Thursday, August 30, 2007 

School and Such

I don't know if y'all noticed. Look up. No, silly, don't look up from your computer. Scroll back up to the top of my page. See the new quote? It's from my favorite movie of all time. It takes a special kind of hag to enjoy a movie with both Judy Garland and Gene Kelly!

School is awesome! I started this week. There are some interesting folks in the class and I'm sure as time goes on, I'll be able to tell you some of the wacky things they do and say. There's even a SMC chick in my class! I'm telling you, ND folks are everywhere.

I'm so super excited about this weekend. I'm going down to the home opener where ND plays Georgia Tech. It's not so much the game, but the experience. Kipper is hosting his annual tailgate (where he promises to have a margarita machine that plugs into his car's cigarette lighter) and it's also the minority tailgate. I've told Baloo that we will hit up both. I think he's a little nervous about hitting up the minority tailgate. Honestly, I'm a little nervous too. Deep down I do worry what people think. However, those who have negative things to say probably aren't my friend to begin with, so screw them!

I'm also supposed to be going to a wedding reception as well on the same day. I don't know if I'll be attending. Sure, I RSVPed, but my heart really isn't into it. But don't worry. I did buy a gift. Isn't that what people want anyway? I am southern, so I do have manners. And it's weird to talk about it on my blog cause I'm sure the bride will read it. If not, I'm sure someone else will read it and tell her about it. But I have to take a page from Summer and realize that this blog is about me and I don't want to censor myself. It's just that I didn't really feel a part of the wedding. Hell, I don't even know when she's getting married (the wedding and reception are separate). I don't know where she's registered. So that's that. I'm sure that I'll get a lot of flack for not going, and probably for writing this, but everyone would find out sooner or later when they didn't see me around.

So those are my weekend plans thus far. Who knows. They could change. I could end up at the reception, or passed out somewhere in the Notre Dame parking lot. If it's the latter and you see me, please be a dear and roll me on my side so I don't choke on my vomit.


Wednesday, August 29, 2007 

My Home

First, I must give credit where credit is due. I did not write the following. I stole it from here. But it rings true and reminds me of home. Enjoy.

Live Large, Think Big

Posted August 28, 2007 | 08:07 PM (EST)

Back from Texas, deep in the heart of. Spent the weekend in Big D speaking to the Dallas Screenwriters Association, filling in for the Mariners (in town to play the Rangers), and risking gout with every meal. On every corner there's either a steakhouse or a church. One place called "Holy Cow" could be either or both.

The current Dallas motto is "Live Large, Think Big" which is much better than "Not Just Hot But Humid".

Believe it or not, Dallas has more restaurants per capita than New York City (although NYC has a huge lead in salad bars) and more shopping centers per capita than any city in the U.S. "Eat Large, Spend Big".

It is a surprisingly cosmopolitan city. Gorgeous downtown skyline, with its tall towers outlined in shimmering green and white lights. There are museums, a night life, and be careful going to that shit-kicker bar, it just might be gay.

Not to further tarnish Dallas' sparkling redneck reputation but until recently their mayor was a woman...and Jewish, Laura Miller. And in 2004 Lupe Valdez was elected sheriff of Dallas County. She's the first Hispanic, first woman, and first openly gay lesbian to ever fill that role. Hey, she might've had better luck getting into Miss Kitty's bloomers than Marshall Dillon ever did.

Stayed at the Arlington Hilton and had a lovely view of people throwing up from 700 feet on the Six Flags Over Texas thrill rides. Nearby is Hurricane Harbor, a waterslide amusement park. I'm sure it's very refreshing if you pretend that hundreds of people don't pee in it a day.

Football is king in Dallas. High school games routinely draw from 20 - 50,000 people. And still, no one watches FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS.

Meanwhile, the entire world stops for the Dallas Cowboys. Last week when the Rangers broke an all-time major league record by scoring 30 runs in one game they still shared the front page of the sports section with the Cowboys training camp report on wind sprint drills.

