Wednesday, April 28, 2010
So this weekend I'm taking a little journey to the Happiest Place on Earth (aka Stillwater America!) for a national holiday (at least at OSU)...Calf Fry. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, allow me to explain.
Calf Fry is an institution at the Tumbleweed Dance Hall in Stillwater. It's a HUGE outdoor concert with tons of red dirt music. When I was in school, it was only two nights, but it's now expanded to four nights of music. Check out the event and the musicians who will be in attendance. It's so much fun--it is like an ag college reunion, but not just the OSU ag college--people come in from all over the place. This year, I know of people coming from New Mexico, Texas, Kansas, Missouri and Nebraska! (and fyi--are are my age--so it's not just me!)
I've taken a day off of work on Friday and I'm counting down the minutes until I'm in Oklahoma! When my brother found out I was headed to Calf Fry, he responded, "You know that you're not in college anymore right? One day you're going to have to grow up and let that go." Those of you to know Little Brother will find this ironic.
Maybe one day I will grow up and not flock back to my college town for this college event--but that day is sure not today! I am still ready to go live it up with my friends and pretend, at least for the weekend, I'm still a crazy college senior!
So stay tuned for next week's blogs that will no doubt discuss the crazy fun the occurs at the concert on Saturday night (And the adorable babies that Aunt Tiffany will see on the trip. See, I am growing up in some ways! These two will be having their first little one on the Calf Fry anniversary!)
.....I'm no Toys -R- Us kid, but I do love my Calf Fry!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I think I've mentioned before I usually read about 4 or 5 books at a time. College Roomie says she thinks I may have undiagnosed ADD. But I get bored reading the same thing every night before I go to bed, so I try to mix it up. The most recent addition to the list....The Happiness Project. Apparently I've had happiness on the brain lately, as I recently blogged about the topic.
Here is how the author's Happiness Project started: "I'd always vaguely expected to outgrow my limitations. One day, I'd stop twisting my hair, and wearing running shoes all the time, and eating exactly the same food every day. I'd remember my friends' birthdays, I'd learn Photoshop, I wouldn't let my daughter watch TV durin breakfast. I'd read Shakespeare. I'd spend more time laughing and having fun, I'd be more polite, I'd visit museums more often, I wouldn't be scared to drive. One April day on a morning jus tlike every other morning, I had a sudden realization: I was in danger of wasting my life." (Gretchen Ruben, The Happiness Project)
After this, she began a year's journey that she called her Happiness Project. Each month, she decided that she would focus on improving one area in her life. Within each category, she'd pick 3-4 goals to focus on. Sounds simple, right? By the end of the year, she would try and put each of these goals into action.
So, I've decided that I will start a similar project in my own life. The first of each month, I'll let you know what the category and the goals for the month are. Instead of developing my own categories, I'm stealing Gretchen's. I will, however, design my own goals within each category. Hope you'll enjoy my journey! Stay tuned for May 1.... (FYI--I started a week early on the first one since I'll be gone to Calf Fry next weekend and let's just say I'm already loving it!)
Monday, April 26, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
It's officially summer weather. I went for a run in a long sleeved shirt and almost died. People have their doors and windows open all the time. And the ice cream man has been driving around playing his little tune.
One of my "city friends" was talking about how the sound of the ice cream man music made her think of summer. It made me realize how nostalgia is different when you grow up on a farm or a ranch. Ice cream trucks don't come driving by. But don't feel bad for us. We're not deprived. We have plenty of strange nostalgia of our own.
- The smell of sawdust and revive: It's my favorite smell. Hands down. If you showed, you understand. Anytime I smell Revive to this day my stomach drops and I feel the pre-show nerves. My brother said once that if a girl wore perfume that smelled like Revive, he'd propose on the spot. The guy he was talking to agreed. So it's not just me! (For the record, my second and third favorite smells are similar...fresh cut alfalfa and rain).
