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  • Thanksgiving past and present

    In honor of Thanksgiving, I thought I would take a trip down memory lane to share some past Thanksgivings in the life of Big Mama.

    1. My childhood memories of Thanksgiving are vague. I think we were usually at my grandparents’ homes and that I longed for the day that I could graduate from the kids’ table to the adult table. Seeing as how my 22 year old cousin was still sitting at the kids’ table, I had longer to wait than I even realized.

    2. After my Nanny and Big Bob bought their lakehouse in Colmesneil,Texas, we spent most of our Thanksgivings there. I remember tons of food, lots of bustling around the kitchen to get everything ready and Big Bob raking huge piles of leaves in the yard that my sister and I would spend hours jumping in and scattering everywhere.

    3. I graduated from Texas A&M so Thanksgivings throughout my college years (all 5 of them) were spent at various locations depending on whether or not A&M and t.u. were playing at Kyle Field or in Austin. I loved when the game was at Kyle Field because we’d all go to Aggie Bonfire the night before the game and then eat Thanksgiving lunch at Nena’s house the day of the game while nursing “minor” hangovers from overindulgence of adult beverages the night before. This was back in the glory days of Aggie football when we knew without a doubt that we’d beat the hell outta t.u. that night.

    One of those Thanksgivings was the scene of the infamous episode in which Nena said that my current boyfriend was so good looking that if he asked her to run away with him, she’d say “Hold on, let me get my purse.”

    4. The years that the game was in Austin, my group of friends would get some sad hotel room that was probably more mo than ho. We’d stay out on 6th Street way too late and then the next morning, we’d head over to the RV where the Kilgore crew would be tailgating. Thanksgiving lunch consisted of a wide variety of foods including barbecue and chips and queso. We loved it. We’d sit around pregame and attach bolls of cotton to our large hoop earrings to signify that Yes Ma’am, we were going to the Cotton Bowl and the horns were not. Have I mentioned that it was a glorious time in Aggie football history?

    5. P and I had been dating for several months when he invited me to spend Thanksgiving with his family. His mama wrote me a nice note of invitation and I accepted. I knew for sure I wanted to marry him when instead of pumpkin pie, his mama served homemade chocolate ice box pudding for dessert. It was the best thing I’d ever tasted and I thought to myself that this family knows how to do things right. Sign me up.

    6. The first year P and I were married, we drove seven hours to the Lakehouse to spend the holiday with my family. It is a trip that will go down in our family history. It included events such as P buying an Elvis clock complete with swiveling hips at the local gas station where a cashier remarked that “Honey, if I had a dime for every piece of Elvis memorabilia at my house, I’d be a rich, rich woman” and Big Bob getting upset that someone had put out his burning pile of leaves and proceeding to drink too much vodka. Big Bob didn’t drink EVER, so you can imagine the effect the vodka had on him. He spent most of the day passed out in his recliner. Nanny was furious, but the memory cracks me up to this day.

    7. When Caroline was three months old we drove to Houston to spend Thanksgiving with Mimi and Bops (before they moved here, obviously). Since I was in the midst of incredible sleep deprivation, all I really remember is that I prayed Caroline would at least sleep while I ate lunch and she did. Also, my sister and her husband drove three hours and were right at the city limits when their transmission started to break. They turned around and drove back home thinking that they needed to be home to get their car fixed. They got up the next morning and decided it was worth the trip to drive all the way back in another car to spend Thanksgiving with us. We refer to it as the Thanksgiving Miracle of 2003.

    8. Last year, we had Thanksgiving lunch at Mimi and Bops’ house, who now live just a mile away. Caroline was in a terrible mood all morning, so I put her down for a nap while we ate. She woke up as we were finishing and didn’t want to eat anything. I carried her into the T.V. room and she laid on my chest, looked up at me and said “Mama, my mouth feels funny” and then threw up all over me. The fact that I didn’t immediately throw up after her is the Thanksgiving Miracle of 2005. She had a stomach virus, threw up for the next 8 hours and in the true spirit of giving gave it to P and me 2 days later. I have to be honest, I wasn’t that thankful.

    Seriously, I am so grateful for all of the friends and family I have spent this holiday with over the years. Each year has its own set of memories and that’s what life is all about. I’m thankful for P because plain and simple, my life would not be my life without him in it. I’m thankful for Caroline because she is the light that makes my life a little brighter. I’m thankful for my family and all that they mean to me. I’m thankful for Gulley who has been making me laugh for over seventeen years. Gulley, you have to tell me when you go off cheese.

    And most of all, I’m thankful for God. I’m thankful that He is the giver of all good gifts and He has blessed me with many.

    You are my God, and I will give you thanks;
    You are my God, and I will exalt you.
    Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
    his love endures forever.
    Psalm 118: 28-29
    Happy Thanksgiving, Y’all!
  • I use the term "celebrity" loosely here

    I haven’t had the chance to finish watching this week’s Project Runway. It is currently taunting me, waiting for me on DVR. I’ll get to it right after Greys’ Anatomy tonight. But until I do, here is a little Project Runway information.

