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Posted in bff, drama drama drama, fall is football, gators, grrrrr., teaching on September 17, 2009 by drbolte

“i hate this week, and i just want it to be over.”

that’s what i said this morning to the bff, who in his magnificent, non-fixer way just hugged me.  he didn’t tell me “hey. idiot. it’s thursday. it IS almost over.” he didn’t say “my good grief, woman, what is it about thursdays with you?”

he just hugged me.  then he made me laugh.  by that time, i had decided to make today a good day.

so as i am biting the head off of animals (in cracker form, of course…the last was a camel), i thought i’d blog about what’s been going on with me.

in really vague terms.

first, to update you on the student situation, things are better. i have begun to realize that a) not all of the populations that i teach are the same. i need to adapt, and realizing that has eliminated a lot of my frustration. i’ll still be expecting a lot…but i think if i begin to think of student population a as more like student population c than student population b (a, b, and c all being institutions where i currently teach), i am suddenly much more able to deal.

also, i laid the compassionate smackdown on the class that was bothering me most and called out the sleeping students in the other class.  of course, big giant turdhead sleeping student then gave me major attitude after class, wrapped in fake respect, so that frosted my cookies but i believe in karma and so i believe that his freshman butt will have some kind of major comeuppance soon.  and that warms the cold cockles of my shriveled, cynical heart.

anyway.

i have been feeling pretty lame, physically and in many ways.  the megalameness stemmed from something that i can’t/won’t talk about here.  nothing bad.  nothing that involved anyone else. i just felt like an idiot. i should have known better. i should have listened to my head instead of my girl emotions.  i should have been able to push past my preoccupation and gotten things done.

couldawouldashoulda never got anyone anywhere, but there you go.  i really felt stupid.

but at this point i sort of just shrug and call it experience. i don’t really know what else to do. i suppose i might be vindicated–maybe i’m not as stupid as i think–but maybe not. and if not? experience.

experienceexperienceexperience. all things are for our profit and learning.

but this feeling stupid and lame has really put a megaseriouscrimp in my multitasking, work-the-to-do-list mentality.  i am behind, and…well, i don’t like being behind.

(it contributes to the feeling megalame.)

in what is a serious pile of crap that might be tinged with a silver lining, the student ticket office essentially called me a liarface when i tried to go pick up the tickets that we purchased from another season ticket holder.  even though they have let me not only pick up tickets with those same IDs (obviously not mine, or else what would be the reason for purchasing them from someone else?) for TWO WEEKS STRAIGHT but i’ve also upgraded one of those tickets using the same id.

ohhailackofconsistentenforcement aka it’s the first SEC game and blah.

apparently i have to get someone who actually has season tickets in their name to pick up my tickets with theirs.  guess what? it’s the first sec game so everyone already did oh hello grrr.

so instead of spending 4 hours in the swamp on saturday afternoon, i will be spending 4 hours in front of my tv. i’ll be wearing blue, like urban asked, and i may even create  a gameday meal that is all blue and orange related foods.  this may be beneficial because i may be able to get some work done.  this may be beneficial because i will not have to deal with thundering hordes of drunk people.  this may be beneficial because i will not get sunburned/dehydrated/nauseous at said game.

this is not beneficial because the bff was really excited. he’s never been to an sec game and, let’s be real–this the best one on our home schedule. i’m hoping that being able to take him to the fsu game will make up for it. prince that he is, he says that it doesn’t matter.  i know that it does, but there’s really nothing that i can do about it.

except possibly make him hot wings.  he might love me lots for that and be grateful to be home rather than paying $4 for some small gatorades.

me and my lion snack can’t wait for this week to be over. not that i want a new one to come–oh no, i’d like to hit pause on sunday–but because the next one is going to be much better than this one.

i just don’t know how it couldn’t be.

because i’m a giver…

Posted in bff, domestic goddess, fall is football, gators, hilarity, oh so very random on September 12, 2009 by drbolte

…i will let you know that when you have accomplished about as much as i guess you can on a particular level in guitar hero as a solo guitarist, you play a gig with sting, ozzy, and travis barker from blink 182. when you only somewhat survive the final metallica song, apparently you all jump off of the skyscraper in times square that you were playing on (literally…we were on the roof).

then you fly through the sky in a wooden viking boat being pulled by griffins, still with sting, ozzy, and travis, playing some song that you’ve never heard as the credits roll. but then they give you ANOTHER gig…so i really have no idea if my guitar alter ego isabella is dead, playing gigs in some mythological heaven, or if successfully playing a gig with the prince of darkness is so transcendent that the whole griffin thing was a whacked out vision/trip.

discovering and pondering this at 11pm as the bff told me i beat the game =  a friday well-spent.

well, that combined with getting all the laundry done and not having to make dinner because it was leftover night and grading all of the papers for my UPX class.

in other news, i’m not at the gator game because the bff is working until 2.  it’s currently raining in the swamp.

never been so happy to be home, in my gator shirt and cutoffs with my orange and blue apron (i was cleaning!), trying to get work done.

this is why i bleed orange and blue.

