holiday bowl

as a sooner fan, if we aren't playing for the national championship, it just really doesn't matter. but, with that said, our fine sooners showed up last night and took down a 6th ranked oregon team. oregon's only loss was to usc, so i can take this win as a great sign of things to come. the defense was remarkable, and most of our offense are freshman so they will only continue to get better!!!

next year is gonna be fun. boomer sooner!!!

my space

at first i wasn't a big fan of this my space deal, but i'm finding it more and more fun as i am on it longer. i just realized that there are actually real-deal supa-stars on my space. i looooooooove sports, especially if it involves the sooners and/or any pro dallas team. that said, of course i love roy williams. i found this pic (his high school football picture) on his space, with the caption, " i thought i was so tight." love it. and he had mark clayton (shout out to a-town and the sooners!) as one of his my space friends. this is just hilarious.

well, at least it is to me.

a thinker's movie

i'm off this week...glorious. i got up this morning at 11, went to lunch with babs at taco diner, then went with friends to see "brokeback mountain." let me tell you, this is an excellent film. it is the kind of movie that really makes you think. the kind of movie that makes me want to go to a little dive, sit next to the fire, get a nice cold beer, and talk about life. two thumbs up, i highly recommend it. now, where's that beer...

mckenzie's and my impression of bono and the edge 

man of the year

so it's official. bono is man of the year...what a great man, and he's so deserving of this award.

fame, politics, advocacy, humanitarianism and amazing artistic ability aside, he is a family man that loves his friends and fears God...and shows it by the way he leads his life. way to go, bono!!

observations of idiocy

something i have noticed about my friends (and myself) are that we have these odd little habits. habits like, finishing a statement with a movie line. and no, not just finishing, but any part of a common (meaning common amongst our group, special shout-out especially to julie and mols) phrase makes us say the quote. it's so completely terrible, but whoever says it always thinks they are for sure the funniest thing going. and dont' get me wrong. we ALL laugh. everytime.

let me give you a few examples:

1. if the word "rolls" is used...

someone always quirks, "please pass the rolls" this is from a scene in father of the bride 2 when steve martin has taken some sleeping pills, and upon saying this phrase, passes out at the table. no, not the funniest line ever, but apparently we think it is.

2. the words "hey guys" or during any akward moment of silence

"hey guys...big gulps, huh? welp, see ya later!" this one is from dumb and dumber. enough said.

3. the words, "fork, knife, spoon, utensil, pepsi"

"there were no utensils in medieval times, therefore there are no utensils at medieval times. would you like a refill on that pepsi?" from the cable guy...terrible movie, wonderful quotes.

4. any reference to the number 9

mom: "i don't remember ferris being sick nine times."
principal: "that's because he wasn't sick, he was skipping school."

i think you get the point. i was just laughing to myself about this last night, wondering if at some point i'll hear the word "rolls" and not think of that line, "head" and not think of "so i married an ax murderer" etc, etc. probably a seinfeld moment for most of you, thinking of the lines your friends say on a daily basis. i wish i quoted famous poets and philosophers the way i quote movie lines. and on that note, i'll leave you with a favorite moment from the movie "christmas vacation" (pardon the french...)

Ellen: What are you looking at?
Clark: Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn... the clean, cool chill of the holiday air... an asshole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer... [Eddie, in the driveway, is draining the RV's toilet]
Eddie: Shitter was full!
Clark: Ah, yeah. You checked our shitters, honey?
Ellen: Clark, please. He doesn't know any better.
Clark: He oughta know it's illegal. That's a storm sewer. If it fills with gas, I pity the person who lights a match within ten yards of it.

it's the most wonderful time of the year

i just finished taking a long lunch with my mom on knox street, then walked down that blessed little corridor of shops. we bought a few christmas presents, ooh-ed and ahh-ed and all the beautiful christmas decor...it was so fun. and last night, had a fun gathering with college friends at meg's house to celebrate britt's b-day...we chatted about the holidays and all of our upcoming parties. it's just a festive, fun-filled time. and the weather has the perfect amount of chill...it's that kind of weather that makes you appreciate dallas (at least for now).

it reminds me of the late fall in new york city. ahh, such a great town. i haven't been in almost a year, but everytime i go i love it more. that said, in my love-hate relationship with dallas, we are most certainly in a good place right now. the weather is nice (plus i just watched a long documentary-type deal the travel channel did that made dallas seem really great!), and i am suddenly realizing that relatively speaking, dallas is a really great place to be.

