With the first football game coming up Thursday night (and yes, my flags are already on my car waving proudly!) I thought I'd post this little diddy about college football in the South. We're not all rednecks, we just LOVE our football. he he
The Difference In Football Between the North and South (PS Can't claim this for my own - someone forwarded it to me!)
Up North: Chapstick in their back pocket and a $20 bill in their front pocket. Down South: Louis Vuitton duffel with two lipsticks, powder, mascara (waterproof), concealer, and a fifth of bourbon. Wallet not necessary, that's what dates are for.
Up North: College football stadiums hold 20,000. Down South: High School football stadiums hold 20,000.
Up North: Expect their daughter to understand Sylvia Plath. Down South: Expect their daughters to understand pass interference. (Uh - VERY true in my house growing up!) :)
Up North: Male and female alike: woolly sweater or sweatshirt and jeans. Down South: Male - press khakis, oxford shirt, cap with frat logo, Justin Ropers. Female - ankle-length skirt, coordinated cardigan, flat riding boots, oxford shirt. (ok, that one not so much - more like a cute sundress or cute summery skirt and a cardigan)
Up North: Take prospects on sailing trips before they join the law firm. Down South: Take prospects on fishing trip so they don't leave for the NFL their senior year.
Up North: Statues of founding fathers. Down South: Statues of Heisman Trophy winners.
Up North: Also a Physics Major Down South: Also Miss USA.
Up North: Mario Cuomo Down South: "Bear" Bryant
Up North: 5 minutes before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus and still purchase tickets. Down South: 5 months before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus and still be placed on the waiting list for tickets.
FRIDAY CLASSES AFTER A THURSDAY NIGHT GAME
Up North: Students and Teachers are not sure if they are going because they have class on Friday. Down south: Teachers cancel class on Friday because they don't want to see the few hungover students that might actually make it to class on Friday.
Up North: An hour before game time the University opens the campus for game parking. Down South: RV's sporting their school flags begin arriving on Wednesday for the weekend festivities. The real faithful begin arriving on Tuesday.
GAME DAY Up North: A few students party in the dorm and watch ESPN on TV. Down South: Every student wakes up, has a beer for breakfast, and rushes over to where ESPN is broadcasting on Game Day "live" to get on camera and wave to the idiots up North who wonder why game day is never broadcast from their campus. (Holla at your girl, Kirk Herbstreit!)
Up North: Raw meat on a grill, beer with lime in it, listening to local radio station with truck tailgate down. Down South: 30-foot custom pig-shaped smoker fires up at dawn. Cooking accompanied by live performance by Jerry Jeff Walker, who comes over during breaks and ask for a hit off your bottle of bourbon.
GETTING TO THE STADIUM
Up North: You ask "Where's the stadium?" When you find it, you walk right in with no line. Down South: When your near it, you'll hear it. On game day, it becomes the state's third largest city.
Up North: Drinks served in a paper cup filled to the top with soda. Down South: Drinks served in a plastic cup with the home team's mascot--filled less than halfway to ensure enough room for bourbon.
WHEN NATIONAL ANTHEM IS PLAYED
Up North: Stands are less than half full. Down South: 100,000 fans sing along in perfect 3-part harmony.
THE SMELL IN THE AIR AFTER THE FIRST SCORE
Up North: Nothing Changes! Down South: Fireworks with a twist of bourbon.
Up North: "Nice Play." Down South: "Dammit you slow sumbitch - tackle him and break his legs!!!"
Up North: "My, this is a violent sport." Down South: "Dammit you slow sumbitch - tackle him and break his legs!!!"
Up North: Paid. Down South: Announcer harmonizes with the crowd in the fight song, with a tear in his eye because he is so proud of his team.
AFTER THE GAME
Up North: The stadium is empty way before the game ends. Down South: Another rack of ribs on the smoker. While somebody goes to the nearest package store for more bourbon, planning begins for next week's game.
