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Not bad at'all
68-0 with 278 yards passing for our QB Nate, who only played 2.5 quarters before we burned the redshirt on a freshman. I think I can deal with that. (I could've done without that 51-minute lightning delay though.) Of course it was against UTEP, but definitely a much-needed confidence boost for the Sooners going into our bye week.

It was an interesting day out in college football land to say the least. Michigan loses to the Irish. Nebraska gets spanked by Penn State. And USC rolled over Colorado. Glad I didn't have any money on the first two games... All this, and the NFL week hasn't even kicked off. Somebody pinch me! No not there. Here.
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I...love...football on TV
In a couple of hours the Sooners will kick off against UTEP. The only way to get the game out here in Florida is via DirecTV pay-per-view. (As a matter of fact, it's the first time Oklahoma has offered a pay-per-view telecast outside of the state of Oklahoma.) Thankfully we already have DirecTV. So the Sooner Club will be joining us at our house around 7 tonight. I've fought some evil cold/flu all week long, and cleaning has been a real challenge. Thank goodness I woke up with the ability to breathe today! Boomer Sooner!
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Please read this
If you truly believe the U.S. should invade Iraq, please read this -- "A Military Wife's View". We owe it to them, so we know what we're asking first -- even if we still ask it after we've read and understood. We owe them so much more than that, but at least this is a start...
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Icky icky pucktang
Does anyone else have a spouse / S.O. that just can't let go of old bedding? You know...old pillowcases...nice and soft, but yellowed after a coupl'a years of use and abuse? Approximately two years ago, we bought this entire bedding set from Eddie Bauer (comforter, blanket, dust ruffle, shams, and sheet sets in tapestry vine and tapestry stripe).

We have a king-size bed, but use standard size pillows, so I had to buy extra pillow cases for those. I just compared the (still unused) king cases inside of their shams to the ones on our regular pillows and got grossed out. The color difference was way obvious. So since I had a 20% coupon code from Amazing-Bargains.com -- and Eddie Bauer still carries our bedding -- I went ahead and bought new, replacement pillow cases just now.

Well it seems I'm in trouble -- and it's not for spending the money. It's because he knows I'm pitching the old cases when the new ones show up. He had a pillow case when we got married that his mom hadn't been able to get away from him since at least junior high. I won. Even the "old and busted...new hotness" line didn't work this time though. I'm such a bad, bad wife.
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You might be a geek if...
11. Monitor tan.
10. Before heading to the bathroom you inform your friends you're off to download and log out.
9. You become physically ill at the mention of the RIAA, and visibly excited at the mention of object-oriented programming.
8. You have a poster on your wall of the Linux penguin.
7. You're mad because all your friends got goodnight kisses after prom, but your sister just slugged you in the arm and said "Thanks, bro."
6. You think having twice as many computers as there are people in the house is a bare minimum.
5. You feel that living life like the movie "tron" wouldn't be so bad.
4. In your little black book, you list (both) the girls you know in order by IP address.
3. You can type faster than you can speak.
2. When your shrink says "Mother . . . " you say " . . . Board."

And the Number One Sign You're Becoming a Geek...

1. If, by some happy accident, you someday have kids, you want to name them after your favorite fonts.
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Pinch, poke, you owe me a Coke
Todd and I have always had this "knack" for thinking and saying the exact same thing at the exact same time. Sometimes it's cute, and we giggle about how long we've been married. Sometimes it really freaks us out, because we can be miles apart and still share the same thoughts. Like today regarding all of this brouhaha going on down south of here...I had just typed this to my mom:

"Any time something like this happens though, I get terrified about decoys. Like these people may have purposely been stupid to deflect everyone's attention to the wrong place while something else gets ready to go down."

At the same time (with the same exact timestamp) Todd wrote this:

"What I worry about is what if they aren't stupid, this is calculated to draw law enforcement assets away from something like Disney, and they're playing us all for schmo's. I mean, how cheesy is it to have said what they said in a restaraunt! Out loud! It's almost as bad as if they'd screamed 'You'll rue the day!' while twirling their evil mustaches. Something else is fishy here..."

