Hail, Dear Old State (And TJ Maxx, Too)

28 November 2010 by

As some of you may remember, I nearly died last week during the Mississippi State / Arkansas game.

Oh, not dead dead. Just sorta kinda dead.

No need for alarm, of course. I bounced back beautifully.

Anyway, since the game against Arkansas was a bit of a heartbreaker, I was apprehensive at best about our game against Ole Miss. The Bulldogs really needed to win if we wanted to stay in the running for the Chick-fil-a bowl in Atlanta, and I’ve got enough years as a Bulldogs fan under my belt to know that things tend to get tricky for us when there’s some sort of pressure attached to a game.

And then there was the fact that the last time we played in Oxford, the Rebels beat us something like 104-2. Or maybe it was 45-0. Regardless, IT WAS SOMEWHAT EMBARRASSING.

I tried not to think about the game too much Saturday morning, and it helped that Sister and I spent a chunk of the day running errands. I had to get fabric for a couple of the little man’s school projects, and OH SWEET MERCY I may just lose my mind with the crafts. Put me in just about any situation that involves cutting fabric, and odds are that I eventually will find a small, private corner where I can assume the fetal position and weep at will. Thank goodness that Sister was here to stand in the crafty gap for me. I can’t imagine what my pre-game mental state would have been without her help.

Anyway, Sister and I were on our way home from the errands when we decided to make a quick stop at TJ Maxx. I don’t have a huge fondness for the TJ Maxx in our neck of the woods because I never seem to find anything there. I mean, I’ll occasionally find a deal, but they seem few and far between when you consider that I could walk into the TJ Maxx by Sister’s house in Nashville and find six red-hot deals within five minutes of entering the store. Maybe my TJ Maxx just gets picked over more quickly? Or maybe it’s part of a different distribution center? Or maybe I’m overthinking the nuances of TJ Maxx shopping and need to get back to the point of this post already?

Yes. That last thing.

Well.

We wandered back to the home stuff, mainly just to kill a little time before we headed back to my house before the State game. And when I turned down the third or fourth aisle, this little fella caught my eye:

Our mascot? Walking upright in a sea of red? At a TJ Maxx in Birmingham, Alabama that never has one bit of Mississippi State stuff since it is always FILLED TO THE BRIM with Alabama and Auburn merchandise?

YOU CAN’T TELL ME THAT IT WASN’T A SIGN.

In all seriousness, though, Sister and I did our best not to assign more meaning to that little Bulldog than what he deserved, and once the surprise of the initial Bulldog sighting wore off, I really didn’t think much more of it. After we looked around about 15 more minutes, we figured we probably should wrap up our Maxx-ing, so we started making our way to the front of the store.

But then this stopped me dead in my tracks.

YES MA’AM.

As you might imagine, I gasped.

It was, as best I could tell, the only one in the store. And while I was standing there trying to figure out what it might mean, WHAT COULD IT ALL MEAN, Sister tapped my shoulder and pointed at something across the aisle.

Clearly the Lord had decided to speak to us through t-shirts. I mean, it was like an Egg Bowl showdown right there in the middle of the casual knitwear.

We stood there for a few seconds, looking from the State shirt to the Ole Miss shirt to the State shirt to the Ole Miss shirt (I guess we thought that at some point the shirts were going to have words? Or a football from sporting goods was going to jump in the mix and the two shirts could battle it out in the parking lot?), and eventually my eye settled on a red tag on the Ole Miss shirt. About that time Sister said, “LOOK!” while she held up the very same tag.

The Ole Miss shirt was on sale. The State shirt wasn’t. WHAT COULD IT ALL MEAN?

And that’s not all. Because if you look even more closely at the tag, you can see two telltale words:

“PAST SEASON.”

Let that settle in for a few seconds, my friends.

“PAST SEASON.”

What happened this past season? Well, the Bulldogs beat the Rebels 41-27 in the Egg Bowl. THAT’S what happened this past season.

Let me guess: cold chills just ran down your spine.

I mean, HAVE YOU EVER?

Sister and I laughed about the whole thing while we stood in the checkout line, but we were definitely still nervous about the game. Once we got back to my house and cooked supper, everybody settled in for the Egg Bowl (Sister and I may or may not have watched from separate rooms, but I’ll save that tale of our collective crazy for another day). We cheered and hollered and clapped for three hours, and do you know what happened?

