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Sometimes I think the books and songs from my childhood are no longer acceptable.  Which is sad.  Like Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby.  I loved Brer Rabbit.  Or some of the nursery rhymes we used to sing – that still go round in circles in my head.  I mean – I understand why such stories are not politically correct, but they are a part of the culture of the south.    I don’t know.  It is just a thought. 

Have I ever told y’all how much I love my job?  I love my job.  I have a great job.  I don’t know what I’m going to do when I have a more stress filled job.  My job is great.  I love the people and everything. 

And my dog is great too.  She is so stinkin cute I can barely take it.  So cute.  She can be bad, but she is cute.  She is getting really tall.  And blond. 

The weather has been unseasonably warm lately.  Like – even warm at night.  It was 60 degrees at 10 last night.  Weird.  But it hasn’t been too hot – just warm. 

Thanksgiving was awesome – we finished the half marathon in two hours and a minute or two – which I thought was very respectable and my calf muscles did not appreciate.  I was literally sore until yesterday. 

Georgia stomped all over the yellow jackets on saturday – which was sweet.  I know I haven’t had much to say about my little bulldogs this season, but I think they have done a great job turning the year around and I am proud of them.  I’d rather lose to Vandy and Kentucky and beat Auburn and Tech – especially if it ruins Auburn and Tech’s dreams.  I’m a sweet girl. 

I have been watching a few Ally McBeal episodes on dvd – and let’s just say I’m sad I don’t have all the seasons because I think it is hilarious.  On that note – the new show 30 Rock – I was crying laughing when I watched the free episode I downloaded from iTunes.  Go get it.  It is like the Office but making fun of NBC with Tina Fey and Alec Balwin.  Awesome. 

Love y’all. 

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So I’m going to the ATL tomorrow.  We are having thanksgiving with the Cherry’s.  And tomorrow morning Elizabeth, her sister Emily, me, Libby, Steve, Steve’s dad, and a host of other folks are all running in the turkey trot half marathon.  13.1 miles.  Yay.  I hope I don’t die. 

It is still raining here.  I’m ready for some pretty weather. 

Last night, after I iced the precious little turkey cookies my mom made,  Jennifer Blanchard and I went out for a little bit – hung out with Travers and a host of other kids.  It was a lot of fun.  There really were some young kids at the bar though.  Made me feel very old. 

Betsy and I discussed this morning how fast time passes these days.  We can’t believe another year is over.  We are a touch worried we are going to wake up one day and be 35 and have no idea where our twenties went, much less our early 30s.  I’m in my mid to late 20s.  That is nuts.  I feel like I should be 19.  Of course then I see 19 year olds at the bar and I realize I’m not 19. 

I have very festive mittens that make me happy.  And I’m eating a now and later that is probably ten years old.  Eww. 

Let me just say for the record that Happiness is an egg and cheese biscuit from bojangles.  Pure and utter joy. 

I am very thankful for so many things in my life.  And I appreciate all of you who read my blog.  I feel like it has given me the opportunity to interact with a lot of really cool people in many different places. 

I want one of these for christmas (in person, please)- Tas20060623135941496

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Complements of F. James:

Football is a dangerous sport.  Even on playstation.   

Apparently, two men were playing playstation football and the game got so heated one man stabbed the other man.  Guess which two teams they were "coaching?"  Tennessee and Auburn.  And this wasn’t like a steak knife to the thigh stabbing.  This was a butcher knife to the back stabbing.  A punctured lung, airlifted, emergency surgery kind of stabbing.  Read the whole story here

Complements of JL Blanchard:

Why are Tennessee’s colors orange?

So they can wear orange to the game on saturday, hunting on sunday, and to pick up trash on the highway on monday.

In other news, Bella has fallen in love with a deer.  A dead deer.  A deer that has been dead for a long time.  I’m worried she is going to get her heart broken.   My parents took down the mounted deer head that has been hanging on the wall in my brother’s room for years.  They had plans to take it to the river house.  But before they took it to the river they set it downstairs on floor on the back porch.
And Bella adopted it.  Seriously.  She won’t let Bo near it – tries to eat him alive if he gets too close.  She sniffs and licks all over the deer every time we let her out of the kitchen and she has started taking naps next to it.  I mean, if we would let her, she would never be more than two feet away from the deer.  Also, apparently she doesn’t appreciate the fact that the deer ignores her – so she will occasionally bark at him.  We have decided to name him Blitzen.  Bella and Blitzen, sitting in a tree.  I’ve never seen such in my life.  Our dog has problems.  Shocker. I’ll try to take a picture of her and post it because it is really hilarious. 

P.S.  Crazy dreams again last night.  I’m going to blame it on the impending full moon. 

Tonight Elizabeth and I are going to try out a new exercise.  Boot Camp.  Sounds like a blast, huh? We are on a serious exercise kick.  I’m going to start swimming when it gets colder and dark.  Yay endorphines. 

Oh, and I really love my video iPod.  And I hate mosquitoes and roaches. 

Who is coming to play with me on north campus Saturday?  I’ll be the girl with the big clock around her neck.  Let me know where to find you.   

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Erk Russell died yesterday morning.  Here is what my father had to say in an email yesterday about the legend:

My old football
coach, Erk Russell, died today in Statesboro and will be greatly missed.
As the defensive coordinator and special teams coach for Georgia in the 60’s, he groomed me with a
lot of special attention for my initial playing duty at Georgia, which
was to be a suicide spear on the special teams.  He always had lots of
funny nicknames and called the kick-off team the “KKK” –
Krazy Kickoff Koverers.  Several times I lucky enough to be awarded Erk’s
“KKK Award” for the game week, which in those days entitled you to
a gift certificate at Dick Ferguson’s Mens Store downtown (and which
would certainly violate NCAA rules today).    

