The indians....
Sunday, October 31, 2010
And So It Comes to an End
Phew. 31 straight days of posting - that was kinda hard! I don't know how these popular daily blogger people do it - constantly coming up with a new topic, having the brain function to sit down and spew out something witty and not offend anyone while doing so (ok, so some of them may offend, but they probably don't care that they offend).
I was glad to do it though - it's good for us to become aware of things that other people are looking straight in the eye and tackling head on because it's a part of their life. They do so with grace and they teach those that are around them a lot through their experiences. It's good that God gave us each other to learn from and lean on.
Tonight is the Fall Festival at our church - I'm kinda coordinating it, but it's not a huge feat. We're keeping it very simple this year and for that I'm very thankful.
Huston has changed his mind about a costume.... again. There's no going back now. He's going to be a police man - which sounds easy enough, but in reality the only police man costumes out there these days are the SWAT team/mega force/military police garb. I was thinking more along the lines of Andy Griffith. I want my kid to be handing out parking tickets not capturing drug lords. But we've pieced things together the best that we can and I think he'll look just fine.
Well, I'll post pics of them later. You may not hear from me for awhile - you and I both probably need the break! :)
I was glad to do it though - it's good for us to become aware of things that other people are looking straight in the eye and tackling head on because it's a part of their life. They do so with grace and they teach those that are around them a lot through their experiences. It's good that God gave us each other to learn from and lean on.
Tonight is the Fall Festival at our church - I'm kinda coordinating it, but it's not a huge feat. We're keeping it very simple this year and for that I'm very thankful.
Huston has changed his mind about a costume.... again. There's no going back now. He's going to be a police man - which sounds easy enough, but in reality the only police man costumes out there these days are the SWAT team/mega force/military police garb. I was thinking more along the lines of Andy Griffith. I want my kid to be handing out parking tickets not capturing drug lords. But we've pieced things together the best that we can and I think he'll look just fine.
Well, I'll post pics of them later. You may not hear from me for awhile - you and I both probably need the break! :)
Saturday, October 30, 2010
The Only Thing Good About Nebraska...
is the little girl that shares it's name.
That college football team called Nebraska? They're yucky.
I still think our Tigers are better.
That college football team called Nebraska? They're yucky.
I still think our Tigers are better.
Friday, October 29, 2010
31 for 21: Wrapping Up
I only have a few more days of posts before the month of October is complete. Looking back I should have just linked to RK most every day so you would read her posts - I certainly am aware that all are tired of listening to me (don't worry, I'll give you a rest come November :)
I am linking you up with RK today tho... and she has linked up to another mom and they are both talking about an issue that I believe stands in the way of everyone just relaxing and getting to know any person or any family with "special needs".... that we on the outside are afraid that we'll "say the wrong thing."
In our world of politically correctness and the push for tolerance in everything I think we are shooting ourselves in the foot. Yes, we should not be rude to each other. Yes, we should always value life. There is no room for compromise in these areas. But we should always be looking at the intent of the heart of people. We don't live each others lives day after day, we are not educated in the needs of each others families... I don't know what it's like to be you. I of course need to try to find out, but there is no way that I can automatically have this information - there must be a starting point. We need to extend grace and love to each other so that the walls can fall naturally and safely, and RK and her friend express that very well in their posts today!
And when you're done reading, hop over here and take a look at Braska when she was a baby - she is such a cutie!
I am linking you up with RK today tho... and she has linked up to another mom and they are both talking about an issue that I believe stands in the way of everyone just relaxing and getting to know any person or any family with "special needs".... that we on the outside are afraid that we'll "say the wrong thing."
In our world of politically correctness and the push for tolerance in everything I think we are shooting ourselves in the foot. Yes, we should not be rude to each other. Yes, we should always value life. There is no room for compromise in these areas. But we should always be looking at the intent of the heart of people. We don't live each others lives day after day, we are not educated in the needs of each others families... I don't know what it's like to be you. I of course need to try to find out, but there is no way that I can automatically have this information - there must be a starting point. We need to extend grace and love to each other so that the walls can fall naturally and safely, and RK and her friend express that very well in their posts today!
And when you're done reading, hop over here and take a look at Braska when she was a baby - she is such a cutie!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Do You Facebook?
