Now That I Can Dance

Last weekend we gathered in Auburn for the wedding of Wanda's son Braxton to Catie.

A couple of years ago, Wanda's daughter Katie (now is that confusing, or what) married in Atlanta.  Here is the video of Katie's dance with her father Ralph.

Now if you knew Wanda, you would understand that she was not about to be upstaged by her husband.  So I invite you to take a look at Wanda's dance with Braxton.  Unfortunately, the camera was turned in the wrong direction for the first part of the video, so you'll just have to turn your head until it gets corrected.

I'd say that family has some serious talent!

Life Is Good

Once again it's time for Sunday Favorites, hosted by Chari at Happy to Design.  This is one of those memes that I really ought to participate in every week, because Chari has made it so easy for us.  All you have to do is repost one of your favorite posts from the past.  And Chari even gives directions for doing just that.

This week, in honor of the Razorbacks' 44-23 victory over Auburn yesterday in Fayetteville, I have decided to share my post from exactly one year ago.  A year ago Tommy Tuberville was coaching Auburn.  This year he was predicting a three-touchdown Tiger victory.  Maybe he needs to rethink that.

Ironically, this year our weekend was also about football and weddings and Auburn and Arkansas.  Yesterday afternoon as the game was winding down in Fayetteville, we were headed to Auburn for the wedding of Ralph's and Wanda's son Braxton.

So life really is about more than football, and it's all good!

A Sunday Favorite

It just doesn't get much better than this--a football weekend in the South. Add to that a Friday night party for Ben and Claire, and you have a perfect weekend.

 

Friday night some of Ben's high school friends and their parents plus Allen and Areta hosted a shower complete with Southern comfort food--chicken fingers, grits, blackeyed peas, greens, biscuits and homemade ice cream with pound cake. Yummmmm. Claire's mom Marie and sister Britton were able to be here, and we enjoyed hanging out and tweaking "The Lists."

 

Saturday morning bright and early, LBeau and I headed to Auburn with the red F-150 loaded with grills, tables, tailgate chairs and food to set up for the Alabama Chapter of the Arkansas Alumni Association Tailgate Party. We've been doing this for at least 10 years at either Auburn or Tuscaloosa, cooking burgers and dogs for all Hog fans who stop by. The money we raise goes to our chapter scholarship fund.

 

Top off the weekend with a 25-22 Razorback win over Auburn, and life is good.

 

It's a Girl!!

Score one for the Pink Team. We found out last week that Ben and Claire are having a girl.

This will be our second granddaughter, and once she arrives in February, the Pink Team will have as many players as the Blue Team. Guess I'd better get busy rewriting my profile.

For more Pink Saturday posts, be sure to visit Beverly at How Sweet the Sound. Looks like there's lots more pink in my future.

The Boys and Girls Turn 50

I had a letter from one of my former students yesterday.  He signed it, "Your Old Student (Yes, I'm 50), Karl."  It seems like yesterday that he was one of the Boys and Girls, as Hunter liked to call them.

It was the mid-70's, and I was teaching journalism and advising the yearbook and newspaper at Fayetteville High School while LBeau was finishing a masters degree at the University of Arkansas.  Hunter was two, going on three.

At deadline time, the Boys and Girls would often come over to our house to work on layouts or write copy, and Hunter became their mascot.  His Little Tykes table and chairs doubled as a copy desk.

When he turned three in February, 1977, the Boys and Girls threw him a birthday party.  The invitation was handwritten on my classroom chalkboard.

It's hard to believe that these "kids" have hit the Big 5-0.  In fact, I ran into one of  the Girls a few weeks ago in Fayetteville.  Debbie certainly didn't look 50, so maybe that means I don't look old enough to have been their teacher.   At least I can hope.

Passing the Box

We had a quick turn around on the Emergency Box this week (for an explanation of the Box, go HERE).  With Glenda's daughter Anna getting married last Saturday and Wanda's son Braxton getting married this Saturday, it was time for Glenda to inscribe Wanda's name in the Box lid and pass it on.

We gathered at Pablo's Mexican Restaurant on Monday night for the ceremony, preceded by dinner and drinks.  As the mother of the groom and the honoree for the evening, Wanda was privileged to wear the lavender crown that Susie brought. 

After opening gifts of lotions, creams, scented candles and a gift certificate for a pedicure, Wanda got to examine the contents of the Emergency Box.  As you can see, she was pleased to find that the two bottles of vodka were still there, although some of us are suspicious that the vodka was long ago replaced with plain water.

Thanks to Luna, the box now contains two plastic glasses so Wanda won't have to chug the vodka straight from the bottle.  Luna also added a pair of surgical gloves in case the mother of the bride (or anyone else in the wedding party) becomes too hard to handle.  That way she doesn't leave any fingerprint evidence.  I think we've all been watching too much CSI.

At the end of the evening, we persuaded another customer to take a group picture.  He was probably secretly glad that that noisy table for 12 was finally getting out of there. 

Saturday we'll be moving the party to Auburn, where we'll all be wishing Braxton and Catie a long and happy marriage.

All Dressed Up

Back in August when I celebrated my blog anniversary, I offered to do a blog makeover for a reader who was interested in a new look.  You may recall that I designed my own blog background and header, and I was just itching to do another one.

Martha at Mid-Atlantic Martha was the winner, and I contacted her about what kind of changes she wanted to make.  She told me that her favorite colors were pink and green and that she wanted a vintage look that featured roses, butterflies and crabs.  With that in mind I set out to find elements that I could incorporate into a new look for Martha's blog.

Here's the new header design that features everything Martha wanted, except for her four granddaughters.  We settled for this beach picture, but if she comes up with a picture of the four grand girls we can always change it.

And here's Martha's new background.  You can visit her blog by clicking HERE to see the finished product.  We changed some of the colors for borders, titles and sidebar items to coordinate with her new look.

Let me know what you think.

It's Fall Y'all

Fall means college football, and for me and LBeau that means at least one trip to Fayetteville to watch the Razorbacks.  And there's nothing better on a cool, crisp game day than an early morning trip to the Fayetteville square for the Farmer's Market.

The Farmer's Market is celebrating its 35th anniversary this year.  We were living in Fayetteville when it opened in the spring of 1974.  Hunter was a baby, and I had bought a book with recipes for homemade baby food.  The Farmer's Market was a great source for fresh fruits and and vegetables.  I cooked everything from applesauce to carrots and green beans and froze it in ice cube trays.  When it was time for a feeding, I just popped a cube or two into the electric baby food dish for warming (those were pre-microwave days).

If it's not too early in the fall, I always like to find an unusual pumpkin or two to bring home.  In fact, it was at the Farmer's Market a few years ago that I first spotted the green Jarrahdale pumpkins.  I thought they were so pretty that I brought one home for each of my friends.

On a recent Farmer's Market Saturday, the square was closed to all but foot traffic.  Plenty of friendly folks, most decked out in Razorback red and carrying steaming cups of coffee or hot chocolate, were milling around in search of produce…

flowers…

and handmade Ozark crafts.

Volunteers from the Humane Society walked a variety of dogs that were looking for new homes, and musicians provided amateur entertainment.

Now be sure to visit Rhoda at Southern Hospitality for more autumn inspiration.  Here in Alabama fall is definitely in the air.  Time to get out the pumpkins, turkeys, witches and ghosts for the upcoming holidays.