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Lame Post Time: Recap of My Week

This is just a post to say, whoa, sorry, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted. Somehow this past week became BUSY. Here’s a quick recap:

– Rangers sucked it up for two games and then pulled it together. Watching them right now – it is essential that they win these home games!

– COLLEGE FOOTBALL. Freaking hurray!

– College basketball starts this week. On that note, here’s a cute picture and a funny story. Picture = my two sisters in their costumes from their sorority’s act in our college’s big musical revue.

And the story. My parents never came to events when I was in college, so this year was their first year to go to the homecoming festivities. While the Littlest Sister was walking around with us, Jo and I kept seeing this extremely tall guy and wondering why he looked familiar to us. After we stared for a while, we sent Amy over to ask him his name, since of course, she’s 12 and adorable.

So, she walks over, taps him on the back and he stoops down. She says, ” What’s your name?” He tells her and she walks back to us and says, “I couldn’t understand him.” Psssh. Useless, just useless. So, we give up on our quest.

Later, Amy’s standing with our father, and asks him, “Dad, what’s that guy’s name?” He tells her, and she freaks out. Why? Because he’s a player who happened to get in trouble for some substance problems recently (and by substance problems, I mean he passed out in the drive-thru of Taco Bell….sigh). Amy runs over to us, stomps her foot, and says, “You made me speak to a crackhead; I could have died!”

Poor innocent little chica. For one thing, it was so not a crack issue. And for another, the problem that he had typically just makes people hungry, not violent (hence, Taco Bell).  😉

Okay, so I got a little sidetracked. Back to my list of what happened this week.

– I dressed up as Snow White this year for Halloween. The girls at the office wanted to dress up — I’ve never been a big fan of Halloween – we didn’t celebrate it growing up, but my friends wanted me to join in, so I did. We had two regular Disney princesses (me and L as Ariel) and two zombie Disney princesses – scary! I realized that I’ve been typecast as Snow White – I’ve been Snow White four times in my life.

– On a completely unrelated note, I was called a snow bunny. Apparently, this is a very derogatory term (link to very inappropriate Urban dictionary definition). To which, I would like to respond by saying, “Ummm….hello….I’m married.” But anyway, I was quite offended, and I told one of the graphic designers I work with that I was offended because I am actually part African-American. He totally believed it. Hehehe. It’s funny because, remember, I’ve been Snow White for four Halloweens – I’m dark-haired, blue-eyed and Irish-freckled.

– We have Trick-or-Treaters! We’ve had, among other things, Cookie Monster, Mario, Power Ranger and a Lucha Libre wrestler. Also, I would like to point out that if you’re a teenage girl not in costume but old enough to have cleavage pouring out of your tank top, you’re too old to trick-or-treat. I mentioned this to Ducks and he said, “Oh, I didn’t notice.” Either he’s the best man on earth or a big fibber.

– I went to buy some chair covers for some wingback chairs my mom gave me. I was super proud of myself for finding a coupon and taking it with me. And THEN, I forgot to use any of my gift cards to pay for it. Grr…

Really, I’ve got nothing else. I’m hosting a jewelry party to help my friend start her business this week, so that should be interesting. I’m behind on ALL my blog reading, so, tell me, how was your week?!

American Samoa: Football and Fortitude

You guys should watch this video – it’s really interesting/touching.

The embedded video is from YouTube, but this at CBSNews is better quality.

This clip, from 60 Minutes, is about American Samoa, where my grandmother is from. It’s called “American Samoa: Football Island” because so many football players come from Samoan heritage. There are actually several videos that you should watch, including the Haka War Dance, which all my cousins do, and the video on Troy Polomalu, probably the most famous Samoan player in the League right now.

I’m including the clip of Troy’s video here for Jamie, his biggest fan. 🙂

Honestly, the reason I’m posting this is just as some food for thought. These kids grow up with nothing. They are poor; their home has recently been devastated by a natural disaster; they don’t have a lot of opportunities available to them in life. What do they have? Football. They know that football is a way to a better life for them and their family. They have heart and they put their natural abilities of size and strength to work. A boy growing up in American Samoa is 40 times more likely to make it to the NFL than a boy growing up in the States. Why?

If you watch the video, you’ll see – the kids play without proper equipment, without resources, without all the things that are “necessary” for kids in America to develop into professional athletes – all the Select teams and the sharp uniforms. These kids literally store their equipment in a rusted out old bin. Their helmets are taped together; their jerseys are makeshift and their practice fields are such that American kids wouldn’t deign to scrimmage on – mud and rocks and dirt. But, they have heart, and it shows.

