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I have the most boring life ever October 25, 2009

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It’s true.  I don’t do anything.  I sit around and study and watch Bones and knit things.  Seriously.

Right now, I’m working on two hat and scarf sets for various people and I’m doing two scarves for myself.  I go to Pride and I go to football games and I go home and knit.  I’m very boring.

Also, sad news.  Sam Bradford (also known as My Future Husband) has elected to have surgery on his shoulder on Wednesday and then will enter the NFL draft next spring.  This makes me very very sad because if he’s not here, it’s obviously going to be very hard for him to meet and fall in love with me.  However, I love him a lot and will watch him play football wherever he goes next year.  Unless it’s Dallas.  Then I’ll have problems.

I also went home this weekend, which was fun, I guess until I had to leave.  I had issues.  Because I’m so done with this semester and all the drama that has stemmed from it.  I’m even tired of football season, which is really sad because normally I love football season. Couple that with the fact that MFH is leaving me and…  No bueno semester.

I have 49 hours left in my degree and I still don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life.  Most days I feel like I’m getting a completely useless degree and I’ll end up working in fast food for the rest of my life, which is SO not where I wanna be.  Two summers of Sonic was enough for me.

No, I lie.  Because I know what I want to do: plan weddings.  Yep.  Every detail.  From the flowers on the pews to the cake, I want to plan and coordinate weddings.  I’m so organized, it would be the perfect thing for me to do.  But how do you get into the field?  I don’t have a business degree so I have no clue as to how to start a business.



The Day I Almost Tripped 150 People October 12, 2009

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So there was a football game yesterday in Norman. It was also Pride Parents’ Weekend, which means my mother and my nanny came to watch me march with the Pride. I was very excited, especially about pregame because pregame is my favorite part of what we do.

The parade was fine and then we went to sit in the tunnels, where we drink water and sit and socialize until we had to line up to go onto the field for pregame. It’s probably important for you to know that above the entrance to each tunnel, is a white rectangle with the word PRIDE painted inside them. It’s tradition to jump up and hit the word while running onto the field. I have had no problems with this for the last two home game. On Saturday, however, I must have mistimed it.
The Pride paint in the tunnel
My fingertips scraped the edge of the cement and when I landed on my knee, I felt it buckle beneath me and I flew through the air and slid through the tunnel. The only thought I had in my head was, “Get out of the way because there are 100 other people who have to run through this tunnel.”

I plastered myself against the wall and thought everything was peachy until a flute player’s leg caught the top joint of my clarinet and it slid even farther from my grasp. I could hear the drum cadence winding down, and the only thing I remember thinking was “Get on the field, because Mr. Britt will kill you if you don’t march pregame.”

I ran quick like a bunny and made it onto the field just in time to pivot to face the south and play the fanfare, which I definitely would have done, had it not been for my reed that was completely ruined and my mouthpiece, which had a giant chunk out of it.

I was fine until we finished pregame and started running to our seats. My friend, Danielle, caught me and I told her the story through my tears. She laughed, which made me laugh because, really? The entire thing is a little bit ridiculous.

So I fell running out of the tunnels. Whatever. I didn’t break myself, I didn’t break my clarinet, and I didn’t ruin my uniform. Sam Bradford (My Future Husband) got to play again and we beat Baylor. My mom and grandma got to come up for a game and see me march. AND IT FINALLY QUIT RAINING!!!!!!!

We’re heading to Dallas this week and the only thing I have left to say is… BEAT THE HELL OUT OF SAXET!