Despite the fact that I have already written today lamenting about how difficult it is to be a housewife, I have settled in this Monday evening with my Sam Adams Seasonal Lager to share a specific example of just how hard being a housewife really is. Late last week, one of my mom's best friends (Marissa- mother to Maggie) texted me that she had a recipe she wanted to send me. I eagerly sent her my e-mail address and she forwarded me a recipe for a baked potato casserole. The casserole called for potatoes, bacon, cheese and cream cheese so I know you are sitting behind whatever electronic device you are reading this post on wondering what in the world can go wrong making a casserole with those ingredients?
Well, let me be the first to tell you, lots.
I got off work and stopped at our friendly neighborhood Publix (I generally refuse to stop at Publix on Monday afternoons but because we sat by the pool for just a little bit too long yesterday, we didn't make it last night as is our usual Sunday night ritual). The recipe called for boxed mashed potatoes, a rotisserie chicken and frozen broccoli. Because my husband makes killer mashed potatoes and we have a freezer full of chicken that I stocked up on when it was the rare $2.99 a pound, I decided to go for overachiever status (I should have thought back to the Chocolate Cupcake Debacle, but how quickly we forget). Looking back, I think Marissa probably sent me the recipe because it was supposed to be QUICK and EASY, but I missed that memo. I gathered my ingredients, braved the 31 traffic and arrived home just before Kevin. I unloaded the groceries and compiled all the ingredients and put the water on to boil the potatoes. Now if you have ever observed me in the kitchen, it is not a sight for the faint of heart. I always have ten different things going on and manage to trash the kitchen no matter how simple the dish I am making may be. So potatoes are in the water, chicken is in the skillet, and some how I manage to get all the vegetables chopped without burning the house down. I take the chicken out of the skillet and shred it while Kevin is "working" with Charles on learning his first command (more on this later), and perhaps this is where it all went sour.
I mentioned above that my husband makes killer mashed potatoes, yes that is right, my HUSBAND, not myself. If you know me at all, you know patience is not one of my strong suits. Since Kevin was with Charles and the chicken was shredded my slightly OCD self started to get a little antsy. I poked the potatoes with a fork. Still a little stiff. Paced around the kitchen for a few minutes, checked my Facebook, booted up my computer, you get the drill. Poked them again. Said to heck with it. I got the potatoes out and begin pounding on them with my handy dandy potato smasher, putting some serious effort into mashing those potatoes. Didn't work. Time to get serious. I get out the mixer. Pour in the milk and a hunk of butter. Turned the mixer on high and gave it a quick turbo boost. All this accomplished was spraying hot milk all over the kitchen and myself. At this point I started to get really frustrated. I grabbed handful of potatoes and put them in a microwave safe bowl. Chunk the bowl in the microwave in an effort to nuke the potatoes and force them into submission so I could beat them. Leave them in the microwave 2.5 minutes instead of the requisite 4. Take potatoes out of microwave and pour back in mixing bowl. Now potatoes are overcooked and still not of a proper consistency to mash.
This is the point at which my husband and dog walk in the door to a mess of mashed potatoes all over the walls and in my hair and still no dinner on the table. Seeing this as a turning point, I decided to forego the mashed potato casserole because it was just way too complicated. I defeatedly put two potatoes in the microwave and decide we will just make our own stuffed baked potatoes. I'm still feeling optimistic at this point and actually patting myself on the back for keeping my sense of humor throughout the incident. In my haste and probably a little bit because I am all puffed up being proud of myself, I forget to stab holes in the potatoes. About five minutes in, Kevin hears the sizzling and asks me if I poked holes in them. We fling open the microwave, seconds before the potatoes combust. Disaster diverted, husband to the rescue, Kevin pokes holes in the potatoes. Three minutes later, dinner is served.
Cooking lesson number 1: always follow the recipe!
Monday, April 9, 2012
An Ode to Housewives
Let me begin by saying, I am not really a housewife. For the next month, I am still a full time student working two part time jobs. Then for the two months following graduation, I will be a frazzled almost lawyer studying 24/7 with hopes of passing the bar exam in July. However, I think because I am taking 13 hours and working two jobs while trying to be a good wife and raise our "fur baby," I can take a moment to lament about how hard it is to be a housewife.