My mom’s mother was born in Pago Pago, Samoa. She had the good fortune to be sent to Catholic school in Hawaii when she was 10. While living on Hawaii in her teens, she met my grandfather (not Samoan), who was serving in the Navy. They moved to America, where my mom and her brother and sisters were born. I’m grown up eating palusami and doing traditional dances my whole life, but I’ve never been there and I’ve never witnessed firsthand the lives that these young people lead.

Samoans have huge hearts — my grandmother can trace a family or personal connection to every Samoan person we have ever met, whether at the Polynesian Revue at Epcot or at a small community church in Central Texas.

When I say that last thing, I’m not just providing a whimsical example. My grandmother was actually allowed to go backstage at the Polynesian Revue because people knew her. When an article about Samoan dance was featured in a newspaper I read for work at my previous job, I emailed the pastor who was quoted in the article. I literally said, “I grew up in East Texas. My grandmother still lives there; she’s from Samoa and I really enjoyed the recent article in XYZ paper.” He wrote me back and said, “Is your grandmother Malia who owns XYZ in [East Texas city]?” It’s crazy.

The connections, the drive, the sense of family – they’re all such important parts of this portion of my heritage. I am so proud of these kids and the way they take nothing for granted in their lives. We can all learn a great deal from their perseverance.

Talofa and thanks for reading! 🙂

What We Did. Also known as, how my husband ruined my life

So, we decided to go to the game. I think, overall it was a good decision. We had a good time. We got a tan … kind of. I got to sit in the bleachers between my two sisters and yell a lot and sing the fight song and make fun of people. Oh, and we also won, which always makes everything better. Only one truly horrible incident occurred to mar the day, and it was severely emotionally scarring (really, only to me. No one else’s emotions were affected in the writing of this blog). It took me two touchdowns and a field goal to get over it.

Here’s what happened:
The tipping point in our decision to go to the game was the fact that an acquaintance from our school’s sport message board offered us free tickets. We just had to go by his tailgate and take him some beer. So, we purchased the beer and I baked some aopapilla cheesecake to accompany it and to take to their tailgate as a thanks for them saving us a great deal of money on tickets.

I went to my JL project in the morning then came home and put on my game gear (note to New Teacher New Wife – casual attire: team shirt, skirt and metallic flip flops). And we drove to the game. I actually drove us, which I rarely do, so that Ducks could do a little more reading on the drive. When we got there, it was only an hour to gametime, which to my husband is tantamount to being at least an hour late.

I dropped him off near the main tailgating area so he could find and retrieve our tickets, then drove away in search of parking. However, all the parking close to the stadium was for sale and since I let Ducks out, I had no cash. I never have cash, which is often problematic; however, this was not the traumatic occurrence i finally found free parking about a half mile from the stadium and walked around trying to find Ducks. But my phone didn’t work (curse you, AT&T) and so we couldn’t find each other because of course we hadn’t made a plan. We’re irresponsible and stupid like that.

So I walked around, got dust all over my flip-flopped feet and got sweaty, gross and disgruntled. I also forgot to mention that I was carrying around four beers in my purse to give Message Board Guy in exchange for our tickets. Why four? Because the whole six-pack wouldn’t fit and I was embarrassed to wander about all alone carrying a six-pack of beer at our private, uptight university.

Fast-forward a little. We don’t find the guy, game time is upon us and we are ticketless, which is causing a state of agitation in both of us, but especially in my husband. He finally locates someone with extra ticket to sell and buys them, which then negates the whole purpose of the trip (exulting over the free tickets).

As we get ready to enter the stadium, we walk past Touchdown Alley (the tailgate area) one last time. I see a trash can and take the opportunity to divest myself of the beers in my purse, since they can’t be taken in the stadium. And then my eyes light upon a glorious sight – the college basketball team.

Now, I may have mentioned a few times that I like sports. But, above all other sports teams — more than the Cowboys, more than the Mavericks, more than the Rangers, etc, etc — I love this basketball team. Seriously love. Like, stalker level. In fact, I have actually stalked them and made the players take photos with my sisters and me. I’m pretty sure I would ace a quiz if these players’ middle names, hometowns and nicknames. And, yes, I may have Facebook friended some of them (mainly Frellis, our fam fave – not his real name).

So I’m throwing away the beer and I see the team. And I am struck with inspiration. I’ll give them the sopapilla cheesecake. That will OBVIOUSLY make them love and remember me and will win their loyalty for all time.

I turn to take the cheesecake from Ducks —



And by thrown it in the trash, I meant to say ruined my life. My dreams of becoming the team’s patron bakeress and close personal friend to future NBA stars went completely went up in flames.

I seriously considered fishing them out of the trash and still taking them over there. They were wrapped in about 17,000 thicknesses of saran wrap so there is no way a single molecule of garbage touched them. But I decided that giving the much-acclaimed basketball team food salvaged from the trash would be generally frowned upon. It could, technically, I suppose, be considered an act of poisoning. So, sigh, away we walked, leaving a dream behind in the gritty dust.

