GA, when Rollie likes both UGA and Auburn, will harm R’s burgeoning self-worth?
So we lie.
The standard answer for this from Todd is “Yes, I like them. I like Auburn the best, and then my second favorite team is whoever is playing Bama that week, and then Georgia.” Very diplomatic, and not really untrue.
Standard answer from me is also the truth: “Yes, I like Bullgogs first.” “Then Tigers, mama?” I think for a minute.
“Well, Bulldogs first, then Panthers, then Tigers.
Everyone in the car, even my 2-year-old, look at me like I am crazy.
“Panthers? Who are Panthers, mama?”
“Dillon Panthers, baby. Dillon Panthers.”
Yeah, I seriously have a Friday Night Lights problem, and it’s not just about the hot Coach Taylor, either. I cried last night watching them win state in the first season finale. No, I’m not kidding.
Plus, it gives me satisfaction to choose a fictional high school football team over Todd’s Tigers. Always the rivalry exists.
Fast Friends
Saturday, May 24th, 2008
My sister is pregnant and is in the ‘get the baby out” stage, or maybe it is the “I think i changed my mind. I don’t really want to have this baby” stage. Either way, i was thinking that after bombarding her labor stories, which can be kind of scary, I would write about a good/fond memory of labor/childbirth/the aftermath.
With Rollie, my best memories are:
When I first had him, they had the specialists to come in and suction him, since he was not breathing well, and then they let me hold him for a second before taking him to the transitional nursery. I had him for maybe ten seconds, not enough to even take it all in, but my mom was in the room by that point, and she got to see me hold him for the first time. And I got to see her face when I told her that he was named for her father and brother. Now that I have kids, that means more to me than I thought; I can only imagine that looking down at one of my kids and seeing them holding their newborn will really do a number on me, and even if Mom is not around anymore, that memory will be pretty special, and really she will be there, because I will undoubtedly think of her standing down looking at me, her first baby, holding my first baby.
The day I brought him home from the hospital was humid and rainy, but when we pulled into the drive, I got out, and carried Rollie in his carrier onto the porch. my mom came out and while Todd unloaded some stuff, Mom and i stood on the porch with the baby, and we looked up, and the rain had stopped, the sun poked through, and we saw the biggest, most beautiful rainbow ever.
Introducing Rollie to Quint (the dog). I sat on the bottom stair and had Rollie in my arms and we let Quint in and he bounded over to see me, and nuzzled Rollie gently, smelling him. And then Rollie let out a big cooing/crying sound and Quint jumped straight up in the air like a cat, and ran and hid behind the couch.
The first time Lisa changed Rollie’s diaper, he peed in her face. That image never gets old.
Tiller:
Having a great labor experience and her coming into the world almost on the dot of midnight, and being healthy, and getting to hold her and have Todd there, and they didn’t take her away from me and it was just wonderful.
McDonald’s, rather than crappy hospital food, after her birth. It was one of the best meals i have ever eaten. The second time around, i knew that I could get takeout menus from the nurses station, and I knew to send baby to the nursery while i ate and not freak out about it, and pretty much the whole hospital experience was like a vacay.
Rollie came to the hospital to meet Tiller and he was totally unimpressed with her – all he wanted was my milkshake, so he climbed up in the hospital bed with me, and we shared my milkshake and watched cartoons, and I was so relieved, because I realized that my heart really did have enough room for two.
We had Tiller on a Saturday, but had gone into the hospital on a friday afternoon, and so the first day she was in the world, we sat around in the room and had football to watch all day! It was awesome, and i loved watching Todd, his dad, Rollie, and Tiller sitting in my hospital room and watching football together. I loved watching UGA beat the vols that afternoon, with Tiller in my arms asleep.
My Dad falling asleep in the room, with Tiller in his arms.
30 Saturdays
Tuesday, February 12th, 2008Just 30 more Saturdays until the first UGA game of the season. Woohoo! Some guy from the AJC thinks we might be a preseason #1; My favorite bulldog bloggers hope that isn’t the case. Seems that they think that Richt performs much better as an underdog.
Fall should be good. I will also be an aunt by then. And hopefully i will have somewhere to live by then. More on that later.
What Tire Spells
Saturday, December 22nd, 2007After opening gifts at my in-laws last night, Rollie was sitting around the table with Todd, Todd’s father, and Todd’s brother Lyle and his wife. Rollie was playing with a Cars drawing tablet that included pencils, crayons, paints, and stickers. It also has a workbook section, where he can practice writing and spelling.
Rollie was trying to sound out and write the word “Tire,” with Todd’s help.
“T . . . ,” Rollie said, looking at Todd for help.
“Sound it out,” Todd said. “What sound does T make?”
Rollie: “Tuh.”
Todd: “Okay, ‘tuh.’ Then, ‘I.’ What sound does ‘I’ make?”
Rollie: “Ih.”
Aunt Denise: “Long ‘I’ sound, Rollie.”
Rollie: “I.”
Todd: “Right. Ok, ‘R.’ What sound does ‘r’ make?”
Rollie: “Ruh.”
Todd: “Right. So, put it together.” Rollie looks like his brain is
hurting.
Todd: “Sound it out. Tuh – I- Ruh. Tigh-ruh.
Rollie stares at Todd with a look of concentration on his face, then
realization dawns. “Tigh- roll! Roll Tide, Roll! Right down the toilet
bowl!”
Nobody in my in-laws’ household was about to tell him for a second that he was wrong. We just laughed.