Posted in fall is football, gators on September 5, 2009 by drbolte

finally, it’s here.

tonight, the question is not will we win…the question is by how much?

update on cxxvii: magic shoes.

Posted in c, etcetera, faith is action, fall is football, gators, i am not a gym rat, me, mirror mirror on the wall, the glass is half FULL on April 23, 2009 by drbolte

i went to rack room and bought some nikes.

they are pure magic.

know how i know?

9 minute 20 second miles on the crossramp.  doing intervals.

but whaaa?!?

also, while i was at said gym, i watched ESPN a little. and when i was watching ESPN? i saw a story about how percy harvin may have tested positive for pot at the february nfl draft dealio.

yeah, good job there percy.

(idiot. if it’s true. but even if it’s not, they spent a copious amount of time talking about how he lives in a little something called percy land, where he thinks everything is about him. that’s gotta suck. plus…i think it’s true.)

so i crossramped for 6.5 miles and 63 minutes and i think i’ll go to the stadium tonight.

go me.

it’s amazing how much happier i feel and how much more at home in my own skin i feel when i’m full of endorphins. it was an extraordinary difference yesterday afternoon.  why don’t i remember that more often?

i hope stadiums go as well.  i like working hard for something.  i hope i remember that as well.

mesa vignettes.

Posted in bff, etcetera, fall is football, forward my mail, Life, perfect brightness of hope, superheckyes on February 3, 2009 by drbolte

i went to arizona this weekend, in case you didn’t know.  i was gone friday and saturday and returned late sunday night/early monday morning.  it was a long weekend, but wonderful, because i got to see one of my friends get married for time and all eternity to someone who is wonderful and really deserves her.  it proves that Heavenly Father’s promises are sure.  that was nice to remember.

a few highlights of my trip:

  • i saw bride wars for bachelorette night (oh yeah…we mormon girls go buck wild).  it was WAY cuter than i thought it would be.  if you haven’t seen it, you should.
  • i don’t think the weather could have been more perfect, but my feet DIED in the shoes i wore to the wedding.  i was really seriously in pain.  my feet have not been in closed toed shoes since, and if i can keep that trend going, i will. i think the 49 degrees tomorrow will kill it, but who knows.
  • i did not catch the bouquet. i definitely wanted to, but i didn’t.  the girl who did, however (there were only like four of us single girls of age trying for it…the rest were kids), gave it to me because i am dating someone and she is not.
  • i brought that thing home with me.  on two different flights.  i answered lots of questions about it, and let me just tell you…it’s a little weird to tell people that no, i wasn’t in a wedding. no, i was not the bride (yes, i actually got asked that…which i thought was WEIRD since i was not wearing a wedding ring or traveling with a hot husband but whatever…).  no, i didn’t even catch the bouquet. yes, someone gave it to me.  it was sort of funny.  hard to keep from destroying the bouquet on the sardine-like flights we took home, but…it made it home in one piece.
  • in the atlanta airport on sunday, we had a three hour layover. this layover was made INFINITELY more okay by the super bowl, which was playing on most every airport screen.  we sat with a bunch of random strangers and watched, cheered, and argued about whether or not that steelers touchdown was in.  one rather loud, sort of weird guy kept arguing that it wasn’t.  OF COURSE IT WAS. HE CROSSED THE PLANE OF THE ENDZONE. HIS TOES WERE DOWN. IT WAS IN.  GOOD GRIEF.  and that was rather my tone when we were all arguing about it.  and, yes, i do argue with random strangers in airports about football. thanks for asking.
  • i think i probably text messaged the bff most of every day that i was gone.  and then, last night, i proceeded to delete every single text message in my inbox…including all of the ones that i had hoped to save because they made my heart flip flop.  that SUCKED.  i’ve been assured, however, that there will be others to replace it.

that was my weekend.  i think i am not yet fully recovered from it, but i’m trying.  i find myself rather in need of either a real vacation on a beach somewhere or some serious buttkicking, pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps sort of sucking-it-upness.  i’m leaning towards the second with possible plans for the first later.  i have been told that such a vacation will help me with productivity.

maybe?

soggy, but solid.

