Friday, April 1, 2011
If THIS doesn't make you cry with pride ...
GOOOOOOOOOOOOO, C-A-T-S! CATS! CATS! CATS!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
If this doesn't make you cry with pride ...
And you SURELY don't bleed blue.
GO, CAT8!!!!!!!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Tip-time
Don't worry, though. I've already promised to be a gracious winner.
Go, Cats!
Monday, March 21, 2011
My name is Kristin ...
... and I'm dating a Tarheel.
Raised in a strict, religious household, I was taught from a very early age that evil is a very real force in this world, and to my family, evil is easily identified, because it generally has some kind of association with the word "Duke" or, back when its basketball program still had some kind of national relevance, "Indiana." Only slightly less unsavory than these, though, are what my dad calls the "Tarheads" of North Carolina.Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
As a Wildcat whose die-hard allegiances will never falter, I realize that I'm taking a big risk here. In fact, the second weekend after we met, Jeremy and I went to the Carolina / Clemson game at Littlejohn. Upon seeing this picture of me in a lighter shade of blue than he's used to, Daddy texted me, "It's very nice of you to give your sister your inheritance." I can only hope he's not serious. To be honest, though, I don't care if he is.
Go, Blue!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
'Cat Scratch Fever
On Sunday, March 6th, I was at Thompson-Boling Arena.
The 'Cats had fallen to the Vols there last year, so I showed up for the rematch to be sure it didn't happen again. After all, this season has had more than its share of Conference road losses. In fact, before its Sunday stand in Knoxville, UK had exactly one SEC win outside of Rupp. One. Did you hear me say "ONE"?!? I was at this ONE WIN - but, interestingly, didn't make it to any other road contests. Coincidence? I think not.
Given this, I naturally assumed myself to be some sort of Big Blue Good Luck Charm. That - plus the fact that I'm dating a really sweet guy who very patiently indulges my UK fixation - compelled me to take a day trip to Tennessee. Consider it a sort of "scouting expedition" in advance of our plans to attend the following weekend's SEC Tournament in "Catlanta."
The Vols started off hot; the Cats, on the other hand, were "colder than a midget in a 'frigerator." Bruce Pearl's players took a 7 point lead into half-time, leaving me furious at Kentucky's seeming offensive apathy. Putting down my box of popcorn, I turned to Jeremy and huffed, "I am NOT going next weekend. If this is how they're gonna play, there is no use in us investing a ton of money to see a single game before being sent back home by the lackluster play of these no-good, second-rate, spoiled-brat little basket-boys."
"Sweetie," Jeremy said, his cooler head prevailing, "it's just the first half."
At this point, it has probably become clear that Jeremy's a North Carolina fan. As such, he's used to trailing at half-time and to watching teams full of "no good, second-rate, spoiled brat little basket-boys" (as I always tell him, "Five National Championships is nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe someday, y'all will catch up to our SEVEN"). I'm guessing that's why he was able to keep such a level-head.
Regardless of why, he was right (he usually is). The 'Cats opened Act II on a 7-0 run, eventually winning the contest and leaving me writing out a packing list for our Tourney trip, while Jeremy drove us home from Knoxville, making fun of me the entire time for ever saying "I am NOT going next weekend."
Boy, am I ever glad I did.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
And the Academy Award for "#1" Performance by a Father in a Phone Message goes to ...
Not being much of a film buff, I typically don't pay all that much attention to the Oscars. By that I mean that I don't pay attention to them AT ALL. I'll be honest, though: this year, my interest in the late-February fete is somewhat piqued, for I believe that my dad may have just turned in a performance that is every bit as deserving of acclaim as any foreign language film that has ever been nominated.
As proof, I present to you the sound file below. In it, Daddy - who is completely self-taught, I'll have you know - performs as Anna Faris' character from the film House Bunny. Though I've not seen it personally, I'm sure this movie is just as Oscar-worthy as my father's interpretation of it.
See for yourself.
Watch this:
And then listen to this:
Am I right, or am I right?
Billy Crystal, get this man a gold statue.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
"Let's make a picture that, maybe, will last."
He's "gol' darn gone and done it."
David Wilcox, the musician whose lyrical brilliance prompted me to spend my 30th birthday climbing "to the top of the rollercoaster" and whose melodic wisdom convinced me that nice girls don't call the boys that they like, is at it again. He's making music that makes my heart sing.
If you know anything at all about me, you know these two things: first, I often make a meal out of nothin' but onion rings, and secondly, I am physically incapable of passing up a photo booth. My new favorite Wilcox ditty pays homage to these box-like memory makers. It's called "Forever Now," and it's forever found a spot on my iPod playlist.
Taste it here:
Buy it here.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)