Before I married Kevin, I lived in my parent's house, a series of dorm rooms, and three sub par apartments that I was happy to call my own. So needless to say, not a whole lot of thought went into cooking and cleaning. I found small success in cooking a casserole once a week and having clean clothes to wear.
Now that I am married, I have a strong desire to keep a clean house, cook nutritious meals, pay lots of attention to Charles and Kevin, and do little things around the house that make our house seem like a home. Prior to getting married, crafting and decorating for holidays were not in my vocabulary. I will give a shout out to pinterest for making both of these tasks a little bit easier for a newbie.
I will just come out and say it. It is extremely HARD to come home after an 8:00 to 5:00 day and feel like cooking dinner, washing clothes or vacuuming up what seems to be pounds and pounds of what we affectionately refer to as "Chuck Funk" off every hard surface, high and low, in our sweet little Townhouse. I don't think I ever really appreciated the amount of time and effort my mom put into our "home" growing up. Dishes, laundry, dusting, windexing, sweeping, mopping, and all the various other household chores take time and energy. Making a house a home is something my mother did, and did well, with three small children clinging to her legs, and always a handful of furry friends wreaking havoc as well.
Becoming a housewife is definitely a challenge for me, but it is a challenge I'm willing to take on. I will proudly say with the help of e-mealz, I with the help of my wonderful husband, managed to cook a healthy dinner at least 4 nights a week. Now, our bedroom may be a disaster area and the laundry bin may be overflowing down the stairs, but cooking dinner at home during the week is a baby step for us (Don't give me too much credit- Friday and Saturday are still out to eat nights for us!). My project for the next couple months is to get on some type of cleaning schedule to at least keep out house "organized chaos" instead of "tornado just blew through" chaos.
So there you have it, my lament about how hard it is to be a housewife. But instead of a lament, I think I'll call it more of an ode to the housewives who I have had the opportunity to watch make a house a home, my mom, my mother in law, various aunts and friends. May I one day as adept at being a wife as each of you are! Thank you for setting the example. Now I think a month's worth of laundry is calling my name.
Before I married Kevin, I lived in my parent's house, a series of dorm rooms, and three sub par apartments that I was happy to call my own. So needless to say, not a whole lot of thought went into cooking and cleaning. I found small success in cooking a casserole once a week and having clean clothes to wear.
Now that I am married, I have a strong desire to keep a clean house, cook nutritious meals, pay lots of attention to Charles and Kevin, and do little things around the house that make our house seem like a home. Prior to getting married, crafting and decorating for holidays were not in my vocabulary. I will give a shout out to pinterest for making both of these tasks a little bit easier for a newbie.
I will just come out and say it. It is extremely HARD to come home after an 8:00 to 5:00 day and feel like cooking dinner, washing clothes or vacuuming up what seems to be pounds and pounds of what we affectionately refer to as "Chuck Funk" off every hard surface, high and low, in our sweet little Townhouse. I don't think I ever really appreciated the amount of time and effort my mom put into our "home" growing up. Dishes, laundry, dusting, windexing, sweeping, mopping, and all the various other household chores take time and energy. Making a house a home is something my mother did, and did well, with three small children clinging to her legs, and always a handful of furry friends wreaking havoc as well.
Becoming a housewife is definitely a challenge for me, but it is a challenge I'm willing to take on. I will proudly say with the help of e-mealz, I with the help of my wonderful husband, managed to cook a healthy dinner at least 4 nights a week. Now, our bedroom may be a disaster area and the laundry bin may be overflowing down the stairs, but cooking dinner at home during the week is a baby step for us (Don't give me too much credit- Friday and Saturday are still out to eat nights for us!). My project for the next couple months is to get on some type of cleaning schedule to at least keep out house "organized chaos" instead of "tornado just blew through" chaos.
So there you have it, my lament about how hard it is to be a housewife. But instead of a lament, I think I'll call it more of an ode to the housewives who I have had the opportunity to watch make a house a home, my mom, my mother in law, various aunts and friends. May I one day as adept at being a wife as each of you are! Thank you for setting the example. Now I think a month's worth of laundry is calling my name.
Friday, April 6, 2012
How Can We Be Easter People?