The Bulldogs won. 31-23.

The Egg Bowl trophy stays in Starkville.

photo by Keith Warren

AND THE TJ MAXX KNEW IT ALL ALONG.

Go ‘Dogs.

Filed Under: Beloved Bulldogs, Family Fun

The Texting Made The Not Winning Easier

21 November 2010 by

I was by myself for part of this past weekend because D and Alex went on a little father/son camping trip. I could pretend to be sad that I didn’t get to camp, too, but I think we all know that that would be a lie. I prefer to sleep indoors, thankyouverymuch, but I was just as tickled as I could be to see my fellas load all their gear into D’s truck and head off for an adventure in All The Nature. Personally I most enjoy the nature when there is some sort of glass partition separating me from the bugs and also the heat, but I knew Alex would have a blast. And he did. TOTAL FAN of the camping, he is.

Sister and I had talked about driving over to Starkville for the game against Arkansas since I was going to be footloose and fancy-free, but Friday morning I knew as soon as I got out of bed that I was way too tired for a road trip. It was a crazy, busy, sleep-deficient week, and a Saturday with nowhere to go sounded like heaven on earth to me. Turned out that Sister was feeling the same way. So she stayed in Nashville, I stayed in Birmingham, and I made sure my phone was fully charged so that we could text away during the game.

The game started with State jumping out to a 7-0 lead, and since I was all alone, I felt free to HOLLER LIKE A MADWOMAN. I was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, so about mid-way through the first quarter I started cleaning our den. There was a point in the second quarter where we hit a little lull and Arkansas was winning 14-7, so I sent Sister a text that said, “Can we fake a punt or something?”

AND Y’ALL – SECONDS LATER – WE TOTALLY FAKED THE PUNT.

It was like I called it into being.

Look!

After that I was ON FI-IRE with the cleaning. Pulled out the vacuum, dusted the furniture, Windexed the glass tabletops, used the Swiffer Wet stuff on the floors. OUT OF CONTROL. By the half the ‘Dogs were up 21-17, and I moved to the kitchen in search of new surfaces to scour.

I AM NOT AT ALL NORMAL.

The Razorbacks went up 31-21 in the second half, but we scored with about four minutes left in the game to cut their lead to three. We kicked off to them, and I sent Sister a VERY DRAMATIC text: “WE NEED A FUMBLE.”

Two plays later Arkansas fumbled and we recovered.

I can’t explain it. It’s a gift, much like being able to recognize the subtle differences in Popeye’s and Bojangle’s fried chicken. And for the record, I have never in my life screamed like I did when we recovered that football. I kept alternating between wishing my people were home so that we could celebrate together and being so, so grateful that they were camping and therefore spared the spectacle of my crazy.

The next minute and a half was insane. State had no time-outs left, but we kept moving down the field. Finally, with 14 seconds on the clock, our field goal kicker nailed a 25-yarder that sent the game into overtime. And my phone went cuckoo in the best possible way.

The recurring theme in all of these texts, of course (besides the fact that my friends are awesome), is my certainty of imminent death. I really wondered if my heart could take it. I thought about turning off the TV, waiting 30 or so minutes and then checking the internet for the final score. It was too much. It was all too much.

In the end I decided that not even the threat of some sort of cardiac malfunction could keep me away from the television. In the first overtime we fumbled and Arkansas missed a field goal. Which led to a second overtime. And in the end, Arkansas prevailed and won 38-31. If I hadn’t been such a wreck during our last possession, I would have sent Sister a text that said, “WE’RE GOING TO SCORE A TOUCHDOWN AND MAKE THE TWO-POINT CONVERSION.”

Clearly that would have solved everything.

But the ending being what it was, Sister and I wrapped up our texting for the night.

A few minutes later, I heard my phone beep or ding or chime or whatever it does when I have a new message. Here’s what was waiting on me from our friend Dave:

It summed up my feelings PERFECTLY. And it made me laugh a whole bunch, too.

Even though I would’ve loved to have seen our boys get the win, I couldn’t feel too disappointed. They played their hearts out, and it really was a whale of a game.

But I learned some valuable lessons, oh yes I did. In fact, I just sent Sister a text about this week’s Egg Bowl, when the Bulldogs will head to The School Up North and take on the Rebel Black Bears.

Oh, I know it won’t make a lick of difference in the outcome.

