Oh to have been at Carter-Finley last night. I just got exponentially more excited to watch the Wolfpack play in Clemson next weekend. This is the first time I’ve been excited about a sport in, well, ever.
I wonder what “Supernole” is doing today.
October 2010
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What I want to be for Halloween is Paul, may he rest in peace, the world-cup-predicting psychic octopus. I could pay him an awesome tribute with stuffed gray tights as extra appendages, all gray makeup, a giant cardboard box with the world cup winning country’s flag splashed across the front. I would probably have to google who won the world cup despite the fact that I watched, but that’s besides the point.
I checked with the girls I’m doing Halloween with. They are dressing as Katy Perry, California Girls video version, and slutty Pocahontas. So there’s that.
“CODY DOESN’T READ!”
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spoken by Cody himself, a featured father on 16 and Pregnant
And my world keeps turning.
I swear
I am the only NC State alumna in Atlanta. I exaggerate. But I AM the only one I’m aware of in my office (of over 800 people). Normally this fact saddens me during football season when all of the UGA, Auburn and ‘Bama alum are putting up collegiate swag all over their cubes and the betting rings start up. I just quietly go back to my un-decorated cubicle and pout.
Not this season.
This season we are winning games. This season we are getting media coverage. Now when I walk into meetings, my boss and co-workers are slapping me on the shoulder and congratulating me on wins. They’re saying to others in the hall, “Hey, have you met Allison? She’s an NC State grad!” And I’m all, whaaa? I totes feel like Russell Wilson. I should probably take this as a sign to learn some football terminology if I’m going to be getting this much limelight in the workplace.
Anniversary
Today marks the anniversary of my papa’s death. We decided the night before his funeral to put letters in the drawer of his casket. I knew I would never come up with the right words on my own.
Just a few weeks before he passed away, I watched Big Fish in my college dorm room. It reminded me so much of him and the stories he told. At the end of the movie, the old man passed away to a Pearl Jam song playing in the background, Man of the Hour. It was just right. I buried the lyrics with him 6 years ago today.
Tidal waves don’t beg forgiveness
Crashed and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in May.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.
And the sky breaks at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They’ll all come ‘round
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
And the road
The old man paved
The broken seams along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just goodbye for now.
Play
I’ve been off beef since the summer, but dayyyum I am craving some Vortex* today.
*evidently I am also craving a heart attack today
About an hour ago, I was chomping down on a bag of Skittles while talking to my office neighbor. I started to choke. Like, make the international sign (crossed hands in front of neck, memorize it) choke. I still have at least one skittle lodged in the side of my esophagus.
In those few seconds of being unable to breathe, I had a few revelations. It is non-sensical to eat 5 red Skittles in a single mouthful, simultaneously striking up a conversation. Aside: I eat them by color because I don’t want lime all up in my grape, you know? Additionally, how embarrassing to choke to death on Skittles? If that’s how I’m going to make my exit, I hope I’d be eating something more exotic. Skittles are so pedestrian. Cheers to living to see the weekend!
News from my 'hood →
ajc.com
Promethazine is the main ingredient used in “purple drank,” a recreational drug popular in the hip-hop community in the southern United States.
Other names for purple drank include sizzurp, lean, syrup, drank, barre, purple jelly and Texas tea. The drink is made by combining the syrup with soft drinks such as Sprite or Mountain Dew and pieces of Jolly Rancher candy.
this is the best article ever written in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution
AGREED.
Critically Acclaimed Damages Moves to DIRECTV With Brand New Episodes Airing Exclusively on DIRECTV’s 101 Network
DIRECTV Entertainment and Sony Pictures Television Partner to Produce 20 New Episodes To Air Over Two Consecutive Seasons in 2011 and 2012
DIRECTV and Sony Pictures Television will team up to bring the award-winning DAMAGES, starring Glenn Close and Rose Byrne, back with brand new episodes to be produced early next year and debuting exclusively on DIRECTV. Emmy winner Glenn Close, Emmy nominee Rose Byrne and other principal cast members will return for the new episodes.
Unlike DIRECTV’s current deal for Friday Night Lights, whereby the show airs first on DIRECTV and then on NBC, the new episodes of DAMAGES will air only on DIRECTV. Additionally, DIRECTV will have the rights to air previously produced seasons 1 through 3.
I want to take my DirecTV satellite out to a swanky dinner for saving my favorite drama series on television. Any Damages watcher can tell you that this saga is far from finished.
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“Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens. A good marriage must be created. In the Art of Marriage, the little things are the big things. It is never being too old to hold hands. It is remembering to say ‘I love you’ at least once a day. It is never going to sleep angry.
It is at no time taking the other for granted; the courtship should not end with the honeymoon; it should continue through all the years. It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives. It is standing together facing the world. It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family.
It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude of duty or sacrifice, but in the spirit of joy. It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways. It is not expecting the husband to wear a halo or the wife to have the wings of an angel.
It is not looking for perfection in each other. It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding and a sense of humor. It is having the capacity to forgive and forget. It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow. It is finding rooms for things of the spirit. It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal, dependence is mutual and obligation is reciprocal. It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner.”
Caleb Followill is engaged. To his supermodel girlfriend. Together they will make the most beautiful babies to grace the planet. He has already written a song to said future children; it’s on the new album. Le sigh.
Last night I dreamed that I was pregnant. I mostly just looked fat but somehow my dream self knew that I was toting a baby around. While shopping in Neiman Marcus with my mom (further evidence that this was a dream), I started to go into pre-term labor. We continued shopping; this portion is realistic. I somehow wound up at a house where one of my co-workers was giving birth. Her baby was cherub-cheeked perfection. My dream self became compeititve and wished for an even prettier baby. I continued laboring until I accidentally gave birth in the bathroom by myself. [enter Midwife from nowhere] The Midwife handed me my baby. Joe and I had decided to let the gender be a surprise. When she handed me the baby, it looked like one of the flying monkeys of Wizard of Oz. I was crying when I asked her the gender. The Midwife told me the baby was a hermaphrodite. I threw the baby on the floor, screamed, and ran away.
After decribing ther dream to my mom, she determined it was the product of watching I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant coupled with my paralyzing fear of producing ugly offspring.
The Talk at 1050
- In which Joe's television addiction resurfaces.
- Joe: "So you know how I've been watching that new show, Terriers? Well on last night's episode, my favorite dude was going to propose to the girl he's in love with. What really happened was that the girl got too drunk and wound up in bed with another guy. I was so upset. It's like, they are both so cool and perfect for each other and now it's ruined. I just can't understand why things had to take that turn, you know?"
- Me: "You are aware that these are fictional characters, correct?"
