Thursday, August 30, 2012

Ghost of Gameday Past

How's about a little Throwback Thursday on the blog today?

College football kicks off this weekend with a home game against Central Arkansas at my beloved Ole Miss.

I attended my first home football game as a college student almost exactly six years ago.

Four years of college + 2 years post-grad and I'm still here.

I just can't leave. If you've been to the Grove, you'll understand.

If you haven't, come visit me!

Hotty Toddy.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Stay Off My Lawn

I always imagined I'd be one of those old biddies who sits on her porch and yells at the neighborhood kids to stay off her lawn.

I never thought I'd turn into one before I was 25.

This weekend, as usual, I went to my favorite bar. The Library is my lawn. I'm a regular. I know all the bartenders. They know my order. I'm surprised they haven't named a drink (vodka water no lime) after me. Or at least a bar stool. 

I've been frequenting the Library since I was 18.

I don't ever remember acting like the now 18 (and 19 and 20 and 21) year olds.

They're rude and inconsiderate and trashy. And they're on my lawn.

I don't like the lines. I don't like the crowds.

I also don't like that there's nothing I can do about it. School is back in session and I choose to set up my lawn chair* at the most crowded bar in a college town. 

But, I am not above yelling at the kids anyway.


*Figure of speech. We don't sit in lawn chairs. This isn't Starkville.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Hell Week

If any of you are familiar with the Greek system (fraternities and sororities), then you know about Hell Week.

It's where active fraternity members make pledges drive them around, buy them beer, clean their cars with toothbrushes..

It's where Dr. Elliot Reid / Stella forces Hilary Swank and Six from Blossom to eat glass (it was really eggshells) and stand in their undies on a table while all the other girls circle their physical flaws with Sharpies.

from Dying to Belong

 Seriously guys. That doesn't really happen.

Anyway. Last week was Hell Week for me. And not the fun, torturous kind. The busiest week at work I've ever had kind.

I took off Monday but still managed to rack up quite a few overtime hours.

I gave presentations to old faculty, new faculty, and students. I scheduled classes, I tested equipment, I trained professors, I trained students. I had lunch with the Chancellor.

Aside from the tedious preparations and the almost nervous breakdowns, I enjoyed it. It was nice to get out of my office, walk across our beautiful campus, and socialize with people outside of my usual coworkers. 
(Plus, there are some fine looking new faculty members.)
 I'm glad Hell Week is over and I'm almost back to a normal schedule.

I've missed you.

Friday, August 10, 2012

And Then... Dude, Where's My Car? [Part II]

[Part I here.]

After calling all around (and driving all around) Oxford, I knew it was time to file a police report. A stolen vehicle report. On my vehicle.

My sister picked me up and we went to the police department. She did all the talking, as I was somewhere between silent shock and devastated tears. 

Basic questions.

Did you call all the towing companies?


Could your car have been repossessed?

No, the first payment is due next week.


The officer took us to speak with the chief about filing the report. She suggested that he call all the towing companies again to double check. He was gone for about ten minutes.

He returned with a somber look on his face and walked right by us into the chief's office. "It's at Shivers," I heard him say.

"Now, did you say you wanted your car back or you wanted it impounded?"

I wish my first feeling had been relief...but it was anger. I called them twice. (Relief came very soon after.)

When we arrived at Shivers, I saw my car parked in the front of the lot. It was one of maybe three cars that weren't wrecked. I entered the office and told them I was there to pick up my car.

Which car?

It's the 2008 black Jeep Patriot.


You can see it from the window.

*runs my card*

You know, you should probably check your lot before you tell someone you don't have their car because they're likely to think it's stolen and file a police report.

Sign this.

There was no apology, no acknowledgment, no emotion. I had tears running down my face as I signed the receipt. (And I'm not a cryer.) But my tears were left unnoticed.

I hope I never find myself in that situation again, but if I do...I pray it's not at Shivers.   

Confession: I know every word to Dude, Where's My Car? so it was really only a matter of time before something like this happened to me. I'm just glad I didn't get into all the shenanigans Jesse and Chester got into.


Thursday, August 9, 2012

Dude, Where's My Car? [Part I]

Saturday night, I met some friends on the Square for dinner. After dinner, we went to the sports bar to have a drink and watch the Olympics for an hour or so. Of course, NBC waited to show Michael Phelps' last gold medal win until late in the evening, so "a drink for an hour" turned into a few. Drinks and hours.

I'm a cautious person/law-abiding citizen who doesn't drive even after one drink, so I got a ride home. I'm obviously not cautious or law-abiding enough to not leave my car in the tow away zone by the Presbyterian Church on a Saturday night, though.

I completely understand the purpose of towing away the "bar crowd" so that the "church crowd" has a place to park on Sunday mornings. In fact, I'm an active member of both of those crowds (albeit not Presbyterian).

