Archive for March, 2010

Indie Charades

Husbanks and I invented the best game ever.

Indie Charades

1. Turn your satellite radio to the indie station (Coffee House or XMU).

2. At the first song no one recognizes, one person looks at the display. Play charades to guess the band title (it is displayed on the screen).

3. Time’s up when the song is over.

This game is hilarious because indie band names are so arbitrary. They usually involve adjective(s) and one noun.

And you get background music for your party. So efficient!

Side note: When I start a band, I will name it “Indie Charades.”

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The Last Ticket

There are few things more ‘merican than watching football or basketball. Being a fan means a different things to different people. To some, it means winning – the thirst to boast and be right. To some, it means analyzing – predicting the winner of match ups based weeks of ESPN watching and calculated player sizing-up. To some, it means travel – retirees hitting the road to support their team. To some it means rivalry – always hoping defeat for the other. To most, it means community. Whether it’s your family, friends, or fellow alumni, being a fan means you have camaraderie with other fans during wins and losses and the anticipation in-between.

I grew up in one such family, where sports and the community around them were religion. The original wedding date Husbanks and I chose was quickly changed because my extended family informed me that no one would come to a wedding during the Big 12 championship. My mistake.

I have so many memories of parking at games, and walking about a mile to get to the stadium. Tossing a rally towel so hard I really believed I could will-in the ball. Yelling at the referee. Getting in the car after the game and listening to the post-game radio show on 1520 AM the whole 35 minutes home. Gathering around the TV holding your breath waiting for the last shot. Hearing countless commentaries on the Big 8 and their ability to compete with anyone in the nation.

Saturday, Ryan and I went to a basketball game with my family’s season tickets for the last time. For over 20 years my family had 9th row seats behind the south goal, and this was the last season we purchased them. I sat in those seats during my formative years and beyond. Husbanks met my parents for the first time in those seats. I watched Stacey King, Eduardo Najera, and Hollis Price from those seats. I was there three times a week during the winter months, and won’t easily forget that.

It’s been a good run. With this goodbye I remember that my family’s love for the home team isn’t changing, just the place from which we view them. Boomer Sooner.

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I Made Some LOL Cats for You, Dear Blog Reader

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Things I Learned Watching the Olympics

Joni Mitchell? K.D. Lang? Nickelback? You all are Canadian, eh? I look at life from both sides of the border now.

Ice dancing is not as intense as figure skating and I bet ice dancers get teased in the locker room. In the wise words of Lacy: Anything that involves a move called a ‘twizzle’ might not deserve a medal.

Some people are bratty about getting the silver. Every time someone was disappointed about coming in second, I wanted to slap them with an ice skate. You are an Olympian! Get excited!

Will has never looked younger!

Weather up on “The Mountain” was really bad according to Will. Check out some of his coverage here:
Shaun White is ready for things to ‘get weird’
White’s showstopper caps second Olympic gold
Grishin roars, Peterson soars in aerials final
Chris Klug brings inseparable bond to Olympics

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Things I Learned in Louisville

Teething makes babies drool and get really snuggly.

Just because a baby is too young to walk, that doesn’t mean he can’t roll quickly to get anywhere he wants.

It is hard to take pictures of babies! They move constantly.

Watching the Olympics with a glass of wine and a good friend is apparently better than actually BEING at the Olympics.

I finally know how to spell Cincinnati. I never knew.

Taking a baby to the mall or a restaurant is like taking an adult to a movie. They just watch what is in front of them and are completely entertained.

I can now change a diaper and bathe a baby. Although with all the “you can babysit” requests I got from my initial blog post, I don’t know if I want to broadcast these new skills.

“Chicken dinner” tastes like carrots and noodles.

And picking Colin out at daycare? NAILED IT. Spot on, first try.

Colin is absolutely perfect. Good work, Ellie and Will.

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