Wednesday, August 31, 2005


Today's post will be quite random. Consider yourself warned, my friends.

Today, I question the fashion of our society. Namely, OSU campus. What are people thinking?? I mean for real people!! First off, I will address the issue of John Deere. I understand the fact that majority of our school is involved in some form of agriculture, but must everyone wear it? I overheard a girl in class refer to it as "white boy Fubu". You know when it has reached this point, we should unite and say NO MORE to the Fubu wannabe. Prime example: In American History today, I sat behind a young gentlemen who was wearing a bright yellow "do rag" (I have no idea how to really spell that.) with a huge John Deere cap tilted to the side. You think this is bad...add that the boy is black, that he is wearing a complete matching outfit and now add that his John Deere a rally cap. That's right, the tags remain intact. I'm not sure if this is a statement of product support, a gang sign, an 'oops, I forgot to take off the tag' or if it's a mere, 'YO Fellas!! I got this here hat fo fo ninenine at da Atwoods!' Either way...give me a break.

My next shout out is to the lads who wear the fish hook on the bill of their baseball caps. I know that Larry the Cableguy does it, but must you? Not to mention, I think the lads sporting this fashion emblem have never been fishing before. First sign: The fish hook is brand new. Second sign: You're wearing it on your Abercrombie & Fitch hat. Dumb with a capital DU!

Next stop, Hoesville. I have learned a new, funtastical saying. TRAMP STAMP! This is the new cool way to tell your friends they're retarded for getting a butterfly, tribal scribble or chinese 'what's that say?' on their butt crack. You know that fabulous little area that all the local sorostitues feel necessary to display in class when they 'oops, I dropped my pencil'. Come on ya'll, you know the spot. The spot right above the ass crack and thong string they're showin' ya!! Eeww....

Now, we have arrived at this posts namesake...Flamingorgeous. I just thought this was down right hilarious!! Caitlin and I have started doing robotic exercise. (Come on, mini wave for us!) While laying on what I refer to as, the jiggle table, I see two signs that just made me giggle. On the jiggle. Yup, gigglin' while I'm jigglin'. Okay, sorry. So anywho, the first sign says, "Enjoy the fruits of your labor. Try Robotic Excercise!" In the words of my jiggle buddy CaitMarie, "What fruits!? What labor?! I don't think I wanna do this anymore." haha!! Next sign tells me that this summer I should be FLAMINGORGEOUS! The person who wrote this thought they were SOOOO clever what with putting Flamingos, under a sun. Get it? Flaming? Gorgeous? Flamingos?? Oh never mind. Go see it for yourself. It'll make you jiggle, I mean giggle. ;)

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Playing Mommy

I am staying at my friend Lynette's house while she and her partner Steph (MOZART!) are in Vienna! I'm not really a babysitter as the kids are all old enough to fend for themselves, I am merely a 'watcher' if you will. I will call myself...THE ENFORCER. (pronounced Enfowrsa) I basically make sure that all sibling rivalry ends in as little blood shed as humanly possible and that the house doesn't burn down. So far, so good.

I have known these kids for over a year now as I have worked with their mom for that amount of time. I have always liked her kids, but now that I have gotten to 'know' them, I love them!! Lauren is the oldest and could possible rival Edwin as the smartest person I know. She's 16. She speaks French, reads books I have never even heard of, has been to Paris and can tell me about all the historic things she has seen and wants to go into politics. Politics, people. I'm lucky if I know who is running for president. She is down right amazing. SO SMART! Heather is the middle child. She is 15 and is an AMAZING artist! I'm not kidding!! In maybe 30 minutes she sketched my portrait and kids...IT LOOKS LIKE ME! haha!! While she was drawing, she looked up and said that you never really see the true beauty of a person until you draw them. This girl is wise beyond her years. She showed me paintings, sketches, scupltures and computer imagary that she has down and I am in complete awe. On top of that, she writes. Good grief. Nathan is the youngest. He's my little buddy at 13 years of age. He is into great music, skating and his current endeavor, football. I could sit and talk to this kid for hours because he just has such an appreciation for life. You could talk to him about just about anything and he would always have something fascinating to add. Last night, his football team lost and he was pretty disappointed, but none the less, we had a great time. Heather and I worked on homework for awhile....BECAUSE WE'RE DOING THE SAME THING!! We're both in Algebra...scary. I like being here with them as they make me feel as if I'm needed. Such an ego boost!! I hope their mom is having fun and that she returns soon cause I miss her, but I hope to get to spend more time with these little monsters.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Love Story

