Before I even get started on any sort of weekend recap, I feel I owe Brett Favre an apology. I could not be more sorry that I decided to be a Vikings fan yesterday. I am almost certain it sealed their defeat because it is a non-scientific fact that any team I cheer for is destined to lose.
(I originally typed “any time I cheer for” which kind of makes me laugh because “HOORAY FOR THREE O’ CLOCK!”)
In fact, if you ever hear me say “Oh! I’ll be cheering for your team!” or your favorite chess player or mathlete or whatever, please feel free to ask me to politely refrain. My allegiance is the sporting kiss of death. The only exception are the Olympic Games. The United States usually fairs pretty well in spite of my loyalty and devotion, but most likely this is only because everyone else in the U.S. is routing for them as well and it balances out my allegiance.
The point is it’s probably all my fault that Brett Favre will have to play again next season if he wants to go out on a Super Bowl note.
So earlier this weekend, before the whole Vikings debacle, I took a little road trip to Houston to attend a Beth Moore event. I had the best time making some new friends and spending time with some old ones. Not that anyone I hung out with was old, I just mean I knew them before this weekend. Amanda and I had the privilege of introducing our friend Marla to the wonder that is the Freebirds burrito and I threw caution and shame to the wind and ordered the Monster size.
And it’s none of your business if I actually ate the whole thing.
But I totally could have if not for a fear that I wouldn’t even be able to get out of bed the next morning.
Then on Saturday I ate some shrimp and cheese grits that may have changed my life. To be perfectly honest I’d never had grits before and I’d totally meant to have Sophie cook some cheese grits for me when we were in Memphis last fall because rumor has it that she makes some of the best cheese grits you’ll ever eat. However, we ended up being way too busy eating multitudes of barbecue sandwiches and ran out of time for the cheese grits.
Anyway, I felt confident that I would love cheese grits, especially when the menu description indicated they’d have bacon, mushrooms, and scallions in them. They did not disappoint. In fact, I think I need to quit thinking about them because it’s bordering on unhealthy obsession.
(This post is riveting. Stay tuned for tomorrow when I’ll discuss what I ate yesterday! What is wrong with me?)
I headed back to San Antonio after lunch on Saturday (Did I mention that I ate cheese grits?) and wasn’t looking forward to the long drive down I-10. It really is the stretch of road that scenery forgot. Thankfully, I fell in behind a gold Maxima that might have been driving slightly over the speed limit and I followed it for much of the trip until it had the misfortune of cresting a hill in Schulenberg, Texas and being the first line of sight for a state trooper’s radar. I genuinely felt bad as I passed my gold Maxima buddy getting a ticket and immediately regretted whispering “See you later, sucker” under my breath.
I was about an hour outside of town when Gulley called me and told me that her youngest son, Will, had fever and she was taking him to the emergency clinic to get him checked out. Normally this wouldn’t have been a big deal, but it was her oldest son, Jackson’s eighth birthday and she was supposed to take seven boys to a hockey game and then back to her house for a sleepover.
She called me a little bit later to report that Will had bronchitis. The doctor gave him some medicine and said he wasn’t contagious so the sleepover could go on as scheduled. I told her that Caroline and I would love to come stay with Will while she and her husband took the older boys to the hockey game because who would want to miss a hockey game with seven boisterous boys? I mean besides me?
Caroline and I got to her house right before it was time for them to leave for the game. Will was a little excited over his encounter with ill health combined with the fact he’d lost his first tooth earlier that day. Which, by the way, annoyed Caroline to no end because she still hasn’t lost a tooth and is convinced she will be the first person in the history of dentistry and the world to have all her baby teeth forever.
Anyway, as soon as Gulley walked out the door with her crew, Will turned to Caroline and yelled, “WHOO HOO! NOW IT’S TIME FOR THE PARTY TO BEGIN!”
Fortunately for me, their version of partying was to spread out a blanket in the playroom so they could have a picnic and eat their Papa John’s pizza.
Let’s just hope it stays that way.