i may just be psyching myself out since i just got a promotion at work, (meaning i'll be staying in dallas for a while longer), but then again - was i ever really planning to leave? and if so, obviously i wasn't planning on it anytime soon. maybe i like this having-family-and-friends-close-by thing more than i thought i did (now if only we could pull a few of you back here from austin, san antonio, nashville, nyc, newport beach...wait a minute...) ; )

walk the line

i saw "walk the line" last week...wow, what a great movie. johnny cash was a such a cool artist and i had a great time watching his story played out on the big screen. i highly recommend it.

treadmill fun

anyone who knows me well knows that i am a gym rat. i love the outdoors, but for the everyday workout, the gym is just easier, period. in all my time logged on treadmills and various gym equipment, a few days ago i saw my best yet...

i preface this to say, no one was hurt AND i felt for this girl. bless her heart, but it was just so funny. the treadmills at premier club are only inches apart, so the person next to you is basically invading your personal space.

so i am running, and suddenly notice the girl running next to me (to my right) moves over to another treadmill (to her right), leaving the one next to me unoccupied. moments later, i hear a quick, shrill scream and turn to see a girl, legs in the air, face thrown forcefully into the treadmill...mind you, that is still running at a pace of 7.0. her body is thrown off the treadmill, onto the floor behind her. she was not the only one that was surprised that treadmill was still running, i can't see any reason someone would get off of a treadmill and not stop the "mill" from running. (see a sample fall here...and keep in mind, the sample is mild compared to this incident http://www.funnyhub.com/videos/page.cgi/girl-treadmill-fall)

she just got up, returned to the treadmill and began to run. because of her attempt to pretend like nothing happened, i felt i should do the same. i simply turned away, holding back the tears, caused by my held in laughter. it reminded me of being a child in church...just as your friend sends you a note worthy of much giggle-time...silence. and you have to hold it all in. which just makes it worse. i finally did have a small, out-loud giggle, when i turned around to see the reaction of the others around me, only to see a friend of mine getting completely off the elliptical machine, obviously only to avoid falling off himself. his face was crimson red with laughter.

does it make me a bad person that i found such humor in this person's embarrasing moment? i think not. if she had been hurt, i would have helped. had she even hesitated, i would have at least said something. had she laughed aloud (as i feel i probably would have), i would have turned and given an "oh my goodness" with a smile. but to pretend like all of the people in that room didn't just hear AND see what happened, well, it made me laugh. it was so uncomfortable and akward.

i have no point to this posting but to share...if only it had happened to me. oh well, but then i guess her "non-reaction" was half the funny. i hope i didn't offend anyone out there. oh, and be safe on the treadmills. ; )

discernment

i found this article extremely thought provoking...

http://www.relevantmagazine.com/beta/pc_article.php?id=7019

hoooooooooooray

i had a most fab-u-lous thanksgiving...love turkey day, mainly because it kicks off the month we celebrate christmas. yes, i had the house appropriately decorated before i left for tulsa for thanksgiving so that when i came home, my halls would be decked.

i'm so happy that this week will be the week that kicks off december...it's that time of year again, and i LOVE it!!! as jay and i drove into h.p. village last night to eat at our sunday night staple, mi cocina, i shreaked with delight to see that the trees were once again filled with lights. i am like a dang griswold house inside...all lit up and cheesy! love it!

i'm thankful for...

mckenzie helped me decorate for christmas

this really isn't funny...