Anyway, suffice it to say that I was not well-pleased or very congenial company for the first part of the game. To be honest, it wasn’t totally Ducks’ fault. I didn’t tell him of my brilliant plan so he was not to be blamed.

But then we went into the game and won. And my sister Beth made a pact with me to visit the basketball team’s tailgate next home game on my behalf (she actually is friends with several of them) So all was well with the world.

Hope your weekends were filled with glorious adventures!

Decisions, Decisions

Okay, blog readers, I feel the need to take a little poll. Since you already know about my husband’s all-consuming obsession with sports, and with college sports in particular, I must ask you this.

Should we, or should we not, go to our college’s football game this weekend?

Reasons Why We Should Go:

It’s still early in the semester.

It’s still early in the season.

Our team will win, and of course, we want to be part of it.

Ducks is completely up-to-date on reading.

Ducks really wants to go.

He usually doesn’t do a lot of studying on Saturdays – tries to take a bit of a break for at least part of the day.

My parents will be there.

Reasons Why We Should Not Go:

It’s a long drive.

Gas money and tickets are expensive.

He should probably spend the time studying.

I have to work at a volunteer project in the morning.

My parents will be there.

So, the options are thus:

A. Attend the game and don’t study – spend the day taking a break.

B. Don’t attend the game – get ahead on reading and work.

C. Study in the morning, then go to the game in the afternoon.

Our fates rest in your hands, blog readers! Let me know whether I should be piling on my school spirit a la New Teacher New Wife’s post, or whether I should diligently do chores (and maybe some painting) while my husband studies it up.

2Ls, Cheese and Randomness

This blog post is pobably going to consist of several random things and a whole lot of spelling errors as I’m actually laying in bed, thumb-typing with my iPhone. Why, yes, I am aware that it’s 9:20 and very few self-respecting adults under the age of, oh, 85 are actually sleeping right now. But, allergies know no age and mine are being especially cruel to me. Plus, let’s just be honest – Laying in bed is comfortable. If I were sitting downstairs on the couch, I’d be doing the exact same thing but would have the TV on at the same time. Not any less lazy, just lazy with better PR.

So…here are a few of my observations lately:

1) 2Ls are awesome. I’m sure this is not always the case but the ones that I have met so far are extremely nice, helpful and very mentor-like. The particular 2Ls I’ve met have prepped Ducks on what to expect, given the lowdown on professors, etc, etc. Maybe it’s just because their first year is still so fresh on their minds that they’re willing to provide fonts of useful information, but it’s been very helpful and reassuring to him. So, if you’re in school now or planning to be, go find a nice 2L and get some advice. Both the students Ducks has talked with didn’t know him at all before their first meeting (one is Kate’s lovely boyfriend and the other I met while doing some JL volunteer work) but they both treated like an old friend and took him under their mentoring wings.

Okay, enough about that – now some interesting stuff.

2) I really don’t know how I married a man who doesn’t like cheese. Seriously. When we met up with one of the 2Ls for dinner on Friday, we went to an Italian place. Ducks ordered beef ravioli and he didn’t finish all his food (which is kind of rare because he is pretty tall and works out a lot). Afterward, I asked him why he didn’t finish it and he said, “it had too much cheese.” To which I responded, “Are we speaking the same language here?” But then, cheese is one of my food downfalls. I am pretty sure I have never uttered the phrase “too much cheese” in my life.

3) I won a Twitter contest today!!!!!!! I probably shouldn’t talk about this and try to keep up the pretence of anonymity but I just don’t even care – I was so excited. My alma mater gave away some football tickets on Twitter and I won them – wahoo!

4) I never realized the extreme lure of fire for tiny people. For drunk people maybe (one of Ducks’ college roommates got severe burns from thinking that walking in a fire was a fantastic idea – after all, he was obviously way tougher than some expletive-expletive fire. Yeah…. Not so much). But when we went to my friend Mandee’s birthday party this weekend, her little cousins spent at least two hours throwing grass, leaves, twigs and other flammable materials into the firepit, really with no goal in mind but to watch conflagrations of sparks fly upward. They were at least an hour and a half into their endeavor before they even considered the possibility of making smores. Pretty sure that would have ranked way higher on my campfire priority list. But they were cute.

5) Looking at my DVR list makes me very sad. Why? Because there are about 47 different shows sitting on there just waiting to be watched. But, there’s no one available to do the watching. Shawn Spencer’s psychic powers are on hold, no one’s getting chopped and Michael Scott is desperately holding in a “That’s what she said” somewhere out there in DVR world. But, alas, I’m too busy and plan to remain so with the beginning of college football this week…yes!

Because every numbered list needs a multiple of five or some reasonable other parameter, I’ll stop here. And actually go to sleep instead of typing away. Night! 😉