Wednesday, September 17, 2008

My Superbowl

So a joke started between my sister and I several years ago at our church Christmas spectacular. As we filed in with the rest of the Christmas crowd we noticed our music minister sitting onstage beaming with holiday pride. As the show started and the choir sang there was the man in all of his glory. His voice bellowed, his motions were strong and the sweat on his brow all portrayed a man enjoying the finest triumph of his life. As we sat there, we joked that he was truly living "his superbowl." We cracked ourelves up so much that we have since kept the joke going.

Here are a few shining examples:

We put Mom in a Brighton store and there you have it...her superbowl. Give Tiffany a camera and Rookie, you guessed it - superbowl.

As for me, give me a runway and eight models and there you have it, my superbowl. I am here to tell you that I finally lived my dream. When one of the girls in my community group asked if any of us would be interested in attending a fashion show during fashion week, I practically lept at the chance. Not only was this one of my all-time dreams, but I never thought I'd actually get the chance. She informed us that it was a Sunday show featuring an up-and-coming Dallas desinger...say no more, I was sold. Luckily, Stephanie was coming into town and we figured this would be right up her alley, so we dolled up and headed out. It came complete with a red carpet, swag bag and old Project Runway cast-offs! Please enjoy our photo shoot:


  1. Um...I resent that comment. Mom has more pictures of Jake in his short life than I have combined of rookie! :) He is a good boy though!

    Love the pics, y'all are presh!

  2. And...what did you get in your swag bag?? I have always wanted one!

  3. Don't be ashamed of your "secret" blog, I think it's fabulous.