Sometimes I think the books and songs from my childhood are no longer acceptable. Which is sad. Like Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby. I loved Brer Rabbit. Or some of the nursery rhymes we used to sing – that still go round in circles in my head. I mean – I understand why such stories are not politically correct, but they are a part of the culture of the south. I don’t know. It is just a thought.
Have I ever told y’all how much I love my job? I love my job. I have a great job. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I have a more stress filled job. My job is great. I love the people and everything.
And my dog is great too. She is so stinkin cute I can barely take it. So cute. She can be bad, but she is cute. She is getting really tall. And blond.
The weather has been unseasonably warm lately. Like – even warm at night. It was 60 degrees at 10 last night. Weird. But it hasn’t been too hot – just warm.
Thanksgiving was awesome – we finished the half marathon in two hours and a minute or two – which I thought was very respectable and my calf muscles did not appreciate. I was literally sore until yesterday.
Georgia stomped all over the yellow jackets on saturday – which was sweet. I know I haven’t had much to say about my little bulldogs this season, but I think they have done a great job turning the year around and I am proud of them. I’d rather lose to Vandy and Kentucky and beat Auburn and Tech – especially if it ruins Auburn and Tech’s dreams. I’m a sweet girl.
I have been watching a few Ally McBeal episodes on dvd – and let’s just say I’m sad I don’t have all the seasons because I think it is hilarious. On that note – the new show 30 Rock – I was crying laughing when I watched the free episode I downloaded from iTunes. Go get it. It is like the Office but making fun of NBC with Tina Fey and Alec Balwin. Awesome.
Love y’all.
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I’m so glad you posted about these nursery rhymes! My mom was just singing Mammy’s Little Baby over thanksgiving. Which in no way makes it politically correct or acceptable, but I still sing it to Sammy. I also love I’ve Been Workin’ on the Railroad and, my all-time favorite, You Are My Sunshine.
That is so funny! The whole reason Mammy’s little baby has been going around in my head is because my mom likes to sing it to Briscoe. Briscoe loves that song. It has quite a catchy tune.
Okay your half marathon time beat mine by over and hour and a half. Hopefully you didn’t have a foot cramp the entire time like I did. Nice job.
Concerning football: nothing is better than screwing over your main rival’s dreams and the dreams of some big time program. Victory is sweet.