Bubba & the Trombone Tackle

First I want to say a big THANK YOU to everyone who took the time to read and comment yesterday about religion. I really appreciate what everyone had to say, and it was so interesting to hear all the different points of view.

Thank you.

I need some time to ponder this subject.
So today we'll cover lighter material.




Have you seen one of these before?
If you have kids in sports, they're very useful.

Apparently they have many uses...

The only thing better than a Bubba Keg?

3 Bubba Kegs!!

They hold a butt-load of water & ice and keep it really cold!
(You can find them at Academy & Target.)


My oldest son uses them the most, because he is playing tackle football.
They have at least two practices a week, for at least two hours each...sometimes more.
and in the Texas heat, water is NECESSARY.

We have discovered not all parents send their kids with water...or enough water.
So we bring several Bubba Kegs to share now.

(They don't touch their mouths to it or share germs, don't worry! I did.)

Here is Donny at his FIRST game.

The gear these boys wear on the field is amazing. I don't know how they move.
Texas Homeboy was there to help with tie the shoulder pads.

And secure the helmet, because I'm sure I did it wrong.

And then they gather on the field to play. Their first game.

(I won't mention they might have lost 30-0.)
I don't know much about football,
but I think I heard some dads saying,
our line wasn't doing very well...
Ok, maybe they used stronger words than that.

Donny was sick, so he didn't actually play.
But he did suit up and support his team.

He's on the line though, and I think they could have used him.

The line didn't hold...the other team cut through like a knife through melted butter.

I had to doodle-out the last name on my son's jersey.
Don't you like the poster-look of this photo?
Picnik is so much fun to use for photo editing.

One more thing...

As you may or may not know, a few weeks ago the boys got one of these:

And, it has since been moved out of the den
and upstairs to the game room, thank goodness.

However, today, the 11 yr old brought home one of these:

He's so excited to be learning a new instrument!
He's joined the middle school band.

I might need some earplugs while he learns how to play.

But when he let out a really loud NOTE,
and poor Annie went running with her stuffed animal...
We all burst into laughter.