Why Auburn?

The alarm went off at 4:20 am for me on Friday. The annual Black Friday sales. I must say the Christmas spirit is slow for me this year. I usually would tell you, I am done shopping at this point. I had other things on my mind this Black Friday...like IRON BOWL 2009. I rushed home to shower and we were on the road by 9. I thought for sure I would sleep on the way down but with two kids in the back seat that was not an option. It was a beautiful Auburn Day and we were pumped throughout most of the game...until the last 2 minutes. And then this face happened.
This picture kinda breaks my heart. And can you explain this to me? Why won't my child nap any other time then 4th quarter at an Auburn game?
But the biggest question is why Auburn? Why do I love Auburn? Why do I drag 2 kids to games in all temperatures to experience it? Why does my heart beat fast when I get off the interstate or in our case Hwy 14? Because of this...
The faithful that stay and sing "It's Great 2 B and Auburn Tiger." They sing it so loud that I never had to hear that Rammer Jammer song. Auburn does have a way of living inside you. It makes you cry when you see the Eagle fly or the team run on the field. Auburn is not about a Coach, a player or a place. It is about a family. And that is why Auburn lives in me.

A little turkey and a dead deer

Once upon a time the little Roach's went down south to visit the in-laws. There were cousins and soccer and puzzles and games. There was turkey and stuffing and food galore. Daughter ate some salad, grapes and 3 bites of turkey. Son ate a roll, some dumplings and of course cake. This year we spent the afternoon with 3 laptops showing each other YouTube videos. It is amazing what some laptops brought to our entertainment. Then I began looking at my sale papers for Black Friday. And I let go and allowed others to touch and even (gasp)hold my sale papers after promising not to harm them in any way. Some of the relatives take the afternoon to hunt or nap in tree stand. Son begs to go with them and this year we allowed. When darkness fell and leftovers began to be reheated and there was no return...I was a little worried. And then the text came. SON HAD KILLED HIS FIRST DEER.

He thinks he shot a BUCK. It was barely not spotted but did have a small spike. He got to keep the tail and the bullet. They did not wipe his face with blood worried he might be allergic! (Thank you lord for his allergies) Husband was so excited he got to go with the same two men who took him into the woods to shoot a deer. They went to the same shooting house to practice. They went to the same woods to hunt. History repeated itself on that day. To Uncle Micheal and Mr. Roy (and Wesley) thank you for making memories with son. Thank you for taking the time out of your holiday to make son's day.

From My Little Indian

My little Roach's wish you and yours a Happy Thanksgiving.

What does your husband do?

I get asked all the time "what does your husband do?" I give my standard answer ...he designs HVAC systems for buildings. You see he is a mechanical engineer and basically that means I have no idea what he does all day. I do know that he spends a lot of the time while we are out looking up at the ceiling and he notices big things on top of buildings. He talks about coolers, chillers, diffusers, ducts and air handlers. I always do the standard "wow, really" when he discusses his work. I have not a clue what he is talking about. However, last week he had a meeting with a bunch of architects, more engineers and some more brainiac people on a federal job. He came home from the all day meeting with this on his belt...
Oh this made me laugh. You see somewhere in the midst of all those brains...someone had a sense of humor. Husband has no idea who put it there or when. I may not understand LEED certification but humor is something I know lots about.

Baby Will

God sometimes just wants you to be friends with someone. My friend Cyndi is that person for me. The first Sunday we moved back home and went to church, I saw her and knew she looked familiar. Later I found out we were at Auburn together. We were Diamond Dolls together. We took classes together. (She is a counselor and I am a social worker) We graduated high school the same year. Went to Auburn the same year. Married the same year. We had our first babies the same year. Had our second babies 3 months apart. Our oldest have been in kindergarten and first grade together. But Monday she passed me and had baby number 3. William Henley is perfect and looks just like her other two. I am so glad God did not give up on us and got us finally to introduce ourselves to each other. I am a better person with her in my life. I am so excited to love on this new baby. (And I might steal him)

Hair

His hair. I now have to blow dry in the morning. He swings his head all dad to cause the "swoop!" I can not cut it. My mother is the only one allowed to "trim" his bangs. I am afraid he is going to get a neck injury with all the swooshing. He also twist it around his finger constantly. I finally asked son what is up and why is your hair so important. Reply . . . the girls like it.

Mississippi and Memphis

You may remember my friend Summer that I have blogged about here. She and her sweet family moved away over 3 years ago to Olive Branch, MS. Karen and I threw together a last minute girls trip to go see her. It was so fun. No Kids. No husbands. The only thing missing was Jaclyn. MISSED YOU! Just girls. I love old friends that you can just pick up where you leave off.

"A good friend is hard to find, hard to lose and impossible to forget...."