Why yes, yes I do. I was skeptical at first. I hated it when I first signed up... but now I love it because it can be quick and easy to check in on a good number of long lost friends and relatives or my neighbor down the street - one stop shopping.
I've also become a fb (that's what the cool kids say instead of typing the whole word out... yeah, I know... pretty hip) anyway, I've become a fb status update writer. Blog entries are getting harder because I: 1.) I don't have the brain power anymore... 2.) I don't have the time... 3.) The stories I want to share can usually be summed up in a short little blurb.
I have been thinking for quite sometime that I need to start saving some of these status updates over here on the blog... because I don't think fb saves things infinitely and a lot of these incidences are things that I want to look back on and remember at some point... cuz often times, I have silly kids.
So if you are my fb friend already and you are reading this post, skip it... you've heard it all before and I really doubt that we're that interesting. If you've never experienced the kookiness that is us, go ahead and read a few if ya wanna... but just know the main purpose for me putting these on here is to keep a record for the years to come.
if you want to derail your child's long drawn out verbal thought process, simply take your two index fingers and place them up your nose... the child won't remember what he was talking about.
stinkin' stink of stink and stink. I just ruined supper (on top of everything else today)... so forget it! we're goin' out for ice cream...
Huston just asked me if he could have dessert when the boy ate hardly anything for supper... are you kidding me? only I can eat unhealthy things in lieu of supper. sheesh. you'd think he'd know that by now.
wonders what it is about my front door that seems to draw our free-range chickens to forsake the 7 acres and huddle around the welcome mat.
when helping Lillie brush her teeth, as you finish the task, be sure to add "in the sink" to the end of the command for her to spit... yeah, trust me on this one.
if Avery went outside to play with the kittens and begins to sing "Super Kitty!," odds are you'll need to go out to intervene... just a general rule of thumb.
I fell victim to one of the classic blunders: never leave your drink alone with a 2 year old and only slightly less well known: never allow your son to be 6.
Avery just told me, "When I grow up, I'm gonna run fast and help people. I'll bring them a rope... or a string... or a barrel of monkeys." Comforting to know that he'll be prepared.
Lillie just declared herself a "cutie pie" and all the brothers agreed with her... a monster is being created. *sigh*
a good sign that you are raising a "country girl" is when your daughter's frilly ballerina tutu is filled with stick-tights.
is feeling really redneck... the woodstove guy came to deliver a part while I was standing outside covered in fish scales cleaning fish. ugh. at least all children were clothed and not peeing anywhere or shooting each other.
according to Huston's homework 0+0="nufing" hmmmm... thinking we need to review the existence of the number 0
I have decided to invent my own child translator. For example, when my 8 year old whines about having to do a job, he is actually saying, "Thank you mom for giving me tasks that will teach me to be tough and ready for the real world. You're the best." (btw, that "you're the best" part is at the end of all translations...)
While sitting down to dinner everyone was enjoying idle chit-chat when Avery says, "It's so nice when the neighbors come and throw dirt at us." Wasn't aware of that ever occuring... wishful thinking on his part I guess.
While I was cooking dinner tonight, Avery came in from playing outside and asked, "Mom, do you have a gun in the kitchen? I need to go shoot Isaiah." I had no comeback to that...
found out tonight that crows aren't the only ones who get the crap scared out of them by the strategic placing of a scarecrow. Thank you neighbor. sheesh.
Avery is requesting to watch "coyote and runrover" this morning...
I snitched a few Cheetohs off of Avery's plate at lunch, he caught me and said in a very sweet tone, "Aww... are you sharing my Cheetohs?" Such a gracious victim... almost made me feel guilty for stealing them... almost.
overheard conversation between Avery and Lillie: "Hey Lillie, ya remember... ya love me?" "Yeeeeaaaaah, Aaahvry"
was cutting apples for a dessert I'm making and Avery was sitting beside me keeping me company. He took an apple and held it up to his ear and said, "Hey mom! I can hear the ocean!" Such a silly boy.
was very entertained when Avery began his latest tattle with "Ummm mom. Once upon a time, Isaiah and Huston...." It seemed to make it a bit more bearable to listen to.