They're building a new stadium for the Cowboys in Arlington, affectionately known as Jerry's World (for Jerry Jones, the team's owner). It's costing in the neighborhood of one billion dollars, will have a retractable roof, and the two largest glass panels in the world. Which makes sense financially because the stadium will be in use eight times a year.

Had to once again see the Texas School Book Depository (now an excellent museum) where Oswald shot Kennedy. Forget that it's across the street from a Morton's Steakhouse, it's still pretty chilling. And on the street itself are X's where the shots landed. I don't think they needed the guys standing around selling grisly pictures however. America remembers and profits.

Saw the grassy knoll and the white picket fence that hid the alleged "second shooter". But it's not the original picket fence. It's a replica. The real one I understand (true story) was sold on ebay.

Meanwhile, I'm still waiting for the Conspiracy Museum to reopen. Their previous landlord booted them out -- a plot no doubt engineered by the CIA, Rupert Murdoch, Korean airlines, and Posh Spice. I hope my phones aren't tapped because I wrote this.

If you go to Black Eyed Pea's and order your first chicken fried steak (like I did fifteen years ago when I was fulltime with the Mariners) don't ask them to cook it "medium rare". I did and it was an E.F. Hutton moment as forty guys named Dirk stared at me in disbelief and disgust.

When you think of Dallas -- what comes to mind besides JFK, football, cured meats, heat prostration, people carrying weapons, the Trammell & Margaret Crow Collection of Asian Art, rodeos, rodeo clowns like our president, country clubs, "Country" Charlie Pride, evil oil companies, the Renaissance Hotel that looks like a Bic lighter, ,J.R. Ewing, Dr. Pepper, Texas-Instruments, SMU, Verne Lundquist, the first Neiman Marcus, the Savings & Loan crisis, Tex-Mex, cheerleaders, and "Debbie Does"? Why radio station jingles of course! Dallas is the home of JAM Creative Productions the largest radio jingle mill in the country. Big D is filled with gifted singers who would all have huge careers if they could only sing songs that were longer than eight seconds.

There's a chain of convenience stores called "Grab and Go". I guess their target customers are robbers.

And the police have recently instituted a "no pursuit" rule so it's "Grab and Go At Your Leisure".

Goff's Hamburgers no longer has an eight-foot statue of Vladimir Lenin out front. I don't know about you but nothing says tasty burgers to me like the Russian Revolution.

If you want tacos there's Taco Bueno, Taco King, Taco Cabana, Taco Bell, Taco Diner, Taco Express, Taco Grande, Taco Pronto, and Taco Loco Wagon. If you want a good deli, good luck. It's easier to find a mountain in Dallas.

For Italian, there's the aptly named Campisi's Egyptian.

My dining trips took me to Pappadeaux, which was excellent (I find the more unpronounceable the title, the better the Cajun cuisine), Lawry's for a light lunch, and Sonny Bryan's Smokehouse BBQ, clogging Dallas arteries since 1910. "Live Large, Think Pig".

Mark Cuban, billionaire owner of the Mavericks, supposedly answers his email. Not true. I dropped him a note saying I'd be in town, and wondered if he could show me Bonnie Parker's grave. He never responded, the bastard.

How perfect! There's a highway named for George Bush... and it's a toll road.

Guns are not allowed in bars or libraries.

Sunday night I filled in for the great Dave Neihaus and broadcast the Mariners-Rangers game back to Seattle. It was my first time in their new stadium. Originally named "the Ballpark", they must've felt that was too generic because they've now renamed it the far more colorful, "Rangers Park". What they really should call it is "the Typhoon". My God! It was like the movie TWISTER. I fully expected to see a cow fly by the booth as I was describing the action.

Taking a cue from the Dodgers, the Rangers experimented this weekend with a "Country Style" section. For you tenderfoots and Jews, that means "all you can eat". For only $29 fans could stuff themselves into oblivion. The tickets sold out almost immediately. The experiment was so successful the team next year plans to release their expensive players and replace them with corn dogs and ribs. Future tie-in promotions include: "Heart Attack Night" and "Heimlich Maneuver Night".