But I figure it can’t hurt to go ahead and put it out there. Worked for the fake punt and the fumble, after all.

:-)

Go ‘Dogs.

Filed Under: Beloved Bulldogs

Oh My Word

14 November 2010 by

So here’s the thing.

I haven’t posted the last few days because Sister and I have been completely obsessed with the whole Mississippi State / Auburn / Cam Newton fiasco. It’s ridiculous, really. We are certified grown-ups, and the other night we were on the phone at ELEVEN THIRTY IN THE PM talking about the most recent articles we’d read. Madness.

And before you start thinking that since I’m a State fan I clearly want Cam Newton to be ineligible and for us to be right and for Auburn to be wrong, stop. That isn’t the case at all. On the Myers-Briggs I am an INFP – about the highest-scoring “P” you ever did see – and I’m a big-time idealist. BIG TIME. My tendency is to think that if we can just get all the facts and if everybody will tell their stories, it’ll all work out and we’ll all be fine and everybody will be friends and stand in a circle and sing the “Friends Are Friends Forever” song and then we’ll walk hand-in-hand into the sunset.

Because that’s very realistic.

What’s been even more annoying (for me) is that on top of my idealistic tendencies, I HATE TENSION. I DESPISE IT. So what has had me the most preoccupied throughout this whole thing is wondering if State and Auburn – who traditionally get along pretty well as far as Things SEC are concerned – will make it through with their mutual affinity unscathed. (For the sake of clarity: State didn’t turn in Auburn. State turned in information that related to the recruitment of Cam Newton. But that information affects Auburn. And that’s created some tension.) Keep in mind that we live in Birmingham, and every time I pass a car with Auburn tags I feel like I need to duck a little bit. Or maybe wave. Or maybe roll down my window and scream, “WE DIDN’T MEAN ANY HARM – WE WERE JUST TRYING TO FOLLOW THE RULES!”

And then I wonder if I should maybe offer the Auburn fan a piece of candy and ask if I can help out with some errands.

On top of all my crackerjack investigating, I was also trying to get the house ready for company this past weekend. My aunt, my cousin Paige and Paige’s little boy J. came over Friday and stayed until today. We had more fun! just more fun! eating way too much Full Moon barbecue and visiting and drinking coffee and going to the Steinmart 14-Hour Sale and drinking coffee and going to Home Goods and visiting and drinking coffee. It was also J.’s 4th birthday, and we were so tickled to celebrate it with him.

Saturday night I warned everybody that I was going to HAVE TO WATCH the Mississippi State / Alabama football game, and they were all very sweet about it and encouraged me to do whatever I’d normally do when I watch the Bulldogs. Well, you know how sometimes you can’t really appreciate how NOT AT ALL NORMAL YOU ARE until you have to expose your “normal” behavior to people who don’t usually see it? That was pretty much my experience this past Saturday night.

Because here’s the thing: no matter how much I might like to think otherwise, IT IS NOT NORMAL for a grown woman to yell at the TV during a college football game and EXPECT THAT THE YELLING MAKES A DIFFERENCE. This behavior feels perfectly fine and perfectly acceptable when it’s just me and my fellas at home – or when I’m watching a game with Sister – but I actually felt a little embarrassed for myself when I dragged out my football crazy in front of my aunt and my cousin. They are typically spared from my football hijinks because 1) they don’t really get worked up about football and 2) they’re Ole Miss fans, so they’ve never gone to State games with me. But Saturday they got the full experience. It is sure to be a precious memory for them.

I did manage to dial down my reactions to more comfortable levels by the second half, but as I told Melanie and Sister today, I realized Saturday night that I’ve developed some fairly self-centered game-watching habits over the years. I like to be able to move around. I like to be able to clean my countertops / vacuum / fold nineteen loads of clothes. I don’t like to talk. I like to yell. I like to yell a lot. I like to mute the announcers on occasion because sometimes they get on my nerves. When things get tense I like to sit VERY CLOSE to the television. I like to scream, “TACKLE HIM, DADGUMMIT” and “COME ON, NOW, SON.” I like to walk outside for fresh air when necessary.

You can imagine what fun this behavior must be for others.