- Pick-up Lines: There are some lines that a guy can use on a country girl that would never work on a city girl. Two of my favorite examples from college were: "You two girls, you are class winners." and "Tiff, if you were a cow, I'd flush you." To this day still the best compliments I have ever gotten!
- The State Fair: My "city friends" talk about the rides and the fair food. I can assure you that country kids think of neither. State Fair conjures up images of the dorms, street dances, livestock shows, and washrack water fights.
- Friends: When you're an ag kid, you have friends all over the state. Other people don't have that. They know people at their school and maybe a few that live on their street. But ag kids bond at fairs and rodeos and judging contests.....people are always amazed at how I know someone in just about every town in New Mexico. Thank you 4-H and FFA!
- Savings Accounts: I was talking to some friends the other day who opened their first savings accounts after college, when they got their first job. I've had a checking account since I was 9 years old and a savings account since I was 11. Showing built that baby up pretty large by the time I headed off to college!
Our memories might be a little different, and we might te flattered due to compliments that most people wouldn't even understand....but I wouldn't trade growing up an ag kid for anything (including the ice cream man!).
Thursday, April 22, 2010
I'm going totally out of order here. But I think this is one of my favorite summer stories, if not one of my favorite days of my life. Picture it, Sonoma County, June 2008.
The firm took us on a KILLER wine tasting weekend (don't worry...blog on that coming soon!) in Sonoma. We stayed at the beautiful Sonoma Lodge, where everyone got their own room, or their own cottage if they had brought a date along. Because I hate being dateless to anything, my best friend ever in life, BFF, came to join me!
The last day of the retreat was a free day, so we could do whatever we wanted. Some people went to the spa, some slept in, some went home early. The fun people went kayaking/canoeing. And thus, the story begins.
My fellow summer associate and good friend and her husband had called around and booked kayaks for the day. When they asked if anyone else wanted to come along, they got quite a contingent---in all there were 9 of us up for the challenge. We loaded into vehicles and headed out. We stopped at Subway to get lunch that we would stop an eat along the river (this will be important later). Off we headed to navigate the Russian River.
When we got there, we had three kayaks and three canoes. The kayaks were one person and the canoes were for two. So BFF and I ended up in a canoe. You need to realize, canoes are much harder than kayaks. Now, I've never used a kayak, but I am sure this is true. Had BFF not have been there and I would have had a kayak to myself, I'm sure none of the disasters you are about to read of would have occurred.
We're canoeing along. Everything is fine. Then it happens. Our canoe tips over. For the life of me I don't know how it happened. But here we are, in the middle of the Russian River, canoe turned over, trying to swim to the shore, stuff (including sandwiches, shoes, etc.) floating right on down the river. Yea. Well after we gathered everything back up, and managed to save one sandwich that was somehow tied in an airtight bag, we flip the canoe over and get in again. This couldn't have been more than 20 minutes into the trip, so I figured it was common and everyone would flip at some point in our journey.
So we continue along. I am in the front, BFF is in the back. We somehow end up on the bank about to run right under a tree. Seeing this I yell "Duck!" and lean to the left. My dear BFF also leans to the left. You can guess the result. Yes, flip flops and surviving sandwich bag go floating down the river again. By this point BFF and I are screaming our heads off at each other about how stupid the other one is. Everyone else has gotten pretty good at fetching shoes and sunscreen as they float by. So, we're back in the canoe and we go again. Mind you, we've flipped twice. No one else has had any issue. (We gave our stupid sandwich to my friends Hawaii and Gonzaga at this point, because they looked to be a much safer choice!).
Then my married friends manage to get sort of caught on a tree that had collapsed in the river. The husband was so nice to the wife, saying things like "oh it's okay honey, just paddle a little. Lean to the right a bit, we'll get it." They did. In the mean time, BFF and I are literally screaming at the top of our lungs about common sense and who is supposed to be steering. We weren't mad, it's just how we communicate. :)
We continue down the river and at one point there's a big rock on the middle. Now, this was literally THE ONLY ROCK sticking up out of the river. We probably could not have hit that rock head on if we tried. But, because we were not trying, we hit it. No tip over this time, but it did make for a hilarious scene and story for my friends Hawaii and Gonazaga, who saw the whole situation, to tell for the rest of the summer.
