Sunday, July 30, 2006

The Uber-Trip Continues!

Well, we finally made it to New Mexico, and all in one piece. Along the way, we saw a multitude of entertaining roadsigns.

My favorites:

In Nowheresville, TN, a political yard sign asking folks to vote for Mr. Suchandsuch for the City Council because he's a "real nice guy." (or some words to that effect)

In Oklahoma City, a billboard for a local farmer's market... with a woman holding two rather large watermelons in front of her person, and a caption that read, "Hey! Nice Melons!"
Wow.

And of course, our hometown billboard: "Welcome to Portales! A town of 12,000 Friendly People... and 3 or 4 Old Grouches."
It's good to be home.

We've also seen some good bumper stickers. The one that takes the cake:

in large letters: "RUN, HILARY, RUN!"
in small letters: "Democrats, stick on back bumper. Republicans, stick on the front."

Who says politics has to be boring?

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Wearing Pink

I've never really liked the color pink. As a child, I did go through a purple phase, but eventually settled on blue & yellow. Foreshadowing of my eventual Yellow Jacket allegiance.

But I've never liked red (To Hell With Georgia!) and never, ever liked pink. I'm a tomboy, and pink is girly. Pink is wimpy. Pink is... my favorite crayon... pink when I turn out the lights... pink is... like red but not quite...

So imagine my surprise tonight to find myself wearing pink, proudly, sitting in a room full of girls and actually enjoying myself.

Tonight two friends had a Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation fundraiser: a "Boob-be-que." It was a hoot! Shish-ka-boobs and pink lemonade and a "bra & panty" cake done up in pink frosting. A very funny way to raise money and awareness for a very heartbreaking subject. I bawled like a baby when we watched a video about the 3-Day Walk. One of the women on the video said she was walking in memory of her mother, and I just lost it. But Mom is doing well, and only has 2 chemo sessions left. Praise God!

After the Boob-be-que, I zoomed across town to a bridal shower. My automatic reflex is to say, "ugh." I don't do well in large groups of women, and if there's a baby or an upcoming wedding, forget it. But I'm getting over that, and tonight was sweet. The guest of honor is fun, quirky, very feminine, but also very down-to-earth. I was reflecting as headed home from all this estrogen madness about how I had fun in spite of myself. At both events, I was surrounded by women that I respect and admire. Women who teach, who are going to graduate school & medical school, who are mothers and wives, who work in engineering, who work at home, who are clever and witty, who are loyal and fun. They all have such unique qualities.

I've learned to wear pink because of my sister-in-law. She has taught me so much about listening to others, about caring for others. Seeing her helps to remind me that being quiet doesn't mean being weak. When I think of pink now, I think fondly of the many wonderful women in my life. I think of our friends that are walking the 3-Day this October. Both nurses, who can tell gory stories with the best of 'em at the dinner table. Both beautiful women who love babies, who love girly movies, who love to sing and dance and live boisterous, joyful lives. I think of my South'n belle friends. Strong, stubborn, loyal creatures who won't quit and love art and music and babies as much as they love college football and camping. Pink makes me think of their heritage and their determination. Steel Magnolias, indeed.

So, I wear pink now. How odd. I feel like I'm finally figuring out how to be the woman God designed me to be, and it's not how I ever thought it would look. Who could ever have imagined me wearing pink or loving football? I love GT football, and one of the people that has taught me the most about being a Tech fan is a woman. I admire her very much because of her passion. She is passionate not only about tomboy-ish things, but also about her children, her husband, her home. She is passionate about Jesus. She is passionate about supporting the fight against breast cancer, having walked the 3-Day a couple of years back. How amazing it has been for me to see her example.

It was so great tonight to see a friend that I haven't seen since the birth of her charming little boy. I looked at the new mother, proud and beautiful... and tired. She's a tiny thing, and yet I'm amazed at her stature. She's teaching college courses and taking care of a new baby. Wow. I also was blessed by seeing some other friends tonight that I haven't seen in quite awhile. Mothers, nurses, engineers, businesswomen. Poets, artists, skilled pianists. Women who like "chick flicks" and women who like action movies. Some quiet, some loud, all characters. What an amazing, diverse, multiracial sisterhood I am a part of! What friends God has gifted me with. I think I understand a little better about the appeal of sororities now.

