Happy Texas-OU Weekend

I don’t care about football. It’s nice for the team and their coaches when a team wins, but I don’t feel the fans had anything to do with it or had any stake in it, so I can’t figure out why they jump up and down and yell and feel they had something to do with it personally. Just another case of fanboy-ism, I guess.

Still, Dallas always has a huge party over Texas-OU weekend. Whenever the game is held at the Cotton Bowl, traffic is terrible. I think they’re about to start the game–around 11:00 AM or so–and so I’m doubtful about the trip my mother wants me to take her on. She wants to go down to Henderson east of Central, where my cousin has just moved, to take him some housewarming gifts. But you can SEE downtown from there, so it may be a madhouse. On the other hand, the neighborhood is Bohemian enough that perhaps they feel as I do and don’t care for football and all the fooforaw surrounding a game. So it could be all right.

She’s waffling about it herself. We’ll see if she actually gets her shoes on and starts making noises about being serious.

Meantime, those of you who are into football, enjoy it. It’s one of the biggest games of the year, and the Fair is staying open until midnight so you can go party on the Midway all day. Man . . . what a crowd there should be!

You’d figure I should root for Texas, since I have known several people who taught there. But now one of my other cousins’ husbands teaches architecture in Norman at OU. So I really must remain neutral. Good luck to everyone on both teams.

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Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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