We have a contest on M's radio where we give a fan $7,000 if the team scores seven runs in the 7th inning. The Rangers had a similar one pay off last week - their "30/30" contest. If Texas scores 30 runs in a game one lucky listener wins a can of 30 grade motor oil. Enter these things because you just never know.

All in all, I had a great trip. I would've gained twenty pounds if I didn't stop off at Six Flags Over Texas for some thrill rides on my way out of town.

"Live Large... or Think Bulimic."

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Thursday, August 23, 2007 


I don't like to blog about work. But I need to get some cryptic stuff off my chest. Basically, if you don't know me in person, you won't know what this is about. I apologize about that. If I knew you, I would totally tell you. But, because I want to stay as nameless as possible, I must be cryptic.

I think the best way to sum up my feelings is by referencing Matthew 25:14-30. Basically the parable says that when you do much with little, you will be rewarded greatly. I recently found out how much my current salary compares to those of my contemporaries. Let's just say I was less than pleased. A large part of me was very proud of myself. I didn't know that I was getting the short end of the stick, yet I was able to buy a house (on my own) and pay my bills and live a relatively comfortable life. I would have loved to have been making what others in my field make, yet, I was still able to accomplish a lot despite that fact.

Needless to say, I've been in deep thought about a lot of things, including my future. I think that's why I'm so excited that school is starting on Monday. I know that once I complete my degree, I'll have the experience and education to back up any salary demands that I will ever have. And that gives me comfort. I'm also excited to meet the new people in my program. I hope we have a few crazies. They will be great for blog fodder.

Oh, and FYI: Tax free weekend is the weekend where certain items are sold with no sales tax. They usually do it in Texas right before school starts, and the items exempt from taxes usually include back to school necessities like clothing. And you don't have to be a school kid to get the savings. All clothing items are exempt. It was totally worth the trip back to Texas for those savings (and it was also great to see my daddy)!


Tuesday, August 21, 2007 

Still Here

Aww...It's nice to know that I was missed.

I'm still here. A lot of fun things are happening. The job thing is chugging along....I start school on Monday....and I'm helping out with my best friend's wedding. So it's hectic around here.

Baloo and I are doing fine. We had a bit of a tiff before I left for Dallas this past weekend. Basically I throw a fit everytime things change. This time, Baloo was considering work out of state and away from his Kiki. Although I encourage him to seek his dreams, the thought of him in the woods with some wood nymph trying to steal him away makes my blood boil. I tend to be a jealous girl.

Dallas with Daddy Kiki was awesome. I had my first beer with DK. Yes, I'm 25, but he has this weird thing about drinking. So, we went to Central Market to buy some buffalo meat to make buffalo burgers (they are totally yummy) and I happened to stroll by the extensive wine and beer aisle. And I picked up some St. Arnold Pilsner and dropped it in the basket. Daddy Kiki said nothing, and we ended up having beer and burgers like normal people that night. We also took advantage of the tax free weekend in Texas where I bought some great winter outfits for work.

So yeah. That's my life right now. Nothing too exciting, but lots of opportunities on the horizon. I can't wait till things start falling into place so I can tell y'all more!

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007 

The More You Know

My boyfriend just called to tell me to keep drinking. He still needs to digest his Mexican Food but also wants to take advantage of my drunken state. Because I'm not one to turn down alcohol, I plan to oblige.

Oh, and Kipper is at Dollywood right now. I'm am jealous beyond words. No, really. I am. I'm not joking. If I don't get some souvenir from Dollywood, I will know that we are no longer friends.

Oh, and this site is making me feel 10000 times better about myself (click on portfolio).

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Wednesday, August 08, 2007 

Y'all Don't Know Shit!

So, apparently people shouldn't be given ultimatums. This is news to me.

Backstory: Baloo has ceased his masters to become a Foresteer or whatever and has now decided to go to med school, or P.A. school, or D.O. school. It changes by the minute. School starts on the 27th and he has yet to enroll or pick the classes he needs to take for prereqs.