So, although most of my wardrobe remains blue, yellow, and old gold & white, I'd have to say that in some ways, pink is my favorite color.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Eating Books

I can't help it. Christy says I eat books and spit out the spine. (Well, heck. Why would you want to eat the spine? Of course I spit it out.)

I stayed up until 6 am the other night snacking on a particularly tasty book. I was so tired the next day (or later that day, I guess), that I really paid for it... but I haven't done that in a long time, and I really enjoyed myself. It was a "Bourne Identity" meets "Raiders of the Lost Ark"/"National Treasure"/Illuminati & Knights Templar conspiracies kind of plot--very suspenseful. Which makes reading it in the wee hours, when the house and neighborhood are eerily quiet, really ideal.

I know Team Redd can empathize with me on this! :) We all have our vices, and reading is definitely one of mine. When I polished off the book, though, I had to ask myself: could I stay awake all night reading the Bible? Would I be that intrigued? It's an interesting question that leads to even more interesting questions, which I will ponder indepth in a later post.

Not only do I like to eat books, I also like to eat hot dogs... although maybe not anymore. After clicking on Gaines' post about the ridiculous 911 call in Oregon (drat. somebody tell me how to figure out the address for a specific post so I can link these things...), I played around on the CNN website and came across a video for a hot dog prank (type it into the CNN search engine; it's worth it!) played by two sisters for over 50 years. Picture two little old ladies in their eighties mailing a mummified hot dog back and forth to each other. Disgusting, but hilarious!

It was a poor segue, but I had to mention the hot dog ladies. I hope I'm that fun when I'm old.

Friday, July 07, 2006

EE-YAR I'm a Pirate!

No, the title has absolutely nothing to do with the post. There's no deep meaning here. It was just in my head.

More entertaining things that I have brought back from my travels... from Madison, WI:

a delphinum plant to replace the oft-mourned cilantro
about 8,000 InterVarsity Press books... each day, there was a free book o' the day--whoo hoo!
flip-flop air fresheners, brownies, root beer, t-shirts, and mugs as souvenirs
bratwurst (soooo yummy)
cheese (also good)

Thank God for expandable luggage and styrofoam coolers.

and from Centennial Olympic Park on the 4th of July:

soggy, soggy clothes

Yup, it rained on us. How rude. It was also depressing to hear them set the fireworks off on the 5th of July. But other than getting soaked, the 4th was good. We had some friends over, and we grilled out. (We grilled hamburgers & hot dogs, not our friends). Those friends included some new folks that I met at my part-time job and just randomly invited over. What a hoot. Their 3rd day in Atlanta, they get invited over to someone's house that they don't know and bond with a bunch of strangers by getting drenched in the rain. (If you wear a GT shirt around me, I'll feel that we have a true connection and I may try to become your friend. Just a warning.) We also pranked one of our friends who is an avid carnivore by telling him that all the dogs and such were tofu. I can tell the caliber of someone by whether or not they are willing to tease a person they just met. Good stuff.

In addition to making new friends, it's been a week down memory lane. On Sunday, we were standing around talking before the service, when in walks someone I haven't seen in 11 years, since he graduated from High School the class before mine. I definitely did a double-take! What are the odds? I know it's dangerous to go to our hometown WalMart, because you're bound to see someone there. But here in Atlanta, I certainly don't expect to bump into folks from New Mexico. Weird.

And then there's MySpace. I expect to see old friends there, but it's still strange to find out they have indeed aged the same amount of years that I have, instead of being in stasis. When did I get old? Don't answer that.

While we're asking questions (I love non-sequitors), here's an interesting article about the evolution of dictionaries. I had no idea that the word "nice" used to be negative... and to think of all the people that I have called nice! It's also interesting to hear that the Scrabble dictionary no longer contains offensive slurs. I applaud that. Although, the quote from the Anti-Defamation League (who the heck is that? I'm afraid to click the link!) was amusing. While there is indeed "no room on the board for prejudice," sometimes all you have is two C's, two R's, an A, a K and an E.

And here's another question: If you addecimate regularly & give traboccantly, are a sacricolist, and aren't paterophobic, does that make up for being an agonyclite? Hmmm... My favorite word in the Phrontistery's collection of lost words was flosculation. The entire site was pretty cool, actually. Although the phrase "International House of Loghorrea" makes me feel a little nauseated.

I love being a nerd.