Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Choosing Green Over Blue



Photos courtesy of the Detroit Freepress

People down here in Atlanta tend to confuse Michigan State University (MSU) with the University of Michigan (U of M). I’m sure that would offend many in my hometown state, but it’s an honest mistake. I just remind people that it’s similar to Georgia Tech (where Doc. B. got a Ph.D.) being confused with the University of Georgia. They're both very good schools, for different reasons, but you certainly wouldn’t want to confuse the two.

I spent all but three years of my childhood in Michigan and most of that time was spent in towns half way between East Lansing, home of MSU and Ann Arbor, home to the U of M. But there was a four year period of time, from 5th grade through 8th grade, that I actually lived in Ann Arbor, just two miles from the U of M campus. I attended stone school elementary for two years where my only claim to fame was my football ability. Recess meant that I would skip jumping rope and playing jacks with the girls in favor of being the touch football quarterback. Why not, I was taller than all of those little 5th grade boys and none of them could block my passes. Then I moved on to Tappan Junior High for two years. This a famous school in Ann Arbor because it’s where Bob Seger went to Junior High. I was also a member of the Methodist Youth Fellowship (MYF) in downtown Ann Arbor. The church was just blocks from "The Diag", home of the annual April fools day "Hash Bash". The event takes place at "high" noon and I feel certain that a fly on the joint would likely hear the crowd chanting "Pot is an herb, Bush is a dope". Don’t worry mom, I never really skipped school and went to the hash bash, but I'm pretty confident that I lied to my friends and said I did. I will admit that I skipped MYF a time or two to waste a few quarters at Pinball Pete’s. But that’s all I’ll admit to today.

My childhood stint in Ann Arbor was way before Amber alerts, razor blades in apples, and crack. It was not uncommon for us kids to wander off about the city for hours. One year on a school snow day we even cross country skied to Briarwood mall. But the coolest thing was to get on our bikes on U of M game days and make our way to "The Big House", the U of M football stadium. If you waited until half time, you could get in for free. The place was amazingly big and awe-inspiring as a youngster - even adults are wowed by it. You had to remember where you locked your bike as it was a madhouse when the game ended. So we’d try to be on our way home before the end of the 4th quarter. This was back in the Bo Schembechler days and as I recall, I witnessed a few plays of a Woody Hayes-Bo Schembechler match up. We’ll miss you Bo, just like we missed the losing season jokes - which were few and far between. "Why didn't Bo eat cereal for breakfast? Because he’d only lose the bowl".

Despite my enjoyable times in Ann Arbor, I chose MSU over U of M. I remember visiting MSU for the first time. It had a true campus feel, and a beautiful one at that. The U of M campus was part of the city of Ann Arbor and there was no real line of demarcation. But MSU was gorgeously landscaped and appealing to the eye. And to someone who had no interest in anything but "the liberal arts" (beer drinking, pizza eating, social issues and the pursuit of happiness), the campus spoke to me. I guess I have one more admission to make. I could have gone to U of M, but I was accepted on an academic probation status only and I didn’t want that pressure. I only scored an 18 on the ACT’s (out of 36) so what did I expect! MSU welcomed me and my 2.99999 GPA with open arms. But more importantly, MSU was where my parents met and were married. How could I, as their first born, NOT attend their alma mater? Oh, and the MSU marching band is way better than the U of M’s.

But this past weekend, I cheered for the U of M Wolverines to beat the Ohio State Buckeyes. I should have seen it as an omen that OSU would win because on a recent hiking trip in north Georgia, I found my first ever buckeye nut. This is reportedly a sign of good luck. I think the buckeye nut got confused. It was suppose to grant me my wish for Michigan to win, but instead it let the OSU buckeyes win. I was so certain that U of M would prevail (given the passing of Bo and my finding of the lucky buckeye) that I even bet on the game with a coworker. The wager: a slice of Rosa's New York style pizza. Oh well...another slice of pizza beats the dust...at least I was well trained at MSU in that "art".

Hail to the Victors and Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Top O' the Lap

Photo courtesy of ABC.com

I’ve never had a lap top computer before, but I’m typing this from one now. Doc. B. got me an early Thanksgiving, early Christmas, early MLK day, early President's day, early Valentines day, early St. Patrick's day present and I’m SO loving on it. I can now sit anywhere and type. That may not seem like such a big deal but what I used to do was write out my blog entries on paper, type them into Microsoft Word and then copy them into the blog once I could get myself onto the web. Not anymore.

