Break out the pom-poms! Yes, it's that time again. The air turns crisp (soggy here, but whatever,) and the ol' pigskin starts flyin'.
We've Got The Spirit! Yes, We Do!
I'll admit, the excitement is contagious. DQ's been aflutter for some time now, dress shopping, planning events with friends, dressing for spirit week and attending "flower parties." Apparently, the class floats have to be decorated in tissue paper flowers. Only tissue paper flowers. And the theme this year? Pixar.
No, that wasn't a typo and no, I'm not on crack. The student government? We'll have to see...
And it's here! The day has arrived! I dropped her off at school in a sea of red and blue, Matador shirts as far as the eye can see. Her principal gave me the thumbs-up for wearing school colors as well, but I was too kind to tell him it was entirely unintentional. Let's face it, I'm just no that together.
DQ will carpooling to the game with some friends and she's genuinely excited to attend the game, which is a pleasant surprise. Not that she'll be glued to her seat, watching for first downs, or any of that. She'll do just what I did at her age: cruise the bleachers with her posse, laugh and cheer when the crowd does and have an awesome time hanging out. Those were the days.
Tomorrow night is the dance. She and some friends are congregating to get ready, then they'll go to dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory. Interestingly enough, her boyfriend is not having dinner with them. He's doing the boy version with his friends and then they'll all meet up at the dance. I like this. It's less "date," more "friend." Mama is down with that. In a big way.
I'm excited for her. It's a lot of fun to see her enter this phase. Not that I'm feeling nostalgic or wanting to live through her. Just that she's starting a really fun time in her life. I never realized how gratifying it could be to see your child have fun.
So, Go Matadors!
Friday, October 16, 2009
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It's a crazy one. Here's the guide.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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4 comments:
It makes school so much more fun when you can get into the fun and spirit of things like this. So awesome she's joining in and living the life of a HS freshman.
Pictures, get that camera charged and out for tomorrow!
Jennie, it is fun to watch them start to take those baby steps towards adulthood! And I'm down with the more friend, less date scenario too - they have too much pressure on them already, who needs to ruin a perfectly good friendship with all that dating drama anyway?
By the way, Matador colors must look cooler than our colors - black and orange only look normal at Halloween!
Go Matadors!
Actually, what a cool school mascot - a humpy Papi bull-fighter. I like it...
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
How fun! This has been homecoming week for the school I taught at for 28 years and where my goddaughter goes, so its been fun. These kind of events are great memory-making moments and I'm glad DQ is all into it.
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