As I was walking Charles on this beautiful spring afternoon, I had a few quiet moments in the midst of a busy busy few months to collect my thoughts. Easter is one of my favorite holidays, and spring is one of my favorite seasons. As I think about this Easter season, I began to ponder what Easter means to me. Easter is about starting over, about second chances, and about a gracious God who gave an undeserving people, an unbelievable gift of everlasting life. As a recipient of such a blessing, I began to think about what it means to be a good steward of the life I have been give on this earth.
Implicit in the understanding that we live on this earth is an understanding that one day our time here will come to an end. I hope the end of my time on earth comes when I am many many years old with a face full of wrinkles, two hearing aids, and a handful of great grandchildren I've gotten to love on, while I am laying in bed next to me sweet sweet husband who I love a million times more than the day I met him.
As believers, we find peace and hope in that our time on earth will be followed by everlasting life in heaven. I think this is a hard promise to grab hold of sometimes. I have been very blessed in many ways. I have a hard time comprehending a day when I will be ready for my life on earth to come to a close because I find such joy in the life I have been given. I think faith allows us to believe in the promise of everlasting life when it is not something logic will quite allow us to comprehend. I think of the times in my life when I have experienced great joy. Beach trips and holidays with my family, my dad's recovery from heart surgery, graduating from college, spending a semester in Washington D.C., meeting, falling in love and marrying my husband and bringing Charles home for the first time are all experiences that top my list. My mind cannot comprehend how wonderful everlasting life must be to exceed the joy I have felt in those moments. Yet this is what God promises for his followers, and in that promise I find great comfort.
I pray that with the time I have been given, I will be a good steward of God's blessings. I will use my gifts and talents to glorify God. I will try to love others who I don't feel like loving in the same way God has loved me when I haven't deserved it. I pray for myself and my loved ones to live full lives. That when we near the end of our days, that we can look back on our lives and feel fulfilled, satisfied, and flat out tired from living and loving with everything we have in us.
Then I began to think about death. I think people deal with knowing a loved one is dying in a myriad of ways. Two primary ways come to mind. I think many people when they learn a loved one is dying seek to surround that person with love and comfort, to keep them company, and help them know they are not alone. I think others pull away in an effort to distance themselves so the pain won't be quite as strong when the day comes that they have to say goodbye. I tend to be more of the type to want to spend as much time as possible with people I love when I know their days are few.
How different would my life be, if I loved those around me so fully and completely everyday as I seek to love them when I know we are running out of time? I want to strive to live my life and love people every hour of every day. I want to surround those around me with love, comfort, friendship and companionship while they are living not just when they are dying. I know with certainty this is not an easy task, nor one that I will be able to execute with perfection. To me this is how we can be Easter people living the meaning of Easter every day of the year.
Implicit in the understanding that we live on this earth is an understanding that one day our time here will come to an end. I hope the end of my time on earth comes when I am many many years old with a face full of wrinkles, two hearing aids, and a handful of great grandchildren I've gotten to love on, while I am laying in bed next to me sweet sweet husband who I love a million times more than the day I met him.
As believers, we find peace and hope in that our time on earth will be followed by everlasting life in heaven. I think this is a hard promise to grab hold of sometimes. I have been very blessed in many ways. I have a hard time comprehending a day when I will be ready for my life on earth to come to a close because I find such joy in the life I have been given. I think faith allows us to believe in the promise of everlasting life when it is not something logic will quite allow us to comprehend. I think of the times in my life when I have experienced great joy. Beach trips and holidays with my family, my dad's recovery from heart surgery, graduating from college, spending a semester in Washington D.C., meeting, falling in love and marrying my husband and bringing Charles home for the first time are all experiences that top my list. My mind cannot comprehend how wonderful everlasting life must be to exceed the joy I have felt in those moments. Yet this is what God promises for his followers, and in that promise I find great comfort.
I pray that with the time I have been given, I will be a good steward of God's blessings. I will use my gifts and talents to glorify God. I will try to love others who I don't feel like loving in the same way God has loved me when I haven't deserved it. I pray for myself and my loved ones to live full lives. That when we near the end of our days, that we can look back on our lives and feel fulfilled, satisfied, and flat out tired from living and loving with everything we have in us.
