Wednesday, December 01, 2004

A new post is overdue and I'm still at a loss at what to say. So let me conjure up the old thinking cap and drink my Manhattan with too much sweet vermouth.

Thanksgiving was the goodness that it usually is. It is one of my favorite holidays. I ate too much (original I know).

School is wrapping up. I found out today I actually have a bachealor of science. I can't tell you why or how, but ok. I'm going to speak to my academic advisor to find out why or/and how this came about. How did I not know about this? The drawbacks to being an athlete. humph.

It's looking promising on the whole graduation thing, keep your fingers crossed.

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

The sky is falling, the sky is falling

It's election day

I have already sent in my absentee ballot. So no violating the sanctity of the voting booth today. So now all I can do is buy a six pack, gather some friends and cross my fingers.

The good news is I was given a CD from the U.S. Army Field Band, so I can create the hazy facade of hopefulness and patriotism.

and oh yeah, Don't forget to vote!

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Let's Stay Together

Happy 26th Anniversary!

Tahoe Baby Posted by Hello

I would like to thank these people for my blue eyes, sound vision, fashion sense and republican ideals!

I jest, I jest.

I said 'happy anniversary' and dad said 'thank you.'

'No, thank you.'

I love you guys, I hope you're having a wonderful day.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

The Unsinkable Buddy Christ

`Miraculous` Christ Washes Up in Texas Rio Grande
Tue Sep 28,11:17 AM ET

MONTERREY, Mexico (Reuters) - A fiberglass statue of Christ that washed up on a sandbar in the Rio Grande three weeks ago is attracting scores of devout pilgrims to a police department lost-and-found and being hailed as a miracle.

Police in Eagle Pass, Texas, said up to 40 people a day are coming to pay homage to the five-foot-tall figurine, known as "The Christ of the Undocumented," which was found by U.S. Border Patrol agents in the river.

"Some come to pray, and some come and just touch it," police lieutenant Daniel Morales said by telephone on Monday. "We have never experienced anything like this before, and interest is growing by the day."

The border city, which lies opposite Piedras Negras in northern Mexico, has a large Mexican community. Many arrived illegally by way of the river, and most are devout Roman Catholics.

Morales said the life-like statuette, which turned up without a crucifix base, would probably be given to a church in the border city if no-one came forward to claim it within 90 days.

Local Catholic Church authorities called the figure`s arrival "miraculous" and said they wanted to place it in a specially dedicated chapel in the city.

"Jesus Christ manifests himself in many places, but he showed himself here in the way of an undocumented migrant," said Marta Ramirez, a spokeswoman for the city`s Our Lady of Refuge Church.

"We think it`s appropriate to place it in a special chapel."

Thursday, September 23, 2004

It's kinda like a punch in the gut that you deserved a long time ago

And then on a random Thursday night it hits me like a belly flop off the high dive.

I am sitting here in my little studio apartment. I want to talk to my brother and he is in China. I miss being able to chat about stupid stuff. E-mail is nice but the voice provides a comfort that text fails to provide.

Even if it is only a dumb voice mail and a return phone call a week later...

Notes from class

*My Notes from Crisis Communications today*

My mind is wandering in and out of this hopeless dribble.
I know he sees the pained look on my face, the same look on everyone's faces.
Entertainment Television is fast food television. That's fun. He says that's a fun source of news about serious issues.
The 'that's' is oozing with sarcasm and disdain. The sorority girls squirm uncomfortably, slowly removing their hands from the air.
This is gut wrenching monotone, regurgitating information he already typed up on a hand out. I think I hate this man.
Talk about other things that might be helpful or interesting that didn't make it on to the paper you fucking bastard. I don't need you to read what is on the sheet on my desk.

I think I am going to compile my ramblings over the semester and staple them to my teacher evaluation form.

We went to the Dirty Dog Tavern last night to listen to live crappy country music and drink penny beer to celebrate my friend's 22nd birthday. A couple of birthday shots into the night, he decided that we should have babies because 'they would smash the ball 500 ft. Every time they got up to bat.'(He plays baseball and always uses such flattery on girls he's trying to impregnate...)'Just think of your crotch as the new Yankees farm system.' He's from New York and I think I broke his heart and ended our friendship when I said my kid will never play for the Yankees.