Avery, did you poke Huston with your pencil? "Uhhhh, I got a pencil.... cuz Huston took out his, uhhh, pocket knife... and tried to kill me...." *said while avoiding eye contact* I laughed and then I sent him to his room.
must confess I just hid in the van so I could eat a candybar without having to share it with the kids... I'm sure they would much rather have an apple... I needed more than they did... really.
the brothers just taught Lillie a valuable lesson in regards to emptying the dishwasher... you don't lick the silverware as you put them away. She was offended and there were tears but I'm thankful my boys were committed to proper procedure.
Avery is teaching Lillie the names of the Presidents that are found on Mt. Rushmore.... he said to her, "Look Lillie, this is George Washington... he says, 'Hey! I'm a man on a big rock!'" Such a great history teacher, that one.
Lillie is innocently taunting her older brothers by unintentionally referring to their current hero, Davy Crockett, as "Baby Crockett"
Lillie proudly helped me feed the chickens before heading inside to help me with supper... but she stopped in her tracks when I answered her question of what we were making with "chicken and rice"... she peered out the window overlooking the hen house and whispered, "We eat chickens?" Traumatic event #37 in my role of motherhood. Ooops.
I've also become a fb (that's what the cool kids say instead of typing the whole word out... yeah, I know... pretty hip) anyway, I've become a fb status update writer. Blog entries are getting harder because I: 1.) I don't have the brain power anymore... 2.) I don't have the time... 3.) The stories I want to share can usually be summed up in a short little blurb.
I have been thinking for quite sometime that I need to start saving some of these status updates over here on the blog... because I don't think fb saves things infinitely and a lot of these incidences are things that I want to look back on and remember at some point... cuz often times, I have silly kids.
So if you are my fb friend already and you are reading this post, skip it... you've heard it all before and I really doubt that we're that interesting. If you've never experienced the kookiness that is us, go ahead and read a few if ya wanna... but just know the main purpose for me putting these on here is to keep a record for the years to come.
if you want to derail your child's long drawn out verbal thought process, simply take your two index fingers and place them up your nose... the child won't remember what he was talking about.
stinkin' stink of stink and stink. I just ruined supper (on top of everything else today)... so forget it! we're goin' out for ice cream...
Huston just asked me if he could have dessert when the boy ate hardly anything for supper... are you kidding me? only I can eat unhealthy things in lieu of supper. sheesh. you'd think he'd know that by now.
wonders what it is about my front door that seems to draw our free-range chickens to forsake the 7 acres and huddle around the welcome mat.
when helping Lillie brush her teeth, as you finish the task, be sure to add "in the sink" to the end of the command for her to spit... yeah, trust me on this one.
if Avery went outside to play with the kittens and begins to sing "Super Kitty!," odds are you'll need to go out to intervene... just a general rule of thumb.
I fell victim to one of the classic blunders: never leave your drink alone with a 2 year old and only slightly less well known: never allow your son to be 6.
Avery just told me, "When I grow up, I'm gonna run fast and help people. I'll bring them a rope... or a string... or a barrel of monkeys." Comforting to know that he'll be prepared.
Lillie just declared herself a "cutie pie" and all the brothers agreed with her... a monster is being created. *sigh*
a good sign that you are raising a "country girl" is when your daughter's frilly ballerina tutu is filled with stick-tights.
is feeling really redneck... the woodstove guy came to deliver a part while I was standing outside covered in fish scales cleaning fish. ugh. at least all children were clothed and not peeing anywhere or shooting each other.
according to Huston's homework 0+0="nufing" hmmmm... thinking we need to review the existence of the number 0
I have decided to invent my own child translator. For example, when my 8 year old whines about having to do a job, he is actually saying, "Thank you mom for giving me tasks that will teach me to be tough and ready for the real world. You're the best." (btw, that "you're the best" part is at the end of all translations...)
While sitting down to dinner everyone was enjoying idle chit-chat when Avery says, "It's so nice when the neighbors come and throw dirt at us." Wasn't aware of that ever occuring... wishful thinking on his part I guess.
While I was cooking dinner tonight, Avery came in from playing outside and asked, "Mom, do you have a gun in the kitchen? I need to go shoot Isaiah." I had no comeback to that...
found out tonight that crows aren't the only ones who get the crap scared out of them by the strategic placing of a scarecrow. Thank you neighbor. sheesh.
Avery is requesting to watch "coyote and runrover" this morning...