To prove my point, I guarantee you over half of this town will be leaving work at noon on Thursday and NO one will show up before noon on Friday (if at all) LOL
Something that I rarely talk about on my blog is my job. I just don't think it's a good idea, because you never know who is reading. So just in case, I figured it best to keep mum about things at work.
However...things have changed and I want to share the good news!
Last November, one of my co-workers (and also good friend that I have known for years) resigned from her position here and went to work for another company. I really missed working with her alot - we worked very well together. Well, over the next few months, she told me that she thought one of the girls at her new job was looking for a new job herself. She told me she thought the position would be perfect for me and would let me know if anything opened up. Well, nothing happened for the longest time, and then finally one day that girl resigned.
So I submitted my resume, and proceeded to wait to see if I would get a call back. Nothing. I called my friend and she said she would look into it further. She called me back and said that she was afraid they were looking to contract the position out. I was really disapointed!
Well, a few months had gone by and about a month ago, I got another phone call saying they had decided to not contract the position - and would I be interested in interviewing? YES! So I did. And then last week, I was called in for my 2nd interview. I was very nervous, but I thought it went well.
Today, I got the phone call saying that I got the job! I start Sept. 15th! I'm so excited. It's something I've always wanted to do - it incorporates part of what I am doing now and part of what I went to school for. I'm glad that my college degree will finally be put to good use!
I've prayed long and hard about this, and I really feel in my gut that it's the right thing to do. I'm also very nervous, but I know that is expected with change. I am not a fan of change! But I know it can be a good thing...Wish me well! The only thing I am sad about is that I will miss my co-workers. They are the only ones that have kept me sane at my current job.
PS I'm getting ready to go let my boss know right now...eek!
I have been on a diet high all week doing awesome! Kicking ass and taking names if I must say. Until last night....
I skipped the gym. No biggie right? Then today at lunch I had a HUGE piece of cheesecake. *gulp* So yes, I'm definitely going to the gym tonight. The sad thing is after sweating my butt off for an hour I probably STILL won't have worked off that damn cheesecake.
This is an old clip, but one of my favorites....shows the excitement in Columbia, SC at EVERY football game whether we win or lose (and lose we do, a lot, sadly) But we consistently pack out our stadium and root for our boys. Gamecocks fans are the best!
Seven days til the rooster crows!!! GO COCKS GO COCKSGO COCKS!!!!!!
Boy if I can keep this up I should be able to lose those 10 pounds (or at least come close) by the end of September (girls weekend). Today, I had pretty much the same food as yesterday except for dinner I've been having a spinach salad. Next week I'll have to switch things up a little so I won't get bored. Also, I did kickboxing class tonight. I love that class! Amazing workout.
I was talking to my friend J tonight and I told her that when I am in this mode of trying so hard to eat right, it's almost as bad as when I quit smoking years ago. When I quit - cigarettes were all I thought about all day long. Right now, all I can think about is ice cream, french fries and pizza. How I love thee. And how thee loves my ass and thighs. It's brutal man, so brutal. But I KNOW when my pants are looser I will thank me. Just like my lungs also thank me for being 5 years smoke free :)
So my blueberry/peach dessert is just as tasty as ice cream right??? (I'm saying this over and over again in my head until I believe it...)
Tonight, like a good little girl, I made my way on over the the Y after work. It's not an easy thing to find a parking spot at the Y. Oh no. You have to drive around the block and look for a metered spot (fortunately you don't have to pay after 5 though).
So I parked on my usual block, which is if I might add here, 2 1/2 blocks away from the Y. But, I'm there to work out so I've always figured a little extra walking won't kill me. (Nevermind the 4 flights of stairs you have to walk up to get to class because it's an OLD as crap 8 story building in downtown but I digress...)
(it's the brick building with the red awning)
So I find my spot, and when I get out I make sure I'm all the way in the lines, etc. I lock my car and start walking. As I'm approaching the corner, I see a cop parked at the redlight.
