The Best of 2011

What a fast and furious year, y’all. I decided to end the year with a few of my favorite posts, just in case you missed any of them!

January

In honor of Auburn’s National Championship victory over Oregon, I present to you the payoff of the Great Blog Bet of 2011 starring iHubby.

A Duck Says Quack… or Does It?

February

You know how sometimes you go to a fast food place and don’t want 33.7 gallons of high fructose corn crap and just want a water? Yeah that.

Water is a Beverage, Too

March

This is most likely one of my favorite memories with Henry ever. From where I sit right now, I see the 16×20 version of the most amazing picture I’ve ever taken — the one of Henry in this post in the NYC Fireman’s hat. Might want to grab a tissue.

Unplanned Can Lead To The Unexpected

April

This is the story of my best friend after birthing her first child. It’s pretty funny!

You Mean I Have to Do WHAT?

May

I’ll spare you Charlie’s birthday post in lieu of a hilarious memory of Charlie and my cat Olivia.

She’ll Steal The Baby’s Breath

June

This post is one of my favorites. I share it with people who are newly grieving, who think that there’s a set time on grief. There’s not.

Timeline on Grief

July

Henry has a big heart. And a food heart apparently.

My Food Heart

August

I hate bathtime. That’s all.

Motherhood Exposed: Bathtime Sucks

September

I can’t pick just one. So you get two for September!

The Power of Believing In Something

His Heart in my Hands

October

Remember the fun we had with brussels sprouts? No? Here you go then:

Friday Fun: Brussels Sprouts

November

It was a day for learning a new answer to the big question: How many children do you have?

The Day I Got Busted Saying “One”

December

The eyes of a child at Christmas… there’s nothing quite like it!

Christmas Eyes

Our family wishes yours a very happy and prosperous 2012. May it bring nothing but happiness and contentment.

**Don’t forget, if you want to join in on my Thorns, Roses and Rosebuds celebration on Sunday, you can find the information here.

The Oaks

It’s been a long 9 months in the Auburn – Alabama rivalry.

There has been a poisoning. There has been a tornado.

Two sides of the football and state have been devastated.

Alabama’s finest have rallied for our trees. Our finest have rallied for tornado relief.

There has been death of people and of tradition.

These two things have served to both bring together and further divide the people who call Auburn and Alabama their family.

I was in Auburn last weekend and was left speechless when I walked up to the Toomer’s Oaks and saw the sadness in their branches. Yes, there was sadness seeping from each leafless branch of the two trees that have stood tall on the corner of Magnolia and College for generations.

One year ago, this is what Toomer’s Corner looked like, all vibrant and green and ALIVE.

One week ago, THIS is what Toomer’s Corner looked like.

I just… there are no words for how I feel about this. Don’t you see the sadness in the leaves that are left? The branches droop in a way that says, “Goodbye, Auburn, the Loveliest Village on the Plains. Thank you for making us feel at home.”

One man chose to speak for an entire fanbase, alumni group, entire university and desecrate and kill another school’s landmark tradition.

We won’t be broken. We just won’t.

But we’d be lying if we said it didn’t hurt an awful lot. Look at those pictures. Imagine that at least 5 generations have taken part in rolling them after wins by Auburn, celebrated engagements, graduations, as well as other moments in history.

Yes, they’re just trees. Yes, they can be replaced. Yes, there WILL be something for generations to come to roll and gather around. But it won’t be the same.

It will always carry the aftertaste of Spike 80DF and the eerie echo of a twangy “Roh Tahd.”

But Auburn will be ok. We may not win against Alabama tomorrow and our trees are going to have to be cut down soon, but our spirit will never die. Because once you have the Auburn Spirit, it can never be taken from you.

WAR EAGLE!

I believe in Auburn and love it.
-George Petrie (1945)

I’m Determined

If I’m nothing else, I’m determined. I WILL succeed at making my kid an Auburn fan if it kills me!

This past weekend, Jason was off camping with his friends from college. I decided early in the week that I was going to ride over to Auburn to at the very least hang out and just “be” in Auburn. I talked to my friend Jana (Yes, I know WAY more than one Jana… another blog post coming about that soon.) and they were going to be hanging out, too. She looked for tickets for us all and we decided to just play it by ear.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t tear up when I pulled into town.

We made our way to Big Blue Bookstore and purchased a real jersey. You know, to compete with the one Jason bought in Athens a few weeks ago. After heading to Jana’s house and getting ourselves regrouped, we headed off to campus with kids in tow.

Aah… Jordan-Hare stadium!

Henry got to get a poster signed by cheerleaders! He was very excited about that.

Henry, Clem and Ollie. Jana’s kids are precious and they all three had a blast together!

There were some military vehicles in the kid’s area. Henry wasn’t shy to just go up and ask “what is this and what does it do?” of the guy.

 

They learned that this thingamagigger could shoot a football from Auburn to Columbus and they were like OMG even though they had no idea what that meant!

 Jana and Jana. While we kinda hung in different circles in college, we’ve become better friends as adults which I just LOVE!

Throwing the football! 

 

At this point, I still had my iPhone. Moments later, not.

But this may go down as one of my favorite pictures of me and my little guy!

 

No phone here. :(

 

Have you ever been to a football game where the opposing team’s coach was honored pre-game? Well, I hadn’t either. But now I have.

Pat Sullivan, Auburn’s first Heisman Trophy winner (1971) is the head coach at Samford University and was honored before the game. It’s the 40th season since his amazing Heisman season. The ceremony was moving as he was very humbled to be surrounded by 50ish members of the ’71 team, including Terry Beasley. Both the Auburn team AND Samford team stood on the field and raised their helmets to him.

