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2月26日

Perceptions...

I got the wind knocked outta my sails this past weekend. My already poor self-image took a hit. I've always prided myself on being a realist and painfully honest with myself, and I know I'm much more honest about my weaknesses than any strengths I might think I have. Anyway, I know I'm no beauty but hope that my funny personality and "young" attitude make up for physical weaknesses. I'm not even talking romance stuff here - I mean just general image. Well, this man at one of the ballgames I was working started asking me about some stuff and I finally stopped him and asked what he was talking about. Turns out he thought I was this lady that advertises on local television about genealogy searches. Ohhhhhhhh. Greaaaat. She's a hag. And I'm pissed because I could absolutely be saving a small fortune by not buying the makeup and hair products I've purchased to be "girly" and "presentable." The hag doesn't wear makeup, doesn't have a hairstyle, and I do - but I'm still mistaken for her by at least one ol' guy. Now that's some shit that reallllly makes you wanna stay in bed in the morning with the covers over yer head. Ugh.
 
I started watching people at work today, wondering what their perceptions of themselves could be. Most coaches are former athletes and usually are not at a loss for self-confidence. If not that, then at the least mucho bravado. I see a lot of kids who think they're one good game away from an NBA or NFL scout giving them the opportunity of a lifetime. There are several people at work who obviously think they are more well-liked than they truly are, and I don't know whether I feel sorry for them or envy them. I wish I thought I were well-liked by everyone but I know better thanks to that ol' realist thang. I used to stress because I wanted not only to be liked by everyone but to be most people's favorite. Thank God I gave that up. (Except for nieces and nephews - it's still very important that I am the fave aunt. And I am, but I work at it.) The one good thing about getting older is the ability, and realization that it's okay, to give up on senseless shit like that.
 
Okay, so if I can give up wanting to be everyone's fave why do I get depressed because some ol' guy I barely know mistook me for a hag? Let's not get bogged down in logic - it just clouds the mind.
 
AND all that is why I like dogs.
 
Speaking of pets...my friend's 17 year old cat died in her arms this weekend. Yech. How hard would that be? I sent her flowers today because I understand that sadness (as many of you do). She's having her cat cremated. She was upset because some people in her office had looked at her sideways when she told them about the cremation, so I assured her that I understood not wanting the cat in the landfill. I have an urn full of dog ashes on my mantle for crying out loud. I told her not to pay any attention to those people because they obviously do not understand how special a pet can be, especially for people who live in a house without other people. Besides, it's her cat and her money and it don't matter shit nor shinola to anybody else how she spends it.
 
Dear Miz Nadine Hightower - Tonight I am an Okie fan!! It would reallllly help my Fightin' Texas Aggies if Oklahoma could upset Kansas!! It'd be great to go into the Big 12 Tournament at #1 seed.
 
I perceive that it's time to stop. Judging from the lack of posted comments on my space the last few months, most of my buds/readers perceived that a long time ago. Ha!!
 
Y'all take care...
 
 
2月22日

Raccoon Hunt

CF Raccoon Hunt Set This Weekend
The annual Raccoon Hunt and Dog Show benefiting the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation is set for Friday and Saturday in Atlanta, said Ashley Jamison, special events coordinator for the foundation's Tyler office.

About 250 dogs are expected to compete, she said. Events also include a dinner and auction.

For information on how to participate, call 903-799-1181.Tickets are $25 for the hunt and$10 to enter the dog show.

The foundation raises money for research and treatment of cystic fibrosis, a genetic disease that causes the body to produce mucus that causes lung infections and impairs digestion.
from:  Tyler Morning Telegraph 2/22/07
 
