You understand me. If only there wasn’t that money issue.
At least I have the ocean one, check.
You understand me. If only there wasn’t that money issue.
At least I have the ocean one, check.
OSU vs. OU today. Bedlam brawl, and the first one where the Cowboys actually have a good chance! When I was at OSU our football team was not the greatest. And it even went downhill from then. But somewhere between there and here, we have improved. To the extent that we could be #1 in the Big 12. No. Way.
ORANGE. POWER. I could just keep spitting out all the things we yell, but I will spare you. When I was a freshman I pledged the Zeta Tau Alpha sorority and we did Freshmen Follies with the Alpha Gamma Rho house (the cute Ag boys …. SO CUTE). We had to sing songs pertaining to some theme surrounded by OSU and our director said when we sang OSU, it sounded like Dirty Old Shoe. I still think of that whenever I say OSU.
So GO DIRTY OLD SHOE!! Kick some sooner butt.
When I was last at my parent’s house I had to save boxes of photos from the 150° garage. Here are a few of my favorites from when I was younger. Just to give you a little taste into the teen angst of my life.
That is my most favorite teacher EVAH. Mr. Cochran, he was truly our Greatest American Hero (doesn’t he look like him). We affectionately called his hair Spiro Giro and giggled until we cried over his mythical girlfriend named Bloatha Farkwad that he always used as the subject of his examples in class. The picture is from 6th grade but Mr. Terry Cochran loved our class so much that he followed us to Jr. High two years later.
Ahhhhh, PROM! Don’t we look so young and cunning? I was SIXTEEN!! And that is my natural hair color. Wow. Hello. I have my hair pulled back in the pic and I just pray it was in a nice sparkly faux diamond clip and not my ever-so-faithful yellow banana clip I wore on a regular basis.
Crimp me happy! I still have my pink hair crimper. Unbelievably it still works after how often I used it (and would leave it plugged in when I left for school in the mornings). My nickname in high school was Pebbles cuz I wore it crimped with the sides pulled up to make a small ponytail at the top of my head. Love that thing. Is crimping back in style? I think I will start it back up.
Do ya like the van? Oooooh look, a pickup truck in someone’s driveway. How surprising for Oklahoma.
Spring Break 1989! NO SLEEP TIL WINTER PARK!! First time to ever ski, and I think I handled it pretty well. Except I refused to take off my sunglasses ever because I wanted to see how much of a ski tan I could get. When I returned back to school the next week, a guy asked me ” Did you EVER take off your sunglasses?” NOPE. Love that our hair is still so perfectly styled for skiing.
My first sorority/fraternity function! Since we were underage, we couldn’t drink at the parties. Well…so Panhellenic said. That was the beginning of my college life at OSU. Living in the haunted dorm (NOT kidding), Zeta Tau Alpha and endless nights at Tumbleweeds boot-scooting dance floor. Do I miss those days?
The day started out like any other.
I woke up around 9 a.m. and thought I felt the ground shake for an instant. I didn’t think too much of it and threw on a Joe’s shirt, a pair of cut- off jean shorts, grabbed my waitbag and headed out the door. I was shift leader at Mexico Joe’s in Stillwater, OK and needed to get the restaurant ready to open at 10 for the lunch shift.
When the breaking news came on the television I stood with other employees as we watched in horror the scenes of half of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building blown apart from a bomb. The ambulances, medical professionals, children and adults bleeding, crying, not understanding what had happened.
How could any of us understand this scene of confusion and death on our home soil, the United States of America. But not only that, it was my home state of Oklahoma. The Oklahoma City bombing was the deadliest act of terror against the U.S. on American soil until the September 11, 2001 attacks. I knew many people affected from this tragedy; police officers, medical staff, families of the children and adults whose lives were lost so suddenly. It is a day no Oklahoman will ever forget, at least not in my lifetime.
The Oklahoma blast claimed 168 lives, including 19 children under the age of 6. Hate killed 168 innocent people.
I tried to upload the video “The Change” by Garth Brooks, for which he made a powerfully moving video honoring the heroes and victims of the 1995 Oklahoma City bombing. But I was unable to get it to post. If you would like to watch go here. I cannot watch it and not cry. Too many memories.
Let us come together in peace. Absolve us from hate.
Could this possibly be the LONGEST blog about a trip. Seriously, I am trying to wrap it up….I just had too many fun things going on and I want to tell you about ALL of them. Wait don’t go. Really, next up is a road trip with my parents. Now who isn’t just dying to read about that. Mom, Dad, I love you and I had hours of endless entertainment from singing gospel and country songs. Here we go.