bah humbug 

bono on 60 minutes

Bono And The Christian Right
Nov. 20, 2005
(CBS) The members of the Irish rock band U2 have always believed that their group was about something more than making records and playing concerts. The themes of their music, often about social injustice, ranging from the American civil rights movement to genocide in Bosnia, have helped them sell more than 130 million albums around the world and gross nearly a billion dollars on the concert trail. And offstage, their lead singer, known by his teenage nickname “Bono,” is equally impressive. His political activism, working to help erase third world debt and supplying Africa with AIDS drugs, has made him a political force. Correspondent Ed Bradley takes a look at U2 and the double life of their lead singer.
After 25 years of touring, most critics say U2 is as good today as they’ve ever been, still selling out some of the world’s largest stadiums and arenas when touring around the globe. “It's only rock and roll where people are burned out at 40. I want to see what can happen with a band if they keep their integrity, keep their commitment to each other, and can we create extraordinary music,” says Bono, speaking to 60 Minutes while on tour in Milan, Italy this past summer. “You know what would have happened – and I'm not making a comparison, because I don't feel worthy to touch their hem – but what would have happened if the Beatles lived, and didn't, you know, disappear up their own arses but actually stayed in contact with the world, were awake. Didn't let their money buy them off. You know I'm still hungry. I still want a lot out of music,” Bono says. Bono has said when fans are screaming, it’s not about the band, it’s about them. “It's unexplainable what a song means to you. Because, remember, songs, it's not like a movie you see once or twice. A song, it gets under your skin and that's why [we] abandon ourselves to it,” says Bono. “It has a sense of kind of uplift, of getting airborne.” “Everything feels possible. And maybe more things are possible than we think,” he adds. And at every concert, the band tries to make that happen. Before the show, fans are asked to join a campaign to help end world poverty. And during the performance, Bono sings of social justice and argues for religious harmony. Bono’s passions are shared and supported by the band, drummer Larry Mullen, Jr., bassist Adam Clayton and the guitarist who calls himself “The Edge.” “I think early on the heroes that we had were people like Bob Marley, John Lennon, The Clash,” says The Edge. “And those bands all had the same combination of rock 'n roll, the rage, railing against injustice. And the politics. We connected with that in a major way.” The four of them formed their bond and their politics as teenagers in Dublin, Ireland. Larry Mullen wanted to start a band to play in pubs. Instead, he got one intent to take on the world. Mullen says being Irish helped shape the bands’ political and social concerns. “I mean we lived all our lives with the terrorist situation in northern Ireland. And with the British army and seeing that on the news night after night, atrocity after atrocity,” says Mullen. “But more than anything else, for the British folks Irish people were all terrorists. So when we went to Britain, it was always a lot of resistance to U2. And that's why we came to America.” In 1980, American music fans embraced them. By 1987, following their masterwork album “The Joshua Tree,” critics began to call them the biggest rock band in the world. Tours and CDs since then, including their latest, have added to their popularity. But along the way, they found another calling: getting help to the starving, troubled continent of Africa. The band did their part at the 1985 Live Aid concert. Bono continued on, behind the scenes and in front of news cameras, to lobby world leaders to action. Bono once said, “I'm available to be used, but I'm not a cheap date." And he stands by that quote. “No, I'm not a cheap date. I'm in the checks business. You know, and not just people signing the checks, but people cashing them. And I'm ready to spend my, whatever you want to call it, the currency of my celebrity, if that’s what it takes to get there.” He gets a lot of credit for lobbying President Bush, who he has met several times. Today, the Bush administration contributes to one of his biggest causes, AIDS medication for Africa. “People openly laughed in my face when I suggested that this administration would distribute antiretroviral drugs to Africa,” Bono remembers. “They said, ‘You are out of your tiny mind.’ There's 200,000 Africans now who owe their lives to America.” How does he get support for his projects? “It was probably that it would be really wrong beating a sort of left-wing drum, taking the usual bleeding-heart-liberal line,” says Bono. Instead, he enlisted the ruling right of American politics. “Particularly conservative Christians, I was very angry that they were not involved more in the AIDS emergency. I was saying, ‘this is the leprosy that we read about in the New Testament, you know. Christ hung out with the lepers. But you're ignoring the AIDS emergency,” says Bono. “How can you? And, you know, they said, ‘Well, you're right, actually. We have been. And we're sorry. We'll get involved.’ And they did.” His proudest achievement may have been helping convince the G8 industrial nations to sign an agreement that will forgive more than $40 billion in loans to Third World countries, 18 of them so far. “And these countries, instead of paying that money servicing old debts, can spend it on health, education and infrastructure in the countries. It’s an amazing achievement,” says Bono. But for all his success as an activist, Bono remains a rock star at the core. He and the rest of the band members have vacation homes in the South of France, the epicenter of celebrity lifestyle. How did he end up in the South of Frances, as opposed to Italy or Spain? “There's been, always been, an Irish/French thing going back to what's called the Flight of Earls. And in the 19th century. So, they're very tolerant of loud Irish people here, as you can see,” says Bono laughing. “As you can see I like to keep a low profile,” he adds. Fact is, Bono’s celebrity profile could hardly be bigger. Rock star sunglasses aside, he dispenses with the trappings of celebrity as much as possible. Bono doesn’t travel with security and doesn’t have a posse. “I've always, you know, our thing, and being in U2, is like, how do you be, but not have to have all that bulls*it that goes with being famous and so, answer number one, live in Ireland. Ok? That helped,” says Bono. Bono also jokes about keeping his low profile in the South of France. “Why live in France? Because the French are so snobbish…. The French are so into themselves that they don't even notice you.” Truth is, Bono and the band are treated like royalty on the French Riviera and spend as much time there as possible. On tour this summer, they commuted to many of their European concerts from the South of France in a private jet. Poking fun at themselves is something they do well, and often. At the height of their early fame almost 20 years ago, Frank Sinatra joined in at one of his Las Vegas concerts. “During the show, he stood up, he stopped us and made us kind of stand up and do the wave thing. And we were dressed in, you know, rags, just in comparison,” remembers Bono. “And he just stopped. He said, ‘You're number one all around the world.’ He said, ‘Look at you. You haven't spent a dime on your clothes.’" Today, they do spend millions on their concert production. Every detail of their sets is state-of-the-art, even a cappuccino machine under the stage. And the attention to detail goes for the music, too. The band gets a lot out of their instruments. Part of their secret is guitar technology. “It's like a programmable switching system. So I can go through any combination of effects,” explains The Edge. But Larry Mullen makes his job as simple as possible. He doesn’t do big drum solos. “It's fairly simple and straightforward. But because of my…I'm not that good. And I concentrate quite hard,” he says laughing. Mullen and Clayton focus on creating the engine that drives the music. Bono and Edge are the navigators, trying to take each song and each concert to new heights. This is where the band’s two worlds collide. Their global fame has given Bono a political voice. U2’s politics give their music a little something extra. And Bono is confident U2 will be remembered in the future. “Actually oddly enough, I think my work, the activism, will be forgotten. And I hope it will. Because I hope those problems will have gone away,” says Bono. “But our music will be here in 50 years and 100 years' time. Fact that our songs occupy a sort of an emotional terrain that didn't exist before our group did.” By John Hamlin © MMV, CBS Worldwide Inc. All Rights Reserved.

