A quick note...
Have you seen the newest shoes this season? HOT, HOT, HOT! Shoe of the Week is going to be updated this week... We'll talk about the "new releases" soon as well as those old, tried and true standbys...
A GOOOOOO Dawgs is in order...the Dawgs took care of Western Carolina (where is that university located - do you know?)...They redeemed themselves from last weekend...
Lots of shockers this weekend - I am hoping for a Bama shocker (can you believe I am cheering for them?)...Notre Dame got pummelled by Michigan...South Bend is a very sad place to be right now - it has replaced Ann Arbor as the most horrendous place to wake up to tomorrow morning....(poor guys -- HA!!!) UCLA -- OBLITERATED by Utah - so sad....NOT! Love it - it helps the Dawgs - we will hopefully move up...Let's not discuss the Vols vs. Gators yet -- I am sooo upset about this.....Discussions will ensue at a later point....
And those Sorry Chickens - they played SC State....The score should have been 99 - 0....Spurrier is going to face a shocker, lose face loss this season guaranteed....
BAMA just defeated Arkansas...WOOHOO! The hogs were #16...I am hoping the dawgs will move up once again...
Okay, the good life has ceased to exist...the girls are home now after their band competition...cranky, ornery attitudes...I am sure I will have more to write about after we have more "conversations..."
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
THE DAWGS WILL RISE AGAIN, camping, the Dixie Stampede, "CHURCH" and neighbors...
Okay, for me this week...life really stunk...
But, my Bulldawg head is hanging high because I am a gracious loser (and I KNOW when we play awful and give the game away and get outplayed...you learn to say "Uncle" and move one...) Imagine if you will, being on a campout with hundreds (yes hundreds) of cub scouts and boy scouts....and KNOWING that you can't watch the Dawgs play the University of Sorry Chickens this weekend... AND, you can only speculate what the score is, the plays, everything...(it was SUPPOSED to be a technology free weekend)....
Well, on the way home from the Dixie Stampede (we will get to that later) -- AM750, WSB, could be picked up on the radio...okay, we're in the car not violating Scout regulations, right??? With Kansas (and Carolina) fans in tow, we listened (CRRZZZEWERWSMAMJOAOWJEND) to the game - that is supposed to represent the static that was present on the AM station...the Dawgs were down 10 - 3....okay - besides enduring the Stampede (great for kids, not for vegetarians...I had a greasy potato and an ear of corn for $30+ --- Mark had two whole chickens, 2 pieces of pork tenderloin, two biscuits, 2 cups of creamy vegetable soup - ok - what happened to good old fashioned no cream added vegetable soup? -- and a flaky, apple turnover with coffee...okay, I had coffee...black) - okay, no wine and beer....ARGH!
Back to story: I had to come back to the campsite all greasy and gritty and sweaty and endure the adrenaline rush of knowing my Dawgs were in trouble....I had to find a TV somewhere...luckily the 12-year-old Kansas/University of Sorry Chicken fan and his dad spotted not one but two TVs in the campground with the game a-blarrin'...I didn't care - technology free or not, I was secretly sneaking into the Suburban to listen to the raspy voice of Larry Munson...Aluminum foil on the antenna to improve the reception was not an option (DARN!)...we were camping "green"...although aluminum foil is recyclable, no one brought it...NEXT TIME - it will be a staple in our "camping wardrobe" --- my antenna idea was "FOILED" - literally and figuratively...
And then (GASP!) I resorted to sneaking up to the canopy of 6 MALE Gamecock fans (ah, it's supposed to be a technology-free weekend....THEY WERE NEGLIGENT SCOUT FATHERS - REPORT THEM, REPORT THEM!) while Mark wrestled with marshmallow-laden snotty nosed, disrespectful youngen's (not ours) AND while other "Scout" parents went off to smoke their cigarettes, curse profusely and take showers...I said hi to said "non-compliant" Scout fathers and they proceeded to greet me with the courtesy shown to other Chicken fans...AFTER, I told them they didn't want to know who I was cheering for (GO DAWGS) ...they were obliging in true Southern fashion (hello? Only because they were winning, right?) It was too much for one to handle at one time....but I returned - after the crackly scores of 13-6...16-6...16-9...16 -12 were heard on AM750...With only 1 1/2 minutes to go, what could I lose? - I had to go back -- I told them, "WE (the Bulldawg Nation) were either losing or going to pull off the big one!"....one man, resorted into a pacing panic...my tactic had worked....Make the enemy afraid, very afraid, of the unknown...I was in pace back and forth mode as well...Darn, after the the inadvertent "kick" my plan was to walk away victorious was foiled, again...But, I am pretty sure I induced a severe case of diarhea and major heart palpitations to a Shamecock fan so all is not lost....I did end the meeting with, "Okay, it may be tough waking up in Athens tomorrow morning but imagine Ann Arbor tomorrow morning...." They all agreed and we collectively agreed (again for me) that "Mr. Michigan Coach" will be on Monster.com this a.m...But darn, I so want a "do-over" game!