We left on an early hung over morning. People, I was in PAIN. See earlier blog on potent Mango-ritas from the Bombay Cricket Club. Plus, JungEun making more delicious mangoritas when we arrived back home. Not pretty, I woke up in the living room sleeping with my legs thrown over the loveseat I ended up sleeping on (let me just mention that my SIL ROCKS bc she slept on the other loveseat, just for me). I struggled to drink a ginger ale in the morning while we said our goodbyes.
And off to Stillwater, OK we go! Day ONE we headed down Hwy 5, through the cold and green Oregon woods. On into California, after passing Yreka we had a view of Mt. Shasta (I love that name, makes me thirsty though) and I was enthralled with the mountain. I KNOW you are dying to know why. I like to keep random strange things stored up in this brain of mine and I had just read an interesting article about this very mountain. Here:
“This stunning snow-capped peak in the Cascade Mountain range, 60 miles south of the Oregon border, has long been considered one of the planet’s great “cosmic power spots,” luring everyone from Native Americans to Buddhist monks and hippies. Its sacred slopes are home to a potpourri of mysteries: spontaneous altered states; UFO sightings; crystal caves; encounters with Ascended Masters; underground military bases; even the rumored home to Lemurians, surviving members of a sensitive super-race some believe existed 12,000 years ago during the time of Atlantis.”
Are you a believer now? I thought so. Me too. Okay, so while I drink this Kool-Aid we keep on Hwy 5 past Sacramento where we stop for the night and have dinner at Olive Garden. I LOVE Olive Garden’s salad. I used to love their breadsticks too but now they seem to need more butter and salt. Here, again, I was asked for my ID. What’s up people? I know I don’t look 21, especially after sitting in the car for twelve hours. Maybe they could still smell the Mango-rita fumes evaporating off me.
Day TWO brought us trucking onto Hwy 40E, where we spent hours and hours looking out onto endless desert land throughout Arizona and New Mexico. I took some pictures of random things – an old mill, a long train, my feet. DAY THREE and destination O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A! We had been in OK for no less than twenty minutes when I saw a cow fly by, it was seriously windy folks.
Being in Oklahoma was one of those don’t blink or you’ll miss it moments. But I got two very important things accomplished in less than 24 hours. I managed to get a new OK driver’s license and I met up with some very dear to my heart and hilariously funny friends that I have known since my teenaged (and younger) years. The restaurant du jour? Mexico Joe’s, as always. What Stillwater visit would be complete without a Joe’s cup of beer and a chicken chimichanga? Extra queso and sour cream please.
Six a.m. arrived early on my blow up mattress (which was better then nothing, I know). I shoved all my clothes and 500 million Mexico Joe’s cups into my suitcase and then off to the OKC airport. Time to see more fabulous friends in NYC! Life sure is rough these days.
Aaaaaaaand……it’s another list! Love me some lists.
Wait! Don’t go! It will be FUN-NAH. Promise. How are YOU? Please tell me, I wanna know! What do you count as your blessings?
One of my closest friends from the early Oklahoma years called yesterday to catch up on life. We have known each other since we were ten. I remember roller skating to her house wearing my new tennis shoe skates with orange, green and yellow stripes down the sides. Did any of you have roller skates like these? I lived in those things and would gladly have gone into the SCC pool with them if allowed. Plus I had a rockstar skating routine to Jessie’s Girl perfected, just waiting for someone, ANYONE to ask to see it.
We gossiped and caught up on our lives. It is quite possible I bitched about a thing here or there. And she reminded me, that when I feel my life is crashing all around me – don’t forget to count your blessings. Amen sister.
Here are mine. What are some of yours?
1. My health. I never take it for granted and I think at least four times a year I have appendicitis, or a broken rib, or possibly swine flu. I guess that’s what happens when growing up with a nurse for a mother. I scoured over those books to find my latest, attention getting symptom. I told my friends in seventh grade that I had diabetes and then held my birthday party on Halloween to devour tons of candy. Smart, a little more research kid. But I seriously think I have appendicitis at the moment.
2. OKST. Cowboys kicking some UGA ass last night! College football is back! If only I had Euro ESPN to watch, just not the same with a live ticker.
3. My steadfast, fun-loving, margarita drinking group of friends from all over the world. Thank you for always being supportive. You ROCK!
4. Same for my family. I am lucky to have a loving (and crazy) family. My mom, dad, brother, sister-in-law and cutest nephew ever live too far away.
LOVE that hair! Cutie Patootie.
5. Cool breezes off the Mediterranean
6. Xanadu (roller skates mentioned above were also in many Xanadu reenactments)
7. My boyfriend (The German). He is a good soul, who (whom? GAH!) I love with all my heart
8. FIVE of the sweetest cats ever. I never was a cat person until mama cat brought me seven babies three years ago. Welcome to Mallorca sucka is what she said when she left them at my front door.
9. Pa amb Oli
10. Delicious Mallorcan wine…..speaking of which. Good night!