Meetings and Events Upcoming

Here are a list of the upcoming meetings and events that i have particular interest in. Now, this is barring they aren't cancelled by the hurricane.

Humane Society monday night at 7:00 in the Union 3rd floor faculty lounge. hurricane party possible.

Stennis Montgomery Association at 7:00 tuesday night at the Stennis Institute (www.stennismontgomery.blogspot.com)

College Democrats meeting at 5:30 wednesday night in union 3rd floor faculty lounge.

Steve Spurrier returns at South Carolina vs. Central Florida at 6:30 Thursday on ESPN. Vandy also takes on Wake Forest on ESPNU.

MSU vs. Murray State from Scott Field at 6:00 saturday night which means college football all day saturday. My early pick is MSU 47 to 13 over Murray State.

A Knock at My Door

Last night, after i got home, me and mickey were eating dinner while watching "According to Jim" and "Rodney" on ABC, both of which I think are really funny by the way.

Anyway, while eating, I heard this knock at my door. Well, not really a knock, it was more of a meow. And it was coming from the courtyard door. Being the animal person that I am, I went and opened the door and saw a little cat that was black with white paws but unfortunately no collar so if it has an owner, I can't find them to take it home. Of course, I got it a bowl of milk and later invited it in to hang out which of course destroyed my chances of doing homework which i should be doing now since i'm a pretty good ways behind already. damn teachers. anyway, apparently the cat thinks it now lives at my place since it was still hear this morning at 3:45 in the morning until i had to make it stay outside so i could actually study. For those of you who don't know, I am very easily distracted so I need quiet and alone time to study and for it to also be cool temps where i study (invigoration i guess). anyway, apparently it might just need a home so if anybody wants a cute friendly cuddly cat, let me know. until then, i'll be trying to find its actual home if it has one. until then, it comes inside to play and during non study time, and sleeps in the dog house outside since i have no dog here at state (hershey and lacelei stay in corinth with me parents). which basically means i do a lot less running b/c lacelei ain't trying to eat me (not really, she just likes to chase and bark at my heels in a snarling playful way).

however, i have said and promised i would get a dog (not a cat) from the shelter sometime within the next month, time permitting. apparently, it is tough to get and take care of a donkey. anyway, off to study, then college dems booth 9:30 to 12:30 this wednesday (8/24) morning.

ps: help out the humane society with supplies, community service hours, or monetary donations. they are located in their new building on industrial road (the one at the 3 way with the national guard armory) on the right about a quarter to a half a mile past the BP station (corner of lynn lane and industrial road). less than 2 minute drive from highway 12.

College Democrats Meeting Time

Since I haven't posted in a while (time management inefficiencies, school work, humane society, democrat stuff), i thought i'd post our meeting time since bogard (blog.bogard.org) mentioned for me to do so on his blog.

Hence,

The MSU College Democrats will meet each Wednesday from 5:30 until 6:30 or 7 in the union faculty lounge on the third floor of the union. that is the first door if u u-turn right as you top the stairs coming from the post office. If need be, we can schedule a second meeting time to better meet the schedules of our members or interestees (tew republicans or any other style rat republican not included).

Federation of College Democrat meets in Jackson Saturday.

Also, the great MSU Humane Society chapter meets this Monday at 7:00 in the Union 3rd floor lobby. Come out and support our furry pals. The leaders are Rheda and Suzanne and me of course (i got the money bags).

Home in Corinth Again

For the first time since june 30th, i am back in corinth as of last wendesday after arriving back in starkville from san fran around 2 or 3 tuesday mornin. and i must say, after a long week and a half, it was nice to take a break for a couple of days and sit around and be lazy and watch the pga championship starting thursday and finishin tomorrow even if tiger made the cut (he just better not win). however, i did get bored lazyin around thursday and friday so i actually cut the grass even though mickey and dad were supposed to do it. today was good since we were at the golf course by 8 (yes, on a saturday mornin) to play golf with mickey, my dad, and robert. our scores need not be mentioned nor put on record. (put it this way, me and robert ripped up our score card after scramblin as a team the second 9.) i also got to go by refreshments and talk with all the great people there. them people are so much fun.

As for upcoming blog posts:

The Travelin saga to yda in san fran (it was unique none the less).

The Trip to YDA in San Fran (oh so nice). elections, speakers, jokes, sightseeing, sky high views, things in hotels, singin yahtzee randomly with issac (michigan), barkin with seals, and of course, scrappy (the donkey).

The leadership of jennifer daniels, now retired president of the msu humane society.

