god saves

Apparently when Wayne Simien was a junior at KU he found God. And while I don’t always understand that, for him it was a good thing. It got him off the drinking, the drugs and the women. But the next part of his story is what I really find interesting.

After college he of course entered the NBA and that’s where he discovered there is no room for God. Players figured it would only be a matter of time before he was out boozing it up, whoring it up, drugging it up. Some even made it a mission to turn him. But he wasn’t having any part of that and after a couple years he left the NBA. Not because he was hurt and not because no one wanted him, but because he couldn’t find a place there where it was okay to believe what he did. And while I still don’t understand or agree with the whole ‘god’ thing, I find it sad that a guy who is so good at basketball…a guy who bleeds crimson and blue…thought the only way to stay true was to remove himself from that group of people. It crushes me a group like the NBA is so corrupt and dysfunctional that there is no place for a Christian. What a great group of role models we have there.

Simien is back in Lawrence and I think he’ll do much greater things there than any of those players will ever do.

red balloon goodbyes

A good friend of mine is leaving town. He’s found love…and it’s not here. So I have to let him go.

Friday night was his going away party and for reasons unknown to me we wound up at The Red Balloon. It was an interesting night to say the least. A lot of us had not been there before so we headed over together as we had heard the crowd was a little rough around the edges. I’m half way there when my friend Wagner calls. Wants to know where the hell we are. Her and her boyfriend are the only one’s there and they are being sized up by the locals. We’re coming I tell her.

Now don’t get me wrong…I don’t hang out with pretentious people…but this was a little outside most of our comfort zones and I’m pretty sure the people there totally thought we were pretentious.

A couple of us walk in together to a room of folding tables and chairs. There’s a bar in the corner and the locals look scary…and they are eyeing us suspiciously. We sit down and order drinks. I get lucky they have a vodka i like…the beers are miller, miller light, bud, bud light and not much more. Some of us are subject to ATM fees as this is a cash only establishment. We are still being eyed by the locals. We try to ignore the girls who look like they could lay us out with one punch and pretend not to see the ass crack hanging out or the belly hanging below his shirt and over his sweat pants. The menu consists of spaghetti o’s, tator tots and potatoe’s (trust me…every marketing manager with me found those mis-spellings and then some).

About 30 minutes in we have a pretty good crowd so we are a little less intimidated until its time to go to the bathroom. We have decided to go in pairs (we have also agreed to go to the bar in pairs) but there is really only room for one person in the two stall bathroom. Let’s just say I’m glad i like my co-workers. I guess the men’s bathroom was worse with one urinal and two stalls without doors. The stalls were kind of raised and one of my friends was just waiting to walk in on some guy taking a shit for everyone to see.

The worst part of the evening was the fact that this is one of the last “smoking is okay inside” establishments left in the area. Half way through the night I knew I was gonna pay for this. I wound up with every piece of clothing smelling (down to my bra) along with my leather purse and leather boots…I was sent straight to the shower when i got home. I think I sounded like a smoker for the better part of the weekend.

Some of the best parts of the evening consisted of:

1. The bartender running through the entire play list of Evanescence karaoke style

2. My good friend being approached by a very mean looking female local who wanted to (and succeeded at) rubbing his clean shaven bald head

3. Every woman in the joint screaming along to a karaoke version of Alanis Morrisette’s “You Oughta Know”

4. Chewey and T-Wag singing Meatloaf’s “Paradise By the Dashboard Light”

5. Else hugging me so she could rub her boobs against mine

While saying goodbye sucks, as I sat in this dive bar on Friday I realized that somehow over the past 5 1/2 years I have managed to meet some of the best people I’ll probably ever meet. It’s taken a long time for me to finally fall into a group of friends who are mine, who will always get me, who will help me to the end…but they were all there Friday night. And they may come and go, and they may be hard to hold onto sometimes and they ALL have their flaws….but their mine. And I wouldn’t trade any of them for anything. There isn’t any place I wanted to be Friday night except with them…even if it meant that in the end I had to let one of them go.

And I did. He has been a huge part of my life for 5 years and he’s one of the one’s I’ll know till the end. I’ll miss him terribly and I love him to death but he’s not going far and forever is a long time…so I can’t say he’ll be gone forever. But if he is, I have to be OK with that…because he found what he’s been looking for. And in the end, we all deserve to get what we want, right?

shut your pie hole

I am taking a class on Thursday night. And anyone who has taken any class knows there is always that one person who loves to hear themselves talk. The one who has an answer for EVERYTHING. Well, I’ve got one…and tonight I discovered that in a 3 hour period it is possible for someone to talk 45 different times. Funny thing is, I’ve told this woman 3 times now where I live and every time I tell her she acts like this is completely new information to her. She maybe needs to work a little more on listening.

bureaucracy at its best

Today i discovered that I can’t get a new driver’s license without an updated social security card that I never got after I got married. So i trek over to the social security office the day after my license has expired and find out i can’t get a new social security card with an expired license and a wedding certificate that is from more than 2 years ago. I’m instructed to get medical records to prove who I am…because clearly yesterday with a valid ID I could prove I was me, but today I can’t. The best part is, I walk into the doctor’s office and sign for the release of my medical records and NO ONE asks to see my ID. Awesome!

honesty is the best policy

Today i discovered 6-year-olds are very honest.

We went to dinner tonight for my b-day with Mandy and Derek and they had Gabe. My car is bigger than there’s and we took mine so we would have room for 4 adults and a booster seat. Gabe climbs in my back seat and says “wow, this car is clean.” My sister’s car is a crap fest on a good day and it made me laugh. He tried to retract when he realized my sister was jokingly offended but didn’t know quite how to do that.

worth while

My commute to and from work is long and tedious most days…especially during the dead of winter. But today the sun was out a little and the clouds were moving fast and I got quite the show. These are the days that its all worth it. So while everyone else drove shorter distances and stared at stop light after stop light, I got this…