Now you see, the joke among my family and friends is if there is a police officer anywhere near me, they will find a way to pull me for something, anything. I am a freaking cop magnet!! So of course, that being the case, I take one last glance back at my car to make absolutely sure I was parked correctly. I was satisfied and continue crossing the street.
This is of course is the part of the story when the cop puts his blue light on and pulls up to park behind - you guessed it - MY FREAKING CAR.
For a second I literally stood there and thought "Is this a joke? This is a joke right? WHY ME WHY ME WHY ME???" Then I get mad. I walk back across the street, pull up to the cop's side door and he rolls his window down.
Our conversation is as follows.
"Officer, is there a problem?"
"Excuse me ma'am?"
"I said, is there a problem???? That is my car."
"Uh....um.....yes. There is actually."
"What is the problem?" (me with my hands on my hip looking very stern)
"Your car is too far away from the curb - approximately xxx inches away."
"I am completely within the lines. That is impossible." (I probably shouldn't argue with cops but I was pissed.)
"No ma'am it is not. And we are towing you."
Ok, now I'm twice as pissed. My face was beet red, but at this point I'm pretty sure it went white.
"You cannot be serious. I will move my car, but....you cannot be serious."
"The tow truck is already on the way."
"Seriously? You cannot be serious." (Yes I was repeating myself because I did not know what to say other than "are you serious?")
"Ma'am, I am completely and totally....
He starts chuckling. "I'm totally kidding....we are actually looking for a sick cat."
Yep, you read that right.
All I could muster was a stomp of my foot and "YOU ARE SO MEAN!!!" Yep, I'm grown-up like that.
And then, after anger melted to relief, I realized he was kind've hot. I semi-laughed and mumbled good luck finding the cat (I did worry about that, because I love furry kids) and then I went on my merry way.
When I got back to my car I almost hoped he had left me a note or something with his number. Alas, he did not. But at least it wasn't a ticket.
"The road to success is always under construction." Lily Tomlin
After fighting to get back on the wagon (even after admitting I was gonna weigh last Wednesdsay and start being good which I didn't, so don't stone me) I am officially now ON. The key for me is planning, planning, planning. That's one thing I really learned from weight watchers. Especially with football season around the corner which means tailgates and parties.
So, I've got it all mapped out for the week. I have a plan. But just this week. I'm not worrying about anything but this one week. On Sunday, I'll worry about the next week.
This path of losing weight (or lack of lately) and becoming healthier has been an interesting one. I'm always (like many of you I'm sure) thinking about the "what ifs". Sometimes I lay in bed at night and think about things like - what trip I would go on if...what designer jeans I would buy if...I would get asked out more if...I'd go swimming more often if......so many damn ifs. I know it's not healthy, but yet, I'm a dreamer. I'm a Pisces. It's what we do. We dream about tomorrow. Because that is what "if" is...it's a promise or hope of what could be...tomorrow.
But lately I've been really trying to get myself off of that track, and focus on today. I want to be living in the today. There are some possible big changes coming up for me that I can't talk about here yet. But hopefully it's a good change. If it doesn't happen, then that's ok. But regardless, I need to stop the "if" syndrome and start thinking about the "what is." And the "what is" is pretty amazing actually.
That being said, I still think wanting to be a healthy (notice I did not say skinny or thin) person is something to strive towards. So, just thought I'd share for you (more so for my benefit though) what I'm having or have had today:
Breakfast: Oatmeal and cup of cantaloupe, coffee w/ tbsp creamer and tsp sugar (the only thing I can't part with)
Snack: 1 String Cheese
Lunch: Peanut butter / banana / honey / raisins and mixed nuts on a wrap
Snack: South Beach Bar
Dinner: grilled chicken, cup of steamed veggies and baked potato w/ salsa. One glass of vanilla almond milk.
