Weekend Recap: A Word of Advice and Sweet Puppies

I am quickly remembering how much I love the fall.  I've been giddy with excitement looking at the 10 day forecast lately.  Upper 70s - lower 80s for highs and upper 50s - lower 60s for lows.  It makes me do a happy dance every time.  And the possibility of a high of 78 and a low of 51 this coming Saturday for Homecoming?!  I won't know what to do with myself!  Let's just hope the forecast doesn't change between now and then (which is entirely possible).

It's cotton pickin' season around here, too.  This might be the most snow we get all year!

Any who, I wish the result of the football game on Friday night could have been as wonderful as the weather.  Unfortunately it wasn't and we ended up losing 14-11 to a team that our school hates to lose to.  I didn't even go to school in our town and I HATE losing to them.  Apparently some people took it worse than others, for example the random guy who I had the unfortunate pleasure of sitting next to.  Word to the wise,  I know people get excited about football (especially in our part of the world), however if you would like to be extremely opinionated on the matter, you should remove yourself from the general population of fans.  Why?  Because you might be sitting by, I don't know....the coaches' wives.  And when we see you and hear you acting like a fool and making us and most everyone around us uncomfortable, you need to check yourself because adults should not act like that, especially at a high school football game.  I came really close to saying something to him (and might have fantasized about pushing him off the bleachers once or twice), but I kept my mouth shut and finally another father sitting near us who knew who we were and who he was finally told him he needed to calm down. It turns out the guy doesn't even have kid playing on the team, which to be honest makes his behavior even more bizarre.  Now don't think it bothers me anytime someone is critical of whats going on down on the field. There are may times myself and the other wives question things right along with other fans. At least once a game we would like to have a headset so we could communicate with our husbands about what they are calling (and offer our 2 cents of course).  I don't mind people getting upset and wondering why they ran this play or that play aloud, but 10 minutes after the game is over and you're still going on about how stupid this was or that was and carrying on like we just lost the biggest game of the season, yeah that's a bit much. Have a little tact about it please. This was a rivalry game, yes, but it was not an area game, and it will not affect our playoff chances.  We had a bad game, so what.  Heck we beat the #5 ranked team in the state last week, perhaps we were out of adrenaline this week. It's hard to get teenage kids hyped up like that 2 weeks in a row. Last week's game WAS an area game so it was WAS a lot more important. So to all of the overzealous fans out there, please cull yourselves so you don't embarrass yourself because you never know who you're sitting by.  That person might tell her husband about you to let him know who the crazies are and you might not like the consequences.  Yep I do. =)
*steps off soap box*

Sorry for the rant but I had to get that off my chest.

The rest of our glorious weekend was spent enjoying it.  Saturday morning we brunched at 1220 Cafe like we have for the past several weekends.  Their breakfast is amazing.  I had a bacon and cheese omelet that was delicious! I really hope that this is just the beginning of a beautiful weekend tradition around here.  I even got up at 6:45am voluntarily so we could go!

Eric spent the majority of his weekend at the hunting land getting it ready for the coming hunting season.  It's only a few weekends away and I can tell he is already excited about it.  I relaxed, went to a baby shower, and played with puppies.....so many puppies.  We have had 3 new puppies come into our lives in the past month.  And the best part?  None of them live with us! I get to play with them and love on them and then they go home so I don't have to be the one getting up in the middle of the night to let them out!

The boys seem to be enjoying having new friends around for the most part.  Peanut likes them until they try to jump on him and then he's had enough.  It has taken a lot of self control from Eric and myself not to want to get one ourselves, but I keep reminding him of how wonderful it is to have mature, trained dogs that we don't have to worry about and that usually gets him.

Warning:  If puppy picture bore you to tears, you can end here.  If you would like a major cuteness overload then keep going.  However, I can't guarantee it won't make you want to go out and get a puppy. And yes I am about to pose pictures of our dogs with their friends like they're children.

This is their new buddy Ringo. He's the youngest (8 weeks) and the craziest of their new friends.  He belongs to one of Eric's buddies. I brought him over to play on Sunday while the boys were at the hunting land and we semi-managed to get all of his energy out.  I have forgotten how much energy puppies have!

This little monster is Bandit and he belongs to our neighbors.  He's been around for a month or so and by far Peanut's favorite of our new friends.  Mainly because he is Peanut's size.

No you're not seeing a side-by-side picture of Hawk today (with green glowing eyes-yikes!) and as a puppy, although it sure looks like it.  This sweet face is our neighbors' newest addition.  One of the techs at the vet I took Hawk to last week called Eric to tell him about this sweet girl, who was an owner surrender and in need a of a good home.  Our neighbors have talked about getting a lab for a while, their daughter adores Hawk, so we went to take a look.  And by we I mean us girls, which meant the boys knew she was coming home with us.  She and Hawk could be carbon copies...and hopefully will make beautiful lab puppies someday!  Clearly Hawk adores her!

And just because this picture makes me laugh so hard.....this is why Peanut feels the way he does about Ringo.....