I came home to camp after the crushing blow and Nolan, the diehard fan, proclaimed, "I can't believe they lost mom but I REALLY can't believe you broke Scout rules and used technology..." Is that five or ten Hail Marys for me today?....
Camping was great...Nolan was absolutely stoked about it – He got to sleep in a tent with his buddies and no adults….Mark and I got to share air mattresses that were deflated by the time we woke up – it’s always so nice to have to peel your cheek off of the mattress in the morning…Actually, it works much like an epilady or laser hair removal which is not bad considering my face is growing more hairy as I age…And, on the beach, I got to pick up 100s of cigarette butts too -- no doubt, left by our noisy, "Scout" neighbors next door...and guess what? Mark found out we had cable hook up for all of our sites this morning.....I could've brought our own TV, viewing the game alone and avoiding the misery mentioned previously....oh well...for a later blog - neighboring Scout families...NO, ABSOLUTELY NO, branch in the family tree...it was kinda fun listening to a soap opera going to sleep...Mark didn't find it quite as intriguing...
Dixie Stampede -- again, not my style of food...the boys loved it and we got to watch people ride horses (fast!) ostriches (a HOOT!), pig races and then, two of our scout leaders "gallop" to victory for the South (the Gray)--- (Talking about sides, my sides were so sore from laughing sooooo hard!) The victory lap after our leaders' won had me on the floor...the victorious galloper from Pack 108 was so proud with that wooden horse galloping around the barrels...Again, I almost fell off of my chair - I need to get out more....By the way, what did we have for dinner? --- Again as mentioned - CHICKEN! I am sure it was Shamecock! WOOO HOOOO! Go Dawgs!...Of course, I didn't eat it but heard it was really good! There was plenty of pomp and circumstance afterward, mom and apple pie - Dolly Parton singing - the works...and then the phrase, "Who's Proud to be American?" was met with a loud pop-pop-pop-pop -- I hit the deck....oops, it was indoor fireworks....well, noticing the "Heightened Alert" on the security screen at Ripley's Aquarium, I was taking no chances for my protection - I might've grabbed one of the biscuits to protect myself against shrapnel too...Let's just have it on record...Mary lived up to the Boy Scout Mantra - "Be Prepared." I think I started humming, "I Will Survive." That biscuit could've done the trick if the situation was for real.
The Ripley's Aquarium was cool too although I am very sure that the sharks were following me and taunting me just because...(they know how scared I am of them - I'd rather die than come face to face with one in the ocean...I can't even watch them on TV) -- those prehistoric nightmares looked at me with their beady little eyes and lingered FAR too long for it to be a coincidence...