I snitched a few Cheetohs off of Avery's plate at lunch, he caught me and said in a very sweet tone, "Aww... are you sharing my Cheetohs?" Such a gracious victim... almost made me feel guilty for stealing them... almost.
overheard conversation between Avery and Lillie: "Hey Lillie, ya remember... ya love me?" "Yeeeeaaaaah, Aaahvry"
was cutting apples for a dessert I'm making and Avery was sitting beside me keeping me company. He took an apple and held it up to his ear and said, "Hey mom! I can hear the ocean!" Such a silly boy.
was very entertained when Avery began his latest tattle with "Ummm mom. Once upon a time, Isaiah and Huston...." It seemed to make it a bit more bearable to listen to.
Avery, did you poke Huston with your pencil? "Uhhhh, I got a pencil.... cuz Huston took out his, uhhh, pocket knife... and tried to kill me...." *said while avoiding eye contact* I laughed and then I sent him to his room.
must confess I just hid in the van so I could eat a candybar without having to share it with the kids... I'm sure they would much rather have an apple... I needed more than they did... really.
the brothers just taught Lillie a valuable lesson in regards to emptying the dishwasher... you don't lick the silverware as you put them away. She was offended and there were tears but I'm thankful my boys were committed to proper procedure.
Avery is teaching Lillie the names of the Presidents that are found on Mt. Rushmore.... he said to her, "Look Lillie, this is George Washington... he says, 'Hey! I'm a man on a big rock!'" Such a great history teacher, that one.
Lillie is innocently taunting her older brothers by unintentionally referring to their current hero, Davy Crockett, as "Baby Crockett"
Lillie proudly helped me feed the chickens before heading inside to help me with supper... but she stopped in her tracks when I answered her question of what we were making with "chicken and rice"... she peered out the window overlooking the hen house and whispered, "We eat chickens?" Traumatic event #37 in my role of motherhood. Ooops.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Halloween
It's just a few days away and I don't have everyone's costume figured out yet. I mean, I know what they are going to dress up as... but I just don't have all the little details worked out.
Isaiah wants to be a WW2 soldier. Oh yeah, that's simple. At first I basically thought he'd wear his camo pants and we'd get him a green shirt to go with them and that would be that - but soldiers didn't really wear camo in WW2. So my latest plan is to go to an antique store and see what we can find to help the kid out... but he may just have to settle with a generic soldier (who's gonna know anyway, besides him).
Huston wanted to be a ninja. Wherever did that come from?? Anyway I have a friend that had a homemade ninja costume that her son wore a few years ago. It's a great costume... all black... with a hood thingy. I know for fact that Huston isn't gonna wear the hood thingy... without the hood he just looks like a little boy dressed in all black. So I think I've convinced him to be a cowboy, because...
Avery and Lillie are going to be Indians. Once again my friend pulled through with Indian costumes for both of my little ones. They are really cute. So the kids have been collecting chicken feathers lately (a few of our chickens are molting) so I need to make them a headband and figure out some faux moccasins (maybe).
I need to find Huston some cowboy looking material - he has a holster, some boots, and a hat... maybe if I can find him some chaps the whole thing will pull together. And who knows what we will end up doingwith for Isaiah.
It will be a fun night regardless. Yes I said it, and I'm a Christian to boot - Halloween can be fun! To claim that celebrating Halloween is a way of going against Christ is like saying that an atheist follows God because he eats turkey on Thanksgiving. It's the intent behind the celebration. We're going to be bringing glory to God by outreaching to the community around us and providing fellowship with the believers. So if you can find a costume, wear it! God can redeem more than just people, He can redeem holidays too.
Isaiah wants to be a WW2 soldier. Oh yeah, that's simple. At first I basically thought he'd wear his camo pants and we'd get him a green shirt to go with them and that would be that - but soldiers didn't really wear camo in WW2. So my latest plan is to go to an antique store and see what we can find to help the kid out... but he may just have to settle with a generic soldier (who's gonna know anyway, besides him).
Huston wanted to be a ninja. Wherever did that come from?? Anyway I have a friend that had a homemade ninja costume that her son wore a few years ago. It's a great costume... all black... with a hood thingy. I know for fact that Huston isn't gonna wear the hood thingy... without the hood he just looks like a little boy dressed in all black. So I think I've convinced him to be a cowboy, because...
Avery and Lillie are going to be Indians. Once again my friend pulled through with Indian costumes for both of my little ones. They are really cute. So the kids have been collecting chicken feathers lately (a few of our chickens are molting) so I need to make them a headband and figure out some faux moccasins (maybe).
