Sunday, September 11, 2011

One Day

Today is the ten year anniversary of the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001.  I remember sitting in Mrs. Shelton's American History class watching the World Trade Center attacks play out live on television, ironically ignorant that American history was actually being made.
For about the past week, I have been glued to various television specials and news interviews highlighting the heros, families and survivors affected by that day.  I am gripped by their stories, and I am always eager to learn more.
Having been to Ground Zero twice since the attacks, I can perfectly visualize the geography.  I have sat on a pew in Trinity Church; I have seen the mangled sphere in Battery Park; I have stared into the gaping hole left where those two towers once stood.  The power of that place brought me to tears, and these wonderful tributes have done so, as well.
At that time in my life, I didn't know anyone in New York, had never visited the city.  It still gripped me somewhere deep inside, though, and hasn't ever quite let go.  May we never forget the way we felt that day, the way America came together and the way we treasured each moment together.













God Bless America.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

This Song

Let's talk about Blake Shelton's Honey Bee.  Am I the only girl who is in love with this song?  The incorrect grammar doesn't even bother me, and we all know I'm nothing if not grammatically correct.  If some boy threw a few lines of this chorus my way, I'm fairly positive I'd swoon right there on the spot.

Girl, I been thinkin' 'bout us
I know I ain't good at this stuff
These feelings pilin' up won't give me no rest
This might come out a little crazy
A little sideways, yeah maybe
I don't know how long it'll take but I'll do my best

If you'll be my soft and sweet
I'll be your strong and steady
You'll be my glass of wine
I'll be your shot of whiskey
You'll be my sunny day
I'll be your shade tree
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee

Yeah, that came out a little country
But every word was right on the money
And I got you smilin' honey right back at me
Now hold on 'cause I ain't done
There's more where that came from
Well you know I'm just havin' fun, but seriously

If you'll be my Louisiana
I'll be your Mississippi
You'll be my little Loretta
I'll be your Conway Twitty
You'll be my sugar baby
I'll be your sweet iced tea
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee

Your kiss just said it all
I'm glad we had this talk
Nothing left to do but fall in each other's arms
I coulda said I love you
Coulda wrote you a line or two
Baby, all I know to do is speak right from the heart

If you'll be my soft and sweet
I'll be your strong and steady
You'll be my glass of wine
I'll be your shot of whiskey
You'll be my sunny day
I'll be your shade tree
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee

If you'll be my Louisiana
I'll be your Mississippi
You'll be my little Loretta
I'll be your Conway Twitty
You'll be my sugar baby
I'll be your sweet iced tea
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee

I'll be your honey beeeeeeeeee

Oh, and if said boy was dressed like this (take special note of the Ray Bans, of course) while he sang it, well, that'd be it for me.


Happy Thursday, honey bees.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Fun in a Clothes Basket

So, over the weekend, my mom asked me to help her clean out her old closet.  Two summers ago, we added a new bedroom onto our house, and my mom moved into that room.  She moved most of her clothes into the new closet, but there were some left that still needed to be moved to the new room or given away to the Salvation Army. 
I must admit, I wasn't particularly psyched to help with this project (since it mostly involved me hauling the clothes out of the closet, down the stairs, and into the new closet or the car).  I suppose I was to be the muscle of this operation, which means, in short, we were behind before we even started.
Anyway...
In the course of the cleaning out, I did get a few laughs from some of the clothes we came upon, and I just had to try on (and take a picture, of course!) some of the most hideous.  I would love nothing better than to share these disasters with you now.
(Note:  My mother's wardrobe is not terrible.  Please don't hold these singularly heinous pieces against her, as she usually dresses just fine.  We've all bought and worn things we later regret, right?  And,if we're lucky, they end up on the internet somewhere.  I just didn't want my mother to miss out on that experience.)
The first ensemble I discovered is this greenish monstrosity, complete with Chicago Bears linebacker-worthy shoulder pads and grossly tapered knit pants.  Yuck.  This little beauty of an outfit actually still had the receipt in the pocket of the jacket, and we were horrified/relieved to discover it was bought in October of 1990(!!).