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/11/17/60minutes/printable1053542.shtml

tech...ech

first, watch this video...especially around the 35-second mark. i went back a hundred times to watch it...he's down, then stretches his hands into the endzone. no question.

not to be a sore loser, but...insurance salesmen from lubbock shouldn't be calling tech games. i just watched dale hansen complain about it...a nebraska fan of all things, and now i read this from the star telegram...

November 19, 2005
Big 12 refs steal one from OU
I have just watched the ending of the worst-officiated game in college football history. I'd show you the replay, but apparently in the Big 12, replays are presented for the TV viewing audience's amusement only.
I'm referring to the final seconds -- the final quarter, actually -- of Texas Tech's alleged 23-21 victory over Oklahoma in Lubbock.
The so-called winning touchdown came when Tech's Taurean Henderson stretched the ball over the goal line, well after his body had already been tackled to the ground.
This followed an even more ludicrous incomplete pass that the officials nearly ruled a touchdown (it was reversed, thankfully). And that was preceded by a fourth-down spot that gave the Red Raiders at least two feet and a game-saving first down.
All three plays were reviewed. Only the end zone pass was properly reversed. (The receiver never actually caught the ball).
You'll seldom see me mention an official's call in one of my columns. I'll leave the referee-complaining to the head coaches.
But the ending of the OU-Tech game was so blatantly mishandled, it totally altered the outcome.
Tech's second-to-last touchdown, come to think of it, shouldn't have been allowed, because the receiver left the field of play and came back in to make the catch. Again, the replay showed it, but it wasn't corrected.
On the fourth-down catch, Cody Hodges' pass was deflected, and Danny Amendola made a terrific play to wrest the ball from an OU defender's hands. But he was at least two feet shy of the first down mark when he came down with the ball.
The officiating crew seemed to be more interested in determining who had possession than it did in correctly marking the spot. The bogus first down kept alive Tech's winning drive.
The Henderson "touchdown" was a gutsy call by Tech coach Mike Leach, because he knew that a running play would run out the clock. But calling a run didn't fool the Oklahoma defense. Henderson was wrapped up, twisted, and his body clearly appeared to hit the turf one yard short of the goal line. The end zone TV camera probably showed it best.
Again, however, no official aggressively came running in to mark the forward progress. Even the official that was nearest the play didn't call a touchdown. After a few seconds, an official -- the line judge, I think -- came in and threw his touchdown signal into the air.
If the Big 12 is going to have instant replay and ignore it, why bother even reviewing a call? The officiating crew in Lubbock needs to be tagged, dipped for fleas and banned by the conference from ever doing a Big 12 game again.
Were they intimidated by the home crowd? Mad at Bob Stoops? Too leg-weary by the fourth quarter to call the game correctly? We'll probably never know.
What I do know is that Oklahoma should be headed to the Cotton Bowl, not Texas Tech. The disputed "victory" puts another asterisk on Tech's patsy-inflated 9-2 record.
Posted by glebreton on November 19, 2005 at 05:05 PM in College football Permalink Comments (52)

love is...

i read a little blurb today, asking kids to describe what the word "love" means to them. there were a lot of cute answers, but one in particular really grabbed a hold of me...