I think I smell a rat, too. I just hope it isn't going after a Mouse...
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The glass is moving - no, I was NOT pushing that time
Leave it to FARK to have me laughing so loud, I just knew I was gonna wake up the better half -- "Failed Board Games". Off to add the Weezie Board to my Amazon wishlist...
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I'd like to tell you about the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know
These are the Daves I know, I know
These are the Daves I know.....



A few blog reads for your "it's finally Friday" slacking off time:
  1. Guess who's back? Back again... Blog Anon! Tell a friend.
  2. Spitting Llamas -- and check out the "Llama Tails" section, too (just not at work for that second link).
  3. On My Mind -- Southern girls rule.
  4. frankie & hoecakes -- Todd is a four-time hoecake champ!
  5. swirly-swirl-swirl -- I love it when I discover local reads.
Is that not enough for you? Sheesh! Well ok, go here next... And if it's still not enough, well then I have to punish you and send you to ILL Mitch's site.
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Hail to the Chief
"There's no doubt in my mind that we should allow the world worst leaders to hold America hostage, to threaten our peace, to threaten our friends and allies with the world's worst weapons."— President George W. Bush, South Bend, Indiana, Sept. 5, 2002

Let's hope that chat with the U.N. went a little more smoothly...
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13 is my lucky number


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And I am a material girl
The ultimate take-that for a woman... While tabloid reports about ex Ben Affleck now suggest that he's sporting a toupee (link from Christine's), rumors are swirling around Gwyneth Paltrow's camp that she's nabbed herself a real-life prince charming. Prince or J-Ho? I believe Cartman said it best. "Revenge is so very, very sweet."
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I'd like to buy the world a Coke and keep it company
I grew up in Oklahoma. If someone asks, "Do you want a Coke?," it's not uncommon to reply, "Yes. I'd like a Dr. Pepper...," right back. When I was in grade school and junior high, we lived in an Air Force base town. New transfer students would always get teased for calling it "pop", but especially so if they dared call it "soda". Now CNN.com has an article on the great Coke-soda-pop divide -- based on the "Pop vs. Soda" page. So what do you call it? (Go here to take the official survey.) I'd like...a Coke, please. That means a Mountain Dew Code Red. K? Thanx.

UPDATE: Kristine, Christine, and Gretchen blogged it, too, btw!
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You want me to put that WHERE?
Uhhhmmm...this pop-up just showed up after visiting a lyrics site, and it was too good not to share. 4restore.com: Restore Foreskin and Enjoy Lovemaking Better.

"Congratulations! You have just taken the first step toward restoring one of the most gifted parts of the body. At 4Restore.com, we are dedicated to addressing important unmet health needs of foreskin restoration, by introducing a medically designed exerciser, ForeSkin Nature Restorer, to naturally restore your foreskin. With ForeSkin Natural Restorer, the remaining skin of the circumcised penis is expanded in order to produce a new foreskin. The tissue generated by the process is your own skin and is almost exactly like the original foreskin. In fact, the appearance of the new foreskin is so much like the original that few would ever know the difference."

Some products just don't need their own website. No, really... I'm already crossing my legs just thinking about it, and I'm a girl.
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Spam spam spam spam
Actual e-mail spam I just received... But the real question is, can it hammer a six-inch spike through a board with its penis? A girl's gotta have her standards.
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It's a conspiracy - like JiFK
So three guesses what the winning numbers were in tonight's New York Lottery? Yep, you got it -- 9-1-1! "The numbers were picked in the standard random fashion using all the same protocols," said lottery spokeswoman Carolyn Hapeman. "It's just the way the numbers came up." For the evening numbers game, the New York Lottery selects from balls numbered zero to nine circulating in a machine at the lottery office. Three levers are pressed, and three balls are randomly brought up into tubes and then displayed. (Read the full article at CNN.com.)   <insert Twilight Zone music here>
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Yesterday, I cried

I came home, went straight to my room,
sat on the edge of my bed,
kicked off my shoes,
unhooked my bra,
and I had myself a good cry.

I'm telling you,
I cried until my nose was running all over
the silk blouse I got on sale.

I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurting so bad
that I could hardly see the pile of
soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

I want you to understand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yesterday, I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy,
or too tired,
or too mad to cry.....

I cried because there really does
come a time when the only thing left
for you to do is cry.....

Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because I hurt.
I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go
except deeper into the pain that
caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there,
the hurt wakes you up.

