Ugh...this Tuesday has been worse than a Monday. Well, actually, it all began on a Monday...it's simply carrying over into my Tuesday. Not fair. I did enjoy my Labor Day weekend, though. Went and watched the Poteau football team hand Spiro their butts on Friday nite. Was an awesome night for football, perfect fall weather despite the sudden cloud burst that drenched us all. Baby Noah and I hid out under a backpack for cover. Tried to keep my hair dry...it fuzzed up like a Cheetoh Puff anyhow. Ch-ch-ch-Chia! My favorite freshman didn't get to play, but he did look official all suited up in his brand new Pirate attire. Couldn't be prouder if he was mine. Hit Walmart afterward, thinkin' at 10:30 pm, it would be pretty empty and I could get in and out really quick. Well, everyone else must have had the same idea...it was packed. I survived, but barely.
Taylor cheered at her first football game on Friday nite as well. The boys played in Peru, Oklahoma...who knew there even WAS such a place? Not I. I'm actually wondering if there IS such a place. After googling it, I'm convinced it's either so tiny it's more like a pothole or... it's in Kansas. That's the only Peru I can find. Whatever. I knew it was far enough away that I wasn't driving it. I picked her up about 2:30 Saturday morning...she was wiped out! Next game is supposed to be a home game. Her dad and I can't wait to terrorize her from the stands....too much fun! Can't believe I forgot to get a picture of her in that skirt...guess it's the shock of all of it. You'd never convinced me a month ago that my girl child would be cheering...ever. In fact, when she told me she was gonna try out, I laughed....out loud. Made her mad too. I'm recovering but we're still trying to convince Josh that those blue bloomer things are NOT the same thing as underwear. Taylor and I decided that it's really to our disadvantage that he didn't have any sisters.
Josh and I headed out early Saturday morning in pursuit of some bear watching. We found tracks, but no bear. Frankly, I was relieved. Josh can run quite a bit faster than I can...survival of the fittest. I'm never the fittest. Was an enjoyable walk in the woods...all except for the snake and the disgusting porn magazine that someone had decided to leave behind, a loooong time ago from the looks of it. Josh and I had a heated discussion over his decision to NOT remove the smut the first time he saw it lying there. His thinkin was, he didn't put it there, he wasn't touchin' it. I made my thoughts really clear to him quite quickly as I wadded the nasty thing up and carried it out: "If you KNOW your wife and kids may very well walk past this crap, get it the heck OUT of here!". Maybe I used a few more words, but you get the gist of it.
He and I had the house to ourselves Saturday nite. He fell asleep 15 minutes into the movie we'd rented, then woke up 20 minutes before it ended and questioned me 1000 times, "What happened? What's goin' on? What did I miss?". Grrrr!!
We headed out to the Choctaw Festival on Sunday afternoon for some great music and good food. We weren't even hungry until we smelled it all...I just can't walk pass the funnel cake stands and NOT buy one. Then we found these nifty, little twisted, fried potatoe things that you could get BBQ brisket & cheese on top of...we got a double order. The two or three bites I got were good....Josh took those over, I only looked away for a second too. It's just a good thing that all the food stands were up a hill, a steep one, from where we were sittin'....saved me from ruin!
The kids rode the carnival rides until they ran 'em all out at about 12:30. I totally enjoyed the people watching while we were waiting around. Some situations are just too predictable to be any fun tho. We were laughin' our heads off at a song that was blarin' ..."Do the Stanky Leg", wonderin' what on earth such a dance might look like. Then, it happened. Two girls started doing the dance right then and there. I elbowed Josh and nodded in that direction so he, for sure ,wouldn't miss the show. Body parts were threatening to fly out at various locations from low, really low, necklines and all the jiggling that was going on. We fought the urge to just openly stare with our mouths hanging open. Sad, really....these two girls were so desperate for some attention. I knew in that environment, it wouldn't be long before they got what they were lookin' for. The carny boy runnin' the ride my kids were on couldn't get the ride stopped and the kids unloaded fast enough! I just love it when a boy has a girl to show off for...I was amused at the acrobatic moves he was suddenly capable of. Watching him creatively dump all those kids was almost as much fun as watchin' the stripper-esque dance moves the girls had goin' on. Josh and I whispered bets about how long it'd take the carny boy to holler at the more daring of the two girls. I hoped it was fast cuz I was afraid she was fixin' to start tossin' clothes! We drug our feet walkin away, hangin back behind everyone. I'd say it took maybe 15 seconds flat before they were up in each other's faces. After I'd gotten over the satisfaction of correctly predicting the ending, I started the whole, "Just where is that girl's momma anyhow?" bit. Probably the same place MY momma was when I was her age.... :)
Taylor gained some ground with her dad on Sunday whether she knows it or not. He's always on her butt about her clothes, "That's too low!", "Those are too short!", "Get that off!", "You're NOT goin' out lookin' like that!". I try to hold a neutral position...if he's right, I say so. If she's right, I say so. Their personalities are so alike that they clash, constantly. It's exhausting, refereeing it all. She's the only teenage girl he's been around since he was a teenager and since he WAS a teenage boy back then, tank tops and daisy dukes were pretty cool!! Not so much now. I've always thought Taylor exercises some class when choosing her clothing but he flips out almost daily. I often tell him she is gonna hate him before it's all said and done. Sunday was good for him...he was very quiet for a long time after we got settled in at the concert. Finally, he looks at me and says, "I can't believe what some of these girls are wearing!". I couldn't resist, "Yeah, you should be thankful you have a daughter who dresses normally and quit gripin' so much!" Then he said, "ABnormal, from the looks of things." He truly was in shock....poor little, sheltered man. Wish I had taken some pictures of a couple of the outfits we saw...or even the dancing girls. That way, when he starts up again, I could just whip 'em out and shut him UP!!
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