The leadership of robert hooks, president of the young democrats of mississippi and the national YDA event that may just land in MS (could it be, real liberals on the coast, not just pretenders).

Learnin how i'm more impatient annoyed than i thought.

Anyway, vote donkey, and take care. I gotta go watch the last of the 3rd round of the pga championship.

ps: school starts thursday with the drill and student involvement fair. yippee, plus other stuff.

Bad Luck Struck it Rich

I've started wondering this fateful question: "Could my luck get anyworse?" I could go into detail about recent cruelty of bad luck (something new everyday it seems) but I have my final econ exam at 6 this mornin so i can be in jackson, ms by 11 to go to san fran. Put it this way, if its any type of transit, its gone wrong within the last week. Plus psycho AC's, class upheavels, and other mean little stuff.

Hence, hoepfully, on my way to san fran, i'm goin to have my blankie, me pillow, and me stuffed donkeys Scrappy and Patriot. Of course, when we get to New Mexico, the RV will break down and be stranded i'm sure oh well. Anyway, all i can say is "oh brother" and "be careful" and "of course, why not"

Yard Sale, YDA, Great Leaders, and Future Posts

below is the beginnings of my next two or 3 posts coming later (tomorrow i hope).

a) one from last weekend on the humane society yard sale

b) one from this week on my trip with members of ydms to san fran wednesday thru monday

c) one on jennifer daniels, the best and most dedicated student organization leader at State for the 2004-2005 school year leadin the humane society. jennifer and daniel melder are me community service and leadership heroes.
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The Yard Sale

the yard sale was extremely tiring but lots of fun. i was up 40 plus hours straight and jennifer outdid me by at least 4 hours. i dunno how she made it. the u-haul broke down so we had to carry everything by a line of cars, trailers, and trucks. people started stalkin the prey at freakin 2 in the mornin, then at 4:30, some just parked there cars and waited swarmin us at like a little after 5 when we weren't scheduled to start at 6. and some of them were freakin crazy. it was a long friday night, all 24 hours saturday and then sunday mornin and early afternoon. and jennifer is like awesome. i was about to pass out and she was still tickin. poor jason, she ran him ragged too. the hell with u-hauls out of columbus. its like u haul the truck around, not the truck haulin the goods.

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The Beginning of the YDA Trip: Plannin and travel arrangements

speakin of transportation issues, our private plane to san fran for young democrats of america is stuck in venezuela with mechanical problems. ain't that nice. here's the kicker. we are now leavin wednesday at 11 and drivin 30 plus hours one way to san fran and then 30 plus hours back. at least it is on a really nice campaign style RV bus bein that it is the one john edwards travelled in when campaignin for vice-president in the southwest U.S. Still, it will be long and someone is likely to be tarred and tossed out of the bus b/c they'll tick everyone off. Hopefully not me.

Anyways, i now have to crash study for me 2 final exams which i have to take tomorrow (tuesday) since we are leaving wednesday, the day they were scheduled. yikes. i don't normally pray but i might should start.
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See ya soon. Off to study again. Lucky i got bloggin and some other stuff to keep the stress down and relax. Take care ya'll.

Why I Love College Football in the South

I've been arguing with my friend robert about why college football is so great, especially here in the South. While runnin through arron dees blog ( http://adees14.blogspot.com/ ) who i just happenned to link from RJ's , i noticed this ( http://captainm.blogspot.com/ ). And yes, i immediately fell in love with it.

All i can say is "Yeah, what he said."

By B.J. Bennett
SouthernPigskin.com
Senior Editor

Simply put, it's different down here - just ask former Heisman trophy winner Frank Sinwich.

"I'm from Ohio," the University of Georgia legend once said, "but if I'd known what it was like down south, I would have crawled down here on my hands and knees."

Football in the south is an interesting beast. It's not a game, it's not a pastime...it's a way of life. It's a mixed drink of family, religion, politics and pageantry, spiked with shots of antagonism, arrogance and pride.

Critics label our view of college football as naive and tendentious. Our response? We couldn't agree more. Southerners revel in regional bias, and why shouldn't we? In the south, we transform a vast picnic area into The Grove. We see a stadium on the river and bring a Navy. We take a plain desert stone and make it magic. We have The Chop, The Chomp and The Ramblin' Wreck. We root for the same team as our dad, the same team as his dad and say "to heck" with the team of your dad's dad. We call players by their first names, anyone on the athletic staff "coach", and to the chagrin of media pundits and those who just don't understand, we say "we".