What a great marketing/fundraising idea this is!! I mean, golf tournaments and fun runs are just so DONE nowadays, so why not go Coon Hunting? Please don't, by any stretch of your imagination, try to compare a "Raccoon Hunt" to, say, a Fox Hunt like they have in England. You know, with beautiful horses, elegantly-clad hunters, cute little beagles... Oh, no. A Coon Hunt usually consists of a bunch of rednecks in camo with shotguns and tall, skinny dogs. Die-hard hunters have old pickup trucks with dog pens built onto the truck bed, but all have dog pens of some sort. "Back in the day" hunters went to the woods to go coon-hunting in the hopes of finding a raccoon for supper. Nowadays they "plant" a raccoon so they're sure they'll find one. Instead of hunting the poor little ol' thing for supper they have developed new criteria for the hunt. They all release their dogs at the same time then time them to see who finds the coon first. There are points for different things related to hunting but I don't know what they are. (I'm not full-blooded redneck so am not privy to all their secrets.) The cool thing about coon-dogs is the way they alert hunters when they've tree-ed a coon. They don't bark - they howl. They howl with a deep, loud moan that sounds like they're saying "cooooooon coooooooooon." Every hunter is in tune with the nuances of their dog's call, similar to the way a mother can tell which cry is her own baby's even in a room full of crying babies. The good thing about coon-dogs is that they are well cared for if they're good. If they're not good at coon-hunting, well, the hunter usually shoots the dog. Sometimes life ain't pretty.
 
One day I was watching "The View" back when it was still "The View" and not "The Rosie O'Donnell Show." Star Jones made a comment that she had gotten a hateful-sounding e-mail from someone who referred to her as a "coon." She had never heard that word used as a slur and didn't know what the writer was talking about. Well, just so happens that some people, in some parts of the south, call black people "coons." I'm not sure why except, according to rumored history, the KKK would use their [rac]coon dogs to chase black men through the woods before they beat them or hung them. I know....pretty gross, huh? I say this in an effort to commend the writer of the above article for being politically correct/politically sensitive and using "Raccoon" instead of just "coon" so there would be no mixup on the purpose of the hunt. Good grief. I just offended myself.
 
My Mother stayed with me for a few months prior to her passing. I have allergies so I wouldn't let her smoke in the house. One night I got up to check on her and she wasn't in her bed. I opened the front door and there's my mother, sitting in a lawn chair in her nightgown smoking a cigarette, surrounded by about seven raccoons. It was a family of them. She had been going out around 2:00 in the morning for several nights to smoke, and usually took a snack with her. Graham crackers or cereal or something. I guess the raccoons got used to seeing her so came to check her out and she gave them a snack. They were friends from then on. This wouldn't be so odd except for the fact that I live right in the middle of town. I told several friends about my Mom's late-night friends and they all had a raccoon story, and they all live in town, too. They had to feed their cats in the house because the 'coons kept eating all the cat food. One friend found a 'coon inside his house eating cat food - he came through the pet-door. I asked him if the raccoon tore the house up like in the Disney movie I had seen as a child. The movies where the animals got inside the houses/cabins and tore up the place always bothered me a lot for some reason.
 
Well, that's all I have on raccoons today. OH, by the way, in the article it says the Raccoon Hunt is in Atlanta. That's Atlanta, TEXAS. The city limits signs for Atlanta, Texas are nailed to the front and back of the same tree. If you blink as you drive through you'll miss the whole town. I do hope they're able to raise a bunch of money for cystic fibrosis. Yee-haw.
 
 
 

 
2月18日

"Muddy Gras" from Tyler Morning Telegraph

Muddy Gras: East Texas Twist
(Staff Photo By Zachary Hill)
MUDDIN’: Festival-goers get down in the mud Saturday at the third annual Muddy Gras festival in Athens.
By CINDY MALLETTE
Staff Writer

ATHENS - With a surplus of mud, country music and free-spirited fun (and a notable lack of showers), the third annual Muddy Gras festival could be considered the redneck Woodstock.

"I haven't taken a shower since Thursday morning, but we keep a plentiful supply of Wet Wipes" said Erin Wright, who came to Muddy Gras to celebrate her "divorciversary" with 15 or so friends. "Here's the rules: you change your underwear, you wash your face and you brush your teeth. That's all you have to do."

According to Oscar Still, owner of Texas Redneck Events, which put together the Muddy Gras festival, about 6,000 people have attended this year's event. Many have camped out on the grounds of the Pool Ranch ATV Park since Thursday in motor homes and tents. Most brought four-wheelers because, as the name suggests, the point is getting dirty.