And then the only reason I wanted Henry to go… to see the Eagle fly. And fly, she did.

She flew and flew and flew and landed right where she was supposed to.

Bring in Aubie, the band…


Get us all worked up…

Remind us we’re ALL IN!

 

Bring in the team…

And let’s play some football! 

We made it until halftime. Henry enjoyed every single minute of the day and asked when we could come back. Little does he know, we’re pondering riding over for the Iron Bowl!

But until next time…

Farewell Jordan-Hare.

WAR DAMN EAGLE!




The Statistics: 2011 Edition

 

It’s that time of year again, folks. That’s right.

The Weekend My Husband And I Don’t Speak!

I want to share a few stats with you about the Auburn/Georgia rivalry. They’re pretty interesting.

Since we got engaged the night before the Auburn/Georgia game 1997, Auburn and Georgia are tied 7 -7.

Auburn has finished first in the SEC twice (2004, 2010).

Georgia has finished first in the SEC twice (2002, 2005).

Auburn has had a Heisman Trophy Winner and a National Championship. Georgia’s had, well, none.

Auburn has scored 357 points.

Georgia has scored 373 points.

So that means only 16 points separates them in 14 years.

We’re essentially tied except for that whole National Championship thing.

Since the first game in 1892, the stats are strangely similar.

Auburn has won 54 games in the series.

Georgia has won 52 games in the series.

They have tied 8 times.

Over 119 years, a mere 38 points divides the teams.

So when it’s said that the Auburn/Georgia game is “anybody’s game” it’s serious. One team can be #1 and the other #eleventybillion. It’s going to come down to inches and seconds.

I’m going to try my darndest not to get beat up, either in the stadium or at the official UGA tailgate we’re going to. But if so, it’ll make good blog material, right?

It’s always a good game!

Except when Auburn loses!

 

Open Letter To PSU Students

Dear Penn State Students:

I come to you today to ask you to stop. Please, just stop.

Stop rioting, stop talking, stop chanting, stop.

I understand wholeheartedly how it feels to love your school so intensely. This situation isn’t about loving your school, though.  This situation isn’t about football or basketball or even superior academics.

This situation that’s unfolding, and will continue to unfold and get bigger, trumps anything school-related. It’s about people. Victims being irreparably damaged and adults not protecting children.

Students, I don’t expect you to really get it. You’re still young and naive. You don’t have the gift of experience and this probably seems like a crime against Paterno to you right now.

Let me tell you this.

This is bigger than Joe Paterno and his decades of coaching and hundreds of wins. This is bigger than national titles and bowl wins. 

Ten year old boys were allowed to be sexually assaulted and raped on school property with witnesses who yes, told their superiors, but who (allegedly) never followed up on it. HOW IN THE HELL DO THEY SLEEP AT NIGHT? How do the superiors, Joe Paterno, the AD, the President of the University sleep at night?

Students, do you think that if you saw that happen you would be able to sleep at night? Do you really think that you wouldn’t make sure somebody knew about it who would do something? What if this was your little cousin and you saw his coach raping him in the shower? Would you not protect him?

Maybe you wouldn’t. Maybe you’re too young to understand it all.

But let me tell you this. From this minute forward, you are educated and are no longer naive. You have knowledge about what to do if you see or hear or know about sexual abuse or rape. YOU TELL SOMEBODY. You tell a cop or a doctor or a teacher. You tell your parents or your best friend. Tell anybody who can help you get action going.

You call the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 800-656-4673. 

You can save somebody’s life.

Even though the victims of this abuse are still living and being (I assume) productive members of society, they are forever changed. They have had their innocence and trust taken from them by somebody who, after he didn’t get caught the first time, got away with it.

I urge you to do this, students. Instead of appearing selfish and shallow, rioting because the Board of Directors fired your idol, kindly and firmly ask your school to continue making a statement. The statement needs to be that this won’t be tolerated and they don’t support anyone who had any knowledge of this. Anyone involved should be terminated and (in my opinion) prosecuted within the parameters of the law.

That statement will be bigger than you pushing over a news van. (Which, if they haven’t told you yet, your parents are disappointed in you for. They’re also disappointed that they didn’t teach you any better.)

I also urge you to learn about sexual abuse and child molestation. It’s a real problem. It’s not only sick and disgusting, but it’s life-changing for victims. It’s like bullying. I know you’ve been talked to about bullying. If you get bullied and you tell someone, the problem will be dealt with and future bullying victims can be spared. Same deal here, kids.

You’ll change a life. You’ll change LIVES.

So students of Penn State. Love your school. Hate what’s been done. But use your anger for good. Demand justice and then start rebuilding the reputation of your school. Joe Paterno’s not a fall-guy like you think. He’s an accomplice. Whether he legally did what he was supposed to or not, he morally didn’t.

He didn’t fight for kids he claimed to love.

Would he have fought for you?

Sincerely,

Jana

If you know someone who has been sexually assaulted, raped or sexually abused OR know someone who has performed these acts on others, PLEASE use your voice to report them. Whether they are a family member, a friend, a co-worker, YOU WILL SAVE A LIFE and help protect other victims. Call the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 800-656-4673. 

To teach your children about using their voice to say NO! and to empower them to tell a parent, teacher or other person who will help them, check out the book Fred The Fox Shouts NO! by Tatiana K. Matthews. 

 **I want to add another thought. I have several friends who are Penn State graduates, and they are devastated by this. They’re sad that Joe Paterno has had to go out like this, but mostly they are sad that these crimes weren’t reported. They are mad and upset and likely embarrassed. They love their school but some are having a hard time processing all of this. My friend Amy is one of those.

I’m also aware that the students rioting and acting like children don’t represent the entire student body. However, all students and parents and children can take lessons from this story.

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