@$%^ !!!!!!

so here are my more innocent thoughts in watching this football game . . . 

- the abc commentators should really just make out with graham harrell and get it over with.  this love-fest is nauseating.

- also the abc commentators should learn what the word "consecutive" means.  tech did NOT score four consecutive touchdowns in the first half.  we scored.  they scored thrice.  we scored again.  then they scored.  but yeah, that is NOT what consecutive means.  idiots.

-okay.  maybe the commentators just need to learn to count.  but really, they kept saying "four consecutive touchdowns in the first half."

-i can never watch a sporting event (that matters to me) at missy sue's house.  sorry, friend, but the superstitions have now kicked in.  also i can never wear my volcom sweatshirt (that i love) on game day, my holy jeans, or my favorite teva flip flops.

-i remember now why i took last year off from watching football.  i get way way way too emotional about it.  i also swear too much and crave vodka/tequila/beer/tylenol p.m.

-seriously, this football team has been fun to watch this year - the few times the texas airwaves have allowed me the pleasure.  what happened tonight?  

-i never want to go to work on mondays, but this week especially it will be hard.

- dear state of texas: i am done with you.

-dear state of oklahoma: find me a job so i can come back north of the red river.

-does this mean i now have to cheer for sooners when they play tech?  that might make me cry even more than i am right now.

-i am still a very proud GRADUATE x 2 of the STATE'S university.  i am sad right now, but i will be sporting orange on monday because this is the most exciting football season EVER and i love my cowboys and bullet and mike "i'm a man" gundy and joe's and mr. iba and murphy's and morrill hall and the "magical sidewalks" on monroe and highway 51 and t boone, etc.

ORANGE POWER!

GO POKES!

nkotb (finally) - because i am in need of some serious distraction

the chips and salsa aren't doing it. the shiner hefeweizen isn't doing it. and now i have just realized that i never really wrote about the Experience i had last weekend. maybe WRITING will do it. cuz holy shit (sorry non-swearers, but it's football - my censor button is off). this game (um, if you don't know, my beloved pokes are playing the hateful longhorns today.  we haven't beaten them in TEN years.) is only an hour gone and i am freaking out.

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top ten thoughts 

(well i guess, mainly questions, but oh well, you understand) 

i had while attending my first ever nkotb concert 

10.  why would the concert promoters think that the 99.7 % female audience attending would find the wanna be rihanna/jamaican stripper to be entertainment?

and apparently, jessica and kelly are as perplexed as i was at this decision.

9.  my sister is kind and loving.  she stood in the lines of mass hysteria to purchase the shirt below for a "friend."  she even excused this claustrophobic blogger from standing in the line.  a giver, my sister is, fo' sho'.

well.  she said it was for a "friend," and i hate to doubt her, but really.  look at that excitement.  it's got me wondering if this is stuffed into her closet.  behind the hanson shirt, circa jan.

8.  i would pay to see natasha bedingfield in a solo concert.  she was the second "opener" and really was a lot of fun.  the doubt i experienced with the selection of the jamaican stripper previously in the evening waned as i danced and sang to "unwritten" with all of the other 25+ year-old ladies in attendance.  sadly, i have nothing silly to say about this. i enjoyed it.

7.  why can't i dance like this?  and why can't i have silver shoes like joey?

6.  well, okay joey, since you asked so nicely and in such sweet falsetto, i won't go.

5.  do i know this person?

why yes, yes i do.  (i may or may not have been in her wedding.) and she appears to be quite excited about this concert.

4.  is donnie still hot?  yes.  dude the boston accent does something to the female species.  is he as hot as his brother.  um.  no.  c'mon.  could that even happen?  and also, do you think i should have asked donnie if i could borrow his outfits for "bling day" at school this week?  (none of my pictures accurately show just how sparkly his outfits were.  and they were.  very.)

3.  was danny there?  oooh.  and more importantly, can joey still fit into his smiley face jacket?

yes.  danny is the one in the white muscle shirt.  he break-danced for us.  i'm not gonna lie.  it was kind of sad.  but we appreciated the effort and screamed and cried with the 50,000 other chicas in attendance.  and joey and the jacket?  well.  kinda?

2.  just how many pregnant chicks were at the last nkotb concert in 1990?  just how many were at the concert last weekend?  (check out the girl just to the left of joey's head in this picture.)

i don't suppose we will ever know, but my novice statiscal knowledge says about 23% of the crowd was knocked up.  including one of my crew.  yay missy!!!  (see picture in #5.)