Dessert: One cup of vanilla yogurt mixed with 1/4 cup kashi cereal and 1/4 cup blueberries.
So, some of you may remember a while back my friends and I had thought about starting up the Bad Girls Book Club. Well, we finally have and we had our first meeting this past Thursday! What fun! Seriously, we have the perfect mix of girls. There were only 4 of us but regardless we were all sexy, single and ready to mingle, baby. (Although I did invite 2 married "bad girls" but they could not come.)
The location was this fabulous new little joint in downtown. The atmosphere and decor were amazing. There were ceiling to floor waterfalls on each wall and they had complimentary valet parking. (Which is awesome where you are wearing 4 inch heels like me) Did I mention the valet guy was adorable?
Oh my! We kicked book club off right with a round of mojitos for everyone. Our favorites were a firefly mojito (Jen, you will love these) and a blueberry mojito (my personal fave.) Delish! Suffice it to say, the mojitos were flowing all night. Don't worry though...we ate enough food to squelch any possible buzz I may have originally had! The food was great and the owner even gave us a huge complimentary piece of cheesecake! He had to twist our arm to eat it of course. Riiiight.
We talked men, we talked food, we talked drinks, we talked more men...L has the best stories! I could listen to her tell stories all night. My favorite is the time she through a guy's keys out the cab because she thought he was a married man and cheating on his wife. BRILLIANT.
Oh yea...we talked books also. The book we read was Chasing Harry Winston. I actually haven't finished it (but hey that's part of the BGBC rules - come even if you haven't read or finished reading!) but all the girls really enjoyed it. I should have it done by next week.
The book for next time is Love the One You're With by Emily Giffin. I'll let ya'll know what we think of it when we are finished.
Bad Girls Book Club is officially on....and it's so f__g MONEY.
Watching the Olympics as much as I have over the past week, I've heard (fortunately) our National Anthem played a lot. And it got me thinking - I love a good rendition of the National Anthem (and I cringe, as probably everyone, when I hear an awful version)
One of my all time favorite renditions is Chris Daughtry (in case you don't remember - he was from American Idol Season 5) singing our anthem at the the NFC Championship in Chicago in 2007.
A) So let's see...men on Match.com. They contact you and say hello. Or they wink. And then I email them back something very witty and clever like "hey how are you? thanks for the wink!" (haha) and then I wait for it...wait for it....(and I mean that literally) don't hear back. Or it takes them a week to respond. Boys...if you are interested in me - waiting a week to respond isn't going to cut it. Seriously? I'm 34. That might have worked when I was 24, but not now. (actually it wouldn't have worked then either)
B) Here's another fun tidbit. Remember the guy I've been talking about for what seems like forever?? (I'm too lazy to go search the posts and link it - but I'm sure most of you will remember) The one who was given my cell number from a mutual friend - we talked - we emailed - he never did actually me out - I went on vacation - I came back - we emailed again - then I didn't hear from him for weeks - I went out on a limb and broke the rules and emailed him - he emailed me back (seriously, this is so boring) - and then we continued to do this BS emailing back and forth.
So I finally find out the problem. He's been seeing someone. But! Now he has decided that she's "getting too serious" so he's back to wanting to see me. (he has seen my photo so he knows what I look like) He calls me last FRIDAY and leaves me a message something to the tune of "if you want to get together tonight for some drinks, let me know...I know it's last minute and I'm sorry - so if you already have plans, I understand." Um, I didn't have plans. I did not call him back and I sat my ass at home that Friday night.
I finally emailed him on Wednesday (I'm a cold heartless bitch) and said "sorry I missed you, I had plans yada yada) He called me back the next night and this time I answered and we talked for a little while. He still wants to get together with me but "he has to work late this weekend."