Southern football is why my grandmother spent fall Saturday's in orange capris, blue reebok classics and alligator jewelry and had a football card of Danny Wuerffel taped to her dresser. It's the same reason why my mom can't watch the fourth quarter, my dad won't watch the first quarter and my uncle and his two sons have walked around Valdosta, Georgia with a little more pep in their step since December 7th, 2002.

Southern football isn't tailgating, it's all-nighting. It's not about painting your face, it's about painting your chest. It's not about grills, it's about cookers. Inside the stadium, you don't talk to your neighbors, you yell at them. Those around you aren't strangers, they're 80,000 of your closest friends. You don't go on the road when you travel to see your team play...you go home.

Down here, you're not born a boy or a girl, you're born a Gamecock or Tiger. Down here, football is just as entrenched in our culture as Jesus, sweet tea and barbeque sandwiches. We say "Yes Ma'm" and "No Sir", but we also say "Roll Tide", "War Eagle" and "Pig Sooey". Down here two plus two equals third down and six.

Southern football is why you drive through Wrightsville, Georgia and see "The Home of Herschel Walker" on Highway 15. It's why hundreds of adults in the state of Alabama are named "Bear". Southern football is Billy Cannon, Bo Jackson and Archie, Eli and Peyton Manning. It's Bobby Bowden, Vince Dooley and the Ole' Ball Coach. It's detergent boxes under toilet paper, frat boys in team-colored pants - it's Lynyrd Skynyrd and Molly Hatchet in button-down shirts, Southern Living with a cowboy hat; it's a clash of styles that produces a scene often imitated but never duplicated. Ever.

The setting? So picturesque you don't want to touch it, yet so enthralling you just can't let it go. It's a similar one in Knoxville, Tennessee, Starkville, Mississippi and Blacksburg, Virginia, and it has been for years.

Southern football is Erk Russell joking, "we don't cheat at Georgia Southern, that costs money and we don't have any." It's John Heisman saying, "it's better to have died as a young boy than to fumble the football." It's Bobby Dodd saying he'd rather face the lions in the colesium than the Tigers in Baton Rouge. It's Clemson fans stating they would rather be on probation than lose to Furman.

The players, the coaches and the rivalries are captivating here in the south. Florida-Georgia weekend causes more people to call in sick on Monday morning than the stomach flu and strept throat, Alabama-Auburn divides households, neighborhoods and the entire state, and The Egg Bowl is a true late November fixture. The storylines are just as alluring. Think "The Choke at Doak", "Lindsay Scott!!" or the 1961 Clemson-South Carolina game where a group of USC students inpersonated the Tiger football team in pre-game warm-ups, catering to the crowd and the band before flopping all over the field and mocking Clemson's agricultural background with milking hand-motions.

Though the press tries to hype the last week in the regular season as rivalry week, every week is rivalry week in the south.

Something down here makes this game different. College football has a legitimate influence on state governments, a major affect on commerce and local economies and is the lifeblood and pulse of God's country.

Perhaps former Tennessee Volunteer radio personality George Mooney put it best. "Southerners are proud of their football heritage, their schools, and their teams. And they share a deep pride that goes with being from the South," he said.

It's a match made, and currently outplayed, in heaven.

Ain't this article great. Its so awesome and so true.

Police = Safety on the Roads

I've been thinkin about the work of police on the roads in relation to drinking and driving and who gets stopped and why and what for for some unknown reason that i can't seem to think of right now. But anyway, here it goes:

1) I'm glad to see our police department out working pulling suspicious people over for drinking and driving. Drinking (alcohol) and Driving is deadly and very much against the law. Hence, if they find someone who is drinkin and drivin, punish them to the fullest extent of the law.

2) I'd rather a cop pull someone over with only the slightest hint that they may be drivin under the influence than not and risk not pulling someone who is intoxicated over. Even if the person is innocent and sober, 5 minutes of inconvenience is not gonna hurt them. the ensuring of there's and the public's safety is worth the time.

3) I myself have had to do the stupid human tricks that is part of the drunk driving test b/c i was stopped at a road block in ackerman going back to kosciusko from a baseball game and since i had a cold, i was takin throat lozenges and chloraseptic spray so my breath smelled like alcohol from the medicine. it took less than 5 minutes, i thanked the cop for doing his job, and finished drivin back to kosciusko. no biggie.

4) I've been in a drunk-driving accident montgomery, AL in which a woman was killed so i might be a bit biased.

So basically, i'd rather someone sober who might have crossed the yellow or white lines out of distraction or somethin be inconvenienced and have to play the stupid human tricks game than a cop worry about harassing people and not pull over someone they think might have been drinkin. Thats about it.