"It's wild," said Shane Ellison, a resident of Austin who helped plan musical entertainment for the festival. "You've got people trying to outdo each other on a four-wheeler. You've got mud pits up to your waist. Some people are scared, some people aren't."

Ellison and his wife, Kristy, have been to one other festival sponsored by Texas Redneck Events - the Redneck Games, which was held in Alto last August.

"It's fun. I mean, we have our four-wheelers and our travel trailer and all of our stuff. But when we first came we brought a tent, and we were like, 'No, that ain't gonna work,'" Kristy Ellison said. "It's just hard because you're so muddy and so dirty and you can't shower off or anything."

Pool Ranch ATV Park is 3,000 acres, with a large campground and a maze of trails that intersect hills and creeks. Two notorious mud-and-water-filled spots on the trails, "Jurassic Park" and "The Lake," were jam-packed with four-wheelers. Lines formed at the steepest gullies as people waited to drive their vehicles into the waist-high mud. Four-wheeler after four-wheeler overturned in the slick mess, tossing drivers and passengers into the mud.

Kyle Rawlinson's four-wheeler got stuck as he attempted to navigate through a particularly deep point. Luckily, he and his wife Lindsey kept rope in storage compartments on their four-wheelers, so through a little team effort he was able to pull his vehicle free.

"There are three things you always need to have with you when you go four-wheeling," Lindsey Rawlinson said. "Wet wipes, rope and gloves."

"You should also take your jewelry off before you go four-wheeling," she added after taking a spill into the muck.

Several competitions were held Saturday afternoon, including a best Muddy Gras costume, a Mr. Muddy Gras and a Ms. Muddy Gras.

Angel Nix's honor of being named Ms. Muddy Gras came after a lengthy online voting process that culminated with an audience vote on Saturday. She entered the contest through the Texas Redneck Events' MySpace Web page by submitting a photo for an online vote. Voting took place for one month and five finalists were chosen from the list of candidates.

The final decision came Saturday afternoon, when she and another finalist went head-to-head in a dance-off onstage in the middle of the campgrounds. Ms. Nix won by audience applause.

"It makes me feel really good to be a mother and win this," said Ms. Nix, who has three children, ages 7, 9 and 10.

Along with the title came a $500 cash prize, and she said she already has plans for the money.

"I'll probably pay some bills - yes, definitely pay some bills," she said.

A marriage proposal also took center stage when Chance Craig asked girlfriend Tyann Dickens to be his wife. During a break in the Ms. Muddy Gras contest, Craig led Ms. Dickens by hand to the stage, where he got down on one knee and proposed. Still, who was also emcee for the Ms. Muddy Gras contest, made the couple promise to get married onstage at the next Redneck Games, which will take place in August. The location has not yet been set.

"I don't know why I decided to do it today," Craig said after proposing in front of hundreds of attendees.

Ms. Dickens said she and Craig had been talking about getting married in August anyway, but never officially got engaged.

"We'd talked about it, and we said August, but it was getting kind of close," Ms. Dickens said. "Then, he just did this."

Entertainment Saturday night was provided by country rock bands Uncle Lucius, Morrison-Williams and the Seth James Band.

Still said he estimated that 6,000 people had attended the event since Thursday and that the number may reach 8,000 by Sunday night.

"I'm expecting there'll be a lot more people," he said.

Still said that, despite the mixture of a party-like atmosphere and an abundance of four-wheelers, there had been no accidents and no arrests so far.

"Everything's been smooth," he said.

The Henderson County Sheriff's Office is providing security for the festival, and a percentage of all proceeds will go to support the Henderson County Peace Officers Association.

This year's event was sponsored by Wulf Outdoor Sports of Athens. Muddy Gras continues through 6 p.m. Sunday.

Cindy Mallette covers Anderson, Henderson and Van Zandt counties. She can be reached at 903.596.6266. e-mail: news@tylerpaper.comNOW, DON'T THIS KIND O' THANG JES MAKE YA WANNA PACK UP ALL YER SHIT AND MOVE ON DOWN HERE T'TEXAS? WHO SEZ WE AIN'T FUN?