Then I began to think about death. I think people deal with knowing a loved one is dying in a myriad of ways. Two primary ways come to mind. I think many people when they learn a loved one is dying seek to surround that person with love and comfort, to keep them company, and help them know they are not alone. I think others pull away in an effort to distance themselves so the pain won't be quite as strong when the day comes that they have to say goodbye. I tend to be more of the type to want to spend as much time as possible with people I love when I know their days are few.
How different would my life be, if I loved those around me so fully and completely everyday as I seek to love them when I know we are running out of time? I want to strive to live my life and love people every hour of every day. I want to surround those around me with love, comfort, friendship and companionship while they are living not just when they are dying. I know with certainty this is not an easy task, nor one that I will be able to execute with perfection. To me this is how we can be Easter people living the meaning of Easter every day of the year.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Spring has Sprung
Well, it seems winter is officially over in Alabama, not that I am sure we ever really had one to begin with. Life has been pretty chaotic around the Houston household and it doesn't appear that is going to change any time in the foreseeable future. February was a really fun month as we spent lots of time going to concerts and with family and friends. Our month long concert tour started with:
My parents gave us Rascal Flatts tickets for Christmas, so we put on our boots, met up with the fam and went to the show. I don't think it was either one of our favorite concerts (too many yippy teenagers and rowdy middle aged women), but we had a good time nevertheless.
For Kevin's birthday, I gave him tickets to see
Yonder Mountain String Band. They played at one of our favorite venues, Workplay. I had never really listened to much of their music but it turned out to be a great show.
We then had our friends Wes and Jill come into town so we could go see
Jimmy Buffet and the Coral Reefer Band at the BJCC. I think after the concert we are both unashamedly parrot heads. Jimmy put on a great show, and it is always good to catch up with Wes and Jill.
Our concert tour ended with
who played at the
If you haven't had the opportunity to see a concert at the Alabama, it is a must for anyone who lives in the area. The venue is beautiful and has tons of great history. We are planning to go back as part of the film series they do every year.
This week was Rascal day at Cumberland so I thought it would be fun to take Charles with me to school. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Cumberland/Samford traditions, every year during law week, the law students get to bring their dogs to school as a tribute to Rascal, the old Cumberland Mascot. Charles got all gussied up, received 2 squirts of his deodorizing spray and packed three new bones in my bag to hopefully distract him during my classes. Let's just say, that the bones did not distract him, Charles did not behave at school, and after approximately 2 hours Charles found himself back at home, all dressed up with no where to go. He didn't even make it to the parade. But, how could I really stay mad at this face:
Here are a few more recent pictures of Charles (Yes, I realize that we have become those people who treat their dog like a child and consequently have made peace with the love the devotion we have for our fur baby)
In other news, we have a new member of the family:
Meet Baby Cedric, my grandfather's new puppy. We can't wait until Cedric is big enough to play with Charles, and I am sure we will have some baby Cedric stories to share as well.
We also found out that one of my dad's hunting buddies, Butch, is the proud owner of two of Charles's relatives.
Meet Chopper and Ace, Chuck's Country cousins.
Today I was feeling especially springy, so I drug my sweet husband to his least favorite place on the face of the planet, a.k.a. Hobby Lobby. However, I think even he would agree the fruits of our labor were well worth it as our trip to Hobby Lobby resulted in this:
Now I know to all the pintresting fanatics out there, this is probably not that impressive, but to someone who almost failed elementary school art and subsequently college level art appreciation, this is quite an accomplishment. Baby steps, baby steps.
We are counting the days and hours until my spring break and going to Washington, D.C. and Annapolis, Maryland. I plan to show Kevin all my old stomping grounds in D.C., and we are looking forward to some quality family time with Michele, Phil and Savannah in Annapolis. I suppose I should arrange Charles's supervision ASAP. I think its about time for him to bond with his grandparents again.
Hope spring has sprung for all of you! Smile a Corgi loves you!
My parents gave us Rascal Flatts tickets for Christmas, so we put on our boots, met up with the fam and went to the show. I don't think it was either one of our favorite concerts (too many yippy teenagers and rowdy middle aged women), but we had a good time nevertheless.
For Kevin's birthday, I gave him tickets to see
Yonder Mountain String Band. They played at one of our favorite venues, Workplay. I had never really listened to much of their music but it turned out to be a great show.
We then had our friends Wes and Jill come into town so we could go see
Jimmy Buffet and the Coral Reefer Band at the BJCC. I think after the concert we are both unashamedly parrot heads. Jimmy put on a great show, and it is always good to catch up with Wes and Jill.