Monday, September 20, 2004

Brother dearest, while abroad limit yourself to only one illegitimate baby, please

BEIJING (Reuters) - A court in China's southern boomtown of Shenzhen has fined a couple 780,000 yuan ($94,250) and sealed off their house for having more than one child, the Beijing Morning Post said Monday.

The pair were among nine couples who were fined "social fostering fees" for their extra children, the newspaper said. They had their first boy in 1997 and last year had twin boys, the newspaper said.

With approximately 1.3 billion people, China is the world's most populous nation. It has stringent rules on family planning that allow couples usually to have just one child, at least in cities, and limit numbers elsewhere.

The couple's house had been sealed up "according to the law," the paper said, or until they pay the fine which was unusually large. A house is sealed with a white paper bearing the stamp of a local court pasted across the front door.

Punishment for having more than one child can include having the power to the offending couple's house or to the houses of relatives being cut off.

Sunday, September 19, 2004

What Would Jesus Do? Posted by Hello
An Update of Sorts

Well, I have entered the final semester of my college career. I believe my graduation ceremony begins at 8 a.m. Dec. 18, 2004. I'm really thinking we should do a graduation party in the home state instead of having everyone break their necks to get out here in the miserable Oklahoma winter weather. I'll confer with the parental units and keep you posted. Besides graduations are painfully boring, we should celebrate the graduation instead.

This blog has been neglected so I am doing some maintentance.

*Things that are new*
  • apartment:A little studio on the other side of Wal-mart. It feels temporary, which works because I'm moving out of here mid-December.
  • roommates (2 kittens): Fabio and Duff really aren't kittens anymore. They are in the teenage punk stage of catdom. They act like teenage boys that haven't grown into their bodies yet, which is mostly true.
  • internship: I'm the new clueless intern for the Allied Arts program,, at OSU. It really is a fun internship, free tickets. I get to do a lot of creative work, it has made me realize I like my major more than I thought. Who knew there were opportunities in public relations in which you didn't have to be a scumbag?

I also serve as secretary and voting member for the Allied Arts Selection Committee.

We get to pick the line-up for next fall. This means I get to watch some really amazing performances and some amazingly crappy performances.

Gramma raved about Cavali, but I can assure you, a woman doing ballet on a standing horse is rather unsettling.

  • Non-athlete student: I'm a regular college student. My calluses are gone (mostly). And I still get free school and free admission to all athletic events. Whahoo! The Athletic Committee has also incited me to be its student representative. This is the council formed by academics to do away with athletic scholarships and make universities learning institutions. These people mostly live in la la land. It should be interesting
And that's all she wrote...

Sunday, July 18, 2004

This was in my 17-year-old (as of July 15th) cousin's "Long Ass Survey"

What song reminds you of that special someone? Depends who the special person is ...but I guess "Mmm Bop" reminds me of Meghan and "Getting Jiggy With It" Reminds me of Jessica and "Redneck Woman" reminds me of Alliya lol.

I would like to state for the record that I say neither 'hey yall' nor 'yee-ha'

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

Damn thing ate my post. I've found employment (parents do happy dance in some far off state) as a research assistant for a women's almanac. This is a spin off of the Capitol presentation at the Oklahoma Women's summit back in May.

My field of research is pretty damn broad right now and frankly I feel horribly under-qualified. Things will hopefully be a little clearer after this week.

Monday, June 14, 2004

I am currently seeking employment in Stillwater. The waves of depression are licking the back of my head.

Friday, May 28, 2004

I was staring at the cap of Pabst Blue Ribbon sitting on the table. It had a "Q" and a heart symbol. So I stared at it and likened it to the little riddles that are on the Lonestar beer bottle caps. After awhile I decided it was "quart." I thought to myself, that is a shitty and unimaginative pictograph (or whatever the hell it is you call them). The next day I was being a bum, laying around watching movies and just milling around the El Cerrito home when I decided to go outside for a bit. I sat on the steps and half buried in the dirt was a Blue Ribbon beer cap, with a "9" and the symbol for clubs. A nine of clubs. It never ceases to amaze me how I seem to manage to make every aspect of my life infinitely more complicated then it has to be.

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

I've been hanging out with my brother for a stint before I head back to Oklahoma and he heads off to China. It was a much overdue visit and I had a good time.

