I got sick. I'm so rarely sick that when I get sick I'm surprised. Ten days after getting sick (today) I went to the doctor and Mr. Smith is out picking up my subscriptions from the drugstore right now (thanks, pal!)
Being sick means I missed out on a lot of fun. You'll have to check back next week to get caught back up in the action.
But don't worry! I managed to suck it up last Saturday and head out on what was, quite literally, the most perfect day for football and tailgating. I even stayed home all night Friday night to rest so I would be in quasi-tip-top shape for Saturday (Mr. Smith went to FOUR EVENTS Friday night. I never would have made it.)
Seriously. The sky was blue, the birds were singing, there was not a cloud in the sky and it was a night game so we had all day to enjoy fellowship and the lovely weather.
megan, megan and ki get friendly whilst tailgating. please note my fabulous new fall weather tailgating outfit. it's adorable, no? howevs - and i should know better - never wear new shoes to a football game. i've been to first aid in neyland stadium three times and twice were to get band-aids for blisters. when i went in the other night and asked for a band-aid, the attendant smiled and said, "new shoes?" i replied, "foolish, right?" attendant: "yes."
beth and i chat it up. that's bud lite beads i'm wearing (josh jacobs, merry christmas)
Growing up I read a lot of books. One of my favorite series was Little House on the Prairie. Throughout the series, and especially in the book The Long Winter, I was seriously perplexed about how they went to the bathroom. I mean, I kinda knew, but here's this author who claims to be writing about how it really was to live out in the wilderness, but never goes into a single reference on how you went pee-pee and poo-poo. I'm learning from Laura Ingalls Wilder's omission, never fear.
I bet some of you are wondering how we make when we're in a parking lot all day long.
port-a-potties! word to the wise: (listen up, ladies) stash some t.p. early in the day. you're gonna need it. trust me. and remember to work out those quads - there's no sitting on these bad boys. learn to love the hover-abover.
Mr. Smith and I didn't have tickets to the game and were going to head out at kick-off, but Mr. Seth Reagan came through with a pair of tickets. We were very appreciative, especially when we found our seats.
we may as well have been on the field. it felt like we were. thanks, seth!
We were so close to the action, I even held up a Scooby Snack, and who do you think bit?
smokey dog, that's who!
hooray! we scored a touchdown!
when we score a td, the boy cheerleaders do pushups. i really want to make a bad joke about wedgies rightaboutnow, but am trying my darndest to refrain.
Whew, thank God. The moment passed. Anywho!
I mentioned earlier that I may as well have been on the field. Well, allow me to assure you, we have RULES about things like that in Neyland Stadium. And authorities to enforce them!
CHiPs, ya'll. i mean, THiPs. sorry for the poopie pic.
yea! what a fun time!
As promised, here are some of my fancy Santa Clauses.
blockey clauses! these were part of the original collection so i'm not sure of their origin.
this guy i brought in. he's pink! i call him "metrosexual" claus. he's riding in a sleigh my grandpa steinie built and in his lap is a santa ornament my parents bought on their trip out west two springs ago.
what the?! this isn't a santa claus!
ha ha, i fooled you! i call this "here is the church, here is the steeple, open up the door and see all the people" claus.
THIS JUST IN.
Growing up, my poor sweet big brother Clay-Clay had a lot of health problems all stemming from asthma. He spent a lot of time in and out of hospitals with asthma attacks and every time he came home... he'd come home with... toys... To my four-year-old brain:
hospital+sick=TOYS
The first time I got a really bad cut from a broken storm door my mother said I instantly stopped crying when the hospital was mentioned. We went (no stitches, still have the scar) and all I got was a lousy Coke. My brother said it didn't count because I wasn't taken upstairs.
My parents eventually figured out I had this mythical impression of the hospital. Clay was sick and at Children's in downtown Knoxville, and I so clearly remember my father taking me to K-Mart by West Town Mall and letting me pick out a doll. Did I mention that I have the best parents IN THE WORLD? If I haven't, allow me to assure you: I do.
Anyway, if you recall, I am sick and this afternoon when Dr. Stockton subscribed my medicine, he asked if I was familiar with inhalers.
GASP.
I have never had an inhaler! But I am familiar with inhalers! I grew up around inhalers, I-I-I-I - I know what they are and all and I know how they work and stuff, and yeah, inhaler, inhaler, inhaler!!!
CLAY-CLAY! GUESS WHAT!
i got my first inhaler! does it count?
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