Well, to wind this up, we ended up flipping over one more time. I don't remember how this one happened, but we were pretty good by now at getting things back under control. No one else ever flipped. Not at all. Go figure.
I think our canoe was defective. Or maybe it was because we were from the desert and had never seen much water before. Regardless, it was a great day and one I will never forget. Notice we have no pictures while canoeing. Luckily, we did not take the camera. Good call there.
In the end, BFF remained my best friend despite the yelling. After this, I've pretty much decided that when I apply for the Amazing Race, I have my partner already picked out. We'll be a dream for CBS' ratings!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
P.S. ~ If you are wondering about the random pictures....I just tried to pick out some of the happiest pictures I had. I figured that it couldn't hurt to get the day started off right!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Okay....question to the blog world. How many of you watched the NCAA Women's Basketball tournament? How many of you watched even one game? Did you know that the women from UConn completed the perfect season? That's right--the went undefeated to win the National Championship over Stanford. Isn't it sad that they get such little recognition for this? Although, they did get at least one pretty cool phone call. Here's some quick UConn info--the ladies ended the season with a perfect 39-0. They are riding a 78 game winning streak. Think about how unbelieveable that is! They are just 10 games shy of breaking the men's win streak record, which was set by UCLA in the early 1970s. The team is lead by stand-out and tournament MVP, Maya Moore and coached by the legandary Geno Auriemma. The Championship Game wasn't a romp--in fact--UConn was down 20-12 at halftime. But the team rallied and beat Stanford 53-47.
This is good stuff and people should be watching. I'm as guilty as everyone else. I am a huge sports fan. I played basketball. There is no excuse for why I will watch every single Men's NCAA tournament game, but won't tune in for any of the Women's tournament. So I wanted to take today's blog and give a shout out to the UConn Huskies and their perfect season. And to vow that next year, I will be watching BOTH tournaments!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sheep Sale As I told everyone last Friday, our family lamb sale was last weekend. It went great--best one we've had. We sold 38 lambs. We even broke a goal we set for ourselves....twice. And on top of that, we got to visit some great time with our customers, who are really great friends as well. It's always like a little show family reunion.
My New Cow One Family Farm Friday Blog told you about my new cow (and calf). I have finally seen them, and little brother is still hired as my cattle buyer. She looks pretty good! I'm very excited and plan to spend some time deciding which bull I want to breed her to--which you all probably remember me discussing previously. The calf looks pretty good as well....so I'll have to decide if I am going to keep her or sell her. She may end up being a little fine boned, but we'll see.
NCAA Tournament Well, my Cinderella Stories blog almost was the ultimate preminition. Tiny underdog Butler almost beat college basketball powerhouse Duke. Butler was the smallest school EVER to play in the Championship game. Their coach is only 33 years old. They were the total real life Hoosiers (great movie if you haven't seen it) who were playing for small schools everywhere. They came within on basket of pulling it off. One of my favorite parts of this was College Roomie who had me help her with her bracket. We were filling it out and she said "Butler. I'll pick them. Go Big 12." I laughed and informed her that Butler was not in the Big 12. She was thinking of Baylor. Had I kept my mouth shut, she probably could have won a lot of money. Note to all of you--apparently basketball conference knowledge does not equate to bracket selecting ability!
West Virginia Miners The prior blog was sad enough, but the tragedy got even worse. The four missing miners for whom they were searching for and hoping against hope they would find alive in the mine's refuge chamber were found dead. In all, 29 miners lost their lives in the worst mining disaster in our nation's history. These are 29 fathers, brothers, sons, cousins, friends..... Please continue to keep these families in your prayers.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
I have gotten several questions, both since the Throwback Thursday topic switched to my summer in San Francisco and before that, about how I ended up in San Francisco for the summer. I figured, why not blog about that?
