Between the Hedges

For years I had heard how awesome, and beautiful it is between the hedges. It’s one of those things you have to experience for yourself. For the most part the fans are fantastic, and the layout of the stadium is great.

Normally when Vanderbilt plays Georgia it is a day game, and when we play there it is homecoming for them. This year was a smidge different since it was a 7:30 kickoff time. Vanderbilt isn’t known for its football team. Actually there are a lot of people that are fans of the SEC that would like for Vanderbilt to not even be in the SEC because they aren’t the best when it comes to football. I have come to terms that if we actually make it to a bowl game then it has been a really good year.

For Georgia’s homecoming it is awesome because they have the alumni cheerleaders that come back, the Red Coats (marching band), and the twirlers. They normally have about 6 former cheerleaders that show up, and they are in their long skirts and their sweaters. It is fantastic! They get out there and do the cheers, and also will dance and it fills my heart because I love old people. The Red Coats and the twirlers get out before the game the game starts and perform. It truly is an experience.

Two years ago, Vanderbilt surprised everyone and actually won in Athens. This year was not the case. We lost 41-13. Next year we get them in Nashville for the first game of the year. I will be cheering for them to beat Alabama when it comes to the SEC Championship game this year.

Georgia On My Mind

Have you ever thought if you moved to a different place where that would be? I have. Many times actually. I have fallen in love with Colorado and parts of Canada. The places that I fall in love with tend to be small town USA (or Canada). There is one place that if I didn’t live in Tennessee it would be Sandersville, GA.

In 2006 I met my best friend Jill, who is more like a sister to me. She grew up in Sandersville, but was living in Tennessee at the time. Her and her family are HUGE Georgia Bulldog fans, and with me being a HUGE Vanderbilt fan we struck a deal back in 2014. When Vanderbilt played Georgia in Athens we would go to Athens, and when Georgia came to Nashville her brother would come up for that game.

Jill moved back home to Sandersville two years ago. Two years ago Vanderbilt was playing in Athens, but Dustin and I went down early to see Jill’s new house. I instantly fell in love with Sandersville. Like I said I am a sucker for small town USA, and Sandersville was no different. They have the town square, people sitting on their front porches, and the Mayberry like feeling. The thing that sets Sandersville apart is Dairylane.

Dairylane looks like your normal old school hamburger place on the outside. When you get inside you almost don’t believe the prices that it costs for their food – I mean let’s be honest where else can you get a delicious burger for a dollar and some change?!?! You also get to see the jerseys of former players that grew up in the town that went onto play in college and the pros. The milkshakes are heavenly too.

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What I also love about Sandersville is that they are all about some football. Fridays are all about Friday night lights, and Saturdays everyone is wearing their game day attire. The next trip to Sandersville will be in two years. Until then I will be dreaming of cheeseburgers and milkshakes from the dairylane.

Awkward Wife of the Year

The hubs and I decided that we were ready to have a child. I randomly approached him one day, and started talking about when he thought would be a good time for us to start trying to get pregnant. We both agreed on April for two very different reasons. His was because it would be January when the child come, and my busy time of the year would be over at work. Mine was Titans football regular season would be over, and Vanderbilt’s men’s basketball SEC play would be starting up, but not until the middle of January. We can see where our priorities were.

We love a good cruise so we decided to take one in April before their “busy” season started. It was tons of fun as usual to get away from the real world, and not hear the negativity that is always present every single day. We also had the best waiter for our dinners who talked to us about what true sacrifice was. He was from the Caribbean, and worked on a cruise ship 8 months out of the year. His wife stayed at home. She was a nurse and took care of their children. Michael made sure to tell us about how life and marriage are supposed to work.

When we got back home Dustin told me that we were pregnant. I told him there was no way, no one gets pregnant on their first try. For a month we went back and forth, and I told him how crazy he was. I will be the first to admit that I LOVE trying to prove Dustin wrong. So when the day came that I was able to take a pregnancy test I went and got one.

It was a Wednesday night. Both of us will never forget how this went down. There are two tests that come in a box. I took the first one, and waited. It was a faint cross. I didn’t believe it so I took the other one. And once again another faint cross appeared. I was in disbelief. This wasn’t supposed to happen, this NEVER happens. I go into the living room were Dustin is sitting on the couch, and I sit next to him. I told him I needed to talk to him – normally when I say these words it is never a good thing. He said OK…. I didn’t exactly say words – I just handed him both tests. He looked at them, and said kinda shocked “You’re pregnant?” My response was not that great, “I guess so”.

Previously I had been thinking about when we did get pregnant how I would tell Dustin. On Pinterest there is all these cute ways to announce to your spouse that you are pregnant, and I wanted to do something similar. But in my stupor I couldn’t think straight, and just ran straight to him. I still didn’t think it was true so the next morning I got another test and took it at work. This time it was the one that says the words pregnant or not pregnant. Well that sealed the deal, in big bold letters it said PREGNANT.

We still get a big laugh about how awkward I was in telling him that we were expecting. When we talk about the baby this conversation almost always comes up. The good news is too that there will be more of these moments that happen in my life. 🙂

I’ll Take Two New Shoulders

After round one of grand mal seizures I was in the hospital for a week. I would like to tell you that it was a great stay, and that it went smooth sailing – but it didn’t. It was a circus to say the least. I will spare the details, and pray that it doesn’t happen to anyone else.

When I got back home the first thing that happened is we had to schedule an appointment with my orthopedic surgeon. The ortho dr. in the hospital didn’t want to touch me when he heard that I had two previous shoulder surgeries a few years earlier due to wear and tear and a good accident prone story. I didn’t get to see my dr. since we called that morning, but they worked me in to see a NP that was told to “give me whatever I asked for”. All I wanted was a different pain killer since the one I was on wasn’t cutting the pain.

Shortly after that first appointment my dr. got all of my scans, and got me an appointment to sit down and talk to him. When I walked back there the first thing he wanted to do was give me a hug, but he didn’t touch me because well I was fragile. We came up with a game plan that day. I would have a total of three shoulder surgeries. We would start with the left one since it had the most damage – a stripped muscle, and a pretty large break. The right one was left to heal on it’s own and then he would go in and get all the scar tissue out. Then it was back to the left shoulder to get the scar tissue out of that one.

I ended up having surgeries in July, September, and November that year. The dates were scheduled around Vanderbilt football games so I wouldn’t miss any home games – I had priorities hah!