Opposites Attack!....

"They" say that opposites attract. I don't know who "they" are, or how "they" got to know everything, but I'm just gonna go with it. Brian and I are opposites in a lot of ways, but I believe we have grown more similar over the years. There is one area however that can not and will not be compromised......FOOTBALL!!! Oh yes sireee, we are definitely opposites when it comes to our favorite sport! I am a Tennessee Volunteer and he is a .... well....um.....I'm embarrassed to say......Florida Gator. This means that in no way, shape, or form does he cheer for Tennessee. It means he cheers for everyone who plays them. Oh the agony I experience when writing those words! I do have to give him some credit. Since we have lived here he has tried to be somewhat supportive of the Big Orange. For example, a couple weeks ago, as we were sitting in the stands at Neyland Stadium for homecoming, he was wearing a Tennessee shirt! I am fairly certain he did this to avoid being mugged and maybe to get a better deal on parking, because half way through the game he was cheering for the other team! He can't help himself. Rocky Top does not excite him like it does me, and he doesn't think that Smoky is the cutest dog ever!!
Today we will be at yet another game. The Pride of the Southland Band will march onto the field and form the POWER T! It will be a moment so breathtaking that it will ....well.... take my breath away! The boys will take the field and play like there's no tomorrow and I will eat yummy snacks and sing Rocky Top at the top of my lungs along with 100,000 thousand other very smart people! It will be a glorious scene!! There will be one small blemish in all of that orange fabulousness....Brian. He will be sitting next to me, in a sea of orange, wearing black and cheering for Vanderbilt. I will recover from this eventually because we will ANNIHILATE them! They will be nothing but dust on the field when we are finished and Brian will have to leave the stadium with his head hanging in shame. I might rub it in just a little. I might sing Rocky Top all the way home. He just needs to remember...All's fair in love, war and college football! GO VOLS!!

Don't Judge the Candy By It's Cover....

Trick or Treating went very well for us this year! Four kids times 300 pounds of candy each....why that's 1200 pounds of sugary goodness that is now sitting on my kitchen counter! The kids all scored the usual stuff....Reese's, Lollipops, Nerds and even a couple granola bars which of course they gave to me....how generous. But there was one mysterious piece of candy that was troubling Josh. After examining its square shape and yellow wrapper with red lettering, he brought it to me and very disgustedly said, "I can't believe somebody gave me butter!" How precious is that?! I did contain my laughter long enough to tell him that it was in fact not butter, but yet another piece of future tooth decay. He was much relieved, and I went to my room to let loose a rip snorting, hoot fest so as not to make him feel bad! I'm such a good mom....now where'd they hide their Reese's?......