Today, I had the chance to see my friend Kristen, but unfortunately had to work. I felt very sad knowing that this couple hours of work was going to keep me from seeing my friend. I, with every fiber of my being, wanted to call in sick. I felt like there was no real reason I was necessarily needed that day, but I knew the responsible, mature thing to do, was go to work. I'm always thinking of the responsible thing. So I sat at my desk this morning, fielding phone calls from clients and organizing paper work, fully hating the fact that I was there. Then in walks this sweet, generous lady from Liverpool, England who always finds a way to make me smile. Mrs. M is one of those women who would do anything for anyone and has a heart the size of Texas when it comes to people and animals. She lost her husband of over 50 years not too long ago, and then the death of her beloved feline followed shortly after. She put her own health and well being on hold in order to give the best care possible to both of her loves. She has children strewn across the country and had little help in caring for either. We haven't seen Mrs. M around our office lately as she lives in a town outside of Stillwater and doesn't have much need to come in as often. So seeing her walk through my doors was a ray of sunshine that I needed this morning. She brought in a homeless cat in order for us to find it a great home. That is so like her. Then she sat me down and said, "Sweetie. I need to tell you a love story. I think you need to hear my story." (How did she know?!) We took a seat in the waiting room and she patted my knee as she began to speak. Her frail voice wavered as she searched for the words. She proceeded to tell me of her first, and deepest love. A man named Hans that she met in England when she was young. It was during WWII when she met him and they fell instantly in love. He bought her a bright gold watch and told her how much he cared for her. She loved him as well, but found it very hard to express it, as she did not want to be a widow. She watched as homes and businesses throughout town were bombed and destroyed. She heard of family and friends going missing...never to return. Hans left for his ship and she didn't hear from him for 9 months. She told me, "I didn't let no grass grow under these feet, Love, I kept right on dating." She later came to find out that he had been a prisoner of war and that he had spent all those months thinking of nothing but her, home. Months passed and she was leaving her home to visit her sister. As she was walking out the door, she spotted Hans. He was standing on her driveway. He had traveled a great distance to see her again and then took the trip with her to the train where they boarded and headed for her sisters. They then took a ferry ride for the last leg of the trip. She knew he would propose once they reached their destination. She knew he had a ring. She knew her family would be pleased. She knew how much this man adored her. But still, she turned to him and said, "I don't want to be with you anymore." She turned to walk away, only pausing to glance in his direction one last time. He stood crumpled, defeated, crying. She told me that to this day she does not know why she walked away, only that she didn't know then either. Her family was devistated once they heard the news of her decision. She moved to the US, married and had children. She lived in a small town in Oklahoma and led a happy life, but never, not even for a day, forgot about Hans. She told her girls of her lost love and they now encourage her to find him. She has booked a flight to Liverpool and has many, many individuals on the search for any clue as to where he may be. Last word was that he waited until he was in his 40's to marry. Mrs. M looked at me then and said, "Liz. I know he loved me. I have always known it. It took me this long, 60 plus years to realize that I have always loved him too. It was just buried deep down inside me." Rumor has it that he is married with children. Mrs. M told me that if he is still married, she will love his wife, his children and his grandchildren because they are a part of him. She said that she wants to meet them and keep in touch with them all, as they are a part of the man she has loved all these years. She looked at me and said, "I want him. But if he is married, I will love each and everyone of them." She then told me that she appreciated me listening to her story, that she thought I needed to hear it. Whether she knew that I too have a heart that yearns for something I can not see or whether she felt that every young woman needs to know that true love exists, I'll never know. What I do know, is that I hope upon all hope that she finds this love and that it surpasses anything she has ever hoped for. And I hope it finds her in return. One day, I will have a story like this to tell of my own, but until then, I shall dream.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Ventmyassoff Thursday

Hello Blogosphere...I write thee today, on what I proclaim Ventmyassoff Thursday. Here, I shall offer you the crude details of the people who annoy me.

To you, annoying people who incesantly call me with your mundane and idiotic questions and pointless stories. You, who wake up, roll over to your spouse (or spouse shaped pillow mound, you know, whatever) and say, "Today, I believe I will call Liz and annoy the living shit out of her. AND, I believe I will do it while she's PMSing and hasn't had a sufficient amount of either caffeine OR chocolate. Genious!" To you, I ask that you bite your tongue today and refrain from attempting to make my few remaining brain cells, explode.

To you, OSU students who insist on wearing your OU attire. If you are in fact an OU fan, fine, but when you are wearing it and strutting throught the Student Union merely to draw attention to your badass, rebel, OU-loving-self, then please...Go...Home. Your village called, they're missing their idiot.

To you, drivers of the road, must you go 2 miles per hour by the fender bender? We all know you're not trying to be cautious and avoid hitting the multitude of pedestrians that...aren't...there. We all know you're gawking. You, sick fiend, are hoping to see some blood...gore...or tears. It was a fender bender between a Pinto and an Escort. The only gore you will see is the unfortunate mix of the teal and magenta paint choices that, I can assure you, were immediately regretable. Keep...driving.

