Bonfires and Bluejeans

Randoms from my spot next to the fire

Pigs in a blanket, silly string, and a 38 year old man

How would you celebrate the man in your life turning 38?  Getting a sitter for a night on the town, complete with a fancy dancy supper with menu items neither one of you can pronounce?

 




Would it include gifts that cost more than a months salary, from all of the finest stores?  Piles of the most artistically wrapped presents he has ever seen before? 
Maybe even give him something to celebrate his maturity (ahem..)?

 

 

Around our house, if you’re expecting something like that, we would just grab you by your sweet lil’ cheeks and yell WAKE UP!!  Here is more or less what happens when the man around our house turns 38..
We have pigs in a blanket and mac-n-cheese for supper (his choice).
His gift from us was a new bible that he desperately needed.
(We had his name put on it…so he wouldn’t forget it in his older age.)
The gift to keep him young was the kids idea…ahem…watch the video below…

This was ALL the kids idea…poor Sean was given the surprise attack of a lifetime!  I only caught a few seconds of it on video…
It may not be how anyone else would rate a fantastic birthday, but to us, there is no better way than spending them with those you love…minus one kiddo.  I know he would have loved to have joined in on the chaos too!
Happy 38th baby…hope we are never too old to have pigs in a blanket and silly string for our birthdays.  Better watch out…even the nursing home won’t be off limits!  We love you!! 

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It’s a great day to be a Pokes fan around here!

     The balance has shifted.  There has been a tilt in the atmosphere; a tangible shakeup in the energy in our home.  I am walking around here today, my chest bowed out with pride, more so than on a typical Sunday during the midst of college football season.  The cockiness that usually abounds in this place has been amped up to levels never before seen.  What is all of this over, you may be wondering?  The BCS poll for the week has just been released.  And this, my friend, is a house divided.  Divided is such a gentle word; we are vicious.  When our teams are playing, we don’t talk.  I cannot stand to even be in the room when the crybabies Sooners are playing, and apparently, for some odd, strange reason, Sean doesn’t really care for the Cowboys.  Go figure.  I’m sure it’s just to annoy me, but I’ve yet to prove that.  Needless to say, bedlam doesn’t even come close to describing the raging, blood pumping loyalty that flows through the house on game days.  Even the kids get into it; I am one proud mama…I’ve raised some pretty awesome trash talkers if I do say so myself.  (It’s a life skill sure to come in handy.)  I mean there can be no talk about the game amongst ourselves; there can’t be anything nice said, and it usually turns into some pretty nasty trash talking, so why let the sweet little fella get his feelings hurt, right? 
 Now.  I have to say, that all the mouth runnin’, trash talkin’, good for nothin’ sooner fluff has now ceased.  Stopped.  Halted.  I do believe a bit of humbleness has bestowed itself upon our home, and thank the Lord above I’m not the one that has to be humble.  Lord knows I’ve been a loyal fan long enough over the years.  It’s time to let them have a taste of their own medicine now, isn’t it?   Waking up to the wondrous news that the Sooners lost, and lost good to an unranked team, and at home nonetheless made my day.  Sean knew before he even checked the score.  He knew that life as he knew it was about. to. change.  It’s three on one around here.  Well, three and then a half cause Tyler is about as fickle as they come, so he only counts when he’s pulling for the Pokes.  I can only imagine the looks on the Sooner’s faces when they realized what a loss would do for their national championship bid…oh wait.  I bet one looked a lot like this wee Sooner fan who just has no chance…
The looks on his face says it all…”oh crap.  We are gonna totally get our butts handed to us in bedlam.  Then the ‘boys are gonna go on and take our national title from us.  Whaaaaaa…..”  It’s perfectly clear.  No words even have to leave his mouth.  So the moral of this beloved love story is this: Don’t piss a Poke fan off.  Keep running your mouth, talking your trash, being the obnoxious fan that some Sooners think they must be.  We will handle you.  We can take it.  Cause if some unranked nobody can kick your sorry butts, than you know that the team that just took your spot will do a dang good job of doing it too.  I can’t look into the future or predict how things will go, but for some strange reason…I do see something like this transpiring…
“So, Mr. Gundy, you win again.  You deserve this, because obviously you out smarted us, out played us, and are by far the superior team.  “Oh Mikey just hang your head in shame.  Oops…hang on a sec…you missed a tear.  It’s okay.  It comes with being a man that’s 40.  You’ll get there.”
It feels so good to be a Cowboy fan.

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Adrenaline Junkies!!



Boo!  Scared ya, huh?

      We love being scared.  Sean and I get our kicks with scary movies and TV shows…you  could say that we are adrenaline junkies, and the best way to get our fix is by getting the pee scared outta us.  Several times a day, at a minimum, we go out of our way to try to scare each other; sneak attacks or just straight up shrecks meant to make each other scream like a girl is a daily goal.  That being said, it was only natural to spend a bit of our Saturday at the movies watching Paranormal Activity numero 3.  The second we first saw the preview, we knew we had to see it, and the only place to watch these kinds of movies is in a theater.  It was packed, even at the matinee show.  We made our way all the way down to the third row, and got ourselves settled in for a fright.
     One reason I absolutely love being a girl that’s loved by a big, strong, protective guy is that during a scary movie, those big, strong, muscledy arms sure come in handy!  I never let go of him, and during the make you jump scenes, I caught myself burying my face in his arm, too.  Poor fella is gonna have some bruises left on him where I was squeezing!  There were plenty of jump out at you scenes in the movie to feed our adrenaline habit.
     The fun didn’t stop once the movie was over, either.  We walked out of the theater, talking about how blown away at the ending we were (no spoiler here!) and were hit with a crazy, stormy sky.  The lightning and thunder added to the extra alert ambiance of the evening.  Even while fixing supper together, we managed to play around, trying to scare each other.  Stomping up and down the stairs, banging on the doors…the works.  We have such a great time, and spent most of the night, like most nights, laughing our heads off.

     All I know, is that the fun won’t end.  I have never, ever laughed more than I have in my life…whether it’s me being locked in the HUGE pitch black closet after the door “slammed” behind me and the light went out with a horrible pterodactyl sounding screech (Sean followed me upstairs and waited till I went in the huge walk in closet…turned out the light that is on the outside of the closet and slammed the door while screaming.  Funny guy.)…or it’s me setting Jaxton’s motion activated skull to go off and say “Hey!  Where do you think you’re goin?” when Sean walked by…when I wasn’t home.  And imagining the scream…and him admitting that it didn’t just get him once…but twice.  That will make your heart stop!  We have fun.  We make life fun.  We laugh so much that our stomachs hurt.  The kids have just as an important roll in the trickery; we all plan different “surprises” for each other.  Nobody can say we don’t have fun.  Not one person can say we don’t laugh or smile or make life a little easier.  We make memories…even if our lives are shortened by a few months every time we get the pee scared out of us.                   

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