Posted in all i want for christmas is..., fall is football, gators, i love my life, i love youtube--so sue me, superheckyes, the glass is half FULL, the joys of living in Florida, wish i may wish i might, you should really worship me on November 30, 2008 by drbolte

“are you there in all that rain? GO GATORS!”–a text message i got in the middle of the second quarter at the FSU/UF game in tallahassee.

“heck to the yes! GO GATORS!”–my reply.

i spent the better part of my saturday completely and thoroughly wet.  if not for the heavy duty plastic poncho that my roommate’s dad thought to send with her, i’d have been soaked to the skin and likely hooked up to IV antibiotics by now.

instead, i wore heavy duty clear plastic, thanked the genetic lottery for the natural curl in my hair, and did the gator chomp with reckless abandon.

and gasped when harvin was injured.

but we won’t talk about that.

and thrilled when tebow got VERY ticked off directly after that play, told us all in the stands to get buck wild, and gator chomped in our general direction.

and then scored.

it was a good weekend.

picture me early on, dressed in my “i bleed orange and blue” t-shirt, jeans, and blue and orange beads, standing in the FSU north endzone stands right next to the band, as we kept scoring IN THE POURING RAIN, and then add this soundtrack:

that’s a pretty solid snapshot.

(don’t talk to me about how i felt at the end, when the wind started blowing and i was freezing and STARVING.TO.DEATH.  but there for a good 45 minutes? i was gene kelly.

which just sound way weirder than it needs to.)

GO GATORS.

(and dear santa, please let harvin’s ankle heal by friday. kthanksbye.)

Protected: can i get a FRICKIN’ HECK YES?

Posted in disney princesses got nothin' on me, etcetera, faith is action, fall is football, gators, i love my life, me, superheckyes, the joys of living in Florida on November 20, 2008 by drbolte

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mania. part one. surely bound to be followed by sequels that rival even the worst horror movie.

Posted in etcetera, fall is football, going quietly mad on November 14, 2008 by drbolte

things that have perplexed me in the last twenty four hours:

  • why on earth the roofing company that is working on the roofs (why do i want to write rooves?) of two buildings near ours decided to park the ginormously obnoxious skip (sorry…british slip…dumpster) catty corner ACROSS THE THREE PARKING SPOTS RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR BUILDING. in a parking lot already devoid of extra spots.  oh well. bob on TBL would call it accidental exercise.  but i get angry every single time i see it.  it’s just stupid. and inconsiderate.
  • why all of the sudden the boys at the front desk of the gym want to smile and say things to me when i have been systematically ignored by the poor beleaguered student workers for…uhm…five months.  one of them caught me so by surprise yesterday morning that i croaked out a ‘good’ in response to his smiling ‘how are you?’ and realized that he was the first person i’d spoken to that day.
  • why do i always look perpetually pissed off during exercise?
  • how it is even possible that someone could say, and mean, that every single time they see me i look thinner.  they see me once a week.  it can’t be that miraculous.  really.  and if it’s the case WHY CAN’T I SEE IT TOO?!? good grief, it’s like there’s some sort of magical password and i don’t have it and i want it and i want it right now.
  • is there some sort of gremlin rule related to research for a dissertation chapter, like you can’t read after 11 p.m. or you mustn’t think that you are close to finishing because THAT’S when your entire world will explode with paper and books and things that you MUST. READ. NOW. or is that just me and my process?
  • why i must fill out an affirmative action form for EVERY. SINGLE. JOB. I. APPLY. FOR. i am white and a girl.  good enough?
  • how is it that i have spent like $50 at the grocery store in the last week and yet feel as though i have NOTHING to eat?  that can’t actually be true, right?  what am i missing?  and why can’t black bean burgers be free?

that is all.  have a kickin’ weekend everybody and GO GATORS!

not.

