Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I was pulling out of the parking lot at lunch. Time: 12:58. Two pigeons are cavorting around the drive that exits onto Hickory street. As I'm pulling out, one pigeon decides to park right in the middle of the exit. I slow down, thinking said pigeon will flap his pigeon wings and fly far far away. But no. He stays. So I stop, pause for a few more seconds, and then honk the horn. The pigeon finally flies away, clearing the way for my lunch drive home. I go through the green light on 4th and Hickory, and as I am approaching the next green light at 3rd and Hickory, an older lady driving a Buick (or some other sort of boatlike car) flies through the intersection ahead of me, running her red light.
Had I not been briefly delayed Mr. Pigeon, I might have been in that intersection.
Thank you Lord for the little things, and may I never behave badly toward any pigeon ever again.
Just now I got a phone call.
Lady: "I just received a fax from this number. Did you send it?'
Me: "No ma'am."
Lady: "Well the first two pages didn't come through."
Me: "Ok." pause "Were you working with someone here?"
Annoying Lady: "The girl told us she could email us the information."
Me: "Do you remember her name?"
Annoying Lady: "No."
Frustrated Me: "Was it maybe Jessica, or Jennifer?"
Annoying Lady: silence. more silence.
Frustrated Me: "Can you hold a moment?"
Annoying-as-hell Lady: "Yes."
Really? HELP ME OUT a little. For pete's sake people!!
Now playing: The Broken West - The Smartest Man Alive
Monday, December 29, 2008
After opening presents on Christmas morning, the family headed off to the Stephens County fairgrounds to volunteer and serve Christmas lunch. We did it last year for the first time and really enjoyed it. It was definitely more organized this year, which was nice. =)
That afternoon we opened a few more presents and then played Dirty Santa with the extended family. There's usually some drama involved with the stealing of the gifts, but I think everybody ended up with something they wanted. I got a pocket knife, it's awesome! The cousins played Apples to Apples for awhile (I LOVE that game), we even went through all of the red cards before we called it a night.
Friday brought a tainted cheeseburger at lunch (ick) and a trip to Norman in the afternoon. We almost got to see Stoney LaRue, who just happened to be playing at the Riverwind casino, but it was sold out. Danggone it. Shop, shop, shopped for LCD TVs, dinner at Ted's--drool--and then home. We finally found the right price on the right TV on Saturday at Sam's in Lawton. I got a 42" Philips, 1080p, 120Hz, full HD. It's awesome!!!
Stay tuned for our fantastic family portrait session on Saturday. Shine your boots and pack your ammo...
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Why do some people feel the need to pound on their keyboard like its some antiquated piece of equipment and unless you strike the keys with the force of an elephant stampede, your insightful ponderings will be lost to the world?
It's tremendously annoying. Now, I understand that not everyone is annoyed by typing chatter (though I don't know how that's possible). My annoyance goes all the way back to my freshman year of college. I had a roommate that had the worst morning routine. EVER. She'd get up at the buttcrack of dawn everyday and go for a run. Then she'd come back in the room and get her shower stuff and head down to the community showers. THEN she'd come back in the room and blow dry her hair. Yeah. And then to top it off, she'd get on the computer and email her boyfriend (who is now her husband). This happened every single day. I have no idea how she survived the year. Oh yeah, I started wearing earplugs to bed. That was awesome. Did I mention that she also went to bed at 10pm every night? Yeah. My best friend lived on my hall and we'd hang out in the hallway every night and do our homework. I remember dragging the telephone all the way into the hallway (that cord must've been at least 20 feet long). Good times. Fast forward 10 years...
There are some days when it seriously makes me want to stab myself with the nearest sharp object. Or blunt object for that matter. The more I try to block it out, the more I hear it. ACK. Luckily a fellow coworker (who is somewhat of a MacGuyver suggested some white noise to solve the problem). I have a hurricane-force desk fan that sits in the corner pointing straight up to the ceiling (it's too blame cold to point it anywhere else). When she starts pounding away, I turn it on low and it drowns out the clickety-click-click.