Our concert tour ended with
This week was Rascal day at Cumberland so I thought it would be fun to take Charles with me to school. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Cumberland/Samford traditions, every year during law week, the law students get to bring their dogs to school as a tribute to Rascal, the old Cumberland Mascot. Charles got all gussied up, received 2 squirts of his deodorizing spray and packed three new bones in my bag to hopefully distract him during my classes. Let's just say, that the bones did not distract him, Charles did not behave at school, and after approximately 2 hours Charles found himself back at home, all dressed up with no where to go. He didn't even make it to the parade. But, how could I really stay mad at this face:
Here are a few more recent pictures of Charles (Yes, I realize that we have become those people who treat their dog like a child and consequently have made peace with the love the devotion we have for our fur baby)
In other news, we have a new member of the family:
We also found out that one of my dad's hunting buddies, Butch, is the proud owner of two of Charles's relatives.
Today I was feeling especially springy, so I drug my sweet husband to his least favorite place on the face of the planet, a.k.a. Hobby Lobby. However, I think even he would agree the fruits of our labor were well worth it as our trip to Hobby Lobby resulted in this:
Now I know to all the pintresting fanatics out there, this is probably not that impressive, but to someone who almost failed elementary school art and subsequently college level art appreciation, this is quite an accomplishment. Baby steps, baby steps.
We are counting the days and hours until my spring break and going to Washington, D.C. and Annapolis, Maryland. I plan to show Kevin all my old stomping grounds in D.C., and we are looking forward to some quality family time with Michele, Phil and Savannah in Annapolis. I suppose I should arrange Charles's supervision ASAP. I think its about time for him to bond with his grandparents again.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
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Kevin and I have thoroughly been enjoying our Christmas gift of a subscription to Netflix. We are about halfway through season 2, and I think Charles is really enjoying it too!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Things We are Loving
Well, my last semester of law school has started with a bang. Between school and working for an attorney here in town, we have been very busy, but not to worry Charles has still been getting to go on plenty of walks and get into plenty of trouble. I thought I would dedicate this post to things I am loving these days several of which are actually making my life easier. I think being married while trying to finish grad school and hold down a 20 hour a week job has given me a new found respect for all those wives and moms out there. We don't even have any kids (other than Charles) and keeping a clean house, cooking healthy meals, and doing well in school is proving to be a daunting task. I am definitely enjoying the challenge and am very fortunate to have a wonderful husband who has a willing hand and a willing heart and always has dinner waiting when I get home from my evening class on Wednesday nights (more on last weeks dinner to follow). All that being said, here are a few things I am really enjoying these days.
1. Sam Adams Cherry Wheat Beer- I first had this beer when we were in the Atlanta airport coming home from our honeymoon and I fell in love. I hadn't been able to find it in the grocery store until a couple of weeks ago and our refrigerator is now fully stocked!
http://e-mealz.com/
3. The Firm- Kevin and I are both avid John Grisham fans and when we saw NBC was coming out with a TV show based on Grisham's best selling novel, the Firm, we are intrigued. After three weeks, we are hooked and anxiously await Thursday evenings to each the next chapter in the story unfold.
4. Couponing- Now I doubt I will ever be an extreme couponer, partially because I don't have the time and partially because I am not a hoarder. However, we have started a Sunday tradition of getting the Sunday paper and clipping coupons and then grocery shopping on Sunday afternoons. I've also taken to checking Southern Saver for the sale ads so I can make sure I don't miss out good deals at Publix. Last week we saved $25 and this week we saved $20 and got a $10 gift card for spending $100 at Publix. I think our best buy today was dog food for Charles. We winded up getting a 44 pound bag of Purina for $18.99 (normally $25.00 but $19.99 with a Pet Supplies Plus card and an additional $1.00 off with a manufacture's coupon). Charles won't go hungry and we were thrilled with the good deal.
http://www.southernsavers.com/
5. The Boot- The Boot is our favorite new restaurant. They have a great beer selection and fabulous food for affordable prices. Even better is the fact we bought a Livingsocial deal for the Boot allowing us to get $26 worth of food for $13!
http://thebootatpreservevillage.vpweb.com/
6. Breakfast- We received so many great gifts for our wedding and have been having a wonderful time trying them all out. Saturdays have quickly become our breakfast day and we have made waffles, fresh orange juice, omelets, bacons, and egg mcmuffins so far. We also like the added bonus of eating at home!