Posted in blogging, etcetera, faith is action, fall is football, gators, i love my life, i promise you that you won't care, me, my amazing mother, the glass is half FULL, the internets, the joys of living in Florida, Uncategorized, you should really worship me on November 13, 2008 by drbolte

she‘s the cool kid, so i’m jumping on her bandwagon.

i am not afraid of challenges, though i am afraid of failing at them. i am not stoic, much as certain circumstances make me wish i was. i am not difficult to read. i am not often at a loss for words, but lately that comes with greater frequency. i am not a believer in sitting by and waiting for life to happen, although i used to be.

i am not likely to be up early, ever, unless that early morning errand is followed by a nice nap.  i am not averse to making my own bread, learning to make my own clothes, or otherwise living by a pioneer standard; however, i do not have time to do that right now.  i am not frequently zen-like; i am almost always thinking of something that has me stewing.  i am not sure what no stress feels like anymore. i am not a fan of dishes, laundry, or mopping floors, although i feel ridiculously productive once i’ve finished those chores.  i am not sure i can marry someone who won’t agree to take out the trash.

i do not believe any aspect of life will ever be truly easy; that’s why i’m always surprised by them when they come around. i do not often believe in my own work until i see evidence that it isn’t the crap that i make it out to be.  i do not wear heels very often, but the more often i do the more i love them. i am not a girly-girl, but i also don’t ever want to pee in the woods.  i am not afraid to sweat like a crazy person during workouts anymore–if someone has a problem with that, that’s theirs and not mine.  i am not afraid of questions.

i am not kidding when i say that i bleed orange and blue, although i am a bit surprised about how that all happened.  i do not feel out of my element talking about college football, although i have a lot left to learn. i am not looking forward to fall saturdays outside the swamp. i am not amused by arrogance, which is why i don’t like professional sports.  i do not think there will ever be an era of gator football like this one, because tebow is truly one-of-a-kind.

i will not eat cottage cheese, under any circumstance. i am not going to listen to your complaining without suggesting ways to fix the situation. i do not have patience with people who refuse to do something to change the things that don’t work in life.  i do not ever want to be a stereotypical anything, but i rebel against those that critique others for, in the course of being who they are, fit into those molds. i do not understand why i have such vivid memories of some things but have whole years that are foggy and seemingly unimportant.

i am not afraid of my family history of breast cancer. i am not inclined to get genetic testing, even though my mom may do it.  i do not believe in chasing trouble, nor do i believe that such information would do anything other than inspire a lifetime of freakouts.  so, i am not delusional, but i do what i want.  i will not live my life in fear.

i do not work well without some sort of pressure. i do not make deadlines very often–i usually am off by a week or so, which i hate.  i am not usually early to places anymore, which invites more anxiety than necessary.  i am not like my mother in so many ways–i fill my gas tank when it’s almost empty, i pay my bills on the day that they’re due, i stay up obscenely late, i buy clothes that she would never look at–but i am not ignorant of the fact that when i bang dishes around the kitchen in a passive-aggressive demonstration of bubbling frustration, i am exactly like her. i do not have a problem with that weird balance.

i will not be in a band, although i’d like to be in my secret hearts of hearts.  i will not have twelve kids, although i once wanted that many. i will not travel the world, more than likely, because i would rather spend my money on something closer to home.  i would not be surprised if my future family involves children that i adopt.

i do not want to live here forever, but i don’t want to leave.  i am not usually the one who understands her own potential; more likely than not, i am the girl looking back and saying ‘what the heck…look how far i’ve come.’ i do not know who i would be if i hadn’t come to florida, hadn’t gone to graduate school, hadn’t grabbed my life and made of it what i wish.  i am not a fan of regrets and wishing for do overs.

i am not who i once was.

what are you not?

classy.

Posted in fall is football, gators, the joys of living in Florida on November 1, 2008 by drbolte

once upon a time, at a little place called the world’s largest cocktail party (no comment), in the fall of 2007, something happened:

let’s just say that it was not received well.  the game didn’t turn out well for the gators.

little known fact about urban meyer and the gators.

if you piss them off, watch out.  they won’t talk about it.  but it’s there.  it’ll be in the video clips shown the players all week. it’ll be in the heart of a quarterback who was a little broken that day in 2007 (you try quarterbacking with one shoulder. go ahead.  try it. or playing a game with a broken bone and not complaining about it.  go ahead.  try it. and then try winning the heisman.  yeah. that’s what i thought.) but who is healthy now.

this is how the gators find their revenge.

four interceptions.

one broken school record, turning our quarterback into the leading rushing touchdown scorer in school history, beating a little guy named emmitt smith.  even baby tebow (john brantley) got a chance to shine.

39 little points that say more than any trash talk could.

they left it on the field.

after every home game, our players sing our alma mater and fight song in front of the band, holding their helmets high.  urban meyer started that, as a way of honoring the band and the fans:

all hail, Florida, hail.

good grief, it’s great to be a Florida Gator.