I love my redneck roots. I really do. To wit:
only in knoxville, tenn. would this resonate with a congregation. i'm willing to bet it did.
my husband has an affinity for bob becker. i'm willing to bet he's not the only one.
my father can paint his own camouflage. i'm willing to bet someone else does this too.
he also named his boat after his wife, my mother. i'm willing to bet this is not the only "queen *enter wife's name here*."
even if mama thought that was a romantic gesture - allow me to reveal: he actually named the boat after Murphy's Law. this is on the bottom of the boat where mama cannot find it. he's not the only one right? RIGHT?
But before I get all high and mighty - I had a girlfriend come over for a visit and she got a bit peckish. Despite the fact that I'd been to the grocery store mere hours before she came calling, I had no snacks in the house except for some hummus left over from our beach trip in July and some pizza dough I'd made and not used. I made breadsticks out of the dough with it for the hummus.
you might be a redneck if you serve your friends expired food and invention breadsticks. oh well. i come by it honest.
In case you thought my grief over Miss Sadie vanished overnight, let me assure you: it did NOT. On Friday morning, I woke up with the boo-hoo's and went out to the Museum of Appalachia to visit with Dipsey Doodle instead of going to work. (Actually, I ran into work in my PJs at 7 AM to grab my laptop so I could do a smidge of boo-hoo work at home and scared a woman in my office to death. That was kinda funny. I had to explain my dead cat, PJs, and my hair still up in the nighty-night 'do... she was amused.)
In any event, Daddy was up at the Museum selling books as part of their Fall Homecoming. If you'll recall correctly, I love me some Museum of Appalachia, as evidenced here. Dipsey and I had a nice lunch, a nice visit - and lo and behold! Who do I meet but Mr. Log Splitter himself!
four score and seven hours ago this photo was taken
The next day was time to suck it up and tailgate, and I DID, but I was still sad. Just ask Tommy - I cried for the first two quarters. Rather, ask the shoulder of Tommy's jacket. He was too in shock that we won against Georgia to be much comfort. (Kidding! He was totes sweet.)
But, in any event - we had our Very Own Parking Pass for this game, so we showed up in style in order to impress. Here we are erecting our *cough*the mowrer's*cough* tent:
ok what? section three goes in four, but is connected to five? why are there four threes? can you stretch this a bit further my way? NO - too far! too far!
um, jeez it's drizzling, can we get a move on? where's the directions? OH NO did beer spill on them? ok, keep going... can you call matt and see if he can tell us how this goes? section three goes where again?
whew, thank heavens... that was about to get embarrassing....
whew. i'm exhausted after all that. and sad.
in the game, i noticed the last wound sadie would ever give me. i was really blue.
What to do, what to do.... Oh! I know! Crapola food is always good when you're sad!
a hot dog. i thought i'd be healthy and eat my nitrates on a whole wheat bun. word to the wise: don't bother.
corn chips and queso are a much better crapola choice when it comes to comfort food
here i am! back on top of the world!
georgia fans, georgia fans, georgia fans! these just aren't ANY georgia fans, they're shon and chris gilmore's family! yea! welcome to knoxville!!
shon's cutie pie mama and cutie pie shon + 1.
Inside the stadium, we sit behind the messiest little girls, but it was ok because they kept cracking me up. First, they spilled popcorn:
a sacrilege to a card-carrying popcorn lover
then a sprite. the sprite and the popcorn mixed. i was wearing flip flops. you do the math. eh, who cares... i really did keep cracking up when they would elbow food on my lap.
At half-time, the PA announced that the UT band would perform their Circle Drill, to which I shouted: "OH BOY, OH BOY OH BOY!!" (I loves me some Circle Drill)
To which Mr. Smith responded: "Nerd!"
I took it in stride.
circle drill in the hizzy! seriously, i think it's totes cool. i'm fascinated! HOW DO THEY DO THAT? tommy's the nerd, not me.
this is what it looks like when we win. yippee!! it happens so rarely i did, in fact, take a picture. look how excited those boys are!
Next we went to the Mowrers for the yummiest supper, and I held Rowdy!
he's bendy
aw! cute! tommy was scared he would hurt him.
lottie's not! she's like bob becker!!
Being a mother of two is a piece of cake for Jenny, see?
and see how supportive i am? gug gug gug!!!
here we all are! da ladies plus rowdy!!!
On Monday, Auntie Lianne and Uncle Ronny flew into town to put on the Laramie Project: Ten Years Later. Auntie directed and Uncle read. I'm so proud of them!
But before we went to the reading, the children came to supper! They loved it!
"mmm! chicken!" says lucy
"mmm! cookie!" says max.
omg, omg, omg, i am famous by association. check. it. out. the program with auntie lianne's and uncle ronny's names in it!!
here we all are at the reading. front row joe's we are!
this was cool - the reading was held in about 130 theaters across the world but web cast at certain parts to NYC as well. looking at this, the screen to the webcast opened up to the exact same setup in NYC. we're so cosmopolitan in knoxville, i just can't stand it.
That's all the news to report this week, folks. Thanks to everyone for the love about Sadie. We are hanging in there and I promise 100% fun posts soon to come! This weekend Mr. Smith and I are headed to Spartanburg, SC for Tabby and JP's nuptials (oh! see the end of the Museum of Appalachia link above! What a great segue!) and I'm off to The Big Easy the weekend after. Despite the downers every now and again, I can't stop the good stuff from comin'! (but gosh, why in the world would I want to?)
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