Althought this next item is not so much an outfit and more of a terrible excuse for sleep/loungewear, I just had to feature it, as well.  Housecoats, if you ask me, are never a good idea.  I think the picture speaks for itself, yes?


My mother wore this black-and-blue pair in Disney World in 1995.  Even though I've seen it in pictures, seeing it in person was a little unsettling, I must admit.  And, yes, if you think you're seeing black-and-blue checks on those pants, you're correct.  You're eyes are not, in fact, playing tricks on you; it's just that bad.


This next piece is just sad.  This vest is not some leftover article from a costume or a cute little joke.  It's a flowered denim vest that my mother loved.  I had to get it out of the house quickly, honestly, in fear that she would paw through the bags and stash it in the back of her closet.


Finally, the piece de resistance, if you will.  This little number was an outfit my mother defended all the way out the door, saying she had worn it to really nice events and recounting compliments she got on it more than twenty years ago.  That's just it, Mom.  More. Than. Twenty. Years. Ago.  Today, it's just ugly.  And funny.  People say there's no such thing as "too much of a good thing."  I say when that 'good thing' is neck-to-ankle floral print, there most certainly is.


Aren't parents always good for a laugh??

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The State of Us

So, almost three weeks ago now (how did 3 weeks pass already??) I graduated from Mississippi State for the second time.  This time I've been deemed a Master, but, I must admit, I don't really feel like a master of anything!  Sometimes it just seems that I know a little bit about a lot of different stuff, when isn't it supposed to be the other way around??
I was more emotional about graduation than I expected to be.  Honestly, I was more emotional throughout the process of graduate school than I ever imagined I would be.  As many of you have read/heard me say before, it was a bit of a three-year rollercoaster ride, filled with such highs and lows as, say, gaining a whopping 60 pounds and, to date, losing 20 of that; helping my mom through 2 knee replacements; moving out of my mom's house only to move back in two years later; making the best grades I've ever made; making great friends in my program, unlike my undergraduate degree where I flew solo throughout much of my schoolwork; and, finally, working toward an actual profession:  school counselor (as opposed to an English major trying (often unsuccessfully) to rationalize how I fit into a certain role).
Although I remain wholly baffled by the oddity of the costume outfit uniform costume graduates are required to wear, here's a few pictures from graduation.  I mean, seriously, why is it necessary to wear such a ridiculous get-up for such a meaningful and heavily-photographed day?  And that hat?  Don't get me started.






