He Was Left Out!

I was watching the Grammy's tribute montage last night and kept waiting to see LeRoi Moore pop up on the screen, but no dice. LeRoi was the saxaphonist for the Dave Matthews Band and he passed away this past year from injuries received in an ATV accident. I googled this morning and found the below on a DMB fansite. The Grammy's can suck it.

From www.antsmarching.org:

LeRoi Moore forgotten by Grammys

Posted by Joe Maliszeski in Band Member News on Monday, Feb 9th, 2009

LeRoi Moore (1961-2008), 12 time nominated and 1 time Grammy winner, was shockingly forgotten by the Grammy’s. Lifetime musician, influential jazz saxophonist and one of the founding members of the Dave Matthews Band was left out of the Grammy’s annual Memorial Tribute. The Tribute is a video montage put together by the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences honoring those in the music business that have passed in the last year. A number of known (and not-so-known) artists (and a photographer) were honored in the video but LeRoi was missed (or skipped, we aren’t sure.) While we are disappointed and saddened that the Grammys and CBS did not give LeRoi the tribute he deserves, they do not properly represent the music industry’s and the many billions of music lovers feelings. Although the so called National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences did not honor him, we at AntsMarching.org will continue to pay tribute to his contributions.

On the Hoof

The Hubs is Hilarious
I was talking to Neal last night and he was telling me about stuff that was going on at the rig. There is a woman who works out there as a mudlogger. From what I understand, a mudlogger lives in a trailer on the rig location and works 24/7 testing mud while the crew is drilling the well. It is pretty unusual for a woman to work in the oil field and Neal said, "You have to see this woman." He started describing her and said, "She's about 350 on the hoof and wears more plaid than any man I've ever known." He said that she had borrowed his screwdriver and hadn't returned it yet and that he was too scared to go ask for it back.

He said "on the hoof" and I just lost it. I could not stop laughing. Apparently "on the hoof" refers to cattle or deer and what they weigh standing up. I start laughing everytime I think about it. I keep picturing this massive, animal-like, redneck woman dressed in plaid, with hooves.

I went to church this morning and this very large woman came and sat right next to me. I would say she was about 300 on the hoof. When it was time for shaking hands/peace be with you I shook her hand and then reached behind her to shake her husbands hand. Sometime after I shook his hand, her ass and my hand collided. I don't think she felt anything, but I can't be sure. Then I started thinking about "on the hoof" again and I started laughing. While in church. Going to hell in a handbasket.

Wait, What Was That Again?
Also in church, the choir was singing a song and I could have sworn the refrain was "I know Jesus's name is Anthony." I didn't think that made much sense at all. I mean, I've never read the bible in its entirety, but I'm pretty sure he never goes by "Anthony." I listened a little more and realized they were singing "I know Jesus has laid his hands on me." That made much more sense. But I've always had trouble understanding song lyrics when they are being sung. Anyone who knows about my cousin and I singing "What's love cock a do, cock a doodle do" instead of "What's love got to do, got to do with it" when we were kids knows this about me.

Don't Talk Trash to Urban Meyer. He'll ask Tim Tebow to Eat You.

They can't all be as honest and respectable as Les.

Lane Kiffin was just hired at UT a few months ago and has already started causing problems. He took a defensive coordinator and top recruit away from LSU at last minute, so I don't feel bad for him being embarrassed like this. I hope Florida whoops Tennessee's a** this year.

From ESPN.com...

Kiffin reprimanded by SEC, apologizes

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KNOXVILLE, Tenn. -- Tennessee coach Lane Kiffin apologized Thursday for remarks he made about Florida coach Urban Meyer, where he alleged the Gators coach violated recruiting rules in pursuing wide receiver prospect Nu'Keese Richardson.

