I’m just going to be upfront. If you need me this week I will be busy reading, analyzing and watching every single bit of coverage regarding the Texas A&M vs. Alabama game this coming Saturday. Because, as much as I hate to admit this, somewhere in my mind I believe that I can will the Aggies on to victory if I just concentrate on it enough. Like part of Coach Sumlin’s game plan might be, “Guys, we just need a forty-something wife and mother in San Antonio to really focus and read about all the weaknesses in our defense if we’re going to win this game.”
I realize I may have a problem.
But Gulley and I are headed to the game on Saturday because that’s what we asked for this year for our birthdays. Which plays into my other belief that I will help the Aggies if I just yell loud enough from the very top of the zone as I bake in the crisp 96 degree weather.
Anyway, I just want you to be aware I may be a little high strung this week. I may talk in a voice that isn’t quite in the normal decibel range. And I may ramble endlessly about football like I just did for the first 200 words of this post.
But let me tell you about this weekend.
Caroline played soccer. It was hot.
The end. Thank you for reading.
That’s not really all we did but it kind of felt like it. On Friday night we went to dinner with some friends and had a great time, then we headed home to get a good night’s sleep because we had to drive to Austin early Saturday morning for the first soccer game of the weekend.
It was a pretty uneventful trip. The girls played a good game but lost and then we turned around and drove back to San Antonio. And as we drove home a life-changing thing happened for Caroline. We introduced her to the wonder that is the theme song to Sanford and Son. P was fast-forwarding through tracks on one of my CDs and basically mocking my taste in music because apparently he thinks he’s above listening to Maria Osmond and Dan Seals singing Meet Me in Montana. I decided to switch music before he could launch into his thoughts on the Indigo Girls and put on the theme song to Sanford and Son.
I realize this seems like a random choice but my friend Debbi was over the other night and it was on one of her Spotify playlists and the moment I heard the opening notes I felt an inexplicable feeling of pure joy and happiness. And I decided to share that feeling with P and Caroline.
It totally worked. Caroline declared it possibly the coolest song ever and now wants to learn to play the saxophone even though neither P nor I could confirm that a saxophone is used in the Sanford and Son theme song because both of us spent one year in band when we were in sixth grade. I played the clarinet because the band director wouldn’t let me play the flute because my mouth is shaped wrong. And P played the baritone because he was a big kid and his band director felt like he was the only one who could carry it home every day.
What I’m saying is that we were obviously musical prodigies.
And I’m 98% sure that someone is playing the heck out of the harmonica on that song, but I can make no such guarantees about the saxophone. However, Caroline feels certain about it. But before you take her word for it I should also tell you, in the interest of full disclosure, that we were at the grocery store on Saturday afternoon and I sent her back to the produce section because I forgot to get celery and she came back with a head of cabbage. And then argued with me when I told her it wasn’t celery. Which made me feel a little bit like a loser mom because whose kid doesn’t know about celery?
True confession: I’ve never made ants on a log.
Saturday night we broke down and ordered the A&M game on pay-per-view because did you not read the part about how crucial my in-depth analysis is for our upcoming game? Gulley and the boys came over along with Mimi and Bops and we ate barbecue and chocolate cake. But not at the same time because that would be gross.
Then Sunday we had another soccer game.
After the game we came home and did absolutely nothing. P left to go bird hunting, I did laundry and Caroline watched multiple episodes of Penguins of Madagascar. Caroline and I were showered and in pajamas by 6:00 and I ate leftover queso for dinner.
That’s why I was buying celery, by the way. For the queso.
I realize this makes me the healthiest person you know.
And that was our weekend. Now I’m off to go read more about football because I can’t let Coach Sumlin down.