Steeplechase was this past Saturday in Nashville. It's supposed to be a horse race but in all my 10 years of attendance, I've never seen so much as a trot or gallop. Like a lot of other things, it's really just a good reason to get together with your friends, put up tents, let down your tailgates and drink all day. Ladies wear hats, men pastels, you get the picture. Anyway-- I opted out this year. Not sure if I'm growing up or just becoming more anti-social, but I'd been asked to babysit and figured it was wiser to make some money and put it towards my office renovation than spend a bunch of money on a ticket and be pigeonholed all day. Plus I hadn't seen my favorite kiddos in over a month, and that's just too long! Ruff is 13 now and Celeste is 11 and I've been keeping them for 10 + years. Crazy how time flies... ANYWAY-- Ruff and I were on our way home from dropping Celeste off at a friends dance recital thingy, so it was just us in the car. We got to a stop sign near their house, and I commented that the car that had the right of way looked like a bunch of Steeplechasers. It was obvious because they had about 9 people loaded into a 5 person sedan, a cooler on top of their car, and I counted at least two bow ties and one large hat. It was around 4 o'clock. They were obviously packing it in early. Some people just can't hang all day... Right about the time I was thinking about how lame that was--- this guy hung his head out of the passenger side window and started vomiting. Everywhere. I'm not kidding. His buddy didn't stop the car or anything. In fact, I think it's safe to say he sped up! Probably in an effort to get this kid home to his bed, but still--- I don't think it helped the situation. I was like--RUFF-- Are you SEEING this?!! This 13 year was so grossed out. Ahahahhahaha. He was like-- "awwww, man! He is throwing up, groooooosss!" This guy started wiping his mouth and face with kleenex and throwing them out the window and they would fly back at our windshield and it was seriously pretty terrible.
After about a mile of this--we got to the road their house is on and needed to make a right turn. I said-- "Ruff, we're at your road.... but do you want to keep following them??"
His eyes got real big and he kind of perked up and said, "Um, YEA!"
Ahahahhahaah. So we did.
It was more of the same for about another mile and then they cut through a gas station parking lot and we lost them. IT.WAS.AWESOME.
In other, unrelated news, I mentioned in my last post a little bit about how my Mississippi roots run deep. So deep, in fact, that I can't eat a Wendy's chicken nugget without thinking about how much they resemble the shape of the state of Mississippi. Right??
Emily and I were having pizza the other night, and I happened to look down at her plate. Just look at what I saw! She had unwittingly eaten both of her slices into the shape of the state of Mississippi. Can you believe that? I couldn't. Love it!
Anyway-- I hope all you mother's had a good day yesterday. I am a bad daughter and didn't make the trek home for the occasion. I did, however, ship a really good lookin' pair of cowboy boots home for my sweet momma, as she has been wanting a pair for months. She loves them!
As always, thanks for reading.
Your's ever,
Myra