Why is it that I'm so easily annoyed by these things? I really wish I could turn it off.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Met some new people, saw Kevin Fowler (who is awesome) in concert at the Lucky Mule, found a new place to hang out that's classy-not trashy, had a birthday celebration with good friends, finished up several pottery pieces, worked on some new crochet stuff, Christmas shopping galore, rooted my team on to a Big XII title and a National Title game vs. Florida. BOOMER SOONER baby!
Yeah. I've been busy.
Here's a couple photos of the scarves I've made. If you're interested in purchasing them, you can find them here on etsy. If you order by Friday, you'll have them by Christmas (if you're in the US).
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Here are a few of my favorites from the night, including the couple shoot we did beforehand. Congrats you two!
My argument for OU over Texas starts there. Add to that our ass-whooping of Tech, and our road win over O State, and you have a winner. Head to head doesn't matter when it's a 3-way tie. Those are Big 12 rules, not OU rules. So stop blaming us, we didn't come up with the system. Sure I'd be pissed if I was a Texas fan. So direct your anger towards Baylor, they were up by 14 in Lubbock and let Tech slide by and win. If Baylor had won, Texas would be in and OU out. Or direct it at Tech. Either way, we've played fantastic football since October. We deserve it.
K City here we come!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
I had the pleasure of being at Shotwell stadium on Saturday (along with a record 12,000 fans) to see the slaughter. It was a great game, with ACU only punting once, and a missed field goal on the other non-scoring drive. There were some defensive struggles from both teams, but I have to hand it to the outstanding receivers for both ACU and WTA&M. Once they got loose, there was no catching 'em.
Now on to the OU game. I don't recall ever being more nervous about a football game than I was on Saturday night. There was pacing, wringing of hands, heart flutters. The whole she-bang. After we were up 21-0, I was finally able to calm down. I can't believe the outcome, and I don't think anyone could have predicted it. It was a total defensive smack-down, and I enjoyed every stinkin minute of it.
Now, lets discuss the mess the Big 12 south is in. Currently, we're in a one-loss-3-way tie: OU, Texas, and Tech. Texas beat us 45-35, Tech beat Texas 39-33, and we beat Tech 65-21. Now, based on points spread alone, I think we are the most convincing winner, and we have the best opportunity to jump ahead this weekend, when we go into Stillwater to play 12th ranked Oklahoma State. Tech has Baylor at home, and Texas has the Aggies at home. Not many 'style points' to be earned in either of those games. True, I'm a bit biased, but I think it's the most likely scenario. We're only .084 behind Texas in the BCS. This weekend will determine the fate of the Big 12 south powerhouses. One question lingers with me though, why in the world do we have to split the North and South? Why can't the Big 12 game be played with the top 2 teams? Sigh...back to the BCS.
I hate the BCS, as most other die-hard college football fans do. The past few years have absolutely screamed for a playoff system. But the BCS does make things interesting. What if, just what if, Auburn beats Alabama this week, Florida beats Florida State, and then Auburn beats Florida in the SEC title game? Granted, of course, that OU takes the Big 12 title and takes care of Mizzou, would a BCS Title game of OU and Texas be possible? Absolutely. I think that would be freakin amazing. So maybe the BCS isn't so bad after all.
Nah, it is.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
This has to be one of my favorite pieces so far. I love the shape of it, and how the glaze turned out! It will be a perfect bowl for a yummy Thanksgiving side dish!
I love the nutmeg/oatmeal glaze combo, it looks like a desert sunset!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Big weekend in store...and I'm not gonna lie. I'm scared. Those of you who know me, know that I hate losing. It's not fun. In fact, it sucks a lot. Especially when OU is your team and you live in Texas. There's a lot on the line for several teams, and it all comes down to Saturday night. I'm trying to swing a ticket (or tickets) for the game, but unless I get lucky (which is entirely possible, I am a Turner) I'll be watching from the couch instead of the stands. The pro to that situation is that I'd get to be in town for the ACU game on Saturday (GO CATS!!). We won the LSC and we're #2 in the nation, DII. We play West Texas A&M at noon this Saturday. It's exciting!! When I was in college, our football team was no good.
