Calvin Harris likes me!

I fit into at least four, if not more, of his categories:

I like them black girls
I like them white girls (1)
I like them Asian girls
I like them mixed race girls
I like them Spanish girls
I like them Italian girls
I like them French girls
And I like Scandinavian girls


I like them tall girls (2)
I like them short girls
I like them brown hair girls (3)
I like them blonde hair girls
I like them big girls
I like them skinny girls
I like them carrying a little bitty weight girls (4)






It's always sad when a hot song has only a mild video to match it, but yeah, Calvin Harris = hot tunes. Unfortunately, this relationship won't work out because as his song suggests, he isn't ready to settle down, which of course will only make me like him more because I fall the hardest for the following: a**holes, players, and guys who are unavailable emotionally, geographically, and/or sexually. It's better for this to end before it even starts and give it a few years when we're on the same page, or it will get ugly. Of course by then, I'll either have moved on or will stop liking him because he is now available. Yes, I already know our relationship is going to stay strictly musician and happy listener, sometimes dancer.

And here is the reason I cancelled my newspaper subscription, but I told the paper it was because I was moving. I didn't want to be pressured in adding to my recycle bin. If you receive a present from me in the upcoming year, expect it to be wrapped in the Arkansas Democrat Gazette.

Crunk juice is cheap

Want your bar tab to be only $5? Go up to the bar tender and order 6 shots of "crunk juice". When he/she asks what "crunk juice" is, tell him/her that it's whatever he/she wants it to be. He/she will then pour you six shots of something delicious and a shot of tequila (in case one of your friends is diabetic and can't have sugar), and when you tab out, the bill you expect to be over $30 will only be $5. AND if there's a bowl of candy around, fill your purse full of it so you can pass it out to the bar goers next door.

There are holidays in February

Unfortunately this February, unlike the past three, Kristy and I were unable to get together to make our infamous Valentine's Day cards. Not to worry, there are plenty of upcoming holidays we plan on helping you celebrate with paper, glitter, and glue in the near future, but for now I leave you with these celebratory wishes on Cupid's favorite day and Martin Luther King Jr.'s favorite month (and I know there was a holiday on the 2nd celebrating a rodent, but I am boycotting that one because the rodent said there will be 6 more weeks of winter). Much love to you all in February!

You're the rookie, I'm MVP

The beginning of this month marked the official end of my rookie year of playing ultimate. I went back to the same tournament that started me down this crazy quest of chasing plastic circles all over the country, Mardi Gras in Baton Rouge. Some of my Hayride teammates and I picked up with the Arkansas women's team, SoCo. Super fun girls. We did really well, losing in the semi-finals, and now I'm pumped for this upcoming club season. We got a little taste of club level of competition in Baton Rouge during our semi-finals, and I'm ready to start playing good teams again. (Why is Fall so far away?) I will say that, though last year I started the dancing on the bar at the party, I had a very poor showing the entire weekend when it came to the party. I'll admit it, I was lame. I slept on the ride down in the PARTY VAN, and only showed my face for one song at the party Saturday night before going to bed.

Day one was cake. We won all the games in our pool quite easily, though TSUnami probably could have given us a run for our money if they had played lines to win. It seemed like they were giving their new players more experience rather than keeping all their ringers in. The great thing about the first day was our field. It had about 3 big muddy puddles that provided an excellent venue for some laying out at the end of the day. The last point we played on Saturday became the "layout point". We put a line on who was still clean and the rule was that everyone had to layout before we could score, which was pretty funny because it caused girls to layout for discs that were not layoutable.





I'm also going to give some props to Callahan from day one. He made the most spectacular catch I've ever seen and probably will ever see. Yeah, that's a bold statement, but it was a bold catch. The disc was put in the corner of the end zone, and somehow it managed to get through two defenders who were layout criss-crossing through the air. And also somehow, Cally managed to dive into that mix, snatch the disc, and land in. When all three fell, there was a brief silence by the crowd in anticipation of what the heck just happened. I was expecting a major injury. But Cally popped up, disc in hand, catching the game ending point.

That night, we had crawfish, and they were deeeee-licious. Though Jeffy Bear was uncomfortable eating something with a face.


Then there was the party, and for the brief period I was there, it was great. And from the stories I heard the next morning, it was excellent. Except the part where my teammate fell into a fire and severely burnt her hand. I was awoke at 4 in the morning to an emergency trip to Wal-green's to tend to a marbled, singed hand. You see, some boys (mainly Karl) started playing in the fire, which inspired my (sober) teammate to jump across it. Problem was that pesky fire ring tripping her and causing her to brace herself on a piece of metal that had been holding burning fire for hours.

How to play in fire:


How not to play in fire:


I was a little disappointed in myself with day 2. I take back everything I said earlier about my throwing in Vegas. I think I found a mental issue (good thing it's my only one). My throws were awful. I will say I am pleased with my defense though. I even had my first layout d, which was exciting and came at a crucial point in the semis. Yes, I'll say what you're thinking, I'm a badass. Good thing I'm humble. Anyway, again, we won the first two games quite easily on day 2 to get us to the semi-finals. The fields we played on for those first two games were just pure mud, and smelly. Luckily, we got to move to less muddy fields for the semis, which turned out to be one of my favorite games I've played yet. We played Wisconsin Madison, and Hayride had seen a lot of that team as Madison Jazz at Heavyweights. That was a tough game there, so I knew our cake walk had ended. We lost 10-8 in the cap. We did so well with them because our defense was on fire (just like Amanda's hand). I was really proud of our girls, they brought the heat (I can't stop now with the fire puns, help!). It was obvious Wisconsin had played together a lot. Their offense was so much prettier and organized and just flowed, unlike ours. Our cuts were crowded and we never were able to find a flow, and those girls were good. They had only had 3 points scored on them by a team until us, so their defense was tough also. I am now 100% convinced the key to a successful team is playing together as much as possible. I guess that's pretty obvious though. The only thing that kept us in that game was how much we stepped up our defense. It was glorious, like my layout d!

On the way back home, we stopped at a random sports bar in Alexandria to watch part of the Superbowl. We were the white minority there, which was made even more obvious by singing along with Tom Petty during the half time show. The entire bar collectively laughed at the scene as the whities were Free Fallin'.

One more note, don't fall asleep in the Party Van. You might just wake up to an emergency hand burn, or you could wake up to find that your driver picked up HITCH HIKERS!! It's never a good situation to wake up to find a strange man and woman next to you. Luckily, they were only with us for about 60 miles. Oh yeah, and luckily, they didn't rob and/or murder us.

Decision '08

What you've all been waiting for: what's April giving up for Lent? I decided to go with sodas, a.k.a. pop, soft drinks, and especially cokes around these parts. This should be a tough challenge, and hopefully it will be the beginning of the end of my love affair with Dr. Pepper. And I don't plan on being one of those people who say you can cheat on Sundays. (And no, I'm not Catholic, but I was raised Lutheran, and that's just a step down really.)