"What are we doing up here, Scully? It's hotter than Hell."
Seriously.
Greetings from Mackay Stadium in Reno, where we are just under one hour until kickoff. It is hoooottt and we are sitting smack dab in the sun. My grandmother is still in the tunnel (wisely staying out of the sun), my grandfather is socializing as only he can, and I am pounding on my Blackberry like the good little SoCal D-Bag that I am. Par for the course for my Daddy, we somehow ended up with tickets in the Nevada section, but darn if they aren't good seats -- 15th row on the 45-yard line. Unfortunately, we have two extra tickets, as my dad and stepmom weren't able to come. My stepmom was admitted to the hospital in Dallas after she had an "attack" of sorts earlier in the week. It was related to her Myasthenia Gravis. She is fine now, but she is undergoing five days of plasmophoresis before heading back to Midland. My dad called to tell us a little while ago that they were listening on the radio in her room and both wearing Texas Tech shirts. We were all pretty worried last week, but I am just thankful she is finally getting treatment, as she had lost around 18 pounds.
It has been a good trip. I haven't had a lot of personal time with these grandparents in a looooong time. Love love love. In other news, I turned $100 into $200 earlier today and pocketed it. (Of course, this is after I turned $100 into NOTHING yesterday...haha!) Methinks I will put my winnings toward a trip home for the Texas game. I probably will be avoiding the casino from here on out. Everything, including my mushroom hair, smells like cigarettes.
Okay. I should go and be social. Not like it is easy...Nevada passed out effing THUNDERSTICKS.
Greetings from Mackay Stadium in Reno, where we are just under one hour until kickoff. It is hoooottt and we are sitting smack dab in the sun. My grandmother is still in the tunnel (wisely staying out of the sun), my grandfather is socializing as only he can, and I am pounding on my Blackberry like the good little SoCal D-Bag that I am. Par for the course for my Daddy, we somehow ended up with tickets in the Nevada section, but darn if they aren't good seats -- 15th row on the 45-yard line. Unfortunately, we have two extra tickets, as my dad and stepmom weren't able to come. My stepmom was admitted to the hospital in Dallas after she had an "attack" of sorts earlier in the week. It was related to her Myasthenia Gravis. She is fine now, but she is undergoing five days of plasmophoresis before heading back to Midland. My dad called to tell us a little while ago that they were listening on the radio in her room and both wearing Texas Tech shirts. We were all pretty worried last week, but I am just thankful she is finally getting treatment, as she had lost around 18 pounds.
It has been a good trip. I haven't had a lot of personal time with these grandparents in a looooong time. Love love love. In other news, I turned $100 into $200 earlier today and pocketed it. (Of course, this is after I turned $100 into NOTHING yesterday...haha!) Methinks I will put my winnings toward a trip home for the Texas game. I probably will be avoiding the casino from here on out. Everything, including my mushroom hair, smells like cigarettes.
Okay. I should go and be social. Not like it is easy...Nevada passed out effing THUNDERSTICKS.