Okay, "CHURCH" this morning....I am not one to question a church service...Getting Ready: I rolled onto the floor - no level change (from the deflated) mattress this morning, got up at 6:45 with the notion that "church" started at 8:30...well the flurry started at 7:30-ish (After we started a pot of water for coffee, the boys were getting cereal, we were loading up stuff and leisurely pulling down the tent) -- YIKES - CHURCH started at 8 - cereal, coffee - not happenin' ...oh by the way, we had to do the flag ceremony, boys in full gear and I was still donning my, "UGA -- 2005 SEC CHAMPIONSHIP SHIRT" with Devon or Nolan's old soccer shirts, turquoise flip flops, my Versace (STOP LADIES -- yes I OWN a Versace item....it's the only Versace thing I own) glasses with rhinestones and my hair pulled on top (YES on top) of my head...I raced into get ready mode and made sure I at least cleansed my face with Arbonne products (incredible by the way), pulled on a whole new outfit (that matched the turquoise flip flops) and quickly ran outside...to Mark racing into the bathroom with a panicked look on his face (he had to get ready too)....he had pulled Nolan together with his complete uniform(Thank you!)....Well, we raced over to the service and to begin, one of the Scouts had a fabulous, heart-felt prayer and we were good to go....UNTIL..."Join Pack Leader So-And-So with "AMAZING GRACE"....Short bit of panic for me (and Mark) but we know the first part...unfortunately, Mr. Pack Leader So-And-So did not...He had no inkling what the word are but "Amazing Grace"...the rest was gibberish....I had to draw blood in my cheeks to stop myself - I was laughing so hard...(I thought, I KNOW THIS SONG...WHO DOESN'T?...THE FIRST PART - at least sorta??) I kept thinking of all of the Boston songs that no one really knows the words to but we fumble through them, right? - think "More than a Feeling"....I wanted to cry "MORE COW BELL" a la Saturday Night Live...It was pitiful...But, I held back -- at first, I thought he had a speech or hearing impediment and then I felt REALLY bad (because I thought that attributed to the not understanding the words)....but then, he came on and spoke completely fine (NOT like when he was singing -- it was clear that he absolutely did not know the words!)...it was almost too much to bear...I was on the verge of excusing myself because my shoulders were shaking that badly...And then, the "sermon" -- a mixture of Lion King references and then Scouts (sort of) and okay, God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit....ah, no, they weren't even mentioned....Mufasa, Simba and ah, anyone else the kids come into contact with ruled.....And then, it was back to Lion King....and trusting others to help them with "tests"....the message was lost...Again, "MORE COWBELL" was on my mind....He told us to get ready for at least an hour of this...I almost lost it...I think we were in and out in 10 minutes (tops!)... (I did say "Thank God" so at least God was referenced once during "CHURCH."
Okay, so we drive home today (after all of Nolan's friends stayed at the beach to do other fun things) --- he got much needed rest, we stopped for a good lunch and then got home...well, courtesy of our well-known neighbors, of course, we had a "GO GAMECOCKS" poster on our van.... and, we were "T-P'd" in Mid-western terms...that means "Rolled" in Athens, GA terms...Okay -- Toilet Paper in our trees....Well, our other annoying, I mean, inquisitive, first grader neighbor came over and asked why the TP was in the trees and why we had a posted on the van....(it just so happens he is next door neigbors to the ones that TP'd us....the plot thickens!) I promptly told him that we had won a prize and that if he rang their (the TP-ers) doorbell more than 10 times a day for a week (15 or 20 is better) and TP'd their tree and left a poster on their door/car or better yet, both, -- within the next 3 or 4 weeks, he too would qualifty for a cool party at their NEW, AWESOME pool in their back yard....I think he has already started....Okay, Spurrier is not the only evil genious now!
Okay....next post - we will get back to UGA's passion about Integrity, Trust, Leadership and Wins...(And despite what the Gamecock fans I met this weekend said, why we wouldn't hire Mr. Redskin Reject!) And DEFINITELY shoes, shopping, etc.
But, my Bulldawg head is hanging high because I am a gracious loser (and I KNOW when we play awful and give the game away and get outplayed...you learn to say "Uncle" and move one...) Imagine if you will, being on a campout with hundreds (yes hundreds) of cub scouts and boy scouts....and KNOWING that you can't watch the Dawgs play the University of Sorry Chickens this weekend... AND, you can only speculate what the score is, the plays, everything...(it was SUPPOSED to be a technology free weekend)....
Well, on the way home from the Dixie Stampede (we will get to that later) -- AM750, WSB, could be picked up on the radio...okay, we're in the car not violating Scout regulations, right??? With Kansas (and Carolina) fans in tow, we listened (CRRZZZEWERWSMAMJOAOWJEND) to the game - that is supposed to represent the static that was present on the AM station...the Dawgs were down 10 - 3....okay - besides enduring the Stampede (great for kids, not for vegetarians...I had a greasy potato and an ear of corn for $30+ --- Mark had two whole chickens, 2 pieces of pork tenderloin, two biscuits, 2 cups of creamy vegetable soup - ok - what happened to good old fashioned no cream added vegetable soup? -- and a flaky, apple turnover with coffee...okay, I had coffee...black) - okay, no wine and beer....ARGH!