“If I offended anyone at the University of Florida, including Mr. Foley and Urban Meyer, I sincerely apologize. That was not my intention. ” -- Tennessee coach Lane Kiffin

Florida demanded an apology and the SEC publicly reprimanded Kiffin on Thursday. "At an energetic breakfast with some of our donors and alumni I made a statement that was solely meant to excite the crowd," Kiffin said in a statement. "If I offended anyone at the University of Florida, including Mr. Foley and Urban Meyer, I sincerely apologize. That was not my intention." WVLT-TV reported that Kiffin told a group of fans at a signing day breakfast celebration Thursday morning that Meyer phoned Richardson while the recruit was making his official visit to Tennessee recently. "I'm gonna turn Florida in right here in front of you," Kiffin said, according to WVLT-TV. "While Nu'Keese was on campus, his phone kept ringing. One of the coaches says, 'who's that?' And he said, 'Urban Meyer.' "

Richardson, a Pahokee, Fla., native, signed with the Volunteers on Tuesday, despite having indicated he would sign with the Gators. Kiffin told the crowd, "I love the fact that Urban had to cheat and still didn't get him." The SEC said that Kiffin broke the conference's code of ethics with his comments at the breakfast. "Coach Kiffin has violated the Southeastern Conference Code of Ethics," SEC commissioner Mike Slive said in a statement. "SEC Bylaw 10.5.1 clearly states that coaches and administrators shall refrain from directed public criticism of other member institutions, their staffs or players." "The phone call to which Coach Kiffin referred to in his public comments is not a violation of SEC or NCAA rules. We expect our coaches to have an understanding and knowledge of conference and NCAA rules."

In a statement released Thursday, Florida demanded an apology from Kiffin.

"His allegations are inappropriate, out of line and, most importantly, totally false," Florida athletic director Jeremy Foley said in the statement. "It is completely unfair to Urban Meyer, our coaching staff, our football program and our institution. The appropriate action at this time in my opinion is for Coach Kiffin to make a public apology.

Your Pants Are On Fire

"I did a lot of things that were mostly right."
- GOV. ROD R. BLAGOJEVICH

Um, I think the Illinois State Senate begs to differ. Good riddance bowl-cut.

If x = I Hate this Freaking Class, the Standard Deviation of x = Suck It, Nerds

I am taking a prerequisite statistics class this semester. It started last week and about 80% of the people in my class are of Indian descent. Most of them have only been in the U.S. for a couple of weeks, if even that long. One of the guys was pretty chatty and filled me in on his story and situation. He is Indian and had been living in Dubai working in sales. He was raised as a Hindu but eventually converted to Islam. He told me that, in his culture, most marriages were arranged (I knew this because: a. I'm smart and b. I watched the movie The Namesake. It's pretty good.) He decided that he did not want to participate in an arranged marriage, so he went searching for his bride on the internet instead.

He found an Iranian Muslim woman he wanted to marry on some website (I did not ask which site). He went to see her because he needed her father to sign a piece of paper in order to make their union legal. Without this piece of paper, he would be unable to take her to the U.S. with him. He faced disapproval from his family and hers, but managed to get the signature he needed. He is now in the process of arranging her move to the states. It was a very interesting story and even though I was completely creeped out by it and deeply offended on behalf of women everywhere, I hope everything works out for him and his mail order bride.

All that being said.....my statistics class is gut-wrenchingly horrible. I'm sure the class is not horrible for those who understand math, but I don't understand math so I hate it with the intensity of a million white hot suns. The teacher is nice and is a statistics/math genius, but I just don't 'get' the subject matter. The most frustrating part of this entire thing is that I have already taken and made an 'A' in the the class that I needed this particular prereq for. I have to take the class in order to graduate and therefore dropping it is not an option, but I will be sure to bitch, whine, moan, groan and complain my way through this semester. Poor Neal.

This Story is Nuts

Poisonous Testicles Send Diners to Hospital

Maybe it's just me, but if you go to a restaurant and order poisonous blowfish testicles as an entree, you're asking for it.