For now, that is all the venting I have. I'm sure there will be more as I STILL have not ingested an adequate amount of caffeine OR chocolate. Pray for me.

Monday, August 22, 2005


This weekend was a lot of fun! I went to OKC with Kristen, Brent and Reagan to make a trip to Frontier City. Unfortunately, the trip was cut short due to Reagan having an allergic reaction to the sun. POOR BABY!! I don't think it phased her a bit tho, she was still as happy as ever. I stayed in El Reno instead of driving home because the weather turned bad. What is it with me and driving to the city? I mean for real...everytime I have EVER driven back from El Reno, it has rained on me. Oh well, rain is supposed to be good luck right? And in all honesty, the drives do me good. I get some of my best thinking done coming home from their house. You guys wouldn't have believed the sky either. The flat plains of Oklahoma were a God send that night as they allowed for free, widescreen, panoramic viewage of the weather that is, Oklahoma. I could literally see the sheets of rain pouring down from storm clouds of steel gray. The were immediately backed by big, puffy white clouds in the most unreal contrast. Poking through would be bright blue sky. The eery lighting made the fields a more brilliant green than one could imagine. Deep valleys of forest green with rolling hills of sage. Amazing. I kept thinking, 'If only my camera were here!' Now, it is. And then next time I drive back from El Reno, it will be at the ready.

While there, Kristen, the dear friend that she is, felt it necessary to plant seeds of thought into my wee little brain. Do you know what I mean? When a person plants and idea in there that you never would have thought of on your own and now you can't help but think about it ALL THE DADGUM TIME and wonder 'what if?'. Thanks Kristen. I won't go into any more detail than that as people read this who may not really need to know all the details. ;)

I got home Sunday evening and went walking with the fam. It was unbelievably muggy and I felt like my skin was melting off. Matt and I played a quick game of tether ball (which he beat the pants off me at!) and then while he and Edwin played, Caitlin and I got in a much missed tidbit of girl chat. I filled her in on the seed Kristen had planted and she gave me her much desired input. Girlfriends are marvelous things. We got home and took turns showering so that we didn't knock people over with our pungent BO. Oklahoma humidity will do that to a person. We (forcing Matt) all sat down to watch The Sword in the Stone. As a child, Edwin was severely and perhaps mildly abusively in my opinion, not exposed to the Wonderful World that is Disney animation. There are so many he hasn't seen!! My endeavor for the year is to get him to watch at least all the ones I currently own, if not more. Matt on the other hand, I feel is a lost cause. He hates cartoons! haha!! Not long after the movie started, Matt and I were out. Nap time!

Now, back to the present. Today is Monday and marks the first day of the Fall semester at OSU. It was a loooong day for me, but that's okay. I needed to get started again. I was getting too comfortable in my routine. I worked until about 12:30 and then went to Algebra, immediately followed by American Hx. Blech. I went home to find that my camera had arrived!! YAY! I played with it until I had to leave for class again. I had Macroeconomics at 6:30. It was supposed to last until 9:30 but my teacher was kind and let us leave at 8. Thank God. I came home, plopped on the couch and didn't move until everyone else had come home. I finally got up to go to bed when I decided I needed to blog. It has been to long, and this is basically therapy for me. Release. I love it. I hope that this day has been an eventful one for all. Thank God for the rain!! Wasn't it marvelous!? So sucky, huh Cait?

Goodnight all!

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Mozart Lives!

Here are the photos from last nights party with the cast and crew of Mozart Lives! For more info regarding this film, visit my friend Steph's blog at The Incurable Insomniac. The party was definately entertaining! Wine was flowing, laughs were had...great fun!

Director Larry Weinstein and "Mozart" Steph Waller Posted by Picasa

Heather Posted by Picasa

Party Goers Posted by Picasa

Film Crew Posted by Picasa

Film Crew Posted by Picasa

Larry and Steph Posted by Picasa

Shana Posted by Picasa

Camera Man Posted by Picasa

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Heather and Steph with Pirate Jenny Posted by Picasa

Ville and Jacey Posted by Picasa

Liz and Shana Posted by Picasa

Jacey and LIz Posted by Picasa

Shana and Jacey Posted by Picasa

Lauren Posted by Picasa

Film Crew Posted by Picasa

Party Goers Posted by Picasa

Nathan Posted by Picasa

Jacey and Pirate Jenny Posted by Picasa

Shana Posted by Picasa

Ville and Beau Posted by Picasa

Heather and Shana Posted by Picasa

Nathan and Heather Posted by Picasa

Nathan Posted by Picasa

Jacey, Dr. Scott and Pirate Jenny Posted by Picasa