Back to story: I had to come back to the campsite all greasy and gritty and sweaty and endure the adrenaline rush of knowing my Dawgs were in trouble....I had to find a TV somewhere...luckily the 12-year-old Kansas/University of Sorry Chicken fan and his dad spotted not one but two TVs in the campground with the game a-blarrin'...I didn't care - technology free or not, I was secretly sneaking into the Suburban to listen to the raspy voice of Larry Munson...Aluminum foil on the antenna to improve the reception was not an option (DARN!)...we were camping "green"...although aluminum foil is recyclable, no one brought it...NEXT TIME - it will be a staple in our "camping wardrobe" --- my antenna idea was "FOILED" - literally and figuratively...
And then (GASP!) I resorted to sneaking up to the canopy of 6 MALE Gamecock fans (ah, it's supposed to be a technology-free weekend....THEY WERE NEGLIGENT SCOUT FATHERS - REPORT THEM, REPORT THEM!) while Mark wrestled with marshmallow-laden snotty nosed, disrespectful youngen's (not ours) AND while other "Scout" parents went off to smoke their cigarettes, curse profusely and take showers...I said hi to said "non-compliant" Scout fathers and they proceeded to greet me with the courtesy shown to other Chicken fans...AFTER, I told them they didn't want to know who I was cheering for (GO DAWGS) ...they were obliging in true Southern fashion (hello? Only because they were winning, right?) It was too much for one to handle at one time....but I returned - after the crackly scores of 13-6...16-6...16-9...16 -12 were heard on AM750...With only 1 1/2 minutes to go, what could I lose? - I had to go back -- I told them, "WE (the Bulldawg Nation) were either losing or going to pull off the big one!"....one man, resorted into a pacing panic...my tactic had worked....Make the enemy afraid, very afraid, of the unknown...I was in pace back and forth mode as well...Darn, after the the inadvertent "kick" my plan was to walk away victorious was foiled, again...But, I am pretty sure I induced a severe case of diarhea and major heart palpitations to a Shamecock fan so all is not lost....I did end the meeting with, "Okay, it may be tough waking up in Athens tomorrow morning but imagine Ann Arbor tomorrow morning...." They all agreed and we collectively agreed (again for me) that "Mr. Michigan Coach" will be on Monster.com this a.m...But darn, I so want a "do-over" game!
I came home to camp after the crushing blow and Nolan, the diehard fan, proclaimed, "I can't believe they lost mom but I REALLY can't believe you broke Scout rules and used technology..." Is that five or ten Hail Marys for me today?....
Camping was great...Nolan was absolutely stoked about it – He got to sleep in a tent with his buddies and no adults….Mark and I got to share air mattresses that were deflated by the time we woke up – it’s always so nice to have to peel your cheek off of the mattress in the morning…Actually, it works much like an epilady or laser hair removal which is not bad considering my face is growing more hairy as I age…And, on the beach, I got to pick up 100s of cigarette butts too -- no doubt, left by our noisy, "Scout" neighbors next door...and guess what? Mark found out we had cable hook up for all of our sites this morning.....I could've brought our own TV, viewing the game alone and avoiding the misery mentioned previously....oh well...for a later blog - neighboring Scout families...NO, ABSOLUTELY NO, branch in the family tree...it was kinda fun listening to a soap opera going to sleep...Mark didn't find it quite as intriguing...
Dixie Stampede -- again, not my style of food...the boys loved it and we got to watch people ride horses (fast!) ostriches (a HOOT!), pig races and then, two of our scout leaders "gallop" to victory for the South (the Gray)--- (Talking about sides, my sides were so sore from laughing sooooo hard!) The victory lap after our leaders' won had me on the floor...the victorious galloper from Pack 108 was so proud with that wooden horse galloping around the barrels...Again, I almost fell off of my chair - I need to get out more....By the way, what did we have for dinner? --- Again as mentioned - CHICKEN! I am sure it was Shamecock! WOOO HOOOO! Go Dawgs!...Of course, I didn't eat it but heard it was really good! There was plenty of pomp and circumstance afterward, mom and apple pie - Dolly Parton singing - the works...and then the phrase, "Who's Proud to be American?" was met with a loud pop-pop-pop-pop -- I hit the deck....oops, it was indoor fireworks....well, noticing the "Heightened Alert" on the security screen at Ripley's Aquarium, I was taking no chances for my protection - I might've grabbed one of the biscuits to protect myself against shrapnel too...Let's just have it on record...Mary lived up to the Boy Scout Mantra - "Be Prepared." I think I started humming, "I Will Survive." That biscuit could've done the trick if the situation was for real.
