Nameless Tradition

   My daddy is a football coach.  He is finally a head coach, at the high school we are now at.  Football is a big part of my life, and I love it.  I have done all kinds of things to help out, this year I was the official "videographer," which means I filmed all the games.  This meant I had to be there every week, but I never would have missed anyway.
   Our school has never had a strong football program, and they were 0 for 10 the year before Dad got here.  this is our second year here, and we are in the midst of turning things around.  This year we were 1-9, but things are better than they ever have been.  The attitude of the players is different, the way the coaches do their job is different, the way other people think about us is different.  This is about more than what the scoreboard says, this is about being loud and proud, believing in yourself and your team, and building character.
   OK, now that I've said waaay more than I planned on, it's time to find out what this post is really supposed to be about.  Last year we started a tradition.  The day after the last football is a big celebration.  We make our first hot chocolate, build a fire, and just have a great time together as a family.  Here are some pics from our shindig on Friday!

The More They Can Wonder

 

I find the whole concept of being ‘sexy’ embarrassing and confusing. If I do an interview with photographs people desperately want to change me – dye my hair blonder, pluck my eyebrows, give me a fringe. Then there’s the choice of clothes. I know everyone wants a picture of me in a mini-skirt. But that’s not me. I feel uncomfortable. I’d never go out in a mini-skirt. It’s nothing to do with protecting the Hermione image. I wouldn’t do that. Personally, I don’t actually think it’s even that sexy. What’s sexy about saying, ‘I’m here with my boobs out and a short skirt, have a look at everything I’ve got?’ My idea of sexy is that less is more. The less you reveal the more people can wonder.

~Emma Watson

Rigatoni

I got hyper last night. 

 

    It all started on the way to Quincy last night.  I was in a perfectly normal mood....until I was hyper.  Don't ask what brought it on, I really don't know.  I don't get really crazy when I'm hyper, but I get kind of giddy, and those around me better prepare for randomness.

   I spent some time in Aldi skipping, and decided I really needed to get surveillance camera.  Then I found the rigatoni - giant noodles.  These were not on the list, but I really wanted some.  I stuck them in the cart, hoping they would get checked out without Mom noticing.  But alas, my mother's sharp eyes found them out, and I forced to return the Rigatoni to their old home.  :'(

   After JCPenney's (yay for new jeans!) we had to get a car part, and at AutoZone I found a fly swatter and saw how much better this certain kind of motor oil is. I also tested the battery in our "wireless car remote," (it works!) which led to running outside giggling to close the trunk.  Overall, it was a fun night. :)