trash talkin'

i just learned

that my dad

the mayor of farmersville, texas

and

the mayor

who i don't even care to know his name

of farmersville's number one rival,

princeton, texas

have entered into a duel.

of sorts.

TODAY.

friday.

is THE big rival game

between the Farmersville Farmers and the Princeton Panthers (or, more affectionately known, The Princeton Sucks-and-Who-Cares-What-They-Are-Anyway-Meow-Meow)

and the loser-mayor

of whatever team loses

(OH GOD NOT FARMERSVILLE NOT FARMERSVILLE PLEASE NOT FARMERSVILLE)

has to disgrace himself by wearing a jersey of the other town's team.

and it's only a disgrace, of course, if my father has to don a princeton jersey

 in honor of his word.

which, in that case, actually, dad, you don't actually have to do this.

just run.

if we lose,

 just run, far, FAR away

and never return.

it would be undoubtedly better than putting on a Princeton Meow-Meow jersey.

ode to a momma

I'm waking up in a good mood lately. :)

when i was a very young girl growing up in farmersville, texas, i had a happy childhood.

we lived in a great, big, old victorian style house, all the grace, of course, which was lost entirely on my brothers and me.

it was big.

and cavernous.

and echo-y.

and often, and by "often," i do mean perhaps, "every single morning," my mom walked through this rickety old house singing this song at the top of her lungs.

it pleased her to wake us up so joyously.

of course, the joy was lost on entirely on my brothers and myself.

we preferred to groan ansd scream and yell at her to leave our lights turned out.

but what a good mom i have!

our surly attitudes, out in full force, were no match for her love of gene kelly/her love for annoying us all so much!

did your mom ever do something like this?

 i imagine most moms being particularly chipper in the face of early-morning grogginess.