Clear Eyes! Full Hearts! Can't lose!

It's finally here! Season 3 of FNL premiers tonight on Direct TV 101 at 9:00. How excited am I? I've missed my on set time with my yummy-to-look at FNL husband, Kyle Chandler (Coach Eric Taylor) this summer, and have had to suffice by watching last season's episodes on Tivo. And that new trailor has me humming "Devil Town" all day. (listen to it in my playlist) I mean really, haven't you missed this?

Well, wait no longer! Have I got a treat to get you all caught up on the drama that is Dillon Football (especially those non-Direct TV customers who won't see this until January 2009). I will send one lucky person their very own copy of this:

This is my favorite season (and not just because we're in half the episodes)! For instance, Lyla's Baptism in the Season Premier?

And just think when you watch it, you can tell people you know (and by know, I mean you read the blog of) someone in the show. How much better can it get? Well, I also have a special treat in addition to the DVDs, something you can only get by being a part of the FNL experience. So what do you have to do? Simply leave me a comment letting me know your favorite character/episode. I will ask my BFF the random number generator to select a winner at midnight (cst) on Monday, Oct 6th. Good Luck!

Things to put on your Wishlist #1

In my late night traversing through Mr. Gore's superhighway of information, I've stumbled across a myriad of bizarre and creative offerings. These findings have spurred me to create a special category for the blog: Things to put on your Wish list. I thought we'd start off with something perfect for every woman that wants to treated like a princess. your. own. title. of. nobility. Can you even imagine?! According to the website:

This gift idea is guaranteed to bring you or a loved one:
Increased respect from the people you know
VIP treatment
Access to the privileged world
A instant talking point with your friends
Prestige in the financial world
A boost to your personal confidence
Opportunities that otherwise would've passed you by
Opened doors in your career
Discounts in the consumer world

Hello! How do I sign up for this?! Should I go with the ever popular Lady? Or how about the slightly more graceful yet powerful Baroness? Perhaps a more exotic feeling Marchioness? Countess is just so flamboyant, and Dame too plebeian. Is a decision even possible? And before you get too carried away, I should also mention that this title of nobility comes with it's very own tailor fitted ebony jacket. I know, I know, but there's still more. For those that aren't current on your nobility etiquette, there's even a helpful booklet included to teach you how to use your title to its maximum potential. Imagine the Christmas cards I could send out with this :)

Peruse the site, whether you want one for yourself or a friend. Be sure to check out the Royal FAQs here. Happy Title hunting!

Just doing our part to reverse the economic crisis

Saturday we had a garage sale. I have been plotting this sale since July, when I began the great closet clean out. Everything has been living in the guestroom. I couldn't take it anymore. On Friday night we decided to just get it over with, and I must say, this actually was less stressful than the last one that was planned for week in advance. We carried everything to the garage, set up tables and put an ad on Craigslist. Come 6:30 a.m. we raised the garage door and kicked off 5 nonstop hours of garage sale chaos. The goal: to get the excess out of our house and into someone else's. We priced to move!

This is why we do it... (and sadly after one trip to Ikea it was all gone...)

The hubby decided to chip in and do some tree trimming after the sale. (that dresser sure same in handy!)

And for those interested, the Friday Night Lights premier is only 3 days away on Direct TV 101. I have a fun treat in store that day, so be sure to stop by!

Dear Mr. Ryan...

The young-un made his pitching debut tonight for the Orange Crush.

(I of course didn't have my camera and had to suffice to being the crazy mom running around behind the backstop with a camera phone trying to find the best angle.)

Let's take a look at his process...

Thinking about his windup...and watching the runner at 2nd.

Look at that strike...

Walking it back to the mound

For the book- He struck out Batter #1, walked Batter # 2 on a full count, Walked Batter #3, Batter #4 popped out to first, and walked Batter #5 on full count and Batter #6 was interrupted by an out on the base runner. So technically he threw a no-hitter, right :) Nolan, you know how to reach us!

Inferno

I'm pretty sure Open House is somewhere near Dante's 6th circle of hell. In 8 minutes I spewed forth my course syllabus, contact information and a tutorial on how to use my teacherweb. I met 72 parents, fielded 176 questions, fake smiled 248 times, drank 3 coke zeros and tripped over the projector cables once. There are only a few things that can begin to cut through the fuzzy numbness caused by that kind of assault.

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(Thanks Ashley! I can't wait to use it!)

School Picture day

It happens every year... There's no escaping it. And if you thought you escaped it after graduation, all it takes is becoming a teacher to dredge back to the surface some of the most ridiculous, unflattering pictures of yourself. You know, the ones that were printed and labeled in over 1200 leather bound copies each year. An homage to that autographed treasure, here are my yearbook pictures from the good ole days.

I'm sure I was President of FHA...and look at those pearls!

I lost the pearls for my uber fabulous glasses...

Pretty sure this one resulted in an animal rights movement due to the death of whatever small furry creature is on my head.

In the words of Weezer: "Oh oh oh I look just like Buddy Holly"

And the pearls just keep getting bigger!

I had a two page spread with this hair!

Words have failed me. And so has my hair :(

Highly flammable jerri-curls and sky high shoulder pads borrowed from the football team.

This could totally explain global warming. My apologies Mr. Gore.

I can not begin to describe the hours of entertainment provided by this site. Seriously. I don't know who the original models were but they have got to be mortified that these have resurfaced. And lest you think the guys be left out, there are some pretty sweet photo ops for them as well. Now, which of these should I sneak into the yearbook?

Just another day

We spent this weekend back on the set of Friday Night Lights. The hubby got to take his real life band students to the game to perform as the Dillon Panther band. The young un and I just did what we always do...cheer for some football! (And I of course swoon over my FNL boyfriend, Kyle Chandler)