There wasn’t really a whole lot going on around here this past weekend. But when you consider I started my Friday morning by attempting to brush our dog Scout’s teeth, there was really nowhere to go but up.
By the way, it is true what they say. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Or the importance of dental hygiene to prevent plaque buildup. He was having none of it. Which I kind of suspected. Especially after Gulley saw the Doggie Dental Care Kit on my kitchen counter Thursday afternoon and HOWLED until she cried when I told her I was going to brush Scout’s teeth.
P was down at the ranch all weekend because it’s hunting season and that’s what he does. And, by the way, the weekend apparently starts on Thursday from November through the end of January. So it was just Caroline and me until she got a better offer for Friday night and decided to go to a pizza party at a friend’s house.
I thought my Friday night was going to be a quiet affair with just me, The Making of The Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders reality show, and the sound of my self-image plummeting to the ground as I watch them tell a girl who weighs 98 pounds soaking wet that she’s “a little thick”. But somehow I ended up being convinced Caroline needed to have a friend spend the night which altered my plans to be curled up with a bag of Double Chocolate Milanos by 8:00 p.m.
Instead I ended up going out to eat Mexican food with Mimi, Bops and Gulley because Gulley’s husband took the boys to a high school football game and she decided to pass. (As I reread this I feel like I should clarify that she needed to pass ON the game, not pass IN the game. It sounded a little like she might have taken to the field.) So we let Mimi and Bops take us out to dinner just like we were back in college instead of two women in our late thirties. Unfortunately, unlike college, we weren’t able to go back to their house, spend the night in their guest bedroom and sleep until noon the next day. Because we caved to the man and became responsible members of society at some point in the last twenty years.
I picked up Caroline and her friend from the pizza party and brought them home. They were tired and so I was able to pass off crawling in my bed and watching a few episodes of Dukes of Hazzard as entertainment. I’m sure her friend’s parents will be delighted that their daughter now has a working knowledge of Boss Hogg and his attempts to defraud the citizens of Hazzard County. At our house we believe that the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Someone ought to write a song about that.
On Saturday I realized we were out of trash bags and thus we took our lives into our own hands and went to Walmart. Normally I would never go to Walmart, especially on a Saturday, but we’d just eaten lunch at Chick-Fil-A and it was right there. And, truthfully, it wasn’t too bad. I even noticed that the Horizon Organic Milk at Walmart has a much later expiration date than the Horizon milk they’re selling at HEB.
And with that sentence, I just turned into my Me-Ma. Has this kind of minutiae become some important to my life that I not only notice it, but share it on the internet? I am sad for myself.
Then Saturday evening we headed over to Gulley’s to watch the A&M game. Which, GLORY, it was just a nightmarish first half that left me questioning the integrity and morals of every ref involved. But then the second half came and our defense readjusted and we all celebrated loudly at what is hopefully the dawn of a new beginning for Aggie football.
Gulley and I hoped against hope that ESPN Gameday would choose to go to College Station for our game against Nebraska this coming weekend because we’d already planned to be there with the kids and felt like some strategic sign-making and face-painting might get our children a shout out from Kirk Herbstreit. Or at the very least, Lee Corso. But, alas, Gameday announced that they will instead be broadcasting from Wrigley Field for the Northwestern vs. Illinois game. Because six people care about that.
(No offense if you went to Northwestern or Illinois. I’m sure they are lovely schools, but neither one is making headlines for football this season. Oh, but they’re playing at a BASEBALL FIELD! It’s so novel!)
(And I’m a little bitter. Because I’d already been practicing how to write “Gig’em” across Caroline’s cheek.)
Sunday morning, Caroline and I went to church and then we ate breakfast at Jim’s with Mimi and Bops. I ordered the Migas because they’re usually good. But they had too many onions.
Much like this post has too many details.
And so I’ll leave you with this if you are an Aggie fan. If not, feel free to skip down for a few more important notes of interest.
In light of the fact that the Aggies beat Baylor this weekend (Did I mention that?) I feel like the least I can do is give a shout out to one of my favorite Baylor alumni, my friend Shaun Groves. Shaun is raising money so that he can make a new album.
Here’s the thing. Shaun travels all around the country, sings his songs, talks about Compassion and helps release children all over the world from poverty. If he has a new album, more people will want him to come sing, which means he’ll get to talk about Compassion, and, thus, MORE CHILDREN WILL BE RELEASED FROM POVERTY. Click on over to find out how you can help.
There’s a great opportunity to get some great prizes from one of the NFL’s sponsors, Procter & Gamble. Check out their “Take it to the House” program and photo contest, where prizes include a $10,000 community donation to support NFL PLAY 60 and an at-home visit from a local NFL legend! One lucky Grand Prize Winner will even win a trip to the 2011 Pro Bowl in Hawaii. Click over to my giveaway page for details.