Anyway. I've got some new pots, so look for photos of those tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Click the photos (each one is a different contest) to vote for Roxie in the coolest dog contest on Dogster.com!!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
We roasted hot dogs, and then s'mores. Roxie didn't much care for the tie-out I had her on, it had about a five foot lead on it. She'd go to the end of it and then beg and grunt and growl. It was funny, and adorable. I slept pretty well, it was warmer inside the tent, out of the wind. Roxie also makes a very good heater. Saturday morning we made scrambled eggs and potatoes for breakfast in an iron skillet on the fire. Yum!
I drove back into town around 9:45 or so, dropped Roxie off at the house and went to Hobby Lobby to get a new mat for the photo I was submitting into the BCAA (Big Country Arts Associations) art show. Went home and put it together, took it downtown to the gallery (along with a pottery piece). Drove home, took a shower, had a sandwich and watched a little football. Went to the ACU game at 2, left at 2:45 and headed back downtown to the gallery for the announcement of the winners (I was not one), but both of my pieces were selected for the gallery show, which is good. Then back to the ACU game, which we won 47-17, took the LSC title, are 10-0, and have a bye and then at least 2 home games in the playoffs, woohoo! Also got to see my cousin Evan march in the band during halftime. He's on the far right with the drum. Back home, football craziness—Penn State losing in the last few seconds, LSU tying it up to send it into overtime and then blowing it—changed clothes and went to a party with Lindsey. Mango margaritas and fajitas (yum!), got to see Niah and Creed (two new babies of friends of mine) left there at 8:30 and caught the last few songs of the Abilene High symphony concert. They had a group called Barrage perform at the end (which is the only part we saw). Like Riverdance except they played fiddles. It was pretty awesome. Went home and watched a few minutes of the TT/OSU game (the pokes did NOT show up in Lubbock) and then crashed.
Yesterday I went to church, then watched football/read a little/napped a little. Carol and I went up to the church around 5 to take tickets for the Mercy Me/Bebo Norman show. It was completely sold out. Stood at the doors until 8 or so and then went in and found a couple of seats. I got some really awesome photos from several different angles. I've found that if you look like you're supposed to be there doing what you're doing, nobody questions you. I found an almost empty front row on the right side of the stage and got a few amazing photos (imho).
I'm tired. And it's Monday. How unfair is that?
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
After how many months (too many) of constant politics, I am very glad the fight is over. However, it was definitely not the outcome I was hoping and praying for. The thing that frustrates me the most, I think, is the fact that while Obama is a very gifted orator and has inspired millions of people, what is it based on? Can the country be run by a man whose eloquence--along with his race--gained him the office? And before anyone accuses me of being a racist, don't. I'm not. I'm honest. I'm afraid this election turned into a popularity contest, and for some people, just having a black president leading this country was good enough to gain their vote. I kept hearing the same things over and over again from different people. The exact same things. Can we form our own opinions, or must we just repeat the endless lines of BS fed to us by the media? If I hear one more news story on how record numbers of young people registered to vote (in order to vote Obama), I will throw up. You remember college, right? You remember being 18, right? Did you have any idea which candidate stood for what, and more importantly, where you stood on the issues? I didn't.
I am no political expert. But I know what I believe, and who I choose to believe in. Regardless of the man in office, I will continue to support my beliefs no matter what the consequences. There is worry and anxiety in my heart for the next 4 years.
I cannot imagine a society where thousands of babies will be discarded merely because they were 'unplanned.' Take responsibility people!
Talk to most people who are in the military and they will tell you that we are making progress over there, and to pull the troops now would be catastrophic.
The answer to every problem is not to throw more money at it.