1.  was it worth it?  um.  yes.  it really was.  have i forgiven my mother for not letting me go when they played t-town when i was 12?  well.  i'm working on that.  if m.c. hammer and vanilla ice do a reunion tour and i have the chance to dance along to "you can't touch this" LIVE, then i think all will be forgiven.  but yeah.  back to the concert.  other than the last 15 minutes when my severe cold reared its ugly head and i couldn't breathe so i had to leave before they did "the right stuff" and "hangin' tough," i had a blast!  and i wasn't really sure going into the evening what to expect.  i was kind of a-feared that the nkotb would take themselves too seriously, but you know what?  they didn't.  which totally made the whole experience just, well, fun.

and worth waiting for, well, "forever."

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okay.  so.   it worked.  i was distracted enough for the second half that i didn't work myself into a tizzy.  we lost.  BUT.  we still played ut better than ou did.  and MUCH better than mizzou did.  so yeah.  domination?  didn't exist today, my dear longhorn friends.  and you know what?  i'm okay with that.  even though it would have been KILLER if that last pass had made it.  just sayin'.  oh well.  when we beat you next year - in stillwater - it will be even better, since, you know, i will be there with my SEASON TICKETS.  yeah.  just decided.  i'm getting me some next year.  t. boone, you worked your magic on me.

alrighty.  it's senoritas and margaritas night.  jealous much?

best weekend ever?

well. maybe not ever, but yall, it's come pretty damn close.

friday evening.

missy and i had some quality bonding time - you know, because we never see or talk to each other.  since she got herself knocked up, our bonding time can no longer involve this or this, so  we've had to resort other forms of (non-liquid) entertainment.  luckily, we were both obsessed with so you think you can dance this summer.  and luckily, missy thinks ahead and made sure we would get to bask in the amazing talent of season 4 when the tour came to the G-P.  and ohmygoodness was it worth it.  first of all, i am jealous of people who can remember all of the moves to the cotton-eyed joe, so i imagine how amazed i am by those who can dance.  like "4 real."  (just a little sytycd humor for those of us in the know . . . )  to top it off, we had crazy awesome seats.  just to prove it, here are a couple of pictures of the dancers.

mark - ica's favorite

katee and joshua after their "no air" routine.  

joshua was the winner and he is a southwest fort worth kiddo, so the crowd was super pumped to see him.  including missy and me.  katee is just freaking amazing.  

so yeah.  one heck of a start to the weekend.

saturday.

i have a three-day weekend to 'celebrate' the arrival of smallpox in america, AKA christopher columbus day.  this little fall break always falls (coincidence?) on texas and ou weekend in dallas.  and i always leave town.  i hadn't really made any plans for the weekend, so i called my parents on thursday night and said, hey.  i'm coming home.  because if i don't come home this weekend, you won't get to see me until thanksgiving and how sad for you.  (plus, gas was CHEAP this weekend.)

sooooo.  i left early - after a mad search for my cell phone that made me run around my apartment complex thinking it had fallen out of my pocket, when really, i had never unplugged it from the charger.  but whatevs.  i got home just in time to watch a little of the first half of the red river rivalry.  but uncharacteristically, i didn't really feel like watching it, so my mom and i went shopping instead and i somehow forgot about the insanity going on at the cotton bowl.  until i got the following text from rena: congratulations on this a tragic day.  rena is a sooner, so i used my powerful skills of deductive reasoning and realized that the longhorns had just made me a very happy person.  cuz yeah.  i do not like ou.  at all.  ever.  and any day they lose, well, that's a good day for this cowboy fan.  

my excitement was short-lived, though.  i knew that my pokes would be taking on a mizzou team (how i feel about ou?  yeah.  pretty much the same when it comes to mizzou.) that would know that if they beat us then they would be #1.  yikes.  to distract from the stress, the 'rents and i moseyed on over to the most osu friendly establishment we could think of - hideaway!  and proceeded to watch the first half and stuff our faces with the pizza of the gods. (which by the way, if you haven't tried the 'new' 1957 crust at hideaway, DO IT.)

and holy crap.  i just realized how long this post is getting.  so let me fill you in quickly.  those cowboys?  the ones who EVERY SINGLE ANALYST said were going to have a 'wakeup call' in columbia?  the ones who had an "over-rated defense"?  yeah.  those cowboys beat mizzou with no flashy plays or flukes.  not only did they beat mizzou, but NOW they are undefeated and in the AP top 10.

it was a good day to be wearing orange.

sunday.