I need to find Huston some cowboy looking material - he has a holster, some boots, and a hat... maybe if I can find him some chaps the whole thing will pull together. And who knows what we will end up doing
It will be a fun night regardless. Yes I said it, and I'm a Christian to boot - Halloween can be fun! To claim that celebrating Halloween is a way of going against Christ is like saying that an atheist follows God because he eats turkey on Thanksgiving. It's the intent behind the celebration. We're going to be bringing glory to God by outreaching to the community around us and providing fellowship with the believers. So if you can find a costume, wear it! God can redeem more than just people, He can redeem holidays too.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Oh Lillie.
Lillie is curled up in my lap laying her head on my chest. "Lillie, you know what it's time for?"
"What?"
"It's rest time. Time for your nap."
"I'll clean up lincoln logs."
"No. It's nap time."
"I watch a movie."
"No. It's nap time."
"I go on the potty."
Heard in the background... Avery asks, "How do you spell 'bomb'?"
Without skipping a beat Lillie yells out, "E-I-L, Avery! E-I-L!"
"You can't spell, Lillie. It's time to take a nap." I carry her to her bed and lay her down.
"I need my blankie."
"Here it is."
"K. Goodnight mom. See ya later."
Right now she's singing to herself in bed. That's our Lillie.
**UPDATE** She never did go to sleep.
"What?"
"It's rest time. Time for your nap."
"I'll clean up lincoln logs."
"No. It's nap time."
"I watch a movie."
"No. It's nap time."
"I go on the potty."
Heard in the background... Avery asks, "How do you spell 'bomb'?"
Without skipping a beat Lillie yells out, "E-I-L, Avery! E-I-L!"
"You can't spell, Lillie. It's time to take a nap." I carry her to her bed and lay her down.
"I need my blankie."
"Here it is."
"K. Goodnight mom. See ya later."
Right now she's singing to herself in bed. That's our Lillie.
**UPDATE** She never did go to sleep.
Monday, October 25, 2010
That Toothless Grin...
After spending the whole of yesterday worrying and being very squeamish about his loose tooth, Isaiah finally lost the little bugger in his sleep last night... and didn't swallow it which is a plus. I've lost track of which number this one is for him - 5 or 6 I believe... but probably more. My mind is not as it used to be. Just this morning the boy asked me where his "tooth box" was... ummmm... tooth box? I don't ever recall him having a tooth box. He said the dentist had given it to him to keep his teeth in. Ewwwww.... I don't mind pulling the little suckers (he does) but I'm not keeping his baby teeth for posterity (he would). No we don't do the tooth fairy - once again I'm a terrible mother in the childhood traditions category, but I do reward him for allowing his adult teeth to grow and push out his old ones, cuz that takes a lot of work. *sarcasm* He claims another tooth is on it's way out too - hopefully it won't have to hang there until "it rattles when he breathes" - but it probably will.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Whirl. Wind.
I'm tired today. No real shocking surprise, it seems that I'm usually tired. I was up last night (again) at 2am. I don't know what it is about that time but my body is determined to be awake. It stinks because it pretty much means that it will take and hour or two to drift back into good sleep and then before I know it the little munchkins are waking me up at the crack of dawn (or before). Vicious cycle continues.
I ran around a lot today at church. I kinda like those mornings because it certainly makes everything flow quickly... but it wipes me out too.
After church I did some errands - the usual things:
Avery was sitting in one of those oversized big kid carts... the one with the large two seater attached to the handle - so he wasn't very visible. We finished our shopping and it was quickly getting to be time to pick up Isaiah. I headed to the check-out where all the kids started doing their part to empty the contents of the cart onto the table, while I did my part to empty the contents of my wallet. We chatted with the cashier - Lillie always seems to draw people out into conversation. We grab our bags and wheel that big ol' monster cart out to the van... that's when Avery slides off his seat and reveals the big ol' monster shirt still in his lap. Great.
I asked him, "Avery, did you give the shirt to the lady so we could pay for it??" He answered yes but after inspecting the receipt I found he was mistaken. No time to rectify the error that very moment, so we settled up accounts today... a whole $3. My conscience is clear.
