SWEET 16 BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We won again! Yee haw! FINAL FOUR FINAL FOUR FINAL FOUR FINAL FOUR...................Oh, was I saying something? HEH HEH! How bad does it stink that CDR has hurt his ankle though? That looked really bad. I have to say that I am so proud of them for still being the bomb without him and I think it shows just how awesome of a team they are. And take Coach Cal's advice team, "shut your eyes and imagine yourself making free throws." You can do it!!

BRING ON THE MARCH MADNESS!!

This is why we're hot! This is why we're hot! We're hot cuz we're fly. Texas ain't cuz they not! BOO YA! I'm so proud of my boys! The first half was making me a little crazy but looks like Coach Cal stepped in and kicked them to their senses. Please let us make it to the final four. Please let us make it to the final four...... Nothing gets my blood pumping and my throat scratchy faster than some Tiger basketball! Whoo hoo!

GO TIGERS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Curly hairs - an ode to grandma Hunter

Well, another year, another grandparent..... We just got back from my granny Thelma's funeral. Currently everyone is in the living room doing the southern, after funeral gather round for lots of food and story telling thing. My dad's brother decided to not come to the funeral - how lovely. I'm so worried about my grandpa because he's of course been taking grandma's death really hard. Dad went around their house the other day taking pictures of things the way she left them (the kitchen sink with all her little knick knacks from over the years from all her kids that she would have never dreamed of getting rid of, the pictures on her wall that were hung perfectly straight because we're all pretty sure she had a level built in to her head, her cabinet filled with empty jars that were destined to be filled with her pickles or other things from her garden.......) We've spent a lot of time laughing at the goofy memories we all have of her. Anyone that has been "privileged" enough to hear my granny Thelma stories knows what I'm talking about. I rest assured that my world will just not be as "purdy, curly, or paihnchable" without her. :(

Let me in! I'm naked!

Ok ok people. I will now share this highly disturbing story with you. My good buddy insists no stalking will take place from the streaker or said family of streaker after writing. So I'm trusting him on this one. If I get a stalker we can all blame it on him. Haha. And begin.........

Last weekend was going very nicely. Tina had left for Missouri with D-n-A and I was planning on coming up that Saturday because some "things" needed to be "taken care of" Friday evening.....Anyways, fast forward through the goodness and land me smack in the middle of Friday night bummed without Tina, alone, downtown in my car. I decide to call "Bob" and "Mrs. Bob"*. They tell me to come on over and we'll talk. So I make my way to their house and we stay up talking till about 2:30. They took crazy good care of me and told me I should just crash at their place instead of going home to the empty house. I agree and crash on their couch. Well, I finally get my head to shut up and go to sleep......only to be awakened at about 4 am to the sound of banging, beating, shouting, and general unpleasantness outside. Now people, anyone that knows me well, knows that I could have a tornado rolling through my bedroom and a cow land on my face and I'd still be drooling on the pillow. But this night, I was AWAKE. I hear lots of moaning and some very un-nice things. And finally it stops. And then......the said moaner comes to our door and starts beating his body in to it and turning the handle! (Enter my immediate heart failure) This stops pretty quickly about the time I hear another voice. I decide to take a peep out of the blinds at this point and lo and behold there were two moons out that night. =-O !!!! Yes, the shouting man had removed all his clothes from the waist down and was prancing around the yard. The other voice I heard was a cop. So moony man decides he wants to go for a swim in the pond that had to be cold and was not looking welcoming in the least. But the cop is yelling at him to not do it and >splash< in jumps moony man. The cop finally gets him to the edge and starts to handcuff him but moony man ain't having it and starts bucking and flailing-nearly throws the cop in the water. More cops finally arrive and sad to say left their tazers and night sticks at the office apparently. But I got to see a good old fashioned whoopin' cuz moony man had decided to take on the whole police force that had arrived. He was hog tied and hauled away in an ambulance. This was about 4:30am. And that's when I went back to sleep. The next morning, boy did I have a story to tell! "Mrs. Bob" however was very upset that 1.she did not get to see a live version of her favorite show COPS and 2."Bob" slept through the whole ordeal not really demonstrating his "I a caveman and protect family at all costs" skills. Heh heh. Later that day, I drove to Missouri in tornado strength winds only to come back home not even 24 hours later. I know how to pack some fun in a weekend!
*names have been changed to protect the innocent