Having lunch at school - embarrsing my kid

Alright, the weekend is finally here. Today is family picnic day with sweet baby girl. It's always fun and the kids are so happy that they don't have to eat cafeteria food! And they are actually happy that their parents come to have lunch with them. Unlike my high schooler who would die if I showed up to have lunch with him! I tried to trick him and his friends last week. I had to get some extra football tickets for the game and the secretary in the athletic office was on an early lunch. So I had to go to the school cafeteria to buy the tickets. Being the loving doting mother I am, I was so excited that I was going to get to see my baby at lunch. Unfortunately my timing wasn't perfect and they were already finished and getting ready to go to class. But if you could have seen their faces when I walked up. I told one of the boys I had come to have lunch with them and he almost choked. I acted really disappointed that they were not happy to see me. Of course my son tried to act like he didn't know me, like his friends don't know me!! Ha. Anyway it's fun to be a parent - most of the time.

100 years of football continues. Tonight we will honor players from the 1980's - my "era". Hope to see some old friends and their families. Cruisin' the Coast will wind down this weekend. I hope to get out and see some of those Ford Mustang and Chevy Camero cars that I "covet". Forgive me Lord - I am truly thankful for the Windstar mini-van!!

100 Years of Friday Night Football

***UPDATE**
We won!!! What a great football game. Exciting nail-biter down to the last 8 seconds of the game. Woo-Hoo. It was great to see my brother and his teammates together again. Some had not be "home" since graduation. A few travel between 3-7 hours just to come for the game.
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It's beginning to feel like true Fall weather around here. I love the crisp air earlier in the morning. I love to open my windows and air out the house. It smells so clean and fresh Tonight it's Friday night football. This year our town is celebrating 100 years of football and tonight they will honor past players from the 1970s. My oldest brother will be out on the gridiron once again. I remember growing up how much he loved football. Lonnie ate, breathed and slept football. He wanted me to love it too. He tried to explain to me once what those X's and O's meant as he studied his play book. I tried to seem really interested but wanted to play tic tac toe with the X's and O's instead. He wasn't the biggest player on the team, but he had the biggest desire to be out there. He never broke curfew on Thursday nights. The coach would call to make sure his players were in early and getting rest before the game on Friday. He had to personally speak to them to make sure the parents weren't covering for them. They had so much pride in their team and school. He didn't play in college, but has continued through the years to stay involved with sports as a volunteer coach. He gave everything he had to teaching those kids discipline and fundamentals.

He's a little older now and had to give it up do to bad knees, but he makes a great armchair quarterback on the weekends. Now days he supports the team on Friday nights and he gets to see his old coach. I'm sure they still talk about the good old days. My family will be on the sidelines again cheering him on as we shout out their class moto" "GHS mighty are we, we're the class of '73!" Go Commodores!!!