Well, actually he was working most of the time and I pretty much just followed his roommate around San Francisco and then wondered around Berkeley by myself. I stepped on his roommate's feet often because I was so distracted by the locals, which I'm sure was pretty damn annoying of me.

That has always been my gig though, I excell at being the annoying little sister. And thankfully my brother is a kind, patient man, who hasn't tried to remedy my faults by seeking counsel from Ricki Lake just yet.

Monday, May 17, 2004

Ah, the Dragon's Lair. It is the local strip club in Stillwater, Okla. It is everything one could hope it to be.

It was a good friend of mine's last day in Stillwater and we decided to send her off appreciating where it is she was going.
Our first attempts to get into "the lair", were met by pure sexism.
The owner explained that female patrons need a male escort. We were stunned, we are three division one athletes. Our combined weight is 475 lbs, and I'm almost pretty sure a male escort would do us little benefit. I'm also positive that is an illegal request.
We made a few phone calls and friends were on the way.
However,we got impatient, accosted a terrified looking solo college-aged boy and asked him to pretend like he knew us. Out of fear of getting beat up, he agreed and quickly scurried away from us.

It was all that you could hope for. The best stripper there, Genie, was 6'2 and had a voice that would make James Earl Jones jealous.
The motley crew consisted of four strippers. One was missing a tooth (which she explained she had lost during a cat fight with one of her co-workers), had breasts sagging to her knees and sometime in the night the soft excess that was her ass ate what little clothes she had once had on.
The other stripper had no boobs, being humble breasted myself, laughed with glee as she rubbed her sternum on the patrons faces for their spare change.
The final dancer could actually pass for something that would evoke arousal, except for the knee brace she wore for her routine. There is just something unsexy about a woman in nothing but a knee brace and a g-string.
I was sincerely hoping these ladies at least got paid minimum wage, but alas, their only wage was the occasional dollar whipped out for from sweaty old man's wallet.

Our real escorts arrived, a good time was had by all, and I went home with the peace of mind knowing that Genie and her crew could at least eat at Applebee's on the tips we provided that night.

Monday, May 10, 2004

Things are coming along.
There is one week of softball left.
School is done.
Behmer has graduated.
Family will visit.
I had three dates this past week with three different boys, all named Matt.

Is Otis going to China?
This I have yet to find out.

What we do know:
Boys named Matt are strangely compelled to hang out with me.

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

I have a date tomorrow. Which means I'm juggling boys in a half-assed sort of way.

This one is a journalist who supports his career choice by bartending. I,of course, think this is fabulous. If you can't be a gold digging whore, why not be an free alcohol consuming shitbag.

I sincerely promise I find him intriguing.

I'm almost positive that sounds completely half-hearted and fabricated on paper, but I can sleep at night and hopefully you don't think less of me. And please don't start sending me bottles of liquor, really, it doesn't work that way.

Thursday, April 29, 2004

I never thought this would be a point of interest because it was really something I had taken for granted (as it should be I guess) but after spending 2 years hanging out with the athletic department...

There is absolutely nothing more sexy than a man who reads. Of course it doesn't hurt when he is a sexy guy to begin with...

It is just damn refreshing to not have to make exceptions like, "Damn, he is a really great guy until he tries to speak."

And in turn making unfair requests of my own.

"Hon, could you NOT do that."
"The talking bit, it is a bit much for me."

I am woman, hear me roar...right.

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

I found a boy in Ok that isn't a mutant (so far).
Of course he's not from here, but damn amusing just the same

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

If we are going to start this thing off right, I am going to get the softball bitch session out of the way.

I am developing disdain for lesbians who pursue softball coaching careers. This career choice seems only to be a dating service for uptight lesbians.

My coaches are the squarest homosexuals you'll ever meet. Maybe it's the Midwest, but for fuck's sake. You are a rebel of society, but yet so incredibly over-sensitive about the oddest damn things. These are the same women who decided to settle in the bible belt. They spend their evenings becoming connoisseurs of the pink taco and effectively shit in the face of their Christian neighbors.

But when it is suggested that "Old School" be watched on the bus trip, my coaches replied that movie was offensive and inappropriate.

Mind you this is a bus full of college softball players.

The irony of this situation makes me amused at times, but mostly just annoyed. But in the words of Vince Vaugn's "Old School" character,

"Ear Muffs" coach, "ear muffs."