I still haven't learned from my mistakes

Friday night:

Saturday night:

Also, this is the reaction my friends would make if they saw me fall down:

I was in Fayetteville (again) for a friend's birthday party and some ultimate frisbee playing. I managed to not play it cool once again in a couple situations I should have, and I also didn't play too well on the field. I'm sure drinking was involved. But whatever, I'm over it. Next time, I'll know better because I've surely learned from my experience.

And, one of the fastest ways to go from zero to rockin' at a party is to turn off the country music being played and throw on some bumpin' dance music. It helps when a hatch back full of the cool kids show up with the right mix of the right tunes and start to dominate the dance floor. One of the fastest ways to get everyone out of your house at four in the morning when you're ready for the party to be over is to start playing country music again.

And finally, if you are throwing a party in the NWA region and it is in need of some sprucing up, let me know. I have a couple numbers I can give you for the party doctors.

Forget McDreamy or McSteamy

Introducing McTheWayHottestDoctorOnGrey'sAnatomy: Justin Chambers

New episode of Grey's tonight!

Sometimes you have to laugh, otherwise you'd just cry

And that's all I'm saying about my past weekend.

Good Packing Boxes?

If you work in a tall building with multiple floors and multiple offices, then you have experienced the odd and uncomfortable elevator culture that comes with working in such a building. Today, I had my weirdest moment yet. "Good packing boxes," the lady said to me as I stepped onto the elevator. I checked to make sure she wasn't on her mobile before replying, "uh huh(?)"

Also, last night, Kick It Boy got out of control.



And so did Kayla.

You wouldn't think it in Oklahoma, but I'm the majority

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20070116/ts_alt_afp/afplifestyleuswomen

Phew, this really takes the pressure off. I hope you read this Grandma.

Slick, Perhaps a Bit Dangerous/Crazy, Happy, Wet, Freezing, Happy, Infuriated, Happy, Asleep, Maybe Sick - In that order

Oklahoma caught a couple waves of an ice storm this weekend. [SLICK] Not rain that froze, nor snow, but ice fell from the sky and glazed over any objects that remained motionless long enough. Some lost power, but Tulsa was lucky enough to escape the full force of the storm and the weather didn't stop me from traipsing around this weekend. (On a side note, it must have been skeezy guys hit on April weekend. Again, Friday night I was complimented by a yucky guy. He told me I was statuesque and insisted on buying me beer until he was kicked out of the bar. Gag.)

I have recently joined an ultimate frisbee league that plays every Sunday in Fayetteville. There are quite a bit of Tulsa players that drive over as well. Except yesterday. That would have only been me. The ice didn't stop me from going to play. [PERHAPS A BIT DANGEROUS/CRAZY] And I am sure glad I went. Our team, which had a very rocky (okay, terrible) start last weekend, won our first game. [HAPPY]

Then, it started raining. [WET] But I found it fun to slosh and slide around in the mud, and I didn't even care that I was mucking up my new cleats (and yes, they are pink). But then, the temperature dropped significantly, and fun turned to miserable, especially since our team has a lot of players, so we spend a lot of time on the sidelines, which was colder than running up and down a field. [FREEZING] But, we won our second game as well! [HAPPY]

I would like to take this moment now to wish that the West Siloam Springs Police Department spontaneously combusts. Talk about a small town that makes all their money off of two things: 1. A casino, and 2. Giving people ridiculous traffic tickets. Last night, West Siloam lost its electricity, and the traffic light in front of the casino was out...along with all the lights...making it pitch black. Normally, if I get pulled over for speeding, or breaking some other traffic law, I don't get angry. I accept that I got busted, and I'll take my punishment like a (wo)man. But out of the blue, as I passed the casino, the five o was right behind me. I had no idea why I was getting pulled over, and was shocked when I found out I had ran a stop sign. Important driving lesson of the day: If a traffic light is out, you should treat it like a stop sign. So, I did break the law. What p*sses me off is that no other car around me was stopping, so I got plucked out of all the law breakers, and the officer said there was a stop sign up there, which either was a complete lie or completely non-visible in the pitch black. I was so mad that the officer/pig/a-hole ought to be glad I don't carry a gun in my glove box. Yeah, I said it. [INFURIATED] My hatred had already started growing for the West Siloam Springs PD from a previous ticket they gave me for speeding when I was accelerating to get onto the highway, but apparently was still 10 feet away from the increased speed limit.