    Gulley called me last week to let me know that her sister Sarah had a celebrity sighting a few nights before while eating dinner in New York City.

    Before I tell y’all who she saw, let me tell you a little about Sarah. She is Gulley’s younger sister by 8 years and she is our expert on all things fabulous. Sarah graduated from the University of Texas but we don’t hold it against her. After graduation, she moved to New York City and she’s so cool that she can just refer to it as the city. She worked for a big PR firm and met real celebrities like Delta Burke.

    Gulley and I went to visit her in 2002 and she showed us all around New York. We went to every restaurant we could think of in hopes of spotting a celebrity. We did see the girl from the movie Simone and right now y’all are saying “who?” My point exactly. She also took us shopping on Canal Street to help us find THE perfect accessories for the upcoming season.

    If we have a fashion question, Gulley will get on the horn with Sarah to get the answer. If we need to know anything slightly “hip” or trendy, you can guarantee that Gulley will call Sarah. She is like our very own Carrie Bradshaw, but younger and without any of the promiscuity.

    Anyway, back to my original story. Sarah is now married and no longer lives in the city but she lives close enough to visit. She was there the other night having dinner and who did she see at the next table? Angela from Project Runway.

    The first thing I wanted to know was what she was wearing and the answer was baggy cargo pants and clunky boots. No big shock there. I wonder if the cargo pants had those little rosettes on the bottom?

    Thank you Sarah for keeping us in the big city loop and thanks for always being fabulous.

  • We will return to our non-football programming tomorrow

    There is a quote by General Patton that is famous in Aggieland and last night as we played Army it was seen on t-shirts and signs everywhere.

    Give me an Army of West Point graduates
    and I’ll win a battle
    Give me a handful of Texas Aggies
    and I’ll win the war
    Anytime I see this quote, it always makes me so proud to be an Aggie. I love the school and its rich traditions. They are the lifeblood of the school and one of many reasons that attending Texas A&M is a truly unique experience.
    We had a great time at the game last night, in fact my throat is much worse for the wear from all the screaming and the yelling. Being in a stadium filled with maroon clad fans was just like going home. We saw old friends, we laughed and cheered, and we sawed varsitys horns off. At one point I became nostalgiac as I thought back to how many times I had stood with Gulley and watched the Aggies play. It was a fabulous night.
    Then the game started. Y’all my Aggies almost got beat by Army. To put that in perspective, Army was ranked last week as one of the 10 worst Division 1 football teams and they came within seconds of beating us. Honestly (and it hurts me to say this), Army deserved to win. The Ags got lucky and were it not for the deafening crowd helping our defense, I think we would have lost.
    It’s not that we don’t have the talent, we do. What I saw last night more than anything is the result of poor coaching. At one point my soft spoken friend Gulley was actually booing the entire coaching staff and in 15 years of watching games with her, that’s a first.
    Coach Fran’s head is on the chopping block and well, it should be. The sooner he and his golf cart get out of Aggieland the better off Aggie football will be. The team he put on the field last night, with the exception of a few players including Stephen McGee, showed a complete lack of discipline and that’s a coaching problem. When they eeked out the last minute win, they started doing cartwheels and making snow angels on the field and basically showing no respect to the Army team that outplayed them all night. They should’ve been walking across the field to shake Army’s hand for a game well played. That’s what Aggies do.
    So for today, here is my version of General Patton’s quote:
    Give me a horrible defensive coordinator
    and I’ll lose some games
    Give me a terrible head coach
    and I’ll run a football program completely down the drain
  • I love you tomorrow, you’re only a day away

    I haven’t even told y’all about the biggest excitement in my week. Tomorrow I get to go see the Aggies play. They’re playing Army right here in town and Gulley’s stepdad, Big Roy, got tickets for all of us. Even better, they’re on the 50 yard line.

    P can’t go because he’s having Lasik eye surgery today and will be wearing goggles for the next 24 hours, but being the concerned wife that I am I made sure that his surgery wouldn’t interfere with me getting to see the Aggies. His doctor assured us he’ll be fine, so I’m going to the game with Gulley and family.

    It is going to be big fun. One of our other best friends from college, Meredith, is driving in from Shreveport with her husband and they’ll be tailgating with his family so we’re going to go up early and hang out with them for awhile. This alone will provide more entertainment than should be allowed. We spent many years in college tailgating with Gene’s family and sufficed to say when Gene’s dad, Leo, gets the pit going there is barbecue and fun aplenty.

    I brought Caroline over to Gulley’s house the other day so that she and Jackson could play for awhile. While the kids were busy playing, Gulley’s husband (we’ll call him J) came home from work and we started talking about all the things we were looking forward to about the game. Watching the Aggie band and the Corps march in, seeing old friends that we haven’t seen in a long time, and most importantly watching the Ags beat the hell outta Army. We were having a great time laughing about different college football memories.