Anyway, that’s what’s been going on around here. I think I’m going to put up my Christmas decorations this week (I’d offer you a detailed rationale for the decision to decorate so early, but this post is endless, and quite frankly you’ve suffered enough already), and it’s also time for me to get a stack of Post-its and my Christmas magazines and mark all the new recipes I want to try. Thanksgiving is going to be at our house this year, and I’m officially on the hunt for some new side dishes. If you know of any that are especially good, feel free to leave a link or a recipe in the comments – I’d be oh-so-grateful.

And if you didn’t know it already, the Bulldogs ended up losing to the Crimson Tide. All my yelling didn’t make a bit of difference. CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE THAT? But I think I’ve taken the loss surprisingly well. I haven’t even polished off the rest of the miniature Reese’s that are in the candy dish in the den. But we play Arkansas next Saturday, so those precious few Reese’s may not be long for this world.

Happy Monday, y’all!

Filed Under: Beloved Bulldogs

It Wasn’t Pretty, But It Was Fun

24 October 2010 by

I’ll go ahead and warn you that I’ve started this post about six times and have either dozed off or lost interest every single time.

This probably doesn’t bode well.

But for whatever reason, I’ve spent most of the day wondering how in the world I didn’t notice that someone was flogging me with wet towels last night while I slept. I woke up with a right eye that was almost completely swollen shut (silly allergies) and have been achy and sore and sinus-y and drowsy all day long. So basically I’ve been a joy and a delight. A ray of sunshine, if you will.

So. On to happy things!

Saturday we drove over to Starkville to see the Bulldogs play, and a fine time was had by all. Mississippi State has really thrown down the game day gauntlet over the last two or three years, and it is SUCH a fun environment – laid-back and festive all at the same time. It’s a little bit like being at a huge family picnic with 50,000 people, but because of the way the tailgating is laid out, it never feels overwhelming or overly crowded. We love it so much. At one point Saturday I looked to my left and saw big inflatables for the kids, looked to my right and saw a blues duo singing and playing guitars underneath a big oak tree, looked straight ahead and saw tailgating tents that trailed way off into the distance – and I thought, “Well, this is just home.”

And it is. It’s our home away from home.

We walked over to the front of the stadium about an hour before Dawg Walk (when the players walk through the crowd on their way into the stadium), and while we were waiting for the festivities to start I got a little tickled looking at some of the day’s ambitious Homecoming fashion choices. I for one cannot throw stones because when I was a sophomore at State I wore an all-wool ensemble to a game where the temperatures hovered in the 70s, so more than anything I just sat there and felt great empathy for the girls who had decided that the football game was the perfect place to break in their boots with four-inch heels and their sweater coats. Several of the girls had opted for shorter dresses since it was warm outside, but the wind was unkind, and I watched more than one girl walk across The Junction while holding onto her hemline for dear life. Sometimes the weather just doesn’t cooperate with our fashion goals.

We had a big time at Dawg Walk, and the highlight was right at the end when I saw a familiar face coming toward us. A family friend of ours walked on to the football team at the beginning of the semester, and it had never occurred to me that he’d be participating in Dawg Walk and all the pre-game revelry. But there he was, walking toward the stadium with the rest of the team, and when Alex saw him he started to wave and jump up and down. Our friend spotted him and made a point to stop and give him a big hug – and it was about the sweetest part of our day. Alex thought he was the luckiest seven year-old alive. Such a great moment.

The little guy also got to hang out with a very big Bulldog.

Afterwards we headed over to the spot where my friend Daphne and her family tailgate, and it was fun – as always – just to sit around and visit and solve the world’s problems. Alex adores Daphne – ADORES HER – and as a result of that the tailgate tent is one of his favorite places on earth. This may be in part because Daph fixes him plates of pigs in a blanket and sausage balls and Little Debbie Fudge Rounds, but I think it’s mostly because he knows that Daphne loves him and he just loves her right back. Makes me smile.

At the game we sat with our sweet friends The Hales, and I will confess that by the end of the first quarter I was ill as a hornet. We weren’t playing well, the game was boring, and I was afraid that we were in for a big ole letdown. Right before halftime Emma Kate walked down to our seats, and we tried really, really hard to be optimistic about our chances. Plus, every time I would say something about our defense giving up big plays or our offense not being very productive, the seven year-old sitting next to me would say something like, “Mama! They’re doing the best they can!” or “Mama! Be glad that they got a first down!” I wanted to tell him that his mama has a looooong history of watching Mississippi State football games that End Badly, but his enthusiasm got the better of me.