I cried because it was too late.
I cried because it was time.
I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know
that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

I cried a soulful cry yesterday,
and it felt so good.
It felt so very, very bad.

In the midst of my crying,
I felt my freedom coming,
Because yesterday,
I cried with an agenda.

-- Iyanla Vanzant

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I'll be back on September 12th...

[Back on September 12th - Visit A Small Victory Instead]


"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty." -- John F. Kennedy


Why am I not blogging on 9-11? Please click here for an explanation. If you would like an "I'll be back" image for your own site, visit Zoe's.
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I don't do Windows
Heads up! If you've been under a rock and haven't heard about it lately, there's a huge XP security flaw. "There is a file that can be called in web pages and in html-based emails. By calling this file, a web page can access and delete the contents of any folder(s) they choose. For example, you click on a link and nothing appears to happen. Then your Windows XP help pops up. Next time you restart, maybe your entire windows folder is gone and the computer won't boot. A second (and scarier) example would be a link that is hard-coded into an html email. Just by reading the message you could lose an entire directory."

For more info, and the simple fix, please stop by Kevin's blog.

UPDATE: This is not a hoax -- it's been mentioned on Tech TV!
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Reflection time
Tomorrow a lot of us won't be blogging -- but a lot of us still very much need the sense of "community" and to talk. That's where Michele's blog comes in. "I want to hear different voices. I want to hear your voice. And I want to open up this site to you tommorow, to your thoughts and emotions. I'm handing my September 11 post over to you.....Where were you when it happened? How did you react? What was the rest of your day spent doing? What is your most vivid memory of that day? Of the days that followed?" For more info, please visit her site.
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Snubbed
The St. Pete Times did an article on blogging yesterday, and not a single Bay area blogger I know was mentioned. That just ain't right.
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Is that a hot dog in your pocket, or are you...
So amazingly NOT work-friendly -- "The Puppetry of the Penis". Two men who are experts in the art of genital origami with Flash dick tricks including "the hamburger" and "the Eiffel Tower". And if the website isn't enough for you, you can also catch the cabaret show on world tour. I do believe I've seen just about everything now... And I don't know how I've missed it in the blog-world thus far!
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I NY
I linked this here last year, but thought I should again now: Photos from our 1995 trip to NYC -- images of the World Trade Center.
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I just called to say "I love you"
You know how you always hear "don't forget to tell someone you love them because you may not see them tomorrow"? This is your wake-up call to hug your spouse, call your parents, or e-mail your best friend and let them know how much they mean to you. Because you just never know...
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Monday, Monday, can't trust that day
Wow -- on time! The Monday Mission 2.36.
  1. Where were you and what was happening in your life the moment when you first became aware of what was happening at the World Trade Center in New York City last September 11th? What was the first thing you did when you heard the news? I was at home alone. I was extremely sick that week and had slept over 14 hours because I wasn't reacting well to a new medication.

    I got up about 2 p.m. on the 11th. I let Claire out and went to flip on the TV. There was the image of the two towers -- still standing, but in flames -- with a headline "BREAKING NEWS: Two Planes Hit World Trade Center". I was too groggy to even connect it could be a terrorist event. I rushed to the phone (which we unplug at night when I'm having trouble sleeping) and noticed a half-dozen phone calls on Caller ID. So then my heart really began to stop.

    I called Todd at work, who was very relieved to hear my voice. Before I could even get out "What happened?", in the most somber tone I've ever heard his voice, he told me it had been a very bad day. I said, "I see the World Trade Center on TV...," and he cut me off with, "They're both gone." I argued with him, because I still thought I was watching live TV and said they were still standing. He was trying to explain the other planes at the Pentagon and in Pennsylvania when the "live" footage I was watching showed the first tower collapse. It finally hit me that I wasn't watching live TV -- and getting the news of everything at once made my knees buckle. I hit the floor and couldn't stop crying. Todd tried to give me the recap as best he could and I never wanted to hang up the phone with him. When we finally knew the other one was going to be ok, we ended our conversation so I could check my messages. My mom, grandmother, aunt and sister had all called. So I began calling each of them back to check on everyone.

    To this day Todd and I still can't decide which way was worse to learn of the events -- to be at work, but with people around you, not knowing what was happening, hearing all the true and false reports, and wondering if it was ever going to end -- or being by yourself totally alone and having to digest and process all of it at once the split-second you woke up.

