Blast from the Past...

I know, I haven't been writing much lately. I'm just too bogged down with everything going on, and truth be told I just don't have the desire to write right now. But I'll get over it.

In the meantime, here's some comic relief- a friend sent me a photo of my friend Erika and I in our senior year of high school, circa 1991. It might even be the LAST day of school from the looks of the black & gold gifts. The pic stirs up two questions in my mind: 1. what the hell provoked me to wear those silly spandex tights, and 2. what in the world is on Erika's head???

Oh, and this is further proof that I am, indeed, NOT BLONDE. lol


And yes, we were dorks. But now in my "aged" opinion all teenagers are dorks, it's just that some are dorks with more money. Somehow wealth lessens the appearance of dorkdom in teen social circles. Erika and I were just middle-class dorks.

Hell, I'm not even sure at what age a person crosses out of dorkiness, or if I've even surpassed it yet!

Hope y'all had a good laugh at the photo.

Sunday Night Lights...

Our buddy Justin joined a flag football league and assembled a team, and tonight was their first game. Hubby and I braved the cold to watch. Actually Hubby was planning on doing some coaching for the team, but since it was a newly amassed team of guys who barely had one practice together I think the idea of coaching plays was a little premature. Tonight was more a matter of them being on the field the first time and just learning the rules.



Which by the way they have some really funky rules in flag football. Defenders must "block" with their arms at their sides, and don't even get me started on the foul for "runner out of control." Apparently the person with the ball must be careful not to accidentally bump into defensive players as they run by, or as explained to us by one of the refs "even as doing a spin move in mid-air" there's no bumping allowed by the ball carrier. So if three defensive guys are standing in your way you, um, just have to run around them. Yeah.

Plus it turns out the refs are strict on "no cursing" even on the sidelines, as Hubby quickly found out, haha. And yet for all their staunch rules the refs obviously are immune to what is considered unacceptable behaviors- the main referee lit up a cigarette while standing midfield between second and third down plays.

Still it was amusing to watch, and by the end of the game the guys were getting better. They still got creamed though by the more experienced opposing team. But it was a learning experience.

Other than that Hubby and I have been busy renovating our living room (pics of that to come at a later date) and we're getting ready for school to start Tuesday. That's the short list of things going on around here, but I won't take the time right now to explain the long list which includes fighting a broken furnace and multiple non-working coffeemakers.

Pfft You Were Gone...

Okay I admit it. I watched Hee Haw as a kid. And now with the glory of YouTube I can pester younger friends with songs they've never heard. And by "younger" I mean crossing the threshhold of 30. How dare they not embrace the classic songs of the upper echelon of hillbilly society!

Hubby and I still sing this on occasion...