Yada, Yada, Yada

Last weekend, Joe and I went down to southern Alabama to work on our house that we are preparing to put on the market.  Holly had come home for the weekend to watch over the homestead and the siblings... so Joe and I were actually making a "weekend" out of the trip.

We arrived Saturday evening - went and checked on the house before checking into the hotel.  It was Saturday - about 9pm by the time we were ready to "paint" the town... or basically just get a bite to eat and go to bed.  ; )

We drove around Enterprise for a while... knowing that it was bad when the number one restaurant listed on Urban Spo@n for the area was an ice cream parlor.  Yikes!  Anyway, we had decided - based on the time - that we would go somewhere, sit at the bar and have a drink and some snacks.

We passed one place that looked pretty nice on the outside... lots of cars... well lit... and when I go@gled it, it had half decent reviews.  So... in we went.  Now, I HATE walking into a place that I have never been.  Just not comfortable with that.  You would think I would be fine, as many times as I have moved and with my age experience.  But nope... I detest walking into a place - especially when everyone turns to look at who is walking in.  Needless to say, everyone that turned to look at Joe and I as we strolled into this establishment had a median age of about 21.2 years and they all appeared to have been there since happy hour.  The smoke was such that I quickly wondered why the firemen were not knocking us down as we were walking in - wow.... I forgot all about this "scene".

We did saunter up to the nearest chair at the bar; however, after what was the longest 18 seconds of my life, I told Joe that I just could not do it.  It hurt my ears... my lungs were shriveling so quickly,  I could feel them begging for clean air.  Now... walking in was painful... walking out a few seconds later was easy!  Joe and I laughed all the way to the car.  It was the first time that my age truly smacked me in the face.... and in a good way.

We opted for pizza and turning in early.

I write all of that as a lead in to last night.

Joe and I had purchased tickets months ago for Jerry S@infeld.  We bought them the morning they went on sale... I am picky and like to sit on the isle.  Anyway, I am glad we bought them early as the show sold out pretty quickly.

So for the second weekend in a row, we had a big date night planned.  ; )

We had a great dinner - we even caught the early bird specials at a really nice Italian place up the road.  Then we headed to the Theater for the show.... This time we fit right in... the average age of the folks in the audience was more our speed... about mid 50's!  And how thankful am I for smoke-free venues???VERY!!!  How life changes in a few short years....@ 20 to be exact!

Tom P@pa opened for Seinfeld and did a great job warming up the crowd.  His entire segment was on marriage and children... which obviously hit home with his audience.  He was so funny.

Then came Jerry.  Ninety minutes of hilarity followed.  And what is so great about him - and Tom as well - is that the show was pretty much G rated and still side-splitting-ly funny!

Bottom line - It was a great evening!  (and I am getting old!  Jerry turns 58 soon ....)

Dream Team

Even though it is Saturday morning, the girls were up and dressed early this morning as they had a basketball game.  Mom wasn't so "up and at 'em" - I sent them off with dad and a big hug and good wishes for a great game.

About an hour later I heard them giggling at the back door.  I opened it and could tell by their smiles that we had "won" the game.  The Dream Team is a tiny team and it is not often that we have a victory to celebrate after our games... we often suffer defeat.

Seeing the girls smiles, I offered my girls a hearty congratulations before they had spoke a word.  "No mom, we lost - 24 to 4", Abby quickly replied, the grin never leaving her face.  To which I replied, "Why so happy"?  Both of the girls in unison excitedly answered me, "Jewel made a basket"!

Jewel has not made a basket all season.  She is our tallest player, but hard as she tried, the basket had remained elusive.  Joe has been working very hard with her at practice and during warm up time before each game reminding her to bend her knees and keep positive.

Today all the hard work on Jewel's part paid off and she added 2 points to the Dream Team final score!
I am told that the crowd went crazy!

The Dream Team might be small and might not win too many games... but they understand what is truly important when playing sports - the meaning of the word Team!

If Only...

In Abby's eyes, we are superheroes.  If only...

Number 14 - Roll Tide!!!

I thought I understood the mentality of fans - I did grow up in the land of "Gueaux Tigers" and "Who Dat".  But... I seriously did not "get it" until I moved to Alabama.  "Roll Tide" (and "War Eagle" to be completely honest) are spoken as often as "Hello" in this great state.

Joey was recently stocking the shelves at our local grocery when he looked up and greeted a customer (decked out in crimson and white) with a hearty "Roll Tide" - at which time the customer made a point to report his "good service" to management and he earned a free sandwich!  ; )

Bottom Line... Roll Tide Roll... or for the next 364 days, Rule Tide Rule!

Sad Day...

Two of my "Babies" will be on the road, returning to college today.  Sad sad sad for me....  excitement for them!  How many days until next Christmas Break???  ; ]

Awwwww ; )

I wonder...

.... What the New Year will bring our way?