For lack of originality, I’ll call this Tuesday’s post

You know the problem with waiting until Tuesday to tell you what we did over the weekend? It’s that I have a hard time remembering what we did.

It also doesn’t help that there wasn’t anything that exciting. Well, other than Caroline shooting her first deer of the season. But I believe we covered that yesterday.

On Friday morning I had a meeting scheduled with my pastor’s wife to talk about the upcoming Christmas celebration. And I was excited because the cold front had started to blow through and I put on a sweater and my leather boots since it was finally cool enough to guarantee I wouldn’t be a pool of sweat by noon. However, the weather forecasters were lying liars when the predicted only a 30% chance of rain and thunderstorms.

Because as soon as I got in my car and began to drive to my meeting, there came a monsoon. Like it-hailed- on-my-car type storm. And all I could think about was my leather boots. Here I’d just resolved to take better care of them by keeping bottles of wine in them and now they were about to get soaked. I debated the political incorrectness of running into Starbucks in just my socks.

Fortunately, I remembered that I’d left an umbrella in the back of my car so I climbed back there to get it. Then I waited for the rain to let up to something less than torrential and made a run for it. And my boots got wet. However, they seem to have recovered beautifully after being carefully hand-dried while I sang them a lullaby.

Anyway, I’d planned to run a bunch more errands and be super productive but, alas, I just went straight home and listened to the rain pour down the rest of the afternoon. And I also grieved that I’d missed a perfectly good opportunity to wear my rainboots that I’m always looking for an excuse to wear. This is what we call a first world fashion problem.

Friday night we went to go eat Mexican food with Mimi and Bops and my sister and her family. My nephew, Luke, is almost three and he’d called me earlier in the day to practice his heavy-breathing skills. He’d made her believe he actually wanted to have a conversation with me, but I think he froze once he heard me on the phone and so I just listened to him breathe his cute three-year-old breath until my sister prompted him to say, “I love you, Aunt Mel. Bye.”

Listen. I’ll take what I can get.

Saturday morning was proof that God loves me because our soccer game had originally been scheduled for 8 a.m. but had been changed to 9:15 a.m. at the last minute which caused me to weep with joy. And I reveled in my joy and happiness until 8:45 a.m. Saturday morning when P’s mom called my cell phone to find out where we were because she’d been at the soccer fields since 8 a.m. and we weren’t there.


Note to self: Always call your mother-in-law with scheduling changes. Especially ones that involve 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning.

But she made it to the 9:15 game along with Mimi and Bops. Caroline’s team lost, but she had a good game and we got out of there without frostbite so that felt like a win.

(Caroline told me after soccer practice tonight that she doesn’t feel like her team takes it as seriously as she does. And she needs them to take it seriously because “my whole soccer career replies on it”.)

(I think we all know she meant “relies”.)

(Also, she told her teacher last week that she didn’t need to work that hard in school because she is going to play soccer when she grows up. However, I think she still needs to “reply” on her academics in case she needs a Plan B.)

After the game was over, she and P headed to the ranch and Gulley and I took advantage of the free time to do a little shopping. I am currently on a self-imposed spending lockdown where clothing is concerned, but we found Gulley a few new pairs of jeans and some other stuff she needed. And I did find a gorgeous, long black wool coat marked down drastically at Nordstrom Rack that I’m still thinking about.

And then Saturday night I watched the Aggies beat Auburn. While it was nice to watch a game in a relaxed manner that didn’t require me to take a sedative after it was over, I have to admit it was a little boring after all the excitement of the last few weeks. But something tells me I’ll be back to needing a Xanax when we play Mississippi State this Saturday. I have a feeling it’s going to be a close one.

Sunday morning we slept in because Caroline and P didn’t get home until around midnight. That afternoon we went to the pumpkin patch to get a pumpkin so we could make a literary pumpkin for school. This isn’t a required assignment and I was desperately hoping we could skip it, but she wanted to do it. And so we made a pumpkin that started out as a character named Misty Gordon and has now become Junie B. Jones instead. I’m not sure how that happened, but whatever. I’m not going to look a gift pumpkin in the mouth.

I don’t even know what that means.

And that was our weekend.

Thoughts and prayers going out to any of you who are in the path of Sandy. Be safe.

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  1. Tara G. says

    I love kids’ mistakes with words and almost dread them learning the correct way to say them! :) Lately, my six year old wants to be an “arthur” when he grows up. (author) And my four year old bundle of cuteness gets me every time when she requests a corn “kertilla!”

  2. Jessica says

    Yesterday, my 3-year old got to dress up in her Halloween outfit for pre-school. She was Strawberry Shortcake, so I painted a few freckles on her nose. She says, “WOW, Mommy! I have sprinkles on my nose like the donuts at the donut shop!.”

  3. says

    I “talk” to little nieces and nephews on the phone too. I always wonder, when they put the phone up to their ear, what are they expecting it to *do,* because they are obviously expecting something that doesn’t happen. I suspect they are baffled with mom’s fascination with this toy that doesn’t do anything.

  4. Jessilev says

    Lots of cute coats out there…..I always have to ask myself though….Will it get cold enough in MS to get my $$$ worth out of it- Unfortunately, it never got cold enough for anything heavier than a north face or a hoodie last year! Then we went to NYC for Christmas and it was HOT up there! So, I never wore any of my cute coats last year! Ughhhh…..

  5. katie says

    Oh, that reminds me! I had emailed you about the literary pumpkin patch, and our school did end up doing one! My kids loved it! They did Jewel from a Lalaloopsy book, Winnie the Pooh, and Greg Hefley from Diary of a Wimpy Kid!

  6. says

    I can’t tell you how much I love that fact that Caroline hunts with your husband. Too bad there is a huge age difference between her and my son, she’s going to make a great wife. Maybe they won’t care. I mean, he’s going to be hot!

    Also, what size shoe do you wear? I think I need to get on some sort of hand-me-down boot plan. Or flats, whatev.