As of Late–and Oh By the Way, I’m a Gypsy. All I Need Now Is a Caravan. And Yes, I Like Daigs.
18 Jan 2012 4 Comments
in Football, Friends, Oklahoma Memories, San Francisco Tags: catching up, gypsy, moving, Oklahoma, Oregon, san francisco, Sooners, travel
Hey! I still have a blog, well I still pay for the domain name, sooo … you know, who’s judging? And if you are, stop, it’s not cool. BUT I figured that I would bring everyone up to speed on my life and what I’ve been up to and such so that I can then tell you about what I am going to be doing, and hopefully post more often with really interesting stuff that everyone wants to read … everyone, or just whoever ends up here and wants to read about me … not too picky!
I used to be (still am at heart, and hope to be one again soon) a San Francisco Sooner, but as of late I have been more like a gypsy. So, in a nutshell, here are the last … meh … 6-8 months of my life.
In early 2011, I decided that I was going to take the LSAT in June and go to law school starting in the fall of 2012. So I studied my little ass off, took the LSAT, and semi-recently submitted all my applications to several schools—now I’m just waiting to hear back and decide where I will be attending school this fall! Simultaneously, I moved from San Francisco on June 27th, and since then have been pretty much everywhere in the western half of the United States. I went frommmm …
SF to Oklahoma
- 4th of July with BFF Sarah at Grand Lake
Oklahoma to Denver
- Visiting Grandma in the hospital with my nephew Trayson.
Denver to North Dakota
- Driving from Colorado to North Dakota …
- Somewhere in Wyoming on my way to ND
North Dakota to Colorado and back to North Dakota
- Dad, Brother, Brother … Supposed to be helping me drive …
North Dakota to Chicago and back to North Dakota
- Chicago with BFF Sarah and Ashley!
- Wrigley Field!
- Annnddd back to ND!
North Dakota to Oklahoma
- Me and the Betch twins at good ole Scooters!
Oklahoma to Houston
- Houston for my cousin Natalie’s wedding!!
Houston to San Francisco
- Outside Lands 2011 in SF!
- OSL 2011!
San Francisco to North Dakota
- Gorgeous sunsets in ND!
North Dakota to San Francisco
- Breathtaking SF sunrise!
- So incredible!
San Francisco to Corvallis
- Workin!
Corvallis to Dallas
- OU/tx!
- The game with Matt & Tay!
Dallas to San Francisco
- Chillin’ with my loves at the beach!
San Francisco to Corvallis
- The Oregon Coast
Corvallis to San Francisco
- Hangin’ out in my old ‘hood!
San Francisco to Eugene
- More work!
Eugene to San Francisco
- Halloween with Kels!
San Francisco to Oklahoma
- Good to be home! OU/a&m game!
- OU/a&m with Sar, Taylor, Cassey, and Kristen!
- OU/osu in Stillwater
- Suffering through the cold & losing with Taylor!
Oklahoma to San Francisco
- Love this city!
San Francisco to Oklahoma
- Tacky Christmas Party with BFF Sarah!
- We’re not always hideous!
- A merry Christmas with my family!
Oklahoma to Dallas
- NYE in Dallas with my loves!
- Roommate Reunion! Love Meechelleee!
Dallas to Oklahoma
- Don’t forget about the cutest dog ever … LOLA!
Oklahoma to San Francisco
- Hanging out with Jeremiah & Co. at the beach!
- Beautiful SF sunset!
San Francisco to Oklahoma
- There are some beautiful sunsets here too!
And now that we are up to speed … I’d like to inform you that the current theme of gypsy life will be continuing into the near and foreseeable future. Why, you ask? Well because I purchased this sweet backpack:
and a one-way ticket to Auckland, New Zealand to kick off my Round-the-World trip!
I’m gonna let all of that info sink in and fill you in on my trip planning and details shortly! And you are welcome for that sweet finger exercise you got from all that scrolling! Boom!
TTFNSF, Ta Ta For Now, San Fran!
27 Jun 2011 1 Comment
in Friends, New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: Friends, going home, life experiences, moving, new adventures, Oklahoma, san francisco
San Francisco, it’s been real. As I sit here on my flight from SFO to OKC, With my 6 50-pound bags checked below, and my 3-pound dog in her carrier at my feet, I cant help but feel a little apprehensive. I am leaving an amazing city behind, where I have made amazing friends who helped me forge some amazing memories. But I sigh in relief knowing that all I’m really leaving is the city, because my friends are very much a part of me, and the memories engrained in my soul–and I know the city will always be there, ready to welcome me back with its weird, accepting arms the second I decide I’ve been away too long. I smile at the thought of being able to spend quality time with my family and friends that I left behind in Oklahoma, I feel my stomach knot with anticipations about what the future holds, I squirm with excitement knowing that whatever it is, it will be an adventure.