  2. When those truly responsible for the attack are apprehended, what do you think would be the most fitting form of justice? There is NO earthly form of punishment that would be fitting. The worst form of torture I could possibly imagine would be too humane.

  3. This will probably be much like when our parents respond to "Where were you when JFK was shot?"- an event never forgotten by those who were there. But how do you think the history books should present the 9-11 attacks? Should it be included for all future generations? How can we truly convey the shock, the outrage, the emotions and pain of that day to the children of our children? How could you not include it? More people died on our own soil that day than at any other time in our nation's history. I don't believe it's possible to convey the shock, outrage and emotions however. Reading first-hand accounts of Pearl Harbor and hearing my mother's first-hand account of the JFK shooting just do not convey what it was actually like to live through them. You can do your best with stories and photos, but even those of us not in Manhattan that day can't possibly comprehend all that was seen.

  4. No one in that building, in the Pentagon, or on the planes (other than the terrorists) knew that 9-11 would be their last day to be alive. For me, it brought home the reality that I could be gone at anytime, without any warning. Now, I really want each day to have some value. Did the events of 9-11 bring about a change in the way you live your life? To some extent most definitely. I always try to leave Todd a note every day, be it through e-mail or something tucked in his work clothes, letting him know that I love him and how much he means to me. And it breaks my heart to think of the wives who may have been late to work or getting the kids to school and may have missed that last kiss. I don't ever want to miss one again.

  5. Several who loved to fly in planes will not step foot in one anymore. Many parents are more protective of their children. A year later, do you find yourself feeling more secure than back then? Or is it just a matter of time before something else happens? They have all made it quite clear it's just a matter of time before they attack us again, and I fully believe it to be true -- especially if we end up invading Iraq. But we can't live like prisoners. I swore I would never fly again, and still haven't. But we have a trip booked home at the end of the month for my grandmother's 70th birthday. I may have be sedated to get there, but my family is there and we are here -- sometimes you have to face your fears like it or not. It's the choice we made the day we moved to Florida, and then bought a house to settle here. I don't think I'll ever feel more secure, however. The fear will always be in the back of my mind.

  6. The best way for me to honor the those impacted by the attack will be to refrain from any media that day. No papers, no radio and especially no television. Others will light candles, and others will attend special services. What, if anything, will you do to personally reflect on the tragedy? As mentioned earlier, I will not be blogging that day. I also will not have my television or radio on. I refuse to let this become a pre-packaged commercial holiday, no matter how many news agencies make up theme songs and graphics for the event. No matter how many Hallmark cards are sold.

  7. One of the visuals that touched me the most were the walls and walls full of hand made "Missing" posters. What image will you always have in your mind when you recall the events of 9-11? I think the image of the firemen raising the flag over the rubble will always stay with me. The star spangled banner yet waves...
BONUS: Who's gonna come around when you break? Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?
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Oh baby, just you shut your mouth
Spotted over at badh*p: "Is your website on the Chinese ban list?" I'm safe...for now.
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Shiver me timbers!
In case you were not aware, this September 19th is "Talk Like a Pirate Day". And should you need a refresher course, visit "Pirate Speak 101" and "How to Talk Like a Pirate". (Dave Barry column spotted in the Miami Herald, Houston Chronicle, and BayArea.com.)
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I'm a rocket man
Since that whole Russian space deal didn't work out for Lance Bass, apparently rocker Ted Nugent is offering to make it up to him for a mere one million dollars. Nugent said he'll train Bass in bow hunting before taking him on a weeklong bow hunt -- and even throw in a few guitar lessons. Nugent said Bass needs to quit worrying about going into outer space and "embrace and celebrate life by learning how to kill his own food".

Why didn't anyone ever bother to tell me that is how you embrace and celebrate life? All these years I've been doing it wrong...
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9-11
Just a heads-up that my blog will sit empty on Wednesday. I don't feel right about blogging the trivial on a day that is anything but. I don't want to play the "my pain is more than your pain" game that so many in the media and in Washington seem to insist we play. I just want to spend a whole day reflecting on what goes through my mind every time my eye happens to catch a glimpse of this:




I can't bear to look at it sometimes. Yet I can't bear to put it away. As much as it hurts to remember, I won't let myself forget. We received this snowglobe as a Christmas present a few years back from dear friends in New York (now in Texas). Michael was in the Twin Towers on an almost daily basis at one point, but because of their upcoming cross-country move, he had taken a half-day off the morning of September 11th.