So we cheered and clapped and rang our cowbell, and what do you know – the Bulldogs won the game. They’re bowl eligible for the first time in three years, and we’re just as proud as we can be.

[insert ringing cowbell sound here]

[you’ll just have to pretend]

[I don’t have a recording of a cowbell handy]

More than anything, it was a great day with family and friends (I got to see Wendi, Elise and Tracey, too!). We had a blast (thanks, Barb!). And even though I’m a wee bit worse for the wear (thanks, sinuses!), my heart is full and happy.

So if you’ll excuse me, my full, happy heart and I are going to bed. After all, it’s been three whole hours since we’ve had a nap.

Go ‘Dogs.

Filed Under: Beloved Bulldogs, Family Fun

There Were Highs And There Were Lows And Then There Were Highs

18 October 2010 by

Last Wednesday or Thursday or maybe even Tuesday (if you can’t tell, I’m not very strong with the remembering), D mentioned that he might drive over to our hometown on Saturday and pay his grandmother a visit. He knew that Alex wanted to go, too, and the timing of the whole thing was actually pretty great because I was having a baby shower at our house Sunday afternoon, which meant that their little road trip would give me lots of prep time.

I love prep time.

Saturday morning the boys hit the road around 9:00, and by 10:30 I was standing in the middle of the clearance aisle at Home Goods (or as I like to call it: MY HAPPY PLACE). I picked up a cute little basket to hold all the remotes on our coffee table (it’s an idea that I got from Nester and another one of the things on my mini-makeover list), and then I headed over to the Walmarts.

Now the thing about Walmart at 11 o’clock on a Saturday morning is that it’s insane. There are no happy adjectives to describe it. You just have to put your head down and push your cart with purpose and get ‘er done, which is exactly what I intended to do. I blazed through the store, got my stuff, and silently patted myself on the back for my Shopping Efficiency. I even found a check-out lane with no wait. But about mid-way through the check-out process, I realized that there was a hitch in my plans. I’d forgotten to get potting soil, so I decided I’d just go back to the garden center after I paid for my groceries and get the potting soil before I left. Not an ideal set-up, but not a big deal, either.

However.

The garden center check-out was about seven people deep, and at the front of it was a family who had two carts filled to the brim with all manner of groceries and fall decorations and car batteries and pajamas and tool kits and whathaveyou. There was only one cashier – of course – and bless his heart, he was working just as hard as he could to speed things along. I thought about leaving, but since I’d already bought some pansies and really wanted to get them planted, I persevered.

So there you have it. My sad, heartwrenching tale of how I waited twenty minutes to pay $2.48 for a single bag of potting soil. And I really don’t have any idea why I just shared all of that. As you can see my life is VERY DIFFICULT, not to mention FRAUGHT WITH DRAMA.

(Oh, I kid. Though there was one truly horrific incident with our dog Saturday morning, but I can’t talk about it yet because the memory is just too fresh. I LITERALLY DIED.)

(The poor puppy wasn’t to blame – she was just very, very sick. And as a result made a very, very big mess. And I had to deal with some very, very strong odors. And we’ll just leave it at that.)

(Except to say that IT WAS LITERALLY A NIGHTMARE.)

Anyway.

After the Walmarts debacle, I came home and got everything set up so that Melanie and I could record a podcast. We had big plans – even a list of topics, thanks to y’all – and had been talking on the iChat for all of two minutes when we got disconnected. We figured it was no big deal – something strange must have happened – so we started talking again, and two minutes later: disconnected. We were even getting the same error messages on our computers. We tried to record six more times, and without fail: disconnected. What made it especially painful was that Melanie kept trying to replicate the same story about the A&M football game, and by our fifth try she had whittled that tale down to something along the lines of “A&M. Missouri. HORRIBLE. Sadness.”

We finally realized that the podcast just wasn’t going to happen on Saturday, but we’re holding onto hope that we’ll be able to record without any iChat difficulties later this week. Of course, this would all be so much easier if we had even the slightest idea about the technical side of podcasting. Basically we just push “record” and hope it all turns out okay.

I believe that “clueless” is the word you’re looking for.

After Podcast Fail ’10 I cleaned and straightened up the bedrooms and tried to make things look reasonably purty for Sunday’s baby shower, all the while knowing that Mississippi State was playing Florida at 6, which meant that I was alternating between feeling terribly excited and sick at my stomach. I got take-out sushi for supper because I’m the only person in this house who likes it – therefore it is my food of choice when I’m alone – and I nervously settled in to watch the game.