The Ripley's Aquarium was cool too although I am very sure that the sharks were following me and taunting me just because...(they know how scared I am of them - I'd rather die than come face to face with one in the ocean...I can't even watch them on TV) -- those prehistoric nightmares looked at me with their beady little eyes and lingered FAR too long for it to be a coincidence...
Okay, "CHURCH" this morning....I am not one to question a church service...Getting Ready: I rolled onto the floor - no level change (from the deflated) mattress this morning, got up at 6:45 with the notion that "church" started at 8:30...well the flurry started at 7:30-ish (After we started a pot of water for coffee, the boys were getting cereal, we were loading up stuff and leisurely pulling down the tent) -- YIKES - CHURCH started at 8 - cereal, coffee - not happenin' ...oh by the way, we had to do the flag ceremony, boys in full gear and I was still donning my, "UGA -- 2005 SEC CHAMPIONSHIP SHIRT" with Devon or Nolan's old soccer shirts, turquoise flip flops, my Versace (STOP LADIES -- yes I OWN a Versace item....it's the only Versace thing I own) glasses with rhinestones and my hair pulled on top (YES on top) of my head...I raced into get ready mode and made sure I at least cleansed my face with Arbonne products (incredible by the way), pulled on a whole new outfit (that matched the turquoise flip flops) and quickly ran outside...to Mark racing into the bathroom with a panicked look on his face (he had to get ready too)....he had pulled Nolan together with his complete uniform(Thank you!)....Well, we raced over to the service and to begin, one of the Scouts had a fabulous, heart-felt prayer and we were good to go....UNTIL..."Join Pack Leader So-And-So with "AMAZING GRACE"....Short bit of panic for me (and Mark) but we know the first part...unfortunately, Mr. Pack Leader So-And-So did not...He had no inkling what the word are but "Amazing Grace"...the rest was gibberish....I had to draw blood in my cheeks to stop myself - I was laughing so hard...(I thought, I KNOW THIS SONG...WHO DOESN'T?...THE FIRST PART - at least sorta??) I kept thinking of all of the Boston songs that no one really knows the words to but we fumble through them, right? - think "More than a Feeling"....I wanted to cry "MORE COW BELL" a la Saturday Night Live...It was pitiful...But, I held back -- at first, I thought he had a speech or hearing impediment and then I felt REALLY bad (because I thought that attributed to the not understanding the words)....but then, he came on and spoke completely fine (NOT like when he was singing -- it was clear that he absolutely did not know the words!)...it was almost too much to bear...I was on the verge of excusing myself because my shoulders were shaking that badly...And then, the "sermon" -- a mixture of Lion King references and then Scouts (sort of) and okay, God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit....ah, no, they weren't even mentioned....Mufasa, Simba and ah, anyone else the kids come into contact with ruled.....And then, it was back to Lion King....and trusting others to help them with "tests"....the message was lost...Again, "MORE COWBELL" was on my mind....He told us to get ready for at least an hour of this...I almost lost it...I think we were in and out in 10 minutes (tops!)... (I did say "Thank God" so at least God was referenced once during "CHURCH."
Okay, so we drive home today (after all of Nolan's friends stayed at the beach to do other fun things) --- he got much needed rest, we stopped for a good lunch and then got home...well, courtesy of our well-known neighbors, of course, we had a "GO GAMECOCKS" poster on our van.... and, we were "T-P'd" in Mid-western terms...that means "Rolled" in Athens, GA terms...Okay -- Toilet Paper in our trees....Well, our other annoying, I mean, inquisitive, first grader neighbor came over and asked why the TP was in the trees and why we had a posted on the van....(it just so happens he is next door neigbors to the ones that TP'd us....the plot thickens!) I promptly told him that we had won a prize and that if he rang their (the TP-ers) doorbell more than 10 times a day for a week (15 or 20 is better) and TP'd their tree and left a poster on their door/car or better yet, both, -- within the next 3 or 4 weeks, he too would qualifty for a cool party at their NEW, AWESOME pool in their back yard....I think he has already started....Okay, Spurrier is not the only evil genious now!
Okay....next post - we will get back to UGA's passion about Integrity, Trust, Leadership and Wins...(And despite what the Gamecock fans I met this weekend said, why we wouldn't hire Mr. Redskin Reject!) And DEFINITELY shoes, shopping, etc.
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