2月15日

Valentine Revised!!

Uh! I forgot to include my BEST Valentine! My oldest niece sent me a Val package two weeks ago that I finally got to open yesterday. After staring at the package for so long I couldn't wait to tear it open, and it was definitely worth the wait. Coconut/Caramel/Chocolate Kiss coffee, candy hearts, a pen, and a GROW YOUR OWN MILLIONAIRE! How great is that? All I have to do is put this little doll thing in water and he'll get big. Hilarious. What's really stupid is that I was drinking a cup of the delicious coffee yesterday while I blogged. DUH!?!
 
The baseball coach and his family brought me a small bouquet of flowers for Valentine's Day. They were waiting for me on my desk this morning. So thoughtful!!
 
Later...
2月14日

Valentines Day...

Blech!! Valentines Day stinks when ya ain't got no lover. Actually, potential lovers are the best because they get better prizes in anticipation of making you so happy you'll give 'em a little. Yeah, okay, call me cheap - but how many of y'all also "put out" for a box of chocolate and some grocery-store roses? Or a heart drawn on a cocktail napkin in a bar? Ha!!! (I made that one up....REALLY!)
 
Today I got e-cards from my son, my grandsons (thanks to my daughter-in-law), and flowers from my boss. I do believe the boss took pity on my bare naked flowerless desk. Whatever the reason, I appreciated the lovely white roses (3 of em). He bought my lunch, too. I wonder if he's gonna fire me tomorrow or something like that because he's normally very stingy. Hmmm. Ha!! He probably feels guilty for making fun of my upcoming 50th birthday. He'll celebrate his 40th a week after I mourn my 50th. Grrrr.
 
One of the [single] female coaches got "anonymous" flowers today. We all accused her of sending them to herself. I wonder...
 
My friend who is a retired NBA player came by to see me today. He told me that on my last day of work he's sending a huge limousine to take me home. Although that would be awesome, I think I would rather have the $300. Especially since I live about 5 minutes from work.
 
Poor ol' Anna Nicole Smith. Wow. I feel so incredibly sorry for that baby. The entire story is just so frickin' weird. She was (and still is) her very own soap opera.
 
Once again it's colder than a well-digger's ass in Alaska. I shouldn't complain. Our low for today was NYC's high. I'm conflicted everytime the weather is bad over what to do with Timber while I'm at work. I left him in today because it only got up to 34 but I know he gets bored in the utility room all day. We had a snow flurry around 10:00 this morning. You woulda thought we'd never seen snow in our lives. It lasted about two minutes and looked more like confetti than it did snow. Every Republican in town is saying things like, "So where's ol' Al Gore's damn global warming NOW?" Then they'll laughhhhh. Some people don't see anything past the end of their own noses. I can just hear them this summer when we start having grass fires and the lake gets low again from drought..."Well maybe ol' Al Gore's right about that damn global warming!" As if what happens in My County, Texas is the barometer of what's happening all over the world. Ha!!
 
Gotta go. LOST is gettin' good and I need to concentrate on it.
 
Happy Valentines Day.
 
 
 
 
2月12日

Misc....

The coolest thing happened! The weather has been "iffy" lately so I put Timber outside on Saturday afternoon for some fresh air. I stayed inside doing some laundry and other chores. After a coupla hours I let Timber back in because, well, because he's spoiled. We got up on the bed to take a nap and I noticed that the dog smelled GREAT! Turns out, the silly thing had been layin' under the dryer vent enjoying the warm air. As a result, he smelled like a dryer sheet! It was great. The downside of that was that he had a bunch of static electricity built up in his fur and when I reached down to pet him a lightening bolt the size of my arm jumped between the two of us. Stunned, we just kinda stared at each other for a few seconds. I know I was thinking, "What the f***?" and Timber had a similar expression on his face. Freaky.
 
