Monday, October 31, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
On brad, border wars and being a tiger.
I can't blame him really, being a Tiger is hard. The beginning of a new season always offers hope. We always say, "We're going to be really good this year, I can just feel it." And then, we either are or we are not. Usually, we are not.
Saturday, we face the ultimate ego test, the border war. Some time in the 1800s, the Border War was really all about whether Kansas would be admitted as a free or slave state, which by law would be up to the citizens who lived there. Lawrence was one of the first communities to be established and soon became a symbol of the abolitionist movement. But then, Quantrill, a guerrilla Confederate leader from Missouri, led about 500 men over the border to sack Lawrence. Their mission? To "Kill every man, and burn every house." Not sure if they killed every man, but they massacred 185 men and boys and burned most of the buildings on Massachusetts Street as well as many of the homes in town. And then, they returned to Missouri.
Today, the Border War lives on in spirit. If Kansas wins, the celebration will continue at Free State Brewery, name not ironic, I'm sure. If Missouri wins, Brad Smith will be B-RAD, I will have a good Saturday night and Missouri fans everywhere (me included) will have a something to fill the void that lives in our souls caused by the times when, in the past, Missouri football has let us down - at least until November 5 when we play Colorado.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Notes to self - Volume Two.
Buying that really big bag of Frito’s scoops to accompany a hearty bowl of chili is a good idea in theory, but when you end up eating more scoops than chili, which results in feeling like a bucket of grease, it’s not such a hot idea anymore.
If you go into the office bathroom with an upset stomach hoping to be the only one in there and then see an old lady asleep on the couch in the lounge area, it is probably not normal to say, “Oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry,” and then to run at full speed out of the bathroom while she chases you saying, “Miss, miss, it’s okay, you can use this bathroom, come back.”
When shopping for ski apparel at Dick’s Sporting Goods, always knock on the dressing room door before barging in on a man changing his pants and saying, “Oh, my!” But if that unfortunate event does happen, act like a woman instead of slamming the door and running to the other side of the store to try on really cute, flared leg ski pants.
When playing with Gus right after he gets out of his kennel, never get down on all fours with your face anywhere near his because your eyes become treats and Gus becomes leaping frog dog on a mission to single-handedly consume your entire face.
Quick Trip coffee is worth an extra stop on the way to work most days. But on days when you’re feeling not quite like yourself, it’s probably not smart to enter into the high-paced speed world of the quickest convenience store around. Pouring your coffee is just the first obstacle. You must then avoid really angry push broom girl coming straight for you with a pile of dust and lids and then, once you’ve successfully dodged that bullet with coffee still in hand, you have to conquer the coffee set down so that you can get a lid. This is the hardest part apparently — don’t be fooled and whatever you do, don’t squeeze the cup at all. Steaming hot, foaming Quick Trip cappuccino burns badly and a day later, the blister is still ugly and painful and really, the coffee is so not worth that.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Why I loathe the treadmill
Saturday, October 22, 2005
It is cold, so I shall serve chili
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Without Gus, what joy would I know?
Monday, October 17, 2005
For my grandparents on their 50th wedding anniversary.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
I'm right here.
Boost Mobile is hitting the MTV generation hard with commercials featuring Eve and Fat Joe. And they are continuing to harm that genearation by refusing to use a verb in their catch phrase. Is that really what this world is coming to? Maybe it is, which is why the phrase "Where you at?" is probably working for them. But, to be brutally honest, it hurts my soul just a little bit. And I don't think I'll be buying a Boost Mobile phone anytime soon because, if I'm looking for Nick or Gus or anyone for that matter, I tend to phrase the questions like this: "Where are you?" I use the "being" verb "are" to form a complete sentence. So, Boost Mobile, to answer your question, I'm right here, but I'm not Eve or Fat Joe and I am a snotty journalist/writer and so, I use verbs and I turn my nose up at you.
Monday, October 10, 2005
The first sign of winter
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Learn about it here
Friday, October 07, 2005
Falling for autumn.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
My guilty (kind of) pleasure.
So, today for lunch, I brought yogurt and fruit and while I'll admit that I probably should have packed more to eat, I will also admit that the only thing that sounds good to me right now are the baked pork rinds that were sent to me in a care package from a client. They're like little bites of heaven. And, they're baked, which makes me feel less guilty about consuming them. I had never tried a pork rind until last year when my best friend was on the Atkins diet. She ate pork rinds like crazy and I may have been known to try one or two. And now, I have three bags of them staring me in the face. I haven't tried the barbecue variety yet, but I'm loving the hot and spicy rinds. I should probably just throw the bags away or put them in the breakroom and watch how fast they get eaten, but instead, i'm conserving them for the long winter and the bacon cravings. Because each crispy, crunchy morsel really does taste like my all-time favorite food, bacon. I'm mostly healthy but lately, my vice is the rind. Do you blame me?