The rest of the drive home wasn't too bad, and the roads were actually clearer than when I drove to Fayetteville because finally, someone in Oklahoma was smart enough to think to plow them. Also, I had an awesome new cd to listen to given to me by a hot DJ. [HAPPY] I went straight to bed as soon as I got home, even though that meant missing Desperate. (I'll watch it online.) [ASLEEP]

And though, I don't regret driving to what turned out to be my most expensive day of playing ultimate frisbee, I may have caught pneumonia by spending four hours out in the freezing rain in my new, pink cleats. [MAYBE SICK]

Also, happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day everyone! Yet again, I wish I worked in a bank, or a school.

P.S. I would never really shoot a cop, or anyone for that matter, and do have respect for most officers.

I'm flattered and excited

Why I'm Flattered:
Last night a guy told me I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he was being sincere. It really shocked me. There has only been one other guy to ever say that to me. I was completely flattered; more flattered than I've been in awhile, especially since I wasn't dressed up. Now, the bad news. I didn't find him nor the other guy who has graciously paid me this compliment in the slight bit attractive, and neither of these guys seemed to be that much of upstanding citizens either. So hooray for me, yucky guys find me beautiful. Please read on to find out from whom I would like to hear such a compliment.

Why I'm Excited:
Two reasons. 1. Cameron and Justin broke up. There is a certain gift I wouldn't mind him giving me. 2. Beckham is coming to America. Soccer players are hot. End of story.

Why I'm Realistic:
I never expect to meet Justin Timberlake or David Beckham.

Why I'm So Witty:
My friend, Paul, to me concerning the fur on the hood of the hooded vest I was wearing: What kind of fur is that?

Me: Fox, but with an "au" instead of an "o".

Fun with caricatures and table napkins

In a recent lunch with my sister, BJ, and JC (I have a lot of two or one letter named friends) we took a stab at drawing caricatures of each other. Hilarity ensued, but artistic talent did not. I would really almost be a perfectly well-rounded person if I was only more artistic. Super sad shmeow.

Last month, someone drew this likeness of JC. The portrait hangs proudly on his fridge.

It was only appropriate to end it this way

I ended 2006 by going to my 6th wedding of the year in St. Louis. I was a bridesmaid (like always, tear) in one of my best friend's from college very lovely Catholic wedding. The bride was a team mate of mine at TU and is now one of the top women triathletes in the U.S. (and I know her). Like all the previous weddings of 2006, we had a great time.

We started on Thursday night by taking Sarah (the bride) out for a bachelorette night out. It was relatively tame as far as bachelorette parties go, because we were nice and didn't make her do anything embarassing. I have decided that from now on, I am wearing a veil when I go out. The reason? As soon as the bouncer at the club saw that we were a bachelorette party, he cut us in line, didn't charge us cover, got us a personal host who took us straight to the bar, gave us a free bottle of champagne, free drinks, and free shots throughout the rest of the night.

The club was a bit skeezy, but the DJ was playing good tracks and we had fun dancing and making fun of all the skanks. The club we were at encourages girls to dance on the bar. At one point in the night, the DJ called for the bachelorette party to come dance on the bar while he would get us more champagne. One girl, not with the party, jumped up with us to ride our free booze train. Can you tell who doesn't belong?


Then, there was the wedding. Everything went smoothly and looked gorgeous. I have definitely learned from my past bridesmaid mistakes, and was on my best behavior. I did dance on a table with the bride's father though, but how can you not when the DJ plays Footloose?

I used to get called Sarah a lot because of these two.

Limo busses are the way to go.

The couple. They are so athletic.

This girl and I had to walk about a mile and a half back to a car after the reception. = Not fun.
Here, you see the only chocolate to be found at the wedding.
BBH for life.

And then it was 2007. We actually had a low key night. The weather was cold and wet, so we all hung out in the hotel, played games, and then watched the fireworks at midnight. Right after the fireworks, I was challenged to a beer chugging contest by the father of the bride. I lost and had to do 20 boy push-ups, which are really hard to do with big hoop earrings that keep hitting the floor. And after chugging a beer.

Have you figured it out yet?

Guess who got a camera for Christmas??

ME!! Hooray. So, I had an awesome Christmas in Fayetteville. It was definitely too short of a break, but they always are. I got to see a lot of people I really never expected to, so that was good (and bad, ha). One of those unexpected people was my AP Language and Composition teacher from 11th grade. She came by a party we were having (her daughter is our year) just to say a quick hello. I love it when my teachers I haven't seen in eight years walk into a party where I'm in a dog cage.

Luckily, she believed me when I told her I usually don't get inside dog cages.