In the three weeks since graduation, I've thought a lot about my time at Mississippi State and in Starkville and all that it means to me.  Yesterday I went to campus to have some final paperwork signed, and, when I realized it was very likely my last piece of business as a Mississippi State student, I was really overcome with how much the university has meant to me over the past eight years.  So, in my usual way, I've made a list of all the things I love most about Mississippi State and Starkville.
Here we go....
101 Things to Love about Mississippi State University and Starkville
1.  Roadrunner tours
2.  Having class in Lee Hall with the windows up
3.  The Reveille
4.  The view from the top of the stadium
5.  The night route
6.  Dancing with the band at Mugshots
7.  The Reflector
8.  Listening to the chimes at the Chapel of Memories
9.  Cowbells
10.  Taking a walk on campus
11.  Maroon bikes
12.  Concerts at the amphitheater
13.  Finding the perfect study nook at Mitchell Memorial Library
14.  Bumping into your favorite professor at dinner or the bar
15.  Reformed University Fellowship in Dorman Auditorium
16.  The view from the M-Club
17.  Basketball at the Hump
18.  The smell of University Florist
19.  University Drive
20.  Celebrating in the Junction after a home game win
21.  "Energy bars" at City Bagel Cafe
22.  Maroon Fridays
23.  Daffodils blooming on campus in the spring
24.  Drinking beer waiting to set up tailgates
25.  Left Field Lounge
26.  Buying McCarty pottery at University Florist
27.  The Presiden't house
28.  Being the only person walking across the Drill Field on a gorgeous afternoon
29.  Watching the sunset on the Drill Field
30.  Old Venice Pizza Company after a football game
31.  Reading on the Drill Field
32.  Sunday lunch at Perry Cafeteria
33.  Easter Egg Hunt at the President's house
34.  The very beginning of a home football game
35.  The winery
36.  Watching the seasons change on campus
37.  Tailgating in the Junction
38.  Bulldog Bash
39.  Super Bulldog Weekend
40.  Sorority row at Christmas
41.  Shipley's donut holes
42.  The Drill Field
43.  Studying at Barnes & Noble
44.  The stories and legends of the university's history
45.  The maroon and white game
46.  Mississippi State birthday party
47.  "The only prescription is more cowbell."
48.  Game day polos
49.  Finals week at Mitchell Memorial Library
50.  The Drill
51.  Hail State
52.  Crawfish at the fraternity houses on Super Bulldog Weekend
53.  The Dawg Pound Rock
54.  Drinking wine in the afternoon at Bin 612
55.  Sorority row
56.  Going to a play in McComas
57.  Playing the piano at the Chapel of Memories
58.  Senior Celebration
59.  Who Let the Dogs Out?
60.  Going to the movies on a Friday afternoon
61.  The rose garden
62.  Seeing a concert in Lee Hall
63.  Sitting on my back porch and listening to bands playing in the Cotton District
64.  "You guys ready to let the dogs out?"
65.  The Jumbotron
66.  Cotton District Arts Festival
67.  State Fountain Bakery
68.  Spending the afternoon reading/studying at City Bagel Cafe
69.  The Cotton District
70.  Boys Bid Day
71.  The Egg Bowl
72.  The balcony at Mugshots
73.  Starbucks in the Union
74.  Brown bag pasta dinners at City Bagel Cafe
75.  Pancake breakfasts on sorority row
76.  MSU Choir Christmas concert
77.  Walking to campus on a home football Saturday
78.  Brunch at Restaurant Tyler
79.  Alumni Delegate maroon blazers
80.  Sushi at Umi
81.  Running to the sorority house on Bid Day
82.  Maroon Alerts
83.  Homecoming Parade
84.  City Bagel Cafe
85.  True Maroon
86.  Finding the perfect gift at Aspen Bay
87.  Rounding up maroon clothing from all over creation
88.  Seeing Dan Mullen running on campus
89.  The State spell-out
90.  The Dawg Walk
91.  Famous Maroon Band
92.  The Christmas tree in the library
93.  Game day stickers
94.  "From Dixon with love"
95.  The real bulldogs
96.  Maroon and white
97.  Mississippi State choir
98.  The Christmas tree in the Junction
99.  Blue plate specials at The Veranda
100.  Football at Davis Wade Stadium
101.  Bully
Man, I love Mississippi State so much. 
In other news, I'm hoping my favorite favorite American Idol contestant makes it into the finals tomorrow night... Come on, Scotty!!
Also, I'm off to Tuscumbia, AL, tomorrow to celebrate the nuptials of these two crazy kids:


I'm pumped to some of my most favorite people in the entire world (one of whom I haven't seen in a year-and-a-half), and I know it's going to be a great time.  I'm sure we won't tell any embarrassing stories on each other, take a single picture, or laugh so hard we disturb other restaurant patrons/hotel guests/general bystanders.
Yeah... right.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Keeping the Faith

As I'm sure almost everyone on the planet knows by now, massive tornadoes and storms ripped through the southeast yesterday.  My hometown of Columbus was blessed enough to have been spared any real damage this time, but the same cannot be said for large parts of Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia.  The death toll now stands at close to two hundred and is expected to continue to rise; entire towns have been, for the most part, leveled; people have lost everything they own.
Perhaps suffering the most devastating or widespread damage is Tuscaloosa, Alabama, a city barely sixty miles from Columbus.  I have gone shopping in Tuscaloosa for my whole life.  I have friends who attend the University of Alabama.  I have even submitted several applications for job openings in Tuscaloosa schools.  This was (and, I believe, will be again) a wonderful city.  Looking at the images and video today, though, I can't stop the tears from coming.