Well those are some of the things we are loving right now. Looking forward to a busy week and 2 concerts next weekend. Hopefully if the weather is nice on Saturday, Charles will get to go hiking at the Moss Rock Preserve.
Monday, January 9, 2012
and it's January 9th
Well today was my last first day of school. After over 20 years of getting up and going to school everyday, I am not quite sure how I feel about being so close to the finish line. I don't think it has really hit me yet but I expect a combination of relief, accomplishment, satisfaction, fear and anxiety will arise in the next few months. I am so thankful for the opportunities I have been given to further my education. I have made great friends, been taught by inspirational individuals and even learned a little along the way. I am excited to see what doors will open for me following graduation and the bar exam, but I won't get ahead of myself and am going to attempt to push through the home stretch this last semester.
Today is as I am sure all of you know the BCS national championship game. My whole family, excluding Kevin, me, Charles and Dixie who are holding down the fort in Birmingham, has traveled to New Orleans for the big game. Now, I am going to let you in on a little secret: I couldn't care less who wins tonight. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy SEC football and I will spend a Saturday watching games with the best of them (This is probably a good thing seeing as how I married a Houston). I have even been to a national championship game. In 2010, my dad and I traveled out to Pasadena to watch Alabama take on Texas.
All that being said, my love of football comes from the way it can bring people together. My fondest football memories involve friends and family, good food and good beer. When my dad and I went to Pasadena, the trip was special because we had the opportunity to spend time together and explore a new city. Who won a football game had no bearing on how special our trip was. Since meeting Kevin, I have been to several Auburn games. We have seen Auburn play Kentucky in Lexington, been to an SEC championship game at the Georgia dome, stayed in a game day condo in Auburn, watched my alma mater lose to the tigers in Jordon Hare, and sat in a Super Suite for the Chick-fil-a bowl. While Auburn won each of the games, the score of the game is not what made the games special. What makes each of these experiences special is being with my husband and spending time with good friends. What a bunch of eighteen and nineteen year olds do on a football field is immaterial but the memories you make with family and friends watching said eighteen and nineteen year olds will last you a lifetime.
So tonight, I hope all the fans, keep things in perspective. Have fun, be safe, and savor the moment. Be grateful for another day with the people you love. Wherever you are and whoever you are with, Geaux Tigers, Roll Tide and cheers. May the best team win!
Here are a few pictures from our to San Diego, LA and Pasadena two years ago
Today is as I am sure all of you know the BCS national championship game. My whole family, excluding Kevin, me, Charles and Dixie who are holding down the fort in Birmingham, has traveled to New Orleans for the big game. Now, I am going to let you in on a little secret: I couldn't care less who wins tonight. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy SEC football and I will spend a Saturday watching games with the best of them (This is probably a good thing seeing as how I married a Houston). I have even been to a national championship game. In 2010, my dad and I traveled out to Pasadena to watch Alabama take on Texas.
All that being said, my love of football comes from the way it can bring people together. My fondest football memories involve friends and family, good food and good beer. When my dad and I went to Pasadena, the trip was special because we had the opportunity to spend time together and explore a new city. Who won a football game had no bearing on how special our trip was. Since meeting Kevin, I have been to several Auburn games. We have seen Auburn play Kentucky in Lexington, been to an SEC championship game at the Georgia dome, stayed in a game day condo in Auburn, watched my alma mater lose to the tigers in Jordon Hare, and sat in a Super Suite for the Chick-fil-a bowl. While Auburn won each of the games, the score of the game is not what made the games special. What makes each of these experiences special is being with my husband and spending time with good friends. What a bunch of eighteen and nineteen year olds do on a football field is immaterial but the memories you make with family and friends watching said eighteen and nineteen year olds will last you a lifetime.
So tonight, I hope all the fans, keep things in perspective. Have fun, be safe, and savor the moment. Be grateful for another day with the people you love. Wherever you are and whoever you are with, Geaux Tigers, Roll Tide and cheers. May the best team win!
Here are a few pictures from our to San Diego, LA and Pasadena two years ago
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