Photo 365 #73

We went to another Panther football game yesterday, and it was a lot of fun.  We tailgated in the afternoon before the game, we played a couple games of bean bag toss, and generally had a great time.


Of course, the real reason I go to football games (other than to hang out with great friends) is for the band.  Back in high school, I went to home games because I was in the band.  Now that my marching band days are well behind me, I go simply to enjoy the pregame and halftime performances.  Once a band geek, always a band geek. 🙂

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Fall thoughts

leflore marching band

leflore marching band (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Fall, despite being the herald of winter, is easily my favorite season.  And why not?  There’s so much to love: hot apple cider, marching band season, beautiful scenery, not to mention all things pumpkin.  I could go on and on.

There’s always a day in September when it begins.  The air is a little cooler, the walk to school a little more brisk.  Mornings like this hold a special kind of beauty.  The sky seems just a little more blue when the leaves are changing, and the brightness of the sky intensifies the crimson and gold of the leaves.

As a girl, I loved walking home from school in the gutters.

I’m lovely!

As I was slaving over a hot stove preparing supper for the horde of hungry menfolk clamoring for food just outside my kitchen tonight (okay, okay, Seymour and the boys don’t exactly count as a horde of hungry men, but in a couple of years, I’m sure the boys alone will), I learned that my good friend Lindsey (whom I would like to thank profusely once again) had nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award.  So, without further ado, ze rules:

  • Include the blog award logo in your post – check
  • Thank the person who nominated you – double check
  • Provide seven random facts about yourself – check again (see below)
  • Nominate seven other blogs and let them know – alrighty then!

The Facts, Ma’am, Just the Facts

  • I have a terrible memory and it’s getting worse.  If I don’t write things down, I don’t remember them.  Unfortunately, sometimes I remember that I need to write something down, only to forget what that something was!

More stuff and such this way!