That whole “settled in” thing lasted about 4 minutes.

Because here’s the thing: I don’t know when I’ve ever had a game-watching experience like I did this past Saturday night. I paced the entire time. Couldn’t sit still. Had TVs on in the kitchen, the den and the bedroom, and I alternated between all three (I know. Three TVs. I should be ashamed, but please, let’s deal with the shame later. Right now I need to vent.) for the duration of the game. I texted so much that I had me a nice carpal-tunnel flare-up going on by the third quarter, and there were several times when I vacuumed like crazy because I just couldn’t watch.

PERFECTLY NORMAL BEHAVIOR, wouldn’t you agree?

So with nine seconds on the clock, the back-up kicker for Florida attempted a field goal to tie the game, and the kick was wide to the right. State won, 10-7. I didn’t just yell; I HOLLERED. I halfway expected for our neighbors to knock on the door to see if I was okay. HOLLERED. I was so tickled for our coaches and our players.

AP photo by John Raoux

It took me about two hours to feel normal again, by the way.

And now the ‘Dogs are #24 in the Coaches’ Poll and the AP Poll, but I can’t talk about that because any good Bulldog fan knows that you TIPPY-TOE around the rankings. No need for overconfidence. Cautious optimism will do just fine, thankyouverymuch.

OH my word this is some epic rambling, isn’t it? I do apologize. I haven’t even gotten to Sunday yet. What is wrong with me?

So. How are you? How was your weekend? How were the check-out lines in your Walmart or Target or etc.? And most importantly, how did your team do?

I’ll just be sitting here pretending like I know how to troubleshoot iChat ish-ahs if you need anything.

Filed Under: Beloved Bulldogs, Rambling

All The Absentmindedness Made Me Forget

8 September 2010 by

Several of y’all have asked me if you missed the announcement of the Nations Outfitters giveaway.

And the answer is no. No, you didn’t. I just totally forgot to draw for the winner in the midst of getting ready for our company and watching the Bulldogs score 49 points against Memphis this past Saturday night.

Did I mention that the Bulldogs scored 49 points? IN ONE GAME? I still can’t get over it.

Anyway, I’ll draw for and notify the winner (by email) in the morning. Around 7:15 central time. There’s no real reason for 7:15 – it’s mainly for kicks and the sake of a firm deadline, I reckon.

Now.

I promise that I’m going to make a conscious effort to SIMMER DOWN, ALREADY with all the talk of college football, but the Bulldogs have a pretty big game on ESPN tomorrow night, and this video was on Coach Mullen’s Facebook page today, and I have watched it four times already and am about to make it five.

I would never presume to trash-talk about this game because I’ve watched us get whipped by Auburn more times than I can remember, including one time when I was about 13 and so sulky after the game that my daddy gave me a good talkin’-to at the Captain D’s in Starkville about how IT’S JUST A GAME, and we’re not gonna sit around and be upset about A FOOTBALL GAME, FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE.

Honestly, I don’t think Daddy had any clue about the degree of my allegiance to the Bulldogs. He just couldn’t have known that I would grow up and become a person who would drag her one year-old to an SEC basketball showdown. Or who would teach her child the melody to the Fight Song as soon as he could sorta/kinda carry a tune. Or who would try to cook up a Thursday night road trip to the State/Auburn game and feel sixteen kinds of crestfallen when it didn’t work out because WE PLAY SO MUCH BETTER WHEN I’M IN THE STADIUM.

I mean, you just don’t typically count on that from your daughter. Or, in our family’s case, daughters. Because Sister is just as Bulldog cuckoo crazy as I am, and that is just how we like it.

So all that to say: no trash talking from me. Just a whole bunch of excitement about the possibility of a great game against Auburn (a school that I actually like a whole bunch) and a very, very, VERY cautious optimism that the ‘Dogs will play well.

See? I’m very level-headed.

And I expect that level-headedness to be in full effect until 6:30 Thursday night.

At which point BULLDOG CUCKOO CRAZY will reign supreme.

Amen.

p.s. – Don’t miss the posts written by the Compassion Bloggers who are in Guatemala right now. Compassion is doing phenomenal work that will impact lives for eternity, and I know we’re going to see and hear some incredible stories from the Guatemala trip.

Filed Under: Beloved Bulldogs
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