I didn't even know my car had been towed until late Sunday evening when I finally had a chance to pick it up. Once I realized it was gone, I decided I'd wait until my lunch break the next day to go get it. Thankfully, I have two cars right now as I'm obviously not trying hard enough to sell my Land Rover. (Contact me if you're interested.)

"Where's your car, dude?"

I had asked around and been informed that First Pres uses Shivers Towing for their towing needs. They were my first call.

My car got towed from the Square near South Depot and the Presbyterian Church. It's a black Jeep Patriot. Do you have it?

No. We don't have A Jeep.

I then called two more towing companies who didn't have it either. The second suggested I call the Police Department. I did. They had no record of my car being towed but gave me numbers to two more places. No dice. After I called every towing company and body shop in Oxford, I tried Shivers again. They still had no black Jeep Patriot. 

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Cheers to Six Months

I always imagined I'd have my life together by age 25.

"Together" does not mean married with children. At the current moment, that thought makes me shudder.

I'm really not quite sure what "together" means. 

Maybe it means paying all my own bills. (Oh wait, I've been doing that since I was 18.) Maybe it means knowing what I want in life and going after it. (Cause I have no idea.) Maybe it means drinking coffee, fixing my hair, and putting on makeup every morning before work. (As of now I sit on my couch in my robe eating Cheerios and watching Daria until 7:55.)

Whatever it is, I have six months to figure it out. 6 months from today will be my 25th birthday.

So cheers to the next 6 months. I have a lot of shenanigans to get out of my system.


Monday, August 6, 2012

American Idol

Last Tuesday, most of you were watching The Fab Five win Olympic gold and become idols to little girls all over America.

I was watching a different kind of American Idol.

Morgan, Rachel, and I drove down to Jackson, Mississippi, home of Skylar Laine, to watch the American Idol live tour 2012.

I had never seen a season of American Idol before this one. A good friend of mine encouraged us all to watch the audition rounds because her little sister was auditioning. I tuned in, hoping to get a glimpse and maybe hear her sing.

I got more than a glimpse, as Skylar made it to Top 5. I also fell in love with a few other contestants along the way.

Seeing the Top 10 contestants perform live experience.
As the show began, we saw a familiar blonde hairstyle and I squealed a bit (as I have a little girl crush on Colton Dixon). Erika Van Pelt must have accidentally walked into Colton's dressing room before the show because that hair I squealed over...was hers. A few other times throughout the concert, I got them mixed up. It made me uncomfortable.

 The top 10 (or 9, really) performed lots of fun (cheesy) group songs and dances. Don't worry, I sang along to the songs I knew. 

After 3 or 4 songs, we became anxious. There was no sign of Phillip. Skylar had only made a short appearance. What I thought was Colton had actually been EVP. Had we come to the wrong show?

But then, DeAndre's hair made an appearance and I knew we were in the right place. Soon after, we got some antics from Heejun and a killer performance from Elise Testone.

Then there was Hollie and Jessica and we got to see even more of Skylar. That girl can perform, let me tell you. I can't wait to see her on her own tour. 

via CourtneyAnn Jackson, Fox 40 News

Colton gave us chills with his version of Piano Man and Joshua brought the house down with Man's World and then we finally got to see Phillip.

Phillip Phillips, the American Idol. 
(Phillip Phillips, who I have a serious grown woman crush on. Grown woman as in 24. I'm only 24. Phillip.)

The first portion of the show had been geared toward the younger audience. With the poppy songs and the choreographed group numbers and the costumes and the awful backdrops. But this. This was for the adults. For the moms, the ladies, the girls who have actually gone through puberty...the Fifty Shades of Grey crowd, if you will.

That video is not from our show because I was obviously too busy drooling to record it. But you get the idea.

via CourtneyAnn Jackson, Fox 40 News   

It was a great show and I can't wait to see all of the American Idol contestants make it big. I'll be at many of their concerts in the future.

my favorite concert buddies

Friday, August 3, 2012

Confessional Friday

I am swamped at work. Like, right now. I'm at my desk and I'm swamped. So this will be short.

I guess, technically, that was my first confession. Blogging at work when I have so much to do.

I've been keeping a secret. I attended a very exciting concert this week where a certain sexy someone sang a sultry version of an Usher song while hunched over his guitar. Post to come next week.

I ate lunch at a Mexican restaurant today. After listening to what I would call "the Mexican backstreet boys", a familiar voice came over the speakers. I thought to myself, "is that the Mexican Enrique Iglesias?" No, Faye -- that would be the Spanish Enrique Iglesias. Better known as Enrique Iglesias.

Yesterday, I went to the registrar's office on campus to pick up my diploma. I graduated over two years ago. I'm a procrastinator. BUT, it only took me a day to have it framed and hanging in my office.

I have to give FOUR presentations in front of faculty members in less than two weeks. I'm way more nervous about what to wear than what to say.

Happy Friday!
Do you have any confessions?