Finally, mystery solved

One of the many (yes, I said "many") great things about Tulsa is the ballet. I think it is superb, especially coming from a city Tulsa's size. So anyway, a couple years ago I went to my first Tulsa ballet performance and mid-pirouette I wondered if male ballerinas were called ballerinos. Everyone I've queried up until last night was not sure, and I've never been bothered to do any research into the matter either. So it was to my upmost delight that last night I met a member of the Tulsa ballet and was able to ask him if male ballerinas are called ballerinos. I am almost 100% positive that I semi-offended him and 100% positive that he thinks I am a moron, BUT, the answer to my question that has plagued me for almost three years is "no". Male ballerinas are simply called dancers. I also call them majorly hot, but unfortunately, I have to call most of them majorly gay as well.

Meet the new loves of my life

Last weekend, I went to Little Rock to play in an ultimate frisbee tournament. It looks like I am picking up this sport (if I can ever learn how to throw the disc). I played with the newly formed Tulsa women club team. It has a lot of talent, so I'm uber, wicked, mad, hella excited to be playing with them. I will be able to learn quite a bit from those ladies, and I think once the team gets organized and starts playing together, we will be some hot competition. This weekend, however, we only had 7 girls and one got injured, so we were playing only 6 the entire time. For those who don't know, ultimate is played 7 on 7, which means we were one man down and had no subs. We went 3-1 the first day, and then lost our first game the second. I then picked up with the Tulsa guys and played one co-ed game, which we won. If anything, this weekend was a great workout. There was a party Saturday night, but it was lame and not even worth the mention it just received.

Some fine Tulsa frisbee folk:

Six lovely ladies on the line:

Me, trying to get Nick to sit on my hand. I have no shame:


I have also been dog sitting for a friend lately. This dog plays the adorable puppy role quite well, but he is really shy and skittish. He also likes to pace around in circles as if he will meet his doom if he stops.

Oh yeah, I am also moving back to Arkansas. I got a new job in an unexpected turn of events, but will start working there and then soon be going back to school to get my MBA. It's only a matter of time until I will be taking over the world, so now is the time for you to get in my good graces. I'm not the type to forget the little people.

Fur wraps are haute

And so are these Australians. Lately, I've been into a lot of U.K. indie rock (The Kooks, Editors, Fratellis, Magic Numbers, Idlewild, Hard-Fi, Kaiser Chiefs, Futureheads, etc.), but I might be shifting gears. I give you Sneaky Sound System. This is by far NOT their best song, but it's the only video YouTube had, and it's still full of pretty people. But you should really go here, and listen to "Pictures" and "Tease Me". Those should make you want to dance around in fur wraps and panties.

Yay for Shamrock Antlers

Here are my friends and me celebrating the fact there are no snakes in Ireland (because apparently St. Patrick drove them all out - way to go!). Slainte!

It was a really good weekend. A couple college friends came to visit and we went out to some Irish pubs in Tulsa, which were having large St. Patrick's Day celebrations. Though, I didn't quite understand why guys with bagpipes kept walking around playing (aren't bagpipes Scottish). Also, I want to apologize to the street vendor who I stole lasagna from. It was really delicious, and after eating it, I would not have minded paying you, but you shouldn't have provided me with terrible customer service.

Huh?

Sometimes, we say really stupid things. Today, as I was walking back to my office from lunch, I overheard a girl say to her friend, "Do you know how many people would die to get that job?" And I immediately thought, "None. If you died, you wouldn't need a job." But then I thought, "Well, maybe she was talking about getting a job as a ghost or a rotting corpse, and she's not as stupid as she sounds afterall. Plus, who I am to assume I know what goes on after we die?" But just as my faith in human intelligence had become somewhat restored, the lady I was in the elevator with randomly says, "A bridge luncheon? Like I'd really like to spend my day doing that." Was this her way of making conversation? And where in the left of left fields did that gem come from?

The lift stopped at her floor before I got the chance to agree with her though. If you're going to play cards at a luncheon, you should be playing poker, not bridge, Texas Hold 'Em to be specific.

Holy No Sleep

So this weekend was chalk full of fun and good times. Friday night was a "scantily clad" party. As more drinks were consumed, more clothing was removed. It was really hot, except for when it was cold.

The 2007 NCAA indoor track meet was also this weekend, and I always have an excellent time when I get to watch people running fast in circles. And then of course, big track meets = big after parties.

And here is Nick, really nailing it (in a non-porno way):

And here is what happens when you are running on very little sleep and waiting in a car outside your friend's apartment for him to come unlock his door because your other friend thinks she may have thrown away a ticket to a track meet in his trash can, and you need to dig through his trash. However, he is confused because he misunderstands the message and thinks you want to take his trash to Dickson Street. Holy no sleep.

The first step is admitting you have a problem

I am not a girly girl. (I AM a princess, but I am not high maintenance.) I like getting dressed up, but I don't have to be. I really don't care what I look like or what I'm wearing. I rarely wear make up except on the weekends, and fixing my hair involves pulling it into a pony tail. But I have one terrible girly weakness that I'm not that proud of: shoes. And it is getting out of control, evidenced by today's online impulse purchases:







In my defense, however, a lot of these will be replacing old shoes that have worn out, and I can wear them for work. Yet, I can't explain why I felt the need to buy these this past weekend:

Edit: I just got back from getting my hair cut, and even though I've got a shoe problem, at least I'm not in denial. A red-headed guy came in while I was there to tan. And yes, he was the same shade when he came out as when he went in, but with perhaps a few more freckles (or angel kisses as one of my red-haired friends would call them). Just accept it honey, you were not meant to have a golden brown tint about you.

How Did I Miss This?

There are two television shows I keep up with: Grey's Anatomy and Desperate Housewives. And I drool all over myself when I watch them. Grey's has Justin Chambers (Alex) who I thought was the hottest gift God has given to television. Then, Desperate introduced Edie's bad boy nephew back in October, Austin, played by Josh Henderson. AND, he grew up in TULSA!! How did I miss this??!! He plays a highschooler on the show, but he is really only a year younger than me (though age has become partly a non-issue for me lately anyway - haha). So, he is probably bound to come back and visit Tulsa eventually, right? I knew we were meant to be and love at first sight did exist! (Plus, Justin Chambers is already married with five kids.) Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go buy some more bibs.

Rites of Passage

The ultimate frisbee winter league ended this past weekend. There was an after party. I drank a frisbee full of beer as is tradition for new players. I then proceeded to puke up a frisbee full of beer. It is well documented. So, if you have 10 minutes and your stomach isn't too weak, here you go.

I never got the chicken pox

It's true. I didn't. I can take a bath in poison ivy with no consequence. I inherited a strong immune system from my father. I haven't had the flu since I was 10. I run at least 5 times a week, and I don't mean just going out on easy little jogs. I run faster than most people race 5ks. And I don't smoke...anything. The point being, my lungs should be in good shape along with the rest of my health. So, can somebody please tell me how in the hell a tiny seedlike ball emitted from an effing flower can cause me to get so terribly sick that I end up with severe BRONCHITIS?!?!