Fall Festivities

Well I hate to brag, but, well, I guess this would be the place to do it, sooo ok, here goes. I'm...DJ's favorite. I know what you're thinking. That's a pretty bold statement there Nichole. And normally, I might agree with you, but the evidence is screaming at me. I've gotta be right. I mean, he spent the whole entire weekend with me. And I'm almost positive he had as much fun as I did. Now you believe me right?

Friday night, we vegged out. Ate some delicious lasagna leftovers (fyi, DJ made the lasagna from scratch on Thursday. It was aMAzing and even better the second day. That's when you know it's really good.) It was so comfy in our house too because it was nice and warm inside and so cold outside. 40s or something ridiculous like that. I fell asleep at 8:00 p.m. It was a great night's sleep.

Saturday was a very special day. Remember this little girl?

Her momma had back surgery so her daddy had to bring her to work and he asked me to come watch her. Which meeeant that I got to go to work with DJ! I was way excited because that's like hallowed ground. That's what it feels like any way since that's where DJ spends probably 90% of his life right now and I don't really know what happens there or what it looks like. So to be invited to enter the sacred inner chambers, aka DJ's "office", was a true honor. I really wanted to take some pictures of him working but I started to feel obnoxious (and sort of ridiculous too, I mean, can you imagine what the guys would think if DJ's wifey started following him around snapping pictures? Not very professional.) so all I got were pictures after everyone left.

This is the main area of the training room. I was surprised at how small it was but I learned that this is a typical-sized training room. UNM's training room was abnormally large and is definitely not the norm. Even the Dallas Cowboys, where DJ interned for a summer, has a much smaller training room than UNM.

This hallway is the back part of the training room. The door to the left is where you walk into the head trainer's office which he shares with DJ. This is where I spent the majority of my time with Addison. Mainly taking her on rides on the little stools. Back and forth. Back. and. forth.

Another view of the main area.

Here's the indoor field. You have to walk through this area to get to the training room. That far wall has pictures of all the all-American players to come out of UT.

This guy is on there.

Here's another view of the indoor field.

And here's the man himself.

After "we" got done working, the plan was to go to a corn maze and pumpkin patch but instead we decided it was too cold and we were feeling too lazy to be running around like fools in a field of corn so instead we stopped alongside the road, bought our pumpkins and went to our nice cozy house.

You can really tell that DJ was almost having as much fun as I was picking out each special pumpkin.

The funny thing is that all these special pumpkins came from New Mexico! The Navajo Nation to be exact. They came out here on a big ginormous truck. Who would have guessed that the first pumpkins I would buy from a "pumpkin patch" would be New Mexico pumpkins in Tennessee?

And here's the special New Mexican pumpkins that I picked out. Now I just need a hay bale to finish the look.

Saturday night we were invited to the Party of the Year. That's what it should be called anyway. It was a great time at an even more amazing house. The ortho surgeon that DJ works with has an annual party at his house and I feel privileged to have been invited. The hosts were the most hospitable, kind, sincere, genuine people that anyone could ever ask for. I felt truly at home and comfortable to have a good time.

Some highlights... best quesadillas ever. Gorgeous house. Enjoyable guests. A delicious cheese platter. (hey, I'm easy to please sometimes. Just give me some good cheese.)

I'm going to leave Sunday's adventures for another post because this is getting to be a verrrrrry looooooong post. But you can look forward to seeing some beautiful pictures of the mountains I now call home. (I'm going to say hopefully tomorrow.)