notinKansasanymore

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We had a four-year-old with a cold, so we watched the Rose Parade on Great-Grandma's living room floor, sitting on pillows, with bowls of cereal.

We have worked on the Downey float in the past, however, because a Cousin lives in Downey and works on it every year.

My Husband and I rode to the game with four relatives who are Wazzuu fans; we bought them pie after the game; they were charming and sweet about the whole Sooners-kicking-butt thing, and we didn't rub it in.

Until we were alone in our van, on the way back to Grandma's - then, many high fives and war whoops.

I'm glad that you got to do some LEAD-type stuff on the break; it seems that I remember some LEAD experiences with you.

Love, niKa

I'm as happy as a submarine with a brand new screen door.

We just got back from the Rose Bowl.

There were little pompoms waiting on the stadium seats for us; we waved them and screamed, and the Sooners kicked some major rear end. It was domination, intimidation, and exhiliration. I screamed like a teenager. I screamed so hard that my lungs still hurt, today.

Wow, that was fun.

What did youse guys do over Christmas vacation? We drug four kids in a Van from here to there, and back again.

Love, niKa

Catcup, I think that Ernie would have loved what you wrote about him. I certainly did. I teach writing for a living, and I think that you should send something in to Reader's Digest about him.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Love, NotinKansasanymore

Until the day, when our eyes behold the City,

Until the day God calls us Home.

Aunt Naomi.

God rest her sweet soul.

God strenghthen Walter and his family.

Simon, you're going to be in trouble if you were sitting next to ME! Honestly, though, I just tried to remember who used to be my rowmates at Corpsnight, and I can't even recall who those lucky believers were. I must have provided a fair amount of amusement, with my struggles to keep awake. I eventually learned that if I took off my nametag, and stuck myself with the pin, it would wake me up for about ten minutes or so. I also perfected the art of Corpsnight Chair Isometrics. I also drew pictures, wrote poems, and . . .

well, what did YOU do to stay awake in meetings?

Speaking from experience gained as a 38-yr-old nevermarriedCorpsgradEx-way, and now looking back, as a 45-yr-old really, really happily married mother-of-two and stepmother-of-two:

Nobody would disagree that there are many aspects to meeting and deciding upon a mate, and I acknowledge right up front that the aspect which I will address is ONLY ONE OF THEM. But, here goes:

If you haven't yet, join a gym. Spend a little time pampering yourself by getting that ripped stomach, and those Madonna arms that you know are in there somewhere. If you're overweight, take care of that. Then, enjoy just being yourself. Your self-image will be very high, and you will naturally attract quality men without trying all that hard. This will only partly be because of your physical body. (Okay, if anybody out there wants to say, at this point, that the physical aspect is too shallow for quality, good-hearted men to care about, then I submit that such "anyones" are sweet, but misguided.) No, the real reason that you will attract men is that you will BE the best, physically, that you can be, and that kind of good health transposes itself into all aspects of one's personality and mindset. There really is something to all this physical fitness stuff. Try it, if you already haven't, and watch any problems meeting men just melt away.

Another benefit to being healthy is increased longevity. The guys one meets in the gym are, statistically, likely to be longer-lived than the guys who never exercise. Assuming that you really like him, you're going to want him around for awhile.

Good luck, F.B. Just listen to your heart, and to "that still, small voice." You'll do just fine. So often, it is while reaching out to help and heal others, that we receive help and healing ourselves. God bless you, brother.

Sorry; I don't know anything about John these days. I just wanted to go on record as saying that he had one of the best smiles, and biggest hearts, I ever saw. What a nice, nice guy. I hope that you find him.

May God rest Sam, and may God bless you, Yan. Thank you for telling us about him.

May God rest Becky, and may He strengthen and comfort Max, Christopher, and Kim.

My husband took me to see the movie xXx yesterday. If you like fast action and impossible stunts, you'll love this movie.

I also think I'm beginning to understand the tattoo thing, now.

It made me feel old, but I surely loved the ride.

Today, July 25, there are nine men trapped in a water-flooded coal mine, in Pennsylvania. Please take a moment to pray for them. Drilling equipment has been brought in to help get them out, but they are 300 feet down, and their situation is dire.

Desperado

Authors: Healey and Frey

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

You've been out ridin'fences for so long, now.

Oh, you're a hard one, I know that you've got your reasons,

but these things that are pleasin' you can hurt you somehow.

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy

she'll beat you if she's able

you know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.

Now it seems to me some fine things

have been laid upon your table

but you only want the ones that you can't get.

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger.

Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home.

And freedom, oh freedom, well, that's just some people talkin',

your prison is walking through this world all alone.

Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime?

When the sky won't snow and the sun won't shine,

It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day.

You're loosin' all your highs and lows.

Ain't it funny how the feelin' goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

Come down from your fences, open the gate.

It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you.

You better let somebody love you

You better let somebody love you

before it's too late.

I second this! Angela is one of the most wonderful individuals it's ever been my pleasure to know. I'd love to know how she's doing.

vfashby@ou.edu

In the name of the Ice Cream Bowl, I hereby initiate the new 9th Corps Thread.

Ladies, were you on Don and Bill's "list?"

How many ways ARE there to eat old popcorn?

What was the most innovative excuse you ever heard for being late?

Did you ever end up on the jackhammer crew?

I'm breaking the champagne bottle against the bow; this thread has been christened.

As a Corps grad on staff at the time, all we knew was that Chris Geer was going to teach Corps night that night. What a bombshell!

It's my memory on the subject that the Corps who were listening in at root locations that night were the only ones to hear the whole thing until the following Corps Week. At Corps Week, we all gathered into the main tent and heard it together.

It was the next morning that our sixth corps brother, Harry Cox, was killed instantly by a huge truck, on his way from the Moynihans' residence, where he was staying, presumeably while on his way to the breakfast tent. I've always thought that Harry was probably distracted from his driving, thoughts focused on the presentation of the night before. He was reported by the truck driver to have run a stop sign.