This is a before and after picture of a side street that intersects Fifteenth street in Tuscaloosa just before you arrive at the intersection of McFarland and Fifteenth, which is said to be one of the hardest hit areas of Tuscaloosa.  It sounds cliche, but you would never know you were looking at the same place.


From what I can tell, this looks to be the back/side of Midtown Village, but I honestly cannot be sure.


This is what the Krispy Kreme on McFarland looked like yesterday morning...


This is what is looks like this morning.


Directly across McFarland Boulevard from that Krispy Kreme stood a shopping center with a Hobby Lobby, Big Lots, etc inside.  You can now barely make out the Hobby Lobby letters in this structure's skeleton.  Also, I believe there was a fast food restaurant that stood in front of the shopping center, which now appears to be little more than a mound of cement blocks.


Finally, this image appears to have been taken from the intersection of Fifteenth and McFarland, looking toward Northport.  DCH Hospital is on the left, and that Krispy Kreme I showed above would have stood in the foreground of this picture.  For some reason, this image hits me extra hard.


My love and my prayers go out to all of those throughout the southeast who are trying to begin to pick up the pieces this morning.  I've survived a severe storm myself, but, although my house, car, and surrounding property suffered substantial damage, I can't begin to imagine what it must feel like to face devastation of this magnitude.  Where do you start?  How do you move from pile of debris to pile of debris, encountering memories and keepsakes and pieces of your life torn to shreds in every mound?  Where do you find the strength to attack that kind of undertaking?
I know for myself, with the trials my life has endured, I would be nothing without my faith.  All day yesterday when the threats of bad weather hung overhead and when, as the day turned to night, reports of the massive devastation began to be seen and heard, I could only take comfort in the fact that God, and our faith in Him, is a fortress that nothing, nothing can destroy.  Thinking about that and listening to this wonderful old hymn, gave me a little comfort.

A might fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And armed with cruel hate,
On Earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strengths confide,
Our striving would be losing,
Were not the right man on our side,
The man of God's own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.
The Prince of Darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we an endure,
For lo, His doom is sure;
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The spirit and the gifts are ours,
Thru Him who with us sideth.
Let good and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill;
God's truth abideth still;
His kingdom is forever.

I continue to pray for strength for those effected by this sometimes difficult to accept and almost impossible to understand display of God's power.  I pray for peace for those who are still missing loved ones, and I pray for determination for those who must begin today to rebuild their lives.  For all of us, I pray for faith.  Unending, unwavering, unconditional faith. 

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Hey Good Lookin'

Happy 200th post to... well... me, I guess.  But thanks to you for coming along for the ride!  How fitting that the 200th post of this humble blog would be in tribute to a people who drive me crazy but I can't help but love, make me laugh and make me cry, baffle my mind and keep me hoping for something wonderful... that's right, MEN!!!
Last night I shared with you some of my picks for Most Beautiful, and tonight I'm focusing on the boys.  Settle in, because this is the fun part!

Eddie Cibrian



Shemar Moore



George Clooney



Zac Efron



Mario Lopez



Paul Walker



Matthew McConaughey



Leonardo DiCaprio



Ryan Reynolds



Bradley Cooper



Patrick Dempsey



Matt Damon



Denzel Washington



Jesse Metcalfe



Gene Kelly



Brad Pitt



Robert Redford



Cary Grant



Doug Pickett



That is some mighty fine eye candy, if you ask me.  Yummy.  Who's the hunk you can't believe I left out?