It's about time!

Well, just an FYI, for anyone who didn't know, EKU Women's Rugby has been a part of the EKU community for ten years now.

In the past decade, I don't think an event as momentous as this has ever occured.

Our own Devan Icsman has been nominated for Homecoming Queen!


So vote for her y'all! Cuz a Lady Rugger NEEDS to be your 2006 Homecoming Queen!

Let's go Black Pack! Rape and Pillage!

Avast! It be Talk Like a Pirate Day ye Scurvy Bilge Sucking whores!

That's right, it's the greatest holiday ever created by man.

International Talk Like a Pirate Day.

You should participate dammit. Because honestly, when else are you going to get to call anyone a scurvy bilge sucking whore?

So go get yourself a name at http://www.talklikeapirate.com/links.html#piratename. You have choices. The easiest is MSN messenger, the good one is the link to fidius, but that takes time.

Get yourself a ship at the same link.

And pull up a flaggon of Grog....and sing the Talk Like a Pirate Day Anthem!

Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home, watch TV,
But, brother, if I had me druthers,
I'd chuck it and head out to sea,

For I dream of the skull and the crossbones,
I dream of the great day to come,
When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main
And trade me computer for rum! ARRR!

T' me,Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
When laptops are benches God gave us fer wenches,
And a sail ain't a low price ta pay!
When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered
And every last buckle is swashed,
We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs
And pound back the grog till we're sloshed! Yo ho....

Don't pick up yer phone and say
"Hello,Our ten-o-clock meeting's delayed",
Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow,"AVAST!
Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!"

Ye can't keep this fun to yerself,
I bet,So sing "Aye!" "ARRR!" "Ayy!" every man!
We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet,
But a damn good retirement plan!

T' me,Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin'
And bein' polite is passe!
When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty
And let out a hearty YO HO!
And if this offends you, hold y'r breath as we sends you
Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go! Yo ho....
We'll tell every banker
"Heave to and weigh anchor!"
Buy latte with pieces of eight
We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun
The loser, o' course, is worst mate!

When we hoist Jolly Roger,
the landlubbers dodge 'er,
We fill 'em with loathing and fear,
We'll plunder and pillage each city and village,
Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer!

There ain't no computin' or morning commutin',
No "Parking Lot Full" signs for me,
No lawns ta be mowin' or bills to be owin',
I'm knowin' the pull of the sea.

The fresh salty brace
of the wind on my face
Through hurricane, sunshine or squalls,
I'm keepin' my eyes on the distant horizon,
Verizon can hold all my calls!

To wear a red coat full o' buckles,
To earn a few duelling scars,
Well, at least we can get a few chuckles
By filling the office with ARRRs!

And maybe we'll never get closer,
Than watchin' 'em on the big screen,
So here's to old Errol and Depp as Jack Sparrow,
And every damn one in between!

T' me,Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
That time in September when sea dogs remember
That grown-ups still know how ta play!
When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy
And a soft-wear patch covers your eye,
Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs
And buccaneers all till we die!
So hoist up the mainsils
and shut down your brain cells,
They only would get in the way,
Avast there, me hearty, we're havin' a party,
It's "Talk... Like... A Pirate" Day!

Ahoy!

Flashback

Background: OK, so in the wee hours of a cold winters morning in January of 2004, I, and my stoner roommate were awakened from our hibernations by a loud rapping at the door. Even though it was a weekday, what moron knocks on a door prior to nine AM?

That would be the hall staff.

They were spreading the good word that the building was without power. Go figure. As the day progressed we found novel things with which to fill our time, but as night fell.....we still had no power.

It being the middle of winter, the genius' at housing took it into their heads that it was a good idea to move us to temporary rooms all over campus. So in the dark, using only a lighter to find things, I packed a bag and walked across the parking lot to Clay. I wasn't happy. I was going to miss TV that night.

We ended up going over to someone elses' apartment to watch TV, but it still sucked when the next morning we woke up early only to find that A.) our building still didn't have power and B.) classes had been postponed because of snow.

All day we hung out in the darkened lobby waiting for the power to come back.

But at the end of the second day, there was still no power and we were forced back into the emptiness and strangeness of temporary housing.

It took them two days to get our power back on line. We of Case Hall 2003-2004 often talk about how we survived that blackout and about how much it really did suck.

Well, this morning at 7:10, I heard that same familiar knocking....only it was slightly different as I have a metal battleship door now instead of the nice homey wooden one. Anyway, it was an RA telling me that the building was WITHOUT POWER. Dammit. I've already SURVIVED one power out....I really don't need to do this again.

Especially since I have homework that requires me to watch TV....I have to analyze some sign tapes and re-tell the story by tomorrow. This is sucky.

Anyway, so basically I'm going through flashbacks, except this time it's summer-y and we're not freezing our balls off in the dark.

Oh, and since when can't people pee in the dark? I swear, kids these days just don't know how hard things used to be.

Two Weeks!

It's only two weeks until the greatest day ever created!

No...not my birthday!

INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!

AYE!

Yes, it's a real day......and, on that day, you can call me....

My pirate name is:

Black Anne Kidd

Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
part of the fidius.org network

So study up...I fully plan on celebrating this most silly holiday.

Ye'd best be learnin' yer Pirate Lingo, or I'll have your guts for garters!

Mark yer calendars for September 19th, or Ye'll be walkin' the plank.....Arrr!

Strange Times

Alright, I'm finally going to blog on a serious note. I don't do this often, usually I'm poking fun at something. More than likely I'll poke fun at this too, but I'd rather it start out on a serious note.

When I was a senior in high school I developed this weird habit of grinding my teeth. I'd ground my teeth a little when I was younger, but grew out of it. The stress of leaving high school brought this ancient habit to the suface. Really, I didn't notice the habit until one day I was clenching my jaw so tight trying NOT to grind my jaw that I couldn't really draw a breath. Trust me when I tell you it's the strangest feeling on the face of the planet.

Four years later those symptoms are recurring. I know it's stress. But damn it all if it doesn't hurt/scare the hell out of me. I'm going to end up with apnia if I'm not careful....or having to wear a mouthguard in my sleep.

But on to the more serious subject....the other night I had a terrifying dream...also centering around teeth.

I dreamt that one was loose, and that it just---all of a sudden---fell out. One loose tooth isn't so bad.

Suddenly finding yourself on the ground with ALL your teeth spilling from your mouth is a completely different thing.

THat was my dream....after having that first tooth fall out, all of them started to fall out...and not one by one.....they fell out in pairs....in sets, in groups....I think i lost more teeth in that dream than most normal adults have in a lifetime.

So I decided to do some research.

Dreams about teeth are generally about communication and power.

I found a different site that said dreams about losing teeth represent anxiety about the way you look. I suppose my subconcious could be saying something....a lot of people have been saying I've lost weight. But why would that make me anxious?

It also said that these dreams could be about anxiety of making a fool of yourself....well, I do have a blog called 'crayons taste good', how much more a fool can I be?

It also mentioned the power struggle....am I missing power in a situation? How about in rugby? I mean, I'm not in charge of the team any more....but I am one of the most senior members on the team.

I've been referring to myself as the old lady...I just feel like a hag.

Who knows...my mind has always been a little whack. But how weird is it that I'm grinding my teeth, I'm having dreams about losing those same teeth?

Oh well....I'm gonna go off to bed and try not to grind my teeth...I'll have to get ice to crunch tomorrow at Powell....that helped in high school....