When we weren’t at the football game last weekend, we were here on this farm in southern Georgia.
And, I must admit, the farm did something to my husband.
Since we’ve been home, he can’t stop scouring the internet looking for farms to buy.
Of course, what he really wants is Herschel’s farm, (for obvious reasons.)
I mean, when isn’t it a good idea to be able to survive a zombie apocalypse?
You know, just in case.
I guess I can understand his motivation.
I mean, the suburbs have worked out so well for us, as you know *dripping sarcasm font needed here*
Having the stalker guy living a cool 100 feet away has kind of soured us on the idea of neighbors.
Unless your neighbors are equine.
So Hubbs is looking for isolation.
Kind of like this…
Peace and quiet–
and a lot of fish.
More Georgia posts here:
This weekend kicked off the first home game of the season for the Seminoles and we were at Doak Campbell Stadium to cheer them on.
What’s required to intimidate all opposing teams and all incoming freshman? A bronzed warrior on a horse holding a flaming spear of course.
It was true when I was a student and it’s still true now: Tallahassee in September is hotter than hell. So watching from the skybox was especially nice.
The Marching Chiefs…
Don’t you kind of expect to see zombies chasing them out of the locker room?
Guess I’ve been watching too many episodes of The Walking Dead.
More looking up the cheerleaders’ skirts. Cracks me up every time!
Cracks me up?
This was a random picture of the field with a mix of Marching Chiefs, Golden Girls, Twirlers and Cheerleaders.
Not sure who our ambitious Golden Girl was posing for, but she was really into it.
Chief Osceola is always my favorite.
Even if he is a bit politically incorrect.
And I especially love Renegade.
Talk about a well adjusted horse.
In the middle of all those people, the crowd noise, and even an open flame, he still does his thing.
Although he wasn’t rearing on command this past Saturday.
Maybe he’s a union horse and it wasn’t time for rearing just then.
Chief Osceola still threw down the flaming spear to signal the start of the game, with or without Renegade’s cooperation.
Nevada basically got annihilated.
It made for a rather boring second half.
But, good job Noles!
When you don’t have to pay attention to the score, you can focus more on drinking games and anyone who’s gone to Florida State knows that’s where the action’s really at.
Picking up my Soul Sista from FSU so we could spend a week checking items off our bucket lists…
This is how an otherwise sweet family portrait goes astray…
It starts with a “facebook shot,”
then quickly turns into bad sorority girl poses. OMG. LOL. ROFL.
OMG, I love my family. LOL!