Fall.....almost

So without a doubt, my favorite sporting event to watch is a college football game. This time of year is always so wonderfully full of promise and trash talking and I love it. While some would argue that my reaction of being emotionally handicapped following an OU loss is unhealthy, I say that it's perfectly alright. I mean, the reality is that most men are competitive like me and at some point we become too old to compete on our own: enter sports. Whether it's on the college or professional level, fans identify with their teams as if they were in the locker room before the game, strapping up to go and do battle with the rest of the players. In Norman, for example, there is neither a time of year nor an hour of the night in which you can yell "BOOMER!" and not have someone scream back with conviction the required guttural response of "SOONER!" Bliss.

Onto other business. I have started playing in the Springdale Soccer League. It is really fun for a variety of reasons. I get to play soccer, the teams are competitive, and the team I play for is sponsored by a restaurant so I get some amazing free Mexican food. The only drawback is that we play every Sunday morning at 8. Normally I like getting up early but I like having at least one day to sleep in during the weekend. Oh well, it is more than worth it. I will let you know if we win the league championship (apparently this team has for 2 years running).

Lastly, I have been running sound a lot at the Grove lately and it is soooo much fun. I'm getting better at it as I practice more so that makes it even more fun. I think I find it so enjoyable because running live sound is artistry. You are trying to make the musicians blend together in the way the showcases their vision and talents in the most accurate and clear way. When you get the mix just right, it is truly a great feeling. I just wish that I could pick out the problem frequencies as quickly as my friend Tucker. Someday...

Everyone enjoy your Labor Day and Monday off from work!

My New Camera

So it's been a long time coming, but I have finally stepped into the 2000's and gotten a digital camera/camcorder. I am unbelievably stoked about the possibilities that are presented to me now. I should give my parents the proper kudos for the b-day present: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!!! Really the main reason I wanted this is so that I can keep everyone abreast (yeah, I said it) of what's happening with me wherever I am in the world. Plus now I have a camera that is basically nicer than Harkey's. I mean seriously, you can fit my camera into his camera backpack a hundred times over. Top it!

Ok, so I know it has been over a week since I've last posted so I will give you a couple of gems from only the first day of tinkering with my new toy. Just imagine what the future will bring.....

Hirsch looking unnecessarily upset at Bueno

A Day in the Life...

The List of Eight

I will acquiesce and play this silly little game of tag that has been running through the blog world lately, but I will not tag 8 friends as I hope to stop the madness. Consider my take on this more along the lines of freeze tag. And here we go:

Fact 1: It took me 5 and 1/2 years as well as 4 universities across 2 countries to finish my undergrad in finance. (and I only changed majors once)

Fact 2: Last night I grilled 1200 hotdogs, yes, 1200 for a back to school bash at a local middle school as a publicity campaign for the bank. Way too much heat, meat, and peeps.

Fact 3: I have never broken a bone in my existence as a human. (mine or anyone else's)

Fact 4: I did not sleep through the night until I was 2 years old. God bless my parents.

Fact 5: I have visited another country (typically Mexico) every year since 2000. Yea me!

Fact 6: Humidity is my friend. My favorite time of the year is the balmy summer eve where you find yourself a bit sticky even while only wearing a swim suit and flip flops. Delightful.

Fact 7: I once tried to impress a girl by telling her that she could call me "stick." I hated the rest of my middle school career.

Fact 8: When I was 2 years old, I locked my own granny out of her house and proceeded to pour a glass full kool-aid and place it on the floor in the middle of the kitchen without drinking a drop. I then let granny back in. To this day, I have no idea what that was all about.

Well, I hope you enjoyed my personal info. If you read this, you are not tagged and/or are un-tagged if someone else has so viciously done so.

Update

I apologize for not posting until today. I have had a not so fun week with work and other things going on in my personal life. On a lighter note, I am stupidly excited about college football being just a couple of weeks away. It is such an emotional time of year for me and I can't get enough of it.

There is another topic I want to address, but I'm slightly hesitant to breach this subject as it can be a "can o worms." Nonetheless, here we go: Do you believe that speaking in tongues is something available to all Christians if we just ask (like forgiveness from God), or that it is something that God chooses to give to only certain people (maybe like how we all have our own individual gifts). Please, I would love to get some feedback on this. I know it can be difficult to answer something like this with the brevity that are comments on blogs, but if you can, please give me your thoughts. Thanks.

New Ft. Sullivan

I am going to Tulsa this weekend to help my parents move homes. They are moving from "south" Tulsa to "mid-town." I really like the area they are moving to and am excited to be so much closer to cool stuff when I visit Tulsa however I am not excited to move them this weekend. Not only is it supposed to be 103 degrees in Tulsa on Saturday, but this thing called the PGA tour is in town essentially doubling the traffic throughout the city. These two things will make moving a pain, but it will be worth is when it's all said and done to have a new base of operations whilst in T-town.

That is really all I have for the moment. Just felt like catching peeps up to date since so many of my friends are already abroad. Off to Tulsa!

Two of My Favorite Things

Two of the things I enjoy most in life are: kids and old friends.

(PK2 & I - He tried to convince me he wasn't ticklish so I had to prove him wrong)

(Tucker & I - Also ticklish fyi)

I don't have a digital camera yet, so when I see pictures that are dear to me I like to share them. Maybe I'm feeling so nostalgic lately because of my impending move across the border. I know, I know....I still have about 4 months until I go but in my mind it's racing up on me: or more accurately, I'm trying to will it here as fast as I can. Either way I still love pictures that make me feel deeply. So thank you to all of my friends that are tough enough to stick around even after really getting to know me. And a special thank you to the kids that aren't too scared of me to play with me.

Family at Work

I really enjoy my job for the most part. Occasionally I clash with my boss on some ethical questions, but aside from that, I really do enjoy where I work and who I work with. In truth, I have come to love certain people at work as if they were family. It's actually quite easy with how they treat me and vice versa. I have a grandma, mom, questionable uncle, and many siblings. This older lady in particular I'm quite fond of. Her name is Rosa Lea and she is the most unabashedly outspoken person I've ever met and her cooking is outstanding! She will often just stop by to ask how I'm doing and we'll chat away for 15 minutes at a time. Actually, we're almost related. My uncle through marriage is her brother-in-law's nephew. I know, just take some time to think about it. So she knows my grandma, aunt, uncle, and a host of other family members. What can I say? It's fun.

One downside to having so many siblings around work is that sometimes they all gang up on one of the siblings: yesterday that sibling was me. I like to shoot people with rubber bands when I get bored (it's all out of love of course), but apparently it warranted a strategic assault on my corner of the lobby yesterday. The short story is that I had 5 ladies mercilessly pelting me with rubber bands all at once. I'm pretty sure I was bleeding out of my ears when it was all said and done. I will just say that now I can empathize with someone who's been stoned....

In other news I get to run sound at the Grove again this week. I'm especially pumped because now I'm armed with the knowledge of how to stop the freaking mirror ball from coming ablaze and causing the Grove to want to put on their sweetest bell bottoms in order to disco dance the night away. Stupid Dickson St. theater! *shaking my fist*