Life in the Big City

What have I been up to? Welllllll...

Went to my first football game - this one was a Nebraska/Northwestern showdown up in Evanston. The game was awesome. Well, maybe that's an overstatement - the game was fine, the gigantic bag of popcorn accompanied by a large cup of fresh-squeezed lemonade was awesome. Dad and I had a blast.

Been hanging at Nana's and playing some ball with Papa in the backyard.

I have a best friend at school. We went on a field trip and spent the entire day joined at the hip. Her name is Nadia.

As always, spending loads of quality time (and loads of not-so-quality time) with Mabel Jane, often in my Polar Bear hat if the weather permits.

And went to Dad's work the other night to pick something up. He asked me if I wanted to take the elevator or walk up the 170 stairs to his office. Two roads diverged in the woods and I... took the stairs. Mission accomplished.

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL??!!!!

So it's upon us, the NFL season starts tomorrow, college football started last week (do NOT mention the Notre Dame loss within 27 feet of my dad if he has a sharp object in his hand) and so we took to the gridiron out at Nana's.

Enough of the princesses and swingsets, it was time for old Finley "Dust Off the Hammer Pants, Can't Touch This" Skertich to strut her stuff with the pigskin.

First I was on defense with Luke and Eli while Isaiah tried to get into the end zone.

Unfortunately for Ice, we caught him at the two-yard line and dragged him down.

Then with the third quarter winding down there was a fumble; I snatched it up and took off.

Nope, this is not Herschel Walker. This is me, a freaking blur on the football field with the rock in my hands.

Now ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you might think that Dad just had the wrong setting on the camera and that's why I'm so blurry. Yeah, and you also might think that the Academy got it right when they gave Shakespeare In Love the Oscar over Saving Private Ryan back in 1999. On both accounts, you are sadly mistaken.

Took this one all the way to the house, leaving the boys like roadkill in my path.