When I was done with my first summer clerk job (at the firm where I now work), it was time for look at jobs for the next summer. I knew that I loved my firm, and said that if I already knew that if I stayed in Albuquerque, I wanted to work there. So, because working at a different firm in Albuquerque seemed like a waste of time, and because I was craving some adventure, I went a different route. I thought I wanted to work at a large firm to see what I thought.
I asked around, and one attorney I knew suggested that I get an Am Law magazine and send cover letters and resumes to all of the top 50 firms in cities I might want to work. Being young, dumb and not realizing what a long shot this really was, I followed his advice. Somehow, I started getting phone calls asking to set up interviews. My first call was from...the San Francisco office of Paul Hastings.
Getting recruited for summer associate jobs by Top 50 firms is super fun. I was flown out to San Francisco and put up in the fanciest hotel I have ever stayed in. Then I interviewed with five or six attorneys in one day, had a fancy lunch, and then got to do some shopping/sightseeing before I head home. That should be the end of the story. However, because it's me....we have to throw in a little drama.
Have I mentioned that I get car sick before? Yea, I realize you are supposed to grow out of it. I didn't. So I got super sick on the plane to San Francisco. Then I got sick again in the cab. Then again once I got to the hotel. By this point, I pretty much feel like crap. However, to make matters worse, I had already rented a bike to go biking across the Golden Gate Bridge (bucket list checkmark ahead!) that afternoon.
Well, because I really wanted to check that item off, and becuase I'm cheap and had already paid the 20 bucks or whatever it was for the bike, I decided to go biking anyway. I'm lucky I didn't die. I as so deyhdrated I got out to the bridge and just turned around. I didn't have the energy to get across. I did, however, get to see the famous skateboarding dog and snap a few other pictures that day.
The interview went well, although when they took me and tried to feed me really fancy food on my poor sick stomach that was a mess. I loved the people and the city and the firm. Somehow, they decided to give me an offer and, as they say, the rest is history. I had an offer with a great firm in D.C. as well and, although I really wanted to experience living in both cities, I chose San Francisco. Speaking of, I read interesting blog this week about this very issue.
Pretty sure that was one of the best decisions of my life.....
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
It's really easy to watch tragic stories on the news and not really think about the fact that actual people are involved. It's hard to stop and really think about them---putting yourself in their shoes. When we see this kind of stories, most of the time I think we feel a momentary sadness for the people, and then just go on with our day. I'm as guilty as anyone. I'm busy--so I might see a headline on MSN and say a quick prayer for the people and go back to whatever motion I'm working on.
Today I was reading about the mine collapse in West Virginia. I was looking at the pictures of the families and friends of the miners who have been killed, or who are still missing. When you look at the faces and remember that there are actual people--wives and mothers and sisters and children--it's a lot harder to just go on with your day. With these faces, I really tried to think about how that would feel if I were in their shoes. It could be any of us....
Please take a moment today to think about the people, and to look at their faces. You can read about some of the miners who lost their lives. Pray for peace and comfort for the families today. One day, God forbid, it could be our face that people are looking at. I would hope they would return the kindness.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
It's State FFA Judging week in Las Cruces, so I figured a blog on something judging related was appropriate. I've always been a person who hated being told she couldn't do something. If there was any sure-fire way to motivate me, it was to tell me I couldn't do it.
For those of you who were not in FFA, the way judging works is that once your team has won state and judged at Nationals, those team members are not allowed to judge that contest anymore. So, usually you just find another contest and give that a try. My freshman year we won livestock, which was "our contest" so to speak and went to Nationals. So, sophmore year we won Dairy and went to Nationals. Junior year rolled around. Judging season started and we were signing up for which contests we would be competing in. Mr. Franklin puts our names on the board for Poultry. He had lost his mind.