How can we truly know what will happen in the next 4 years? We don't. All we can do is pray, because God is bigger than politics.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
The Halloween party was a blast! Rab totally surprised me and drove up from Houston for the party. He apparently told everyone he was coming, except for me! I was SO excited to see him. Here he is being creepy in his creepy mask (he was a streaker). We hung out around the firepit, watched The Changeling, and had a great time! We even had some trick-or-treaters: "whoa…you're house is haunted!!" Lots of great costumes too! Have I said how much I love Halloween?
I drove up to Duncan on Saturday and then on up to Norman for the OU/Nebraska game at 7. There is seriously nothing better than sitting in a stadium full of 85,000+ screaming fans and watching your team lay it down on their opponent. It's amazing. There were, however, a few glitches in the weekend.
- Texas losing to Tech—I freakin hate Tech. The last two games we've played in Lubbock were total crap. We were absolutely cheated out of the first one, and in the 2nd one they knocked out our QB in the first half. I will never go back to a game in Lubbock. The Texas loss does help us in the Big 12 race as well as the National Title hunt. They play OState this weekend (in Lubbock though), so that will be a huge game. We play A&M, so that should be an easy game for us. We luckily have a bye the next week, as we'll need it for the next two games, Tech at home (thank the LORD for that) on the 22nd and OState in Stillwater (UGH) on the 29th. It works to our advantage though, playing two highly ranked teams. As long as our defense does its job, we may come out of those on top.
- The Cowboys suck. Seriously disappointing. I wanted to watch them play at 3, so I didn't leave OK until 6:15. What a freakin waste of time.
On Sunday we had a giant birthday party for everybody in my family who has birthdays from Oct-Dec. There were 5 of us. I got some fantastic homemade gifts from everybody. What a crazy artistic family I have! It's awesome.
I'm tired, and looking forward to a weekend home (my first in awhile). Hopefully the week will fly by…
One more thing. Only in the BCS can you beat the hell out of your opponent and drop 2 spots in the polls. $*#@!(*&#($^@#)$.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Today for work I'm dressed as a hippie (Mom always said I was born in the wrong era), and tonight I'll be a Sooner football player. I'm throwing a big party at my casa, complete with beer, jello shots, and food, fog machine, black lights, and an outdoor screening of The Changeling. If you have not seen The Changeling (the old George C. Scott movie) you should definitely check it out. They used to show it at the Paramount every year at Halloween. It's awesome!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Apparently, somebody opened up a new account yesterday using my debit card. WTF? No dvd's have been sent out, but they have the person's email address, and I assume they have the mailing address as well.
1. How did my account # get stolen?
2. Why would someone steal my account # and then open up an $11 Netflix account?
I'm VERY glad that whoever got my account # is an idiot. And that I spotted it this morning, and not a few days from now. No telling what would have been charged on there...a pack of gum, a movie ticket, and *gasp* a burger & fries??!?!? (insert scary music here)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
To Write Love On Her Arms
Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."
would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.
Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.
She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.
The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her c hurch, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.
She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.
I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes
Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show.
She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies.
On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope.
Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired.
After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff.
She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life.
As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."
I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly.
We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.
We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home.
I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.
I get chill bumps every time I watch it. Every single time.
I'm going to the OU/Nebraska game on Saturday, it will be my first game of the season, which is just crazy.
There is nothing like sitting in the stands with 85,000 other crazy football fans, surrounded by a sea of crimson and cream, screaming at the top of your lungs, your heart racing...
There's only 1 Oklahoma.
Friday, October 24, 2008
I've been spending a lot of time on the wheel since I started this pottery class at McMurry. The more I throw, the better I get. I'm still experimenting with glazes until I find my favorite combo. I'm getting close though...
My goal is to make my own dinnerware set: bowls, plates, cups, etc. It takes a lot of practice to make a set look like a set, i.e. throwing the same size and shape. I'm excited about how far I've come, and I am definitely looking forward to my trip to Gruene this weekend for the Texas Clay Festival. Learning from amazing potters, getting to watch them do what they do...excitement!!