Game Day at Elizabeth's

Auburn played away this weekend so Elizabeth decided to have 10 or so families over to watch the game... BRAVE, don't cha think??? The kids were actually great, and I had so much fun watching Jacob actually play with Reese. Up until this point, he's sort of just played on his own. Now that he's 3, he likes to play WITH other kids and I'm loving watching him become a big boy! With 20 or so kids it was pretty wild, and the game was AWFUL!!! But we did win and I guess that's all that really matters, right???

Some of the gang watching Auburn play like they were back in high school!

Heather & Holly

Tamara & Emma Clair

Our wacko children!!!

Macy & me

Reese & Jacob tucking each other into "bed"

My little Transformer!

Girls Night Out

So last night was supposed to be Movie & Dinner night with the girls. I say "supposed to" because our plans went awry when the projector was broken at the movie theater and we had to leave. Disappointed, we soon turned that frown upside down and decided to go to Amsterdam instead. I guess you could say we turned "Thirsty Thursdays" into "Funny Fridays" because we ended up laughing all night. I'll fill you in on a few highlights...

Here are a few of us ready to have a little fun...

The conversation starts out light, discussing the usual...


Then we talked about Jodi's new braces for a while...
We talked about a few upcoming events...

And before you know it, after a few of these...

The conversation becomes a little more lively as we joke on Joe "The Phone Guy" for giving his sweet wife a hard time about being on the phone with us!!!

Joe, you know you really love us!

Which reminds me... we also oooohhhh'd & aaaaahhh'd over Julee's brand new iphone...


Then we move on to Heather's comment that she all of a sudden realizes that the new shirt she's wearing looks like a bridesmaid's dress... big puffy sleeves, light purple and a little shiny!
I loved the shirt, but she had a point... it did sort of resemble those awful dresses we were all forced to wear a least once in our lives...

And then somehow, again, the conversation turns a little racy. I have no idea how that happens, but I'm thinking it might have something to do with the vodka... we ended up discussing the latest exercise craze (pictured below).... and at least one of us (who shall remain nameless on this public forum) demonstrated her technique!

Oh, the fun we always have! And this time, believe it or not, we didn't talk about either of these...

(Inside joke... Joe, why don't you ask Julee about this one?)

I had a great time, and we're glad you joined us, Kim & Molly! We'll do it again soon! And thanks for sober driving me home, Kim. By the way, Heather, I just stole your slide show -- thanks for putting it together. It's obvious from the pictures I DEFINITELY should have told the waitress to send back that third drink that I didn't order!! And hey, could someone please bring an extra-large powder puff next time to soak up all the grease on that enormous forehead of mine!!!

Oh the Joys of Exercise!

My friend, Stacy, (the oh so hilarious one) sent me this email and I thought I'd share it with all of you. Please excuse the language... I try to keep my blog pretty "clean" but sometimes you just gotta say, "What the hay!"

A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM

If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.


Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Brad, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.

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MONDAY:

Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Brad waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Brad gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Brad was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!

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TUESDAY:

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Brad made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Brad's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.

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WEDNESDAY:

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. Brad was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Brad put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Brad told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other sh#t too.

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THURSDAY :

Brad was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes.
Brad took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny b#tch to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.

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FRIDAY :

I hate that Brad more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Brad wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if
you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the d#mn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

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SATURDAY :

Brad left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing him made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.

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SUNDAY :

I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little sh#t) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend
over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!



Thanks Stacy for always giving me a belly laugh!! I'm going to live longer just because I've met you!! Love ya!!