For those of you who receive the J.Crew catalog, please refer to page 39. I believe you will find what we refer to as pinchrolling happening to a pair of jeans.
There’s something about August that always makes me a little excited. August is a big month in our house because we have Caroline’s birthday, my birthday and our wedding anniversary. I know it’s hotter than blue blazes, as my grandfather used to say, but to me it signals the beginning of the end of summer. As much as I love summer, I get ready for it to be over.
Caroline and I went to Target this morning (Oh Target, how I love you, the ultimate friend of moms everywhere) and the aisles were lined with new notebooks, backpacks, pencil holders and new school shoes. It took me back to the days of going school supply shopping with my mom. I loved getting fresh new crayons, pencils with erasers yet to be chewed, clean notebooks. It’s not that I loved school that much, in fact I was known to play sick numerous times throughout my academic career, it’s just the newness, the freshness, the beginning of a new year.
Once I got to college, I loved August because it signaled the start of college football season. There is nothing better than walking across campus and hearing the band practice and seeing the football team on the field getting ready for the upcoming season. It always made me so anxious for the glorious three months of Saturdays where all my friends and I would be in the stands at Kyle Field.
Now, I love August because it’s the month I had my daughter, it’s the month that I know she’ll be going back to preschool giving me two free days a week, it’s the month when the sports page starts reporting on Aggie football, and it’s the month that as hot as it may be, lets me know that summer and this heat will eventually end.
So, welcome back August my old friend. It’s good to see you again.
My friend Gulley has been my closest friend since we first met in college over fifteen years ago. She was a freshman and lived in the dorm (or the “D” as we called it so it wouldn’t sound so dorky). I was a sophomore and lived in an apartment off campus. We were both Diamond Darlings (bat girls for the baseball team at Texas A&M) and bonded over dinner at our Christmas formal where we were competing for who had the worst date. I promise you I won, hands down, because my date was wearing a sweater vest and that’s the best thing I can say.
Together we survived our wild college days, graduated, moved to different cities, met the men we ended up marrying (neither of whom wears sweater vests), and are now blessed enough to be raising our kids together because we live less than 2 miles away from each other.
If one of us hasn’t called the other by 10 a.m. it’s because it’s either a weekend morning so we’re spending quality time with the family or the phones aren’t working. I don’t even want to talk about the phone bills we ran up back in the days we lived in separate cities and long distance wasn’t free.
So that’s who Gulley is and I’ll be referencing her quite a bit because y’all she is funny and various members of her family could be a blog entry all by themselves. My husband’s friends make fun of me because for the last 10 years that I’ve known them I’ll start a story with “My friend Gulley says…” and they’re like “yeah, we know you have a friend named Gulley”.
Now at this point in my blogging dynasty, I’m sure most people reading know exactly who Gulley is, but there’s a little background for y’all that don’t know “my friend Gulley”.