Britney

You know, Britney Spears has been around a long time and it is only in the past year that I decided I liked her music. You see, I'm normally pretty picky about what/who I listen to. I generally like people (mostly male) who write their own music, play an instrument, and can actually sing well. Britney can do none of these things, but I have come to accept that and appreciate her for what she is (pretty, crazy, and a really good performer.)

Britney's songs are perfect for exercising. Her music takes up the majority of my 'workout' playlist. She's going on tour soon and, I have to admit, I wouldn't mind seeing her live. I looked at tickets on stubhub and okay seats were going for over $300. I told Neal this and he said that if I wanted to watch a single mother from a small town in Louisiana dance on stage, wear skimpy outfits and lip sync, I could probably go to any strip club and get the same experience for a much cheaper price.

Peace out ya'll. ;)

First of All...

Intro
I have two friends that have recently started blogs so I'm going to go ahead and jump on the bandwagon. I have been toying with the idea of writing a blog for a while now and am fairly certain that I will, at some point, get tired of it and delete the entire thing. We shall see. For the next couple of months, however, updating this blog of my random thoughts and life updates will be just another outlet of procrastination while I finish up my last semester of graduate school, apply for jobs and coordinate an out-of-state move. Why wait to procrastinate?

Galveston
I spent this past weekend in Galveston with my extended family (Dad's side) and had a wonderful time. The family convened in Galveston to celebrate the recent marriage of my cousin. We had dinner and drinks at my aunt and uncle's Friday and then more drinks and food at a reception Saturday night at The Pelican Club/Gaido's restaurant. The seafood was AWESOME. And so were the drinks. I drank white wine until about 1opm when I thought it was a good idea to switch to bourbon. I stayed on the bourbon until about 2am. I would have stopped drinking at about 1:45am but my Dad's cousin was kind enough to sneak my cocktail out of the bar and into the car so I could enjoy the rest (my uncle was the DD, I wasn't driving). I was still tired from the weekend when I woke up this morning. I can't handle two days of partying anymore.

My aunt and uncle took us on a tour of destruction in Galveston. Overall, I would say that the island looked better than I expected it would, but you could still see remnants of Ike almost everywhere you looked. When I got to the island, I looked all around expecting to see a Katrina-like water line on houses, trees, buildings, etc. There was no water line though because the flood water receded relatively quickly. But then again, if I would have really thought about it ahead of time I would have rememberd that New Orleans is a bowl, and Galveston is not. Moody Gardens was open, the majority of shops on the Strand where not. The restaurant where I had my rehersal dinner just re-opened about a week ago. The island population has decreased and many businesses are struggling. Galveston is such a cool, unique place and I hope that it can quickly be restored to it's pre-Ike status. Of course I took no pictures this weekend and I absolutely should have (pictures of my family that is, not just destruction).

Rise and Shine Campers...
And don't forget your booties 'cause it's cold out there! Just wanted to remind ya'll that it's almost Groundhog Day. I don't really care about Groundhog Day b/c I live in the hot dirty south where 6 more weeks of "winter" means nothing, but I do care about watching Groundhog Day the movie as many times as possible in a 24 hour period. Don't say I don't have goals.

And Like That, Poof, She Was Gone
A staple of our apartment complex has moved out. Smokes-a-Lot lady has taken her cigs and her wide array of tracksuits and has moved out of her apartment. S.A.L lived in an apartment whose balcony faces our balcony. Anytime I'm looking out the window or have been coming and going, I could always look across the parking lot and see S.A.L. puffing away, on her porch, while dressed in a very colorful, yet comfortable outfit. During the summer, we would see her at the pool floating on a raft or sunning on a chair and puffing away. And now, she's just, gone. She's the freakin' Keyser Soze of cigarette smoking recluses. Good bye Smokes-a-Lot, I wish you all the best sunbathing, track suits and nicotene life has to offer.

Okay, I'm out. Time for the exciting world of Business Statistics. I'll catch up with ya'll later.