So...this evening I gave him an ultimatum. Since I plan on starting school part time (and working full time) on the 27th, he can either get with the program and get into school, or we were going to have to take a break.

I discussed this conversation with Roomie and she was less than pleased. She said that he shouldn't be going to school for me, but because he wants to. What does she know? Of course people should do things because I tell them to do them. I am the great motivator. And I'm always right. I know what's in everyone else's best interest. Since Roomie obviously didn't know what she was talking about, I decided to consult Daddy Kiki.

Horror upon horrors, Daddy Kiki said the same thing! I now think they're in cahoots. Daddy Kiki basically said that Baloo doesn't seem like he knows what he wants to do and that he feels pressure to be a doc since his brother is a PhD and his sister-in-law is on her way to becoming an D.O. So Daddy Kiki told me to ask Baloo a lot of questions about what his passions are and to do less talking and more listening. And to give him the time and space to make decisions on his own. And that ultimatums are never a good idea.

Sigh. These people are obviously idiots. They know nothing about totally controlling another person to do exactly what you want.

But promise not to tell them if I happen to take their advice.

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Monday, August 06, 2007 

Canoeing and Movies

We went canoeing on Saturday and what fun it was! I don’t think I’ve been canoeing since high school where we went on wilderness trips. Baloo suggested we go out sometime on Saturday. So, I packed a little picnic and off we went. It was an easy ride since the river was very low and slow. We got to the place a little too late so we didn’t have time to go on shore and have a nice picnic, but we ate sandwiches on the canoe, saw a blue heron, and lots of neat fish. We want to go again real soon once the water levels rise and the river is a bit faster.

Apart from that we also watched 300 and Stranger than Fiction. I enjoyed both movies. However, I had recently read an article on the Huffington Post about 300 being a propaganda movie. It was actually hard to watch the movie after reading that article. A large part of me wanted to just enjoy the cartoon violence and serious man candy, but I kept thinking about how the story unfolded. How a brave 300 men fought for their land and water despite the rest of their countrymen being against them. How the Persians were depicted as makeup wearing girly men who engaged in sexually deviant acts with ‘freaks of nature.’ How although the Spartans were fighting for the good of country, the Persians were evil blasphemers, fighting a war for religious reasons and for a man god. (Oh, and my history is a little dusty, but when did the Spartans start recognizing themselves as Greeks? I always thought the two were pretty much sworn enemies…) Despite what thoughts I had about the movie before I went into it, I doubt the common man would have thought so deeply about the plot. It was in the same vein as Sin City (which I loved) and it was a good movie. I liked it and I’m thinking about adding it to my DVD collection.

So, what says you? Propaganda film about the Iraq (possibly Iran) war or good clean fun with a lot of great man candy?


Friday, August 03, 2007 


Last night Baloo killed a bug for me. Actually, we were walking downstairs and he noticed it and asked me to hand him a tissue so he could kill it. As I was handing him the tissue, I felt bad. What would I have done if I didn't have a man to protect me from the big scary bug? I would have sprayed enough Raid to fill the entire house, that's what I would have done. However, the last time I did that, Baloo yelled at me saying I was trying to poison us. Whatever.

Has having a man made me less independent? I sure hope not. I always felt like a strong, empowered woman. And I think I am. At least I let people at work know that I am. But when it comes to household things, I like for Baloo to be the empowered one and take charge. And I don't think that's such a bad thing. Sometimes you've got to let a man be a man. That's why I have an empowering job. So I can squish weak men when I want and then go home and feel like a woman.

Speaking of work, some awesome things are on the horizon. I can't wait to tell y'all about them!

Oh, and we're going canoing tomorrow! I'm super excited. Hopefully more stories to come!

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  • I'm young, single, got a great ass, a serial dater, a sometimes drunk, addicted to the gym, liable to make fat girls cry, have a mild ED, think Notre Dame is the greatest college and Texas is the greatest state. Currently at a standstill since moving from Detroit Area, Michigan (tons of yuppies) to Mason, MI (noted KKK presence). Come be a part of my random, shocking, and exciting world.
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