Due to my procrastination I had to go to the post office during a thunderstorm at lunch today. Ugh. I should have had my poop together last week and mailed Valentines to the nieces and nephews before today, but I didn't. And today was the absolute latest they could be mailed and still have any hope of getting to Dallas, Austin, Waco, and Albuquerque before Wednesday. Now I have to keep my fingers crossed in the hopes that it all works out.
 
Have y'all ever heard of the store called "Big Lots"? It's full of stuff from other stores at closeout prices. The commercials on tv would have you believe that their stores are exactly like a regular retail store with shiny packages and smiling, friendly workers blah blah blah. In reality their merchandise is always picked over by the time I get there and shelves/displays are in a mess. They have foodstuffs there but you really have to check the expiration dates because most of the stuff is older than Moses. Clothing is often faded, ripped, and definitely outta style. I like this store, though, because you can get cheap holiday decorations, garden supplies, picture frames, etc. My nieces, however, tease me unmercifully about buying them "crap" from Big Lots. So, I went there and bought their Valentines. HA!! I bought my niece who likes butterflies a "garden ornament" one time at 75% off of their regular closeout price so it was about fifty cents. It was made of metal but had marbles on the wings. I thought it would be quite festive with the sun shining through the glassy colored marbles. Well, I took it to her when I went to their house for a garage sale. I went into the house for something and when I came back that little heifer had the butterfly on the garage sale table!!! It was really hilarious and has become a family joke about me buying Big Lots crap and them putting it in their next garage sale. It really was gaudy as hell. Ha!! When I was buying their Valentines I noticed that they had a BIGGER butterfly "sculpture" with marbles and I came soooooo close to buying it. I didn't want to waste the $15, though, so just chuckled to myself as I created a mini-movie in my head of me taking it to her, her laughing, and then her really putting it in a garage sale. Instead I got her something else...(can't say until after V-day!) Wow, that was kinda Walter Mitty-ish.
 
The local weatherman is predicting snow flurries for Valentine's day. Nothing will stick because it won't be cold long enough to freeze the ground. I don't think it's gonna get nearly as cold as predicted because Timber is shedding like a muth. I brushed enough hair offa his back yesterday to stuff a mattress. I saw a lady on HGTV one time that made yarn outta pet hair and then made things from the yarn. That would be a cool thing to learn to do. God knows I have plenty of materials! I could make rugs, sweaters (how itchy would THAT be?!), dog sweaters for hairless breeds...the possibilities are endless. I wonder, though, if I crocheted a rug would it fall apart every summer (due to shedding...)? Hmmm. I saw another lady who made homemade paper out of the lint from her dryer and other trash. That, too, would be a cool thing to do. Wow, when I retire I'm gonna do some of this weird stuff just to see how it would work out. The only stuff I have time to do now is my regular ol' sewing stuff. I'm making one of the babies a dress/romper combo. It's cute. I hope my niece lets her wear it. She's kinda picky about some stuff. I mean, hell's bells, she put a perfectly good piece of yard jewelry in the damn garage sale. Ha!!
 
I tell y'all what...I'm having to kick my own ass every morning to make myself get outta bed and go to work. I just do NOT want to go! I don't know if I'm lame-duckin' or if I'm just unhappy about some recent events or what my deal is. I just know I can't wait 'til December and my last day. I already anticipate being very busy at home after I retire, but busy doing stuff I enjoy! It's gonna be so frickin' awesome.
 
I couldn't go to sleep last night. I tossed and turned until somewhere around 3:00 a.m.. I'm fixin' ta hit the hay so I will hopefully get better sleep tonight. Ha. It drives my professor friend nuts when I say "fixin' ta". Sometimes my Texas drawl gets even deeper and it comes out as "fiddinta." If I slip and say this in front of him he goes into a tirade asking "What is broken? What are you fixing?" The one that bothers me is putting "at" at the end of a sentence. For instance, "where are you at?" My parents always said (very sarcastically) "between the 'a' and the 't'!" My other peave is "have got." Most people around here say "I've got" instead of just "I have." Grrrrrrr. Isn't it weird that those things drive me crazy and yet I'll say stuff like "fixin' ta"? Ha. I guess it just depends which woods you crawl out of or on which bend of the river your people lived.
 
