I love my alma mater! The first time I ran to a bonfire (2000, football win). I put on make up. And we were a little late. But it was awesome. The last time I ran to Route 1 ('03, backetball) BET's Hits was there taping, talking about the crazy white kids. It's tradition. A new one, but a fun one. But let's all be real; it's not a riot. Riots are angry. Terps do this for wins. Riots are violent. This, not so much. Clumsy, yes, but not violent. It's all fun as long as no one gets hurt. And if you get hurt, honestly, you were probably stupid and in the way. #imjustsaying :o) Have Fun Terps!! I sure know I did!
And because it's ever so fitting, here's a joke my mom sent me today:
And God Created Maryland God was missing for six days. Eventually, Michael, the archangel, found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired, "Where have you been?" God smiled deeply and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made." Archangel Michael looked puzzled, and said, "What is it?" "It's a planet," replied God, and I've put life on it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a place to test Balance." "Balance?" inquired Michael, "I'm still confused." God explained, pointing to different parts of Earth, "For example, northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth, while southern Europe is going to be poor. Over here I've placed a continent of white people, and over there is a continent of black people. Balance in all things. God continued pointing to different countries. "This one will be extremely hot, while this one will be very cold and covered in ice." The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a land area and said, "What's that one?" "That's Maryland, the most glorious place on earth. There are beautiful mountains, rivers and streams, lakes, forests, hills, and plains. The people from Maryland are going to be handsome, modest, intelligent, and humorous, and they are going to travel the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking, high achieving, carriers of peace, and producers of good things." Michael gasped in wonder and admiration, but then asked, "But what about balance, God? You said there would be balance..." God smiled, "Right next to Maryland is Washington, DC. Wait till you see the idiots I put there."
Since the last time I blogged, it's snowed more times than I thought possible for the DC area in one winter. There was a time I would have loved it. That was about 15 years ago. When I didn't have a car. And no one wanted me to shovel snow. And I just slept all day anyway. (well, I did get 5 days off for it now...cool) But snow as an adult pretty much stinks. I can't WAIT for spring (however, the first tourist-spotting occurred yesterday. seriously, snow and now tourists? geezy peezy...).
But now I don't know where to get my weather.
Bob Ryan has given me the weather and helped me plan for field trips, and days at the beach, and (one) day on the slopes, and starlit nights with my sweetie, and helped me decide what to wear (tights or shorts in high school, suede or leather now) everyday (give or take) since I was born on a Friday night in December 27 years ago. Seriously. I feel like I know this man. And now WRC is just letting him go. Which pretty much stinks. Snow, tourists, and now this.
I cried watching that video.
A few years ago, WRC (channel 4) let go of Arch Campbell (Entertainment) and George Michael (Sports) to save money. The 11 o'clock news consisted of Jim Vance, Doreen Gentzler, George, Bob, Arch and sometimes Pat Collins, for the past 20-some years. It was like watching a bunch of boys fool around with a camcorder with the one girl who actually wanted to get something done. They were the ultimate team. Jim and George were the cool guys who all the girls liked. A little too fast for their own good, really (a little cocaine in the 80s, that's all). Doreen was the smart one, keeping them in line. Arch, the drama kid, with his plaid fedora and awesome movie reviews (though I haven't forgiven him for the 2 stars for the Little Mermaid). And then there's Bob. The nerd. The geek. The one with the corny jokes that still make you laugh. He was Screech. And everyone loves Screech. You know George and Jim laughed at him, but they'd never let anyone else do it.
So to Bob, I love you and I will miss you. I miss Arch (I just can't bring myself to watch channel 7), and I really miss George (RIP). And now I can't believe I have to say goodbye to you, too.
Wow it HAS been a long time. And I've had a lot to say, I just haven't said it. It's been busy at work (booo...bad excuse) and I just come home sometimes and go to sleep (or do things that don't take thought). But I committed to this blog and dagonit I plan to keep it up! So what have I missed?
White House Party Crashers Tamiflu-resistant Swine flu Tiger Woods getting the beat down of his life Troops in Afghanistan
And all of that happened just this week!
I'm adding a gadget (or something) to the blog so you can see all of the things I share on my Google Reader (which I love). I hope you enjoy it too.
It's a great world, a scary world, a fun world. Love this city! Happy Holidays, and I promise to say more in the upcoming days and weeks!
You’re probably like me and don’t pay much attention to the safety message before a flight. And you definitely don’t take a look at the manual at your seat (except for the first flight you took after the landing on the Hudson). Usually, I’m trying to craftily hide my iPod cord so that the attendant won’t make me turn it off, while praying that the plane will stay in the air, and trying to understand exactly why the plane stays in the air.
When you fly frequently (or even yearly…or even once in the last 10 years), you pretty much know what the flight attendant or the video will tell you. Over head mask, exit signs, don’t smoke, your seat cushion floats. But what if just this once there’s something new? Ok there probably isn’t, but we should probably still pay attention. Sitting here at the computer, I know what to do if the cabin loses pressure. But honestly, I know I won’t stay calm on the plane if we have to brace ourselves for landing, and everything I thought I knew will hopefully not just ooze out of my brain (though I’m pretty sure my life jacket will be on backwards).
The airlines know this, too, and they want you to be safe. Luckily, the message is the same everywhere (who wrote the international script? That guy must be rich) but the delivery is now a treat in and of itself.
See what our friends down under are doing:
OMG they’re NAKED! This is funny :o) and it caught my attention. Maybe not for the full four minutes, but at least for a while.
Tomorrow, I hop on a Southwest flight to Providence for a weeklong vacay. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to the safety instructions. Those Southwest flight attendants are funny. And who doesn’t need a little humor when you’re thousands of miles in the air?
It's summertime. Weddings are everywhere. And I love weddings. I mean, LOVE. L-O-V-E! I'd have one tomorrow if I could. But I'm still happy as a single girl. This is my dilema...
A woman gets to be a princess for a day. A man gets to shine like never before (or after). I've dreamed of my wedding (and planned many iterations of it in my head and on paper) since I was 6. It's how I learned the word "gazebo" (that's where I intended to say my vows until my godsister had her wedding in a gazebo). I wanted to wear Mrs. Piggy's dress back then. I just needed my Kermit the Frog. And I found him (but that's another post).
Some people hate weddings (blasphemy), but who could hate this:
How totally awesome (if 80s clothes can come back, 80s lingo can come back, too)! I'd never have the guts to do this (I'm pretty traditional really), and I've already forbidden my boyfriend from strolling down the aisle (it's BGLO tradition) at ours or anyone else's wedding. But I think this is really cool. I love the choreography :o)!
With an entrance like that, I WISH I could see the photos and video from the rest of the day.
Congratulations to all the newlyweds and soon-to-be-mrs(es). And good luck to all the upcoming bridesmaids (myself included. I might be the first bridesmaidzilla on the planet. I can't help it; I actually DO care what the napkins look like...please forgive me in advance).
Justice Thomas, what’s your deal? Do you just like to be the outsider? Do you just like to be different? I can understand that, but it’s really hard to understand how you can be the lone voice, even among some REALLY hardcore conservatives like yourself, of dissent.
However, on principle, I appreciate that you stand up for what you believe. But I really don’t understand you, and it leaves me shaking my head, raising my eyebrows, and shrugging my shoulders all at the same time.