    As if on cue, Gulley’s youngest who we call “brother” came toddling into the room and started dancing to some music. He was bobbing and twirling and all of a sudden just fell over. I said “Hey, I think I did that same move once at Hurricane Harry’s (which is a bar we used to frequent at A&M).” And then Gulley brought up a college memory that has made me laugh out loud every time I have thought about it this week.

    One night we were at Hurricane Harry’s hanging out and Gulley decided to have a seat so she put her bottom on the edge of a barstool so that she could hoist herself up. She gave a powerful hoist only to come to the startling revelation that what she had actually done was hoist herself into a trash can. There was Gulley with arms and legs askew hanging out of what had to be a filthy trash can. Being the good friends that we are, I immediately offered her assistance.

    I am sorry, that’s a complete lie. I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t stand up and had tears running down my face. It was a good 3-4 minutes before anyone in the crowd gained enough composure to help her out of the can.

    As she was retelling this story, her husband J was just looking at her shaking his head and said, “That’s one of the things I love about you. Your grace and delicate nature.”

    There is going to be alot of that grace and delicate nature on display tomorrow as we’re yelling our heads off on the 50 yard line. Good times to be had by all. Gig ’em Ags!

  • If you’re looking for Grey’s Anatomy, it’s on Channel 13

    I don’t know if y’all remember, but a few weeks ago I had AT&T come out to see about getting new television service that included 2 DVRs. They initially told me that the only way it would work would be if they ran a cable down the side of my house, so I politely sent them on their way. The conversation actually went like this, I said, “Do you mean to tell me that if I want this service I’ll have a white cable running down the side of my house?” and AT&T guy said, “Oh no ma’am, it will be a black cable”. Well, why didn’t he say so in the first place? A black cable is a COMPLETELY different story.

    AT&T guy left and I was totally despondent about losing 2 DVRs before I ever even had them. So, when P. got home I told him what had happened and he had a brilliant solution to ensure that we could in fact get our Dish Network and maintain the charm of our home. His problem solving skills are just one of many reasons that I keep him around. We called AT&T back and rescheduled. I am happy to report that we are now indeed the proud owners of 2 DVRs and satellite service.

    However, one thing I overlooked is that when you change providers for your television service, you have all new channels. I have no idea where any channel is anymore, except for Noggin because it’s a necessity. I’ve never been one to remember that a show is on CBS or ABC, it’s just on Channel 5 or Channel 13.

    So my new confusion brings Nena to mind because she will call you and say “Turn it to Channel 25. They are showing a movie about that cheerleading mom that tried to kill somebody. Isn’t that terrible? Why would someone do that? This is just awful, I can hardly watch. Turn it to Channel 25.”

    It has never occurred to her that your Channel 25 is different from her Channel 25 and if you ask her what network she couldn’t even begin to tell you (although with Nena it’s always a safe bet to assume she’s watching Lifetime). And now I find out that I’m not that different. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

    The fortunate thing is the timing of this situation. I have about 2-3 weeks to familiarize myself with my new T.V. channels before all the new shows start and once they start, my friends, I will have TWO DVRs to record them. It’s a multitude of riches.

  • Speaking of belles of the ball

    Last night was Caroline’s big debut at Cat and Dave’s wedding. A ham is born. She strolled down that aisle only taking time to turn so that she could make sure everyone was admiring her. I don’t know where that comes from.

    The two ringbearers walked straight to their mamas, but oh no not Caroline. She went right up and stood with the bridesmaids until it was time for her to come sit with me. She knew that candy awaited so the minute she sat down a feeding frenzy of marshmallows, lifesaver gummies, and M&M’s began. It was our version of the Holy Trinity for the 25 minutes the service lasted.

    Her daddy was performing the ceremony, so all I could think about was how embarrassing it would be if she got too loud and I had to take the walk of shame down the longest center aisle known to man to get us out of there. But our sugar fueled bribe worked perfectly and I got to enjoy the whole service. P. did a great job and I’m not even being biased.

    After the ceremony, they took pictures and Caroline announced that she was “a little bit TI-Red” but we headed off to the reception. She thought it was a great party, even though they didn’t have a pinata. It was an outside reception and other than the heat (good gracious, the heat) it was beautiful! There were twinkle lights everywhere and it looked like a fairytale.

    We danced for awhile, but inevitably our little flower girl started to wilt. Mimi and Bops tried to get her to come to their house, but at that point she was beyond overtired and overstimulated. So, P. and I brought her home and got her to bed about 11:15 and didn’t hear a peep out of her until 6:15 this morning when she decided she was up for the day. Can you say the law of diminishing returns?

    Bops told her at the end of the night what a good job she did and said “I could just eat you up!” and she told him “Bops, you don’t eat kids, just food.” But seriously, isn’t she so sweet that you could sop her up with a biscuit?