family time.  ica drove over with ella the puppy.  we had aunt sylva's cherry pie.  the other cowboys are winning.  i've got good music to jam to as i drive home.  the sun is shining - i'm wearing a sweater and flip flops, which is my FAVORITE type of weather.  and i don't have to work tomorrow.

all of this goodness makes it entirely bearable to drive down i-35 here in the next hour or so.

as will my last dr pepper from sonic.

can you believe i walked out of a NOW meeting in college and never looked back?

i try to avoid writing about politics here on the ol' blog for several reasons, one being (mainly) my fear of saying something stupid and then, of course, being ridiculed by people who are way smarter than me.  but, since the olympics are over and i don't get to stare at this guy anymore -

i now have the brain space to pay attention to politics again.  and what a week i chose to dust off my bejing '08 coma and watch some actual news.

so i might not be the passionate obama supporter that sat glued to the convention last week with tears streaming down my face every time "yes we can" got fired up, but i do have a couple of things to say about mccain and his new vp candidate, sarah (i wish i could like you just because you've got the coolest name ever and SPELL it the rigHt way!) palin.  and those things are ....

• do i kind of wish - as much as it hurts my heart to say this (as someone who totally respects hillary but was was ADAMANT in the fact that we need someone other than a clinton or bush in the white house next term) right now - that hillary had been the vp obama chose?  um.  not quite sure on this one, although i am bothered by one (quite sexist) point i heard made somewhere yesterday when someone pointed out that palin was a good choice, if for the only reason being biden couldn't be his normal rough and aggressive "bulldog" self in the debates because he would be going up against sweet, charming, been in vogue GIRL.  so if this was in anyway a possible part of the reasoning in mccain selecting palin, then BOO.  give the lady some credit.  from what i've seen of palin she seems like she could at least temperamentally hold her own with the boys, so here's hoping no one (joe, i'm talking to you) holds back.  but back to my original point . . . if hillary HAD been the nominee, then holy sweet pickles, those debates would have been something because yall know hillary (even those of you who don't care for her) ain't holdin' nothing back when it comes to fighting with words.  here's my prediction: you are going to see hillary A LOT more on the campaign trail over the next couple-a months.
  
• mccain may have had my vote if he had chosen kay bailey hutchinson to run with him.  (dude.  she was a former UT cheerleader!  how much of an AWESOME image is that to little girls?  "seriously girls, you can be anything you want . . . i was a cheerleader AND vice president, so be smart, stay in school.")  i'm crossing my fingers that she turned him down and is planning to mount the attack against rick perry.  the day she does will be historic . . . i will vote for a republican.  on purpose.
• the selection of a woman is OBVIOUS pandering.  (not that my dems have been innocent of this.  trust.  i know.  i'm objective, i.e. cynical.  really.)  so my hope is that all of us women voters (well not me, since i live in texas and my vote isn't going to really matter, but all of you women voters in new mexico, ohio, colorado, pennsylvania, missouri, wisconsin, florida, georgia?, etc.) USE OUR BRAINS.  if your brain leads you to put a mark next to the elephant on your ballot, then so be it.  BUT.  do think about this (as my mom and i were talking about yesterday) - how much of an insult could it be to women - especially hillary's supporters (lil' sis, i'm talkin' to you) - to think that we would vote for mccain JUST BECAUSE he selected a woman as his running mate?  is there something derogatory implied in his choice?  i guess this kind of thing always happens in politics.  it's like choosing a running mate of a certain religious leaning just to get those people to vote for you.  i've just never been the intended audience, so it makes me think a little harder.
• more than ever, i will miss tim russert when i skip church tomorrow to stay home and watch meet the press.
• whatever the outcome, there will be a first in the white house, which is almost as good as watching the phelps, et al, beat the french in the relay a few weeks ago.  almost.
• um.  palin is from alaska.  mccain is older than the state of alaska.  i'm sorry, but you have to laugh at that no matter what color you bleed - red OR blue.  so now, let's all get together and link arms and sing "we are the world."

 wow.  i've used my pretty little head a little bit too much more than i like to on a saturday morning.  i need something else to think about.

thanks, aaron.

if only . . .

i was going to wait to write and post something tonight, but then i woke up and saw this . . .



um. if only this would have been NEXT sunday instead of yesterday, i would have been there in PERSON. just sayin'. here's hoping the cousin, the sister, and i get to witness something equally as horrific and entertaining!

rock chalk part 1

NATIONAL CHAMPIONS!!!

i was 9 the last time this happened and have watched every single ncaa championship since. trust me, there is more to come on this, but i just wanted to post this first . . .