One of my newest friends, Jeremiah, and I were having a conversation a few days ago about our favorite books, and books that change your perspective, books that give your life new meaning, but mostly books that I should read. He suggested that I read The Prophet, and so I did. In one day (not due to my superb reading skills, which are superb—it’s just pretty short). I started it and couldn’t put it down. Right from the beginning it spoke to me:
How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.
Yet I cannot tarry longer.
The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.
For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.
Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall I?
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that give it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.
And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.
As I fly toward my future, I am making plans for world travels, for law school, and for new adventures. But I fly with a renewed awareness that every day needs to be relished in its beauty, every moment needs to be seized, and memories need to be made; appreciate the time you have, the time you’re in, and the people you’re in the now with, for tomorrow it will be a new day, and today gone forever.
My Love Affair with Football, Specifically the Oklahoma Sooners
01 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
in Athletic Triumphs, Love This!, Oklahoma Memories Tags: best sport ever, boomer sooner, football season, love, memories, Oklahoma, oklahoma football, OU/TX, Red River Rivalry, Sooners, Tailgating, Texas Sucks
Omg! Omg! Omg! OH MAW GAWD! I don’t know if you know this, but football season is my favorite season of the year. And this weekend is my favorite weekend of the season. This weekend is OU/texas—quite possibly the biggest college football rivalry of all time.
I know some people don’t like college football, or football, or sports at all. If you are one of those people, let me tell you something: I bet you can’t go to an OU football game and not understand why we love this thing so much. And I say thing because it is not just a game, it is not just a sport, it is a way of life. It is an overwhelming sense of pride for everyone who is a part of it. It makes memories that will last a lifetime. It makes going to college worth every penny. For those of you who don’t know what I am talking about, I would like to share a little HUGE piece of my world with you. For those of you who know exactly what I’m talking about, well, this is for you too. Because it never gets old.
Some of the many reasons why I love OKLAHOMA FOOTBALL!
(Click on the links to watch the videos, I promise they’re short. Sorry I couldn’t embed the videos, I’ll be upgrading to .org soon so this won’t be a problem-o!)
The Land of the Sooners (vid: skip to min 1:26)
The Sooner Magic (vid: Skip to 18 second mark)
And of course … the tailgating!
You might think it’s strange that watching these videos and being at the games literally makes me want to cry, but believe me, on Saturday in Norman, Oklahoma, I know that the other 82,111 people in the stadium with me feel the same way.
I’m a Sooner born,
And a Sooner bred,
And when I die
I’ll be Sooner dead.
Rah, Ohlahoma! Rah, Oklahoma!
Rah, Ohlahoma! O-K-U!
This is OKLAHOMA football! Boomer SOONER! Texas SUCKS!
Ode to Tarahumara’s: My Favorite Mexican Food in the WWW
13 Aug 2010 7 Comments
in Food! Yum, Oklahoma Memories, Random Tags: best Mexican food in the world, food, margarita, mexican food, Norman, Oklahoma, sooner, Tarahumara's
Whole. Wide. World. In case you were wondering.
I was just talking with my friend Taylor about how much I miss and adore Oklahoma Mexican food, and Tarahumara’s Mexican Café in particular. Adore is probably the understatement of the century.
Any time I left Norman for a long period of time, Tarahumara’s was my first stop when I got back. Case in point: Went to China, went straight from the airport to Tarahumara’s; Went to Italy, Taylor picked me up from the airport and we met everyone at Tarahumara’s; Was gone for the summer, Tarahumara’s; Haven’t been there in three days, Tarahumara’s.
It was a glorious thing. A god damn gift from above.
But now I live in California, and Californians think that queso is just … cheese. PA-LEASE! You gotta get yourself to Oklahoma for some OkieMex. That shit’s where it’s at, fa real, yo.
Anyway, this reminiscent conversation with Taylor evoked some strong emotions, and I couldn’t hold them in as hard as I tried.
So here it is:
Ode to Tarahumara’s
Oh Tarahumara’s Mexican Café, how I love you so.
I have been missing you so much, and I think it’s starting to show.
My pants fit a little looser now, and my fat intake is down,
All because my favorite Mexican food is in another town.
Why do you have to be so far away from me?
All I want are some of your chicken enchiladas—smothered in cream cheese.
Mexican food here in California just isn’t the same,
What’s that I hear? It’s your chips and queso calling my name.
Mexican food here is a tiny tortilla sprinkled with cilantro,
Give me my rice and beans and a side of sour cream sauce, pronto!
Don’t forget my margarita, you know how to make it just right.
Have another you ask? Why, I think I just might.
Served up in a nice big chilled glass.
Two or three of those will knock me on my ass.
We part ways with a lime-sherbert mint,
A fully belly, and a smile of fulfillment.
I know one day that we will meet again,
Maybe when I come back to town for a football game, that I’m sure the Sooners will win.
Keep your chin up Tarahumara’s, keep your chips crispy, and your sour cream sauce creamy,
For even though I have moved away, I have not moved on, and I still think you’re dreamy.
They said whaaa?!