Now, you have to understand, we were livestock kids. I had never touched a chicken in my life. Kyle didn't even EAT chicken. And Mr. Franklin thought we would judge, and not just judge, but win the Poultry contest? We suggested other contests, I tried to pull the "I'm allergic to feathers" line, Kyle said he'd never even seen raw chicken. We tried to explain this to him, but anyone who knew Mr. Franklin realizes this was akin to talking to a fence post. He calmly informed us not only were we going to be judging Poultry, we'd be winning poultry. So, we started learning about chicken parts, pigmentation loss, and candeling eggs.
Our first invitational contest rolled around and we were in Clovis. The Poultry contest was set up in one of the barns, so off we went, clipboards in hand, eyes ready for our first Poultry experience. As we were entering the barn, a whole group of ag teachers from other schools were laughing at us. It seemed like they all had comments about the livestock kids judging poutry and how funny we looked and then one of them made a crack about our winning streak being over and how his team had been training for years to win Poultry. He had implied that we couldn't do it--bad mistake.
Kyle and I both saw red, and it was on. I remember getting off that bus that night and going to the freezer to unthaw chicken parts to practice. The next week at night after we had been judging at district all day, it was the same thing. All along we could do it, and now we knew we were going to. To this day I can look at most any cut of chicken and blurt out what it is in about .25 seconds. I could analyze a problem with a fried chicken patty like no one's business--they really should have hired me at McDonalds. I guess if the lawyer thing doesn't work out...
Life is full of people telling you that you can't do something. You have two choices--you can listen to them, or you can prove them wrong. Most of the time, people don't know what you are made of. They underestimate your abilities and try to get you to sell yourself short. Don't listen. Prove them wrong. Put you head down and go to work. You know what you're capable of. Show everyone else.
Oh, and in case you were wondering how the story ended? We ended up holding a big red State Championship banner in Gerald Thomas hall. We went on to be holding big scholarship checks at the National FFA Convention a few months later.
I don't think I ever thanked that ag teacher for his assistance with achieving these goals.....that was unthoughtful of me.
Monday, April 5, 2010
This Easter I was thinking back on the holiday and I decided a blog about my favorite Easter may be necessary. It was my senior year of college at OSU. We never got off Good Friday (shame on OSU....being in the Bible Belt and all!) so it was just too far for us out of state kids to make it home. Instead, we had our own "family" Easter dinner. So there we were....our hodge podge group of New Mexicans, our token Texan, and our city boy Okie.
I can still remember everyone getting all dressed up and meeting at our apartment to go to church. We all piled into my car, like one big happy family, and then all piled into a pew where there was probably room for about 1/2 of us. Sorry people who were squished in the process--but family sits together for Easter church! I seem to even recall Cole threatening to pull the car over if the bickering didn't stop in the back seat.
When church was over we all went back to the casa and had a huge dinner. I don't remember what we had--my guess is mexican food since that's really the only thing I know how to cook. I do remember that I had to make deviled eggs especially for Christopher, because his mom always made deviled eggs on Easter and I was like his college mom, and in his head, that logic made complete sense. I made his stupid eggs.
The saying is true that your college friends become like a family. These boys (and College Roomie) were there for me no matter what--good, bad and everything in between. I could always count on them for anything. From taking the dead mous out of a trap, to a place to sleep when our apartment almost exploded, to the craziest nights ever at the Penny, to golf lessons that ended up in screaming matches, to saving the worst birthday ever.....they were there.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
So....I didn't get my blog written for this Thursday. Bad blogger, bad!
Anyway, I have had several people ask me how I ended up in San Francisco for the summer, so I decided I'd start from the beginning and explain how I figured out where to apply, talk about the highlights of the interview process, that kind of thing. Dont' worry, I'll have some fun stories thrown in. Including one involving this little guy......
So stay tuned. Next week I'll be sure to blog ahead of time so it's ready to go on Thursday morning!