Doc. B. has been pet and house sitting an hour north of town this week so I’ve had an abundance of secret alone time to play with all of the lap top bells and whistles as I let our home go to pot. I haven’t made the bed in three days, the dishes are stacking up, there’s dirty laundry everywhere and I’ve been watching way too much television - because I can sit in front of it with the new computer.

Last night I was lounging in the love pit (our TV viewing area), watching "The Biggest Loser" while The Dish Network cut in and out during a major windstorm. But I had a charged battery and I didn’t even have to worry about a power surge. All I have to worry about now is the scrutiny you’ll send my way based on the fact that I chose "The Biggest Loser" over the season finale of "Dancing with the Stars". Sorry folks, Mario the Matador just doesn’t do it for me, nor does "can’t touch this" football player, Emmitt Smith. But put a bunch of fat people on television trying to lose weight, and I’m there. It’s closer to home for me. I’ll never be dancing with a star but I certainly have spent time being fat and making all sorts of crazy attempts to lose the extra pounds. Even just typing that three letter word, f-a-t, is hard for me. I was inclined to change it to "overweight", "chunky", or something similar. But let’s face it, I was fat - no bones about it - unless those bones were covered with excess skin of course.

At least tonight I didn’t have to choose between Grey’s Anatomy and the Barbara Walters special; they come on back to back. I hope I can get this place cleaned up before Doc. B. comes home tomorrow.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Gloating






Tuesday, November 7, 2006 will long be remembered in history. We knew the day was coming, and many of us were waiting with greater expectations than Charles Dickens could have ever imagined. Millions were watching in every state from Montana to Virginia. The world was also observing. We could only guess it couldn’t last. We figured if we were patient, the day would come. We would live to see a cleaning of the house and a measuring of the drapes. It would be a sea change, a turning of the tide. Defense of Marriage Act supporters would shake in their boots. Proclamations of reconciliation would have to wait. Crow would be eaten. Stay the course would no longer work. After much anticipation, the day finally came. And just as all the polls, and the Mickey Mouse Club, predicted… Britney filed for divorce from Kevin...


p.s. I have no idea who those people are in that celebratory photo. Really, I don't.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Salt Lick



Last week, Mrs. T. and I got on the subject of "food regret". We were at work the day after Halloween and there was leftover candy on every cubicle filing cabinet, break room table, fax machine and copier. I think I even saw someone shove a quarter into the tampon dispenser and receive a pack of M&M’s with her purchase. It seems that every woman in the building was trying to hide, donate or dispose of her Halloween candied remains. Except me. Yeah, I ate a couple of Snickers mini bars and some of our left over tootsie rolls, but most of the time, candy and chocolate don’t really do it for me. Put a tub of movie theatre popcorn on my lap (and it has to be on my lap – I’ll share it, but I have to hold it!), and an hour later I can tell you all about food regret. And don’t give me any of that kettle corn crap (Tom), just pour on the salt. I really wouldn’t even need any butter except that it does make the salt stick better.

My love affair with popcorn goes way back to before my knowing what a love affair was. It was a Sunday night ritual for our family of six to gather around the television, be mesmerized by the Wonderful World of Disney, and share a grocery bag full of homemade popcorn. That’s right, we’re not talking about Jiffy Pop, air popped or even micro-waved (I don’t think we had microwave ovens back then, did we?), this was the real deal. Dad had, and still has, a special pan that has now been used only for popping corn for three generations. When we were little, we would each get our own recycled pot pie container to use as a popcorn bowl. Remember those small tin foil things? I’m certain that it was not uncommon for me to fill up that cute little metal container at least 16 times.

For most of my adult life, Sunday night popcorn has been a continued tradition. Last year for my birthday, Mr. and Mrs. T. even bought me my own popcorn pan and a jar of Orville Redenbocker. However in recent years of trying to maintain my weight, or more often lose weight, I make popcorn maybe once or twice a month. Before I start the corn a poppin’, I check in to see if Doc. B. will be eating any. It would be traumatic if I made only the amount I wanted and then found Doc. B.’s hand in the bowl. Can you believe that nine times out of ten, Doc. B. doesn’t want any? That’s just crazy. Who in her right mind turns down popcorn when it’s placed in front of her? Oh wait, that’s like me and chocolate.

Hmm…it’s Sunday night…popcorn anyone?

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