When I unwrapped the snowglobe for the first time and wound it up, I burst into tears. It plays "New York, New York". My adopted father's side of the family is all from New York (Wantaugh, Long Island to be exact). My grandfather was a big, jovial Irishman that always reminded me of Tip O'Neal growing up. And he loved "New York, New York". If we were at a country club, a restaurant, or anywhere with a piano when I was a child -- by the end of the night, that song would be played. And at his funeral, that song was his recessional. So the snowglobe had always been a bittersweet reminder of him every time I would see it. And now, it's a bittersweet reminder of so much more we've all lost.

I'm still very thankful that Todd and I chose to visit the World Trade Center rather than the Empire State Building when we visited New York in 1995. The city seemed endless from the observation deck. I can still remember him pressing up against the glass in the viewing area as I stood far, far behind the rail -- terrified of the height. And to think that fear I felt was nothing compared to what went through the minds of those who stood there after me six years later...

So many other bloggers can say it better. So on September 11th, I won't be saying anything at all. All I can really offer to show my respect to this day and those who were lost doesn't come in the form of a Hallmark. It comes with my silence. May the God I believe in with all my heart keep safe and protect us all, and comfort those who will never stop hurting.
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Glory days, well they'll pass you by...
It was the best of times It was the worst of times. My bangs were so tall as to be illegal in 47 states. My clothing choices were what could only be described as questionable at best. But that's what happens when you graduate in '91, and spend the majority of your junior high and high school years in the 80s. At least I listened to Depeche Mode and The Cure before they were "retro".

But now we can make fun of the high school photos of Hollywood stars thanks to Classmates.com (Page 1, Page 2, Page 3). I won't give away who's who -- but let's just say I did not even come close to guessing who the Highland Secondary Comox grad was!
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You're so ugly, you have to Trick or Treat by phone
So if you think all babies are cute, well then you've obviously never seen a baby ant-eater before...
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Your love is better than chocolate
Ok, you want something girly? You got something girly! I have just seen a glimpse of what heaven will be like. At "The Paint Shop" in Beverly Hills, for $75 you can have a footsie white chocolatté pedicure. It comes complete with a Godiva white chocolate liqueur foot bath. I've never been to L.A., but it sounds like a good time to change that! (Tip courtesy of InStyle Magazine.)
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Pa-thetic
Sorry for all the football talk this weekend, but it's the first week of Saturday and Sunday non-stop coverage, and well this is my blog so you'd best get used to it thru January. The Bucs lost to the Saints today in OT. I'm not sure if you saw the game or not, but in my opinion, we deserved to lose. Sure we came back in dramatic fashion at the last minute to tie it up -- but out of 60 minutes of regulation play, I'd guesstimate we only saw maybe 4 minutes of actual offense out of the Bucs. The defense didn't play up to par either. Yet another week of mouthing off to the press and not backing it up on the field. I have to give the new coaching staff credit for not rolling over and playing dead in the fourth quarter -- but that's about the only credit I'll give anyone.

And now my football rant of the week... The biggest football rant I ever have, really. What in the fuck do defenders think they are doing by all those diving body blocks? Nine times out of ten they end up with slip-in-slide action down the field...and oh, say, five yards ahead of them...and still running on their feet...is the person they were trying to bring down. How do coaches not teach players to make -- then stick -- tackles? I would be greasing up pigs to catch and locking those boys in pens with them for some of the crap I've seen over the last two days. (Don't tell PETA, ok?) You don't look like a hero if your diving effort results in grass in your helmet and 10 extra yards for the other team. You look like an dumbass. Period. That's advice from a girl and I'm sticking to it.

Oh well, at least the Cowboys look like idiots in primetime tonight. The day they fired Barry is the day they made me a sworn enemy for life. Too bad Mr. Roy Williams got stuck with them.
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We've got spirit - yes we do!
Here are a couple of pics from Saturday (me with my OU shoes and Claire with her OU collar, us with the Tampa Bay Sooner Club ).
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