Since starting this blog, I have noticed that my life is a series of weekends. The actual weeks don’t seem to matter. Well, not that they don’t matter, it’s just the same thing on repeat. Go to work, try to go to the gym for lunch, leave work, cook dinner, eat dinner, think about cleaning, ignore cleaning, watch tv, go to bed. And plan what we’re going to do on the weekend.

So back to the past weekend. Saturday we cleaned the garage. Like, cleaned it. Swept away the cobwebs and spider balls, loaded up the car with junk to take to the dump, organized our garage sale stuff. It’s so refreshing out there now. That night Keith wanted to see A Country Christmas at Opryland Hotel and since that place is amazing, we made the trek. Too bad I trusted Keith to have paid attention to when they were actually starting their Christmas decorations. Because it wasn’t last Saturday.

Sunday I attended my first professional football game. I love going to games, which is something I never thought would happen. Keith is a huge Bills fan and I like the Titans, so it was a natural game for us to go to. As a super-bonus, a salesman I worked with gave me his AWESOME tickets as a thank you for a sale I helped him with. The reward highly outweighed the work I did, but I wasn’t going to argue. So Sunday we got up early, had a couple of beers and headed to the stadium.

that's the Pedestrian Bridge we thought we were walking on

The game was great (especially since my team won) (oh and the head coach of the Bills was fired 2 days later) (oh and Bud Adams was fined $250,000 for being a crazy old bird-flippin coot). We found ourselves strangely obsessed with the cheerleaders. We picked out favorites and laughed at the ones that couldn’t dance. Professional cheerleaders are a bizarre.

note: awesome seats

note: beer crotch

Stay tuned for next weekend where I will detail Keith’s birthday party. It’s looking good…

The Weekend

The weather this past weekend was perfect. Perfect for me, anyway. Sunny and 60 degrees. If I could afford to live in a place that had that weather year round, I would. Guess I’ll just keep waiting for my Sultan father to pass away and leave his inheritance to me…

Saturday we did some light chores and then made our way to our first MTSU game. I went to school there for 7 years (some more than others) and never made it to a single game. Stacey and I had plans to go to one, but the cable guy was 6 hours late and ruined it. So the MTSU experience is slightly different from the UT one. The most noticeable difference (aside from the 100,000 people) is that they don’t check your bags and they will give you straws. Straws might not seem important, but if you’ve smuggled liquor into a UT game and poured it into your drink, then you know you have no way to stir it. Which means for the next 15 minutes you are doing shots of vodka. And because there are only 200 people at an MTSU game, you can have an entire section to yourselves. We had a blast and we’ve committed to attending at least one of these per year.

Sunday was the Day of the Desk. I bought a new desk to replace the one I bought 10 years ago at Target that had pieces sticking out of it. One day I will be able to afford furniture that is already put together, but until then, I’m stuck with days like this. It took me 8 hours to assemble this thing. I did take a break to go to the grocery store, but I was a zombie by the end of the day. I have scratches and bruises on my hands from scraping them on the sides of the wood while screwing in screws. My eyes were blurry from trying to decipher which part was AA1 and which part was ZZ9. But when I finished, I felt awesome. I mean, look at this thing.

yes, that computer is an antique

The top drawer is a little wonky because I couldn’t figure out which drawer tracks went where and had to screw and unscrew them 6 times. And there is a small chip in the underside of the keyboard holder where I threw my screwdriver and it took out a chunk of wood. But that just adds personality, right?

Halloween

I’m discovering that I’m not very good at updating blogs. But I’m trying. Promise.

So I’ve never been a huge fan of Halloween, but this year I let Stacey infect me. And infect me she did. (Actually, I’m realizing that Stacey is responsible for my Halloween plans every year…) This time I had not one, but two costumes—work and play. Work was relatively simple; we went with The Wizard of Oz theme and my hair made me a natural Dorothy candidate. I think we all looked amazing, but the flying monkey really stole the show.

(note the super awesome wings)

Then for Stacey’s Halloween party, I chose to be the Angel of Death. But not just any angel of death—mine and Keith’s current obsession with One Tree Hill meant I would be going as Peyton going as the Angel of Death. I just hope no one got obsessed with me and tattooed my image on their back.

I made this face in every picture. I guess I thought it was death-y.

I was very detailed in my depiction, even though the only person that could tell was Keith. Speaking of Keith, he went as Super Mario, which I've heard was a popular choice this year. The best thing that came from this costume is he discovered is love for overalls. I can not wait to see him cleaning gutters in these this weekend.

We're already thinking about next year's costumes.