Y’all are going to have to forgive me for a minute because I have to discuss Aggie football and our inability to play all four quarters of a football game.
(Actually, you don’t have to forgive me. I don’t want to force forgiveness. That seems rude.)
I’m not sure what is going on. There are theories about coaching and conditioning and a 4th down and 1 play that we should have gone for and blah, blah, blah. I don’t know.
P said spending his entire Saturday afternoon watching that game was like going to see a girl you’re dating at her apartment and you’re really looking forward to seeing her and then all she does is cry the whole time and you leave feeling confused and disappointed and maybe like you never want to see her again.
(I don’t know where he came up with that analogy. Must be from some girl he dated before me.)
(She must have been crazy.)
(And really high-maintenance.)
All I know is that at the end of the day I love Texas A&M. I love the spirit and I love the traditions and I love the memories that five years (They offer a bonus year for EXTRA SMART people. At least that’s what I told my dad.) gave me. And, yes, it’s fun when we have a great football team (if memory serves) but I love being an Aggie for many more reasons. Which is why I’ve decided I’m just going to watch the first half of every game for the rest of the season and then turn it off.
Sure. Some may call that denial. But I call it salvaging a perfectly good Saturday.
I’m going to be my own Kasey from that season of The Bachelorette and guard and protect my heart.
Anyway, other than a little football disappointment, we had a great weekend. Caroline had early dismissal on Friday. She actually had early dismissal on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday and spent those afternoons on the reading circuit. Which means I took her to Gulley’s preschool and to her old kindergarten class to read to the kids. She adores it. In fact, it’s one of her favorite things to do.
Friday afternoon we ended up at Gulley’s house and Gulley and I were able to catch up on a variety of topics including Rachel Zoe, skinny jeans and the Amazon rain forest. We also may have talked about finding a good purse for the winter and whether or not we should own the maroon poncho I featured on Fashion Friday. Because who would be the real losers if we showed up at a football game wearing matching ponchos?
Later that evening we met Mimi, Bops, my sister and her family for Mexican food. My nephew, Luke, is almost two and has decided that there isn’t anything much more fun than giving someone “five” repeatedly with the occasional slap to the face thrown in. He’s also a big fan of dipping pretzels in the salsa and then wiping his tongue like it’s on fire and then repeating the whole process. Toddlers are interesting little people.
And then I watched the new show Pan Am that I’d recorded earlier in the week. The verdict is still out but I liked the first episode. A little kitschy, but I do adore a show set in the 1960s. And air travel hasn’t really changed at all. Unless you don’t think getting a miniscule bag of honey-roasted peanuts after having a stranger feel your legs for explosives is as glamorous as being served a made-to-order martini by a polite stewardess who offers to bring you an array of magazines for your reading enjoyment.
P got home late from hunting doves because ’tis the season. And then we went straight to bed because we had an 8:00 a.m. soccer game Saturday morning.
I’m pretty sure P must have angered someone in the soccer scheduling department because we have three 8:00 a.m. games this season. Which means we have to get up earlier on those Saturdays than we do on school days because we have to make sure Caroline is hydrated and all carbed up for the big game. One of us thinks this is very important.
So we arrived at the soccer fields bright and early. The good news is the weather was gorgeous. Like I needed a sweatshirt gorgeous. And the Stingers (formerly known at the Magic, formerly known as the Cheetah Girls, formerly known as the Rainbows) played a good game, but they still lost. Which seemed to really upset them for about three seconds until the mom in charge of snack pulled out purple Gatorade and cookies.
Something tells me it wasn’t that easy for the Aggie football team.
At least I hope not.