Anyway, after the errands I've been pretty much veggin' here at home. Longing for an early bedtime - we'll see. Then I look at the date and realize that 2 months from today is Christmas Eve! Yeah, I'm sorry I brought it up too. *yawn*
I ran around a lot today at church. I kinda like those mornings because it certainly makes everything flow quickly... but it wipes me out too.
After church I did some errands - the usual things:
- took back overdue library books
- returned some pants that I decided that I didn't want after all
- paid for a shirt that Avery stole from Target...
Avery was sitting in one of those oversized big kid carts... the one with the large two seater attached to the handle - so he wasn't very visible. We finished our shopping and it was quickly getting to be time to pick up Isaiah. I headed to the check-out where all the kids started doing their part to empty the contents of the cart onto the table, while I did my part to empty the contents of my wallet. We chatted with the cashier - Lillie always seems to draw people out into conversation. We grab our bags and wheel that big ol' monster cart out to the van... that's when Avery slides off his seat and reveals the big ol' monster shirt still in his lap. Great.
I asked him, "Avery, did you give the shirt to the lady so we could pay for it??" He answered yes but after inspecting the receipt I found he was mistaken. No time to rectify the error that very moment, so we settled up accounts today... a whole $3. My conscience is clear.
Anyway, after the errands I've been pretty much veggin' here at home. Longing for an early bedtime - we'll see. Then I look at the date and realize that 2 months from today is Christmas Eve! Yeah, I'm sorry I brought it up too. *yawn*
Saturday, October 23, 2010
The Weekend of Major... Ummmm....
Hype? Maybe. Energy? Sure. Fun? Ok.
It's homecoming weekend. Living near a college town you can't avoid the buzz of a homecoming weekend. But this weekend has brewed the perfect storm. Our team is undefeated, rated 11th (however they figure that...). We're playing the #1 ranked team, the Oklahoma Sooners - a burr in our side for sure. And some ESPN show decided to broadcast live from our quad - on our campus... some crazy folks were there by 2:00am to get their spot to watch the spectacle. I was happily in bed.
The whole town has an almost palpable energy to it. Funny what sports will do to people. What makes a football game played by college age kids so incredibly unifying? Is it the thrill of possible victory - the idea of defeating another team representing another region of the US - a sort of civilized dual? Is it because so many are connected to the school? It's my alma mater and yes I'm wearing my school colors today when I usually truly don't pay any attention nor do I look back fondly on my college experience. Is it the *beauty* of the game itself? Nostalgia? Who knows.
I feel this energy more with baseball - I could spend my whole summer at the stadium if time and finances allowed... but why? Interesting psychology behind the whole phenomenon of sports... guess that's why folks become sports psychologists. There certainly is a misplacement of value on something that we could more than likely live without (although I argue that if we didn't have sports we'd find something else to compete with each other about.)
Anyway - we're just a few minutes from kickoff on national television (which we don't have television so I'll be listening a bit on the radio)...and if we win I hope the town can handle the excitement. Regardless of the reasoning behind it... Go Tigers!
It's homecoming weekend. Living near a college town you can't avoid the buzz of a homecoming weekend. But this weekend has brewed the perfect storm. Our team is undefeated, rated 11th (however they figure that...). We're playing the #1 ranked team, the Oklahoma Sooners - a burr in our side for sure. And some ESPN show decided to broadcast live from our quad - on our campus... some crazy folks were there by 2:00am to get their spot to watch the spectacle. I was happily in bed.
The whole town has an almost palpable energy to it. Funny what sports will do to people. What makes a football game played by college age kids so incredibly unifying? Is it the thrill of possible victory - the idea of defeating another team representing another region of the US - a sort of civilized dual? Is it because so many are connected to the school? It's my alma mater and yes I'm wearing my school colors today when I usually truly don't pay any attention nor do I look back fondly on my college experience. Is it the *beauty* of the game itself? Nostalgia? Who knows.
I feel this energy more with baseball - I could spend my whole summer at the stadium if time and finances allowed... but why? Interesting psychology behind the whole phenomenon of sports... guess that's why folks become sports psychologists. There certainly is a misplacement of value on something that we could more than likely live without (although I argue that if we didn't have sports we'd find something else to compete with each other about.)
Anyway - we're just a few minutes from kickoff on national television (which we don't have television so I'll be listening a bit on the radio)...and if we win I hope the town can handle the excitement. Regardless of the reasoning behind it... Go Tigers!
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