I AM SO TIRED OF THIS!!!SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT!! It sucks too, because we really do seem to "click" when we talk on the phone. I just truly think this guy (he's 39) is the eternal bachelor. And he's never going to settle down with just one girl. I really do want to go out with him at least once though - if for no other reason so I can have something fun to blog about. Ha! And one date can't hurt. Even if it's just to show up in something really hot dress, and blow his socks off. And make him buy me dinner. And a drink (or 3). See? Cold and heartless. I too can play the game. (then again, I have nothing else to do)
***I'm very sorry for the cursing in my post this time. As you can see, frustration brings out the worst in me. (although this is tame compared to some of my rants in person! LOL Eek - I need soap and water.)
I know ya'll are probably sick of hearing me talk about diet, exercise, weight loss, etc. but the truth is that is one reason I started this blog. I wanted to keep my feet held to the fire so that I would stay the course. And for the past few months, I have gotten WAY off course. So, from here on out - "Weighty Wednesdays" will be back. I really need that accountability - last time I did that I lost 9 pounds. I can do that again! I'm gonna weigh when I get home from work today, and then again next Wednesday and I'll post the results here. I even just put a reminder in my cell phone! No more excuses. I've been SO awful in the eating department. It makes me so mad at myself. But as I've heard at weight watchers meetings so many times - I must forgive myself and move on.
On an unrelated note - something amazing has happened. I've gotten into watching the Olympics this year! I usually don't, however I've been glued every night.
...but I got a bloggy award! And it means even more because it's from a fellow Carolina Girl...Deb you rock sister! Thank you! Seriously, this has been the shittiest day and that just totally made it so much better :)
Most of you know that I don't usually talk politics on my blog because like a lot of things, it's always a touchy subject. However, if you've been reading my blog for a while, you'll know that I was always a strong believer and supporter of John Edwards.
Hence, my anger.
I'm angry because he lied. I'm angry because he had an affair while his wife was battling cancer. I'm angry that I believed his lies. I'm angry for feeling like a fool.
He is ruined now. A man is only as good as his word. And John Edward's word means nothing now. The true victim here is his wife Elizabeth. She has dealt with her son's tragic death, cancer and now this. And yet she still remains so strong and faithful. She seems like an amazing woman. I really don't know if I could stay with a man who had cheated on me. I always wonder how women do it. I think I'm too strong willed. I would kick his sorry ass to the curb.
Sorry guys, just wanted to get this off of my chest.
On a brighter note, I watched the opening ceremonies of the Olympics last night. It was pretty awesome...did ya'll watch? The US team looked SO sharp in their Ralph Lauren navy and white outfits!
What's up with Blogger? Anyone else having any weird issues with them? My blog roll isn't working half the time and when I click on other people's blogs, it's formated strange. Am I crazy? (and I mean anymore than usual)
Soooo... this weekend, I am doing something very redneck....
wait for it...
wait for it...
I am going to a Tractor Pull, baby! Oh yea! You read that right! No, I didn't know what that was either until last year but now my girlfriends and I make it an annual thing. It's crazy, fun, loud (then again, I like loud - I like Nascar right???) hot and did I mention loud?? These tractors they, well, they um, pull things...
Yea, I didn't remember what so I went and googled it. (God Bless Google) Here is the definition from my buddy Wiki: "Truck and tractor pulling, also known as power pulling, is a competition using tractors and large trucks to pull a heavy sled along a 'track' and is very popular in rural areas."
They should have just said "is very popular in the redneck south! Ha! Well, "rural area" definitely qualifies where we are going this weekend.
It's fun though. It's basically just an excuse to throw a big ole tailgate party in the middle of the country. Also, it's my friend G's birthday so we'll be doing a LOT of celebrating. Now I just gotta find a cute outfit so I can flirt with some cute country boys :) (I can always find a way to excuse a shopping trip!)
And you KNOW I'll upload some pics when I get back! I'll probably have a beet red face and a nice sweaty glow. Yea, it's hotter than 2 rats making love in wool sock here right now! Whew! Welcome to South Carolina...our slogan should be "We like to sweat!"