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."

Bobby - age 7

why i love gordon keith, in his own human-words

thank you, dallas morning news.

Newspaper Column: There's a reason I write this thing
07:47 AM CST on Thursday, November 3, 2005
By GORDON KEITH

My basic goal every day is to not get pregnant. But after that, my next goal is to avoid speaking with another live human being.

I complain about the world being this way because it is a fashionable gripe, but I secretly do everything I can to avoid interacting with other so-called humans. I remember the wisdom my father imparted to me every year on my birthday: "Son, if you avoid eye contact, then maybe, just maybe, they won't knife you." Then, with tremendous fanfare and laughter, my father would knife me for emphasis.

The truth is that I am painfully vapid and I know any conversation will increase the possible exposure of this dangerous social flaw.

If my cellphone rings, my heart starts racing. So I mute the ring and procrastinate checking the voicemail for a few weeks while I get drunk. If my doorbell chimes? I dive under old clothes and hold a quivering pistol to my head while sweating and mumbling prayers in improvised Spanish. I hate that I am like this, but I have social anxiety. And bird flu.

I think the whole world is becoming a collection of isolated cocoons rather than the interactive corpus God intended it to be, and that's fine with me as long as I don't have to issue pleasantries. E-mail, voicemail, tall fences, HVAC, disease, fear, all of them are important allies in my quest to remain in a womb of anti-social bliss.

Are you like me? Take this helpful quiz to determine if you are a homicidal misanthrope.

•Do you pray to Sweet Sweet Zeus that you are delivered unto voicemail when you call someone, just so you can avoid that warm feeling of interaction?

•Do you wish your side fence were 12 feet tall instead of a stingy eight?

•Upon entering a restaurant with another diner present, do you simply eat in the alley?

•If someone tries to "make plans," do you claim leprosy?

•Do you load up the adjacent theater seat with scrap metal?

•If someone says "hello," do you make your eyes real big and scramble up a tree?
Put your pencil down. Give yourself two points for each "yes" answer. Add it all up and you'll find it equals a lonely but increasingly common life.

Totally freak Gordon out by e-mailing him at gordon@gordonkeith.com, then eavesdrop on his awkward communication efforts on "The Ticket" KTCK-AM (1310) weekday mornings from 6 to 10.

now if you aren't crying, then what exactly does it take to make you laugh?

ouch

i stepped on a nail a couple of days ago. it went right into the center of my right big toe. wearing high heels to work is more painful to this injury than working out. yes, that's right, if i'm wearing my comfy little new balance tennies, i can go to the gym and walk with relative ease, lift weights, and do the elliptical (not quite back to running, but still...I think I'll be there today).

what does this tell you about heels? i just really think that someone didn't have their head on straight when they thought that this was a woman's only option in the workplace. well, either to wear heels or to look 'not-cute'. my mom always told me,"looking cute takes work, no pain no gain."

i don't remember heels of these extremes being popular in my mom's schoolteacher days, and i defintiely know that she's ever stepped on a nail before. i'm thinking we women need to band together and come up with some sort of rational alternative, at least for those inflicted with injury. ugh.

carpe diem

today i learned of the death of a close childhood friend's mom...this the third recent death that has come into my life. death is one of those things that we all at some point will realize, but all try our best to keep from our minds. i don't want to live my life worrying, but after the recent blows of the death of a close friends' grandmother, the tragic death of a friend's husband, and today, the death of a sweet mother, i was left feeling plagued with the pains of death.

my dad and i talked for a while this afternoon. my dad is just one of those people. such passion, such wisdom, such kindness. as i shared the saddness and the worries of my soul, he reminded me of what should come of this...it should serve as a reminder, that whether a loving grandmother, a godly young pastor, father, and husband, or a faithful mother, wife, and teacher...we should savour each day. there is no way of knowing when our time will come, so we should enjoy and live each day as if it is our last.

i just hope that people remember me in any of the ways i remember these fine people. as a person that lived each day to its absolute fullest, that loved their God, family, friends, and each day they were given. a person that can look back and say "i'm glad i did that!"