Y'all take it easy. (Or however else you can get it.) If you don't hear from me before Wednesday, have a lovely Valentines Day. If I have a secret admirer out there who really wants to impress me, please send me the huge pink roses from www.jungleroses.com! I want those roses in the tiger box so bad I can taste 'em.
 
'Night!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2月4日

Hello, Sports Fans....

It's Super Bowl Sunday. Looks like the Colts are 'bout to win it. I didn't really care which team won but I was most partial to the Colts. I like Peyton Manning, and Dominic Rhodes played part of his college ball at the place where I work. Nice kid. However, my student assistant (Jermahl) is Lovie Smith's cousin and I live reallllly close to Big Sandy, TX. While I am tickled for a win by either team, I feel really bad for the other team's loss. I prefer to have one favorite. It's easier knowing that I'll be happy with a win or sad for a loss at the end of a contest, instead of feeling both. That probably doesn't make sense to anyone but me. I'm pleased for Tony Dungy. He's had a hard coupla years with his son committing suicide and stuff. He deserves a little happiness, if possible.
 
I AM SO PUMPED ABOUT MY FIGHTIN' TEXAS AGGIES BEATIN' KANSAS!! I'll by ten times happier if we beat Texas tomorrow night on Big Monday (ESPN). I've known Billy Clyde Gillespie (A&M's coach) since he was a young coach recruiting for Baylor University. He called me when he got the A&M job to see if I was still at my college. I told my boss (an A&M graduate) I knew the guy but I think he thought I was exaggerating my own importance...until Billy showed up at one of our ballgames to recruit somebody. When my boss saw us hugging and visiting he realized I wasn't kiddin'.
 
Congratulations to Mr. Michael Ervin for being selected to the NFL Hall of Fame. Ol' Michael had several run-ins with the law, you know, toward the end of his football playing days and after he retired. (Cocaine possession, etc.) So, let me re-cap. An NFL guy can be selected despite being convicted of a cocaine charge, but Mark McGwire wasn't selected to the MLB Hall of Fame because he used a legal growth enhancing substance? Where's the justice? Where's the frickin' logic??? Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa revived the entire MLB after it nearly killed itself with strikes. I just wonder if it makes a difference that Ervin is now a sportscaster (athletic pundit?) while McGwire has practically disappeared and doesn't grant interviews and stuff. I guess it just goes t'show ya that Ervin still knows how to "play the game..."
 
Wednesday is National Signing Day for the next batch of football guys (high school to college). I've been typing scholarship papers like a mad woman. I hope the guys honor their commitments despite our recent scandal of losing our head coach. I'm sure THAT hasn't cropped up in any conversations between our competitors and our recruits. Pffft.
 
How the f*ck does Shannon Sharpe keep his job as a sports announcer? I can't understand a word he says. Good grief.
 
Okay, this next thing isn't sports-related but it happened today as I got ready to go to a baseball game. There's an alley that runs alongside and behind my house. While I don't know the people who use the alley I am familiar with all the vehicles that normally pass through. This morning I saw an old black cadillac parked behind the garage apartment next door to me. The VACANT garage apartment. There were a coupla people sitting in the car. The fact that I knew the car didn't belong there combined with the way it was pulled way up as if in hiding made me nervous. I didn't call 911 but I did call and ask for a patrol car to pass by and check it out. They ended up arresting the guy on outstanding warrants and unpaid tickets. The "recovering" crack-head woman who lives in the upstairs garage apartment asked me if I called the cops on her friends. I lied and said "of course not." I can't shake the feeling that I will now be killed in my sleep for narcing on those people. I live on a quiet street of older homes except for the occasional drama that crack-head woman and her friends create. (This isn't the first incident.) I keep hoping her landlord will give her the boot but if he does she'll just move back in with her parents who live two doors down. Needless to say, I will be dragging my 20-gauge shotgun back outta hiding tonight so it'll be handy. Just call me "Angie Oakley."
 
I hope all o' y'all have a great week.