New feature on my blog until I run out of blogs to blog about (whew that was a mouthful)..and let's face it, that'll NEVER happen.
On to the good stuff...here are 2 favorite bloggers (randomly selected of course) and why:
Americanin Norway Come take a ride across the ocean to beautiful Norway. Not only is the scenery beautiful...but take a look at Tressa and her family. Gor-geous! What a fascinating story she has too. I so admire her courage - and her family has been through the ringer lately for sure. She and the fam are visiting in the States, so her blogging is on hold right now. But girlfriend tells some f-u-n-n-y stories! Check her out sometime - especially the love boat chronicles of how they met. *sigh* That kind of stuff usually only happens in movies!
Knit by God's Hand Rebecca - not only is she so stinking talented (Go check out her socks...they are awesome!) but she has an amazing faith that inspires me. Also, she's injured so pay her a visit and send her well wishes while you are at it! And make sure to check out the totally awesome (I sound like Wayne's World lol) new project they just completed for their church youth. I'm so impressed!
Next week...I've got 2 more bloggers to share the love with. This is kind've fun...you SITS girls are on to something! :o)
"Do you have the time....to listen to me whine? About nothing and everything all at once..." Green Day
It's my lunch hour, everyone's out of the office, so I thought I would do a little blogging and tell the story about the day I decided to become a healthier person and lose some weight. Grab some lite butter, low cal popcorn and a bottle of water and enjoy yourself.
A group of us had gone tailgating at the Charlotte race in the fall of 2005. We had the usual staples - fried chicken, biscuits, brownies and liquor. (Hey, just being honest! ha!)
We had a great time, but when we walked towards the venue I was a huffing and a puffing. We also walked up a lot of stairs, which also caused a lot more huffing and puffing. And sweating. How ridiculous.
Anyway, I have always been someone who tried to stay semi-fit and workout (but was never the skinny girl, even in high school when I was a cheerleader), however the past few years I had gained quite a bit of weight from lack of activity and I had gone back to school. Which meant a lot of stress eating which included fast food of course. It all added up fast. (I did this in college too)
A few weeks later, someone emailed me the some pics from the race. I always loved pictures and I never minded being a little heavy - I really was sort've "fat and happy" if you will. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't literally happy about being overweight - I just didn't really care that much. It didn't bother me, or maybe I just didn't notice it as much.
Then I saw this picture of me:
I was startled. The thing is, it wasn't so much my size. I know I wasn't that overweight. But something in my brain just snapped. (kind've like that chicken leg I was munching on) I started thinking about how out of shape I was, the crap food I was consuming all the time and just how unhealthy I was overall. I had just recently started having heart palvitations as well. I was a stinkin mess.
I joined Weight Watchers the first of February 2006 and proceeded to lose about 25 pounds that first year. The next 5-6 pounds I lost the folliwng year but still struggle with those recently. I hit 30 pounds earlier this year. I'm still working on it and I hope to lose another 10 pounds by September. My goal is to lose a total of 65 pounds.
The good news and main difference is that I eat much healthier these days and I try to work out as much as possible. I still struggle, and unfortunately a new side effect of losing weight has surfaced. I obsess about my body entirely too much. I'm much more critical than EVER before. Instead of patting myself on the back for losing 30 pounds, I obsess over the next 30 pounds I want to lose. I'm working on that though. It's a work in progress like everything else :)
I try to remind myself that I can run circles around girls half my age at the gym these days. I'm strong...I'm healthy....and my thighs are STILL big.
This is disturbing. His name on you tube is Dannyhott. Several things come to mine.
A) Where is this kid's parents B) With that screen name and singing this song, he is a pedafile's dream C) Where is this kid's parents?!?!?! D) Why does an 11 year old have a webcam??? E) Where is his parents and why do they allow him to call himself Dannyhott????
Ok, check it out and let me know what ya'll think...