Visit to the Motherland

Some may boast of prowess bold
of the school they think so grand.
But there's a Spirit can ne'er be told.
It's the Spirit of Aggieland!

(I think I take this exact same picture every time I go to an Aggie football game. Here is 2008's.)

Last weekend, Brad drove half the night to pick me up at Houston Hobby around 12:40 AM Saturday, then on to College Station where we got in around 2:45 AM. It was nuts. He is so awesome! We stayed with our gracious friends, the Buckners, whose hospitality is unmatched, especially since they let us have their house while they were out of town. Thank you Jen!

Our crazy Friday night/Saturday morning was made possible by our friend Hurricane Ike, whose gifts just keep coming. While our situation was not nearly so desperate as many in the Houston area, Ike put the Marriott where I had a Friday reservation out of commission until November. Too bad I didn't find that out until Wednesday, which explains our crazy nocturnal journey. Oh well!


The sun was out in full force at the top of the Zone.
My legs are still stinging today.

It was Military Appreciation Day at Kyle Field. It was only appropriate since
both Army and A&M have such deep military tradition. On the field is the flag
they displayed while the Singing Cadets sang 'God Bless America.'

And here are some of my wonderful friends where we met up after the game!
Amber, Mikalah, Rachel, and me