Erk was a man’s
man who loved to smoke a cigar and drink beer.   He was a classical
larger-than-life guy who nobody ever thought would die.  Tough as hell, he
used to butt his head with our helmets when we first ran on the field at
Sanford Stadium before a game, and he would end up at kick-off with blood
streaming down his face, standing on the sidelines and glaring across the field
at the enemy.  He was a master joke-teller and although he liked to laugh,
he would only occasionally laugh at his own jokes.   Quick-witted and
sharp, he was never a bully and was truly loved by his players.  Many, many
Erk memories will remain with our teammates for the rest of their lives, as he
made a lasting impression on anyone who knew him.  For example, in our
training room in the Coliseum was a steam bath that was popular with all the
players and coaches.  After practices Coach Russell used to regularly strut
across the training room butt naked into the steam bath, with a cigar and holding
only a towel and razor.  He would then enjoy the steam bath, while shaving
his bald head and talking to players with his cigar hanging out of his mouth.  What
a man!  <!–


Coach Erk\nRussell was a master when it came to teamwork. He told us lots of great\njokes and football stories, but always emphasized the teamwork theme. Coach\nRussell liked to emphasize the “team” over the “individual”\nconcept. The team relies on everyone\’s working together; that\’s what\nleads to national championships. You not only have to have good players,\nyou have to have players that "play good" together. Coach Russell\nsaid that he could not overemphasize the value of working together, nor the\nvalue of having a sense of humor and being lucky. He often said that he\nwould rather be lucky than good. He believed that luck plays a\nrole, but that the harder you work, the luckier you were.


Coach Russell\’s\ntraining rules were simple and uncomplicated: work hard on the field and keep\nup good communications off the field. For a team to perform well, every\nmember has to work hard and rely on every other member of the team. He\nalso respected that fact that the help and support of others not on the team is\nvery important to success.


Still sounds\nlike a good template for the success of any endeavor, particularly business. \nGod Bless Erk\nand his family.


Trav Paine




Coach Erk
Russell was a master when it came to teamwork.  He told us lots of great
jokes and football stories, but always emphasized the teamwork theme.  Coach
Russell liked to emphasize the “team” over the “individual”
concept.  The team relies on everyone’s working together; that’s what
leads to national championships.  You not only have to have good players,
you have to have players that "play good" together.  Coach Russell
said that he could not overemphasize the value of working together, nor the
value of having a sense of humor and being lucky.  He often said that he
would rather be lucky than good.   He believed that luck plays a
role, but that the harder you work, the luckier you were.

Coach Russell’s
training rules were simple and uncomplicated: work hard on the field and keep
up good communications off the field.  For a team to perform well, every
member has to work hard and rely on every other member of the team.  He
also respected that fact that the help and support of others not on the team is
very important to success.

Still sounds
like a good template for the success of any endeavor, particularly business.
God Bless Erk
and his family.

Daddy also sent me a bunch of great Erk quotes – here are my favorites:

wouldn’t allow them to put names on the back of our jerseys. We had to sell

recruiting budget at Georgia
Southern was $200 our first year. I had just left Georgia, whose recruiting budget
was a quarter of a million dollars. And as I drove down the Woodpecker Trail,
trying to touch base with people in Claxton and Alma and Jesup and Ludowici,
sometimes I wondered, "What have you done?"

brotherhood of football … is the strongest brotherhood known to man as far as
I’m concerned.

South, to me, is fried chicken and catfish caviar — that’s grits — and
good-looking women.

We had a
group of about eight boys in the Navy, all from the South — South
Carolina, Georgia, Tennessee, Mississippi. In the
barracks we took the corner, drew a line, said, "No Yankees" across
this. We didn’t really mean it, but they thought we did.

You know
what a consultant is, don’t you? A consultant is a guy that knows 100 different
sex positions but doesn’t know a woman.

My dad
always had a job that he really didn’t relish getting up and going to every
day. He said, "Boy" — that’s all he ever called me — he said,
"Boy, you do something that you enjoy doing."

I was
taught better at home than to be disrespectful to anybody.

The Bulldawg nation and the football world at large mourns the loss of this amazing coach and man.  Here is the AJC articleA lot of people in the blog world have their own memories and thoughtsThoughts, and more thoughts on ole Erk.  It breaks my heart.

Update:  My family went to the funeral in Statesboro last Sunday.  It was amazing.  I’ve never seen so many grown men in tears in my life.  The attendance was impressive.  Tons of his old players, Mark Richt, Damien Evans, Vince Dooley, Sonny Perdue, Billy Payne, the list went on and on.  It was a true testament to an amazing person. 

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Big Times in the Back Yard

Number of monster turkey vulture buzzards circling:  1  (K – time out – what in the name of craziness is a buzzard doing in my parent’s backyard?  We live WAYYYYY inside the city limits.)

Number of dead opossums in next door neighbors front yard attracting monster buzzards:  1  (Go figure.  I guess you can get a vulture anywhere you want to if you have a big enough dead animal laying around.)

Number of large rats currently inhabiting our pool area, taking vacations into the house, and trying to break into the dog food containers:  1    (This rat was not around when we left for maine on tuesday.  We recently had a lot of yard work done and think he probably had his little habitat destroyed somewhere in the yard.  Awesome.)

Number of overweight, non-sporting breed dogs who are traumatized by the scent of the dead opossum, the circling vulture with a wingspan of more than  six feet over head, and the fat rat invading their territory and trying to steal their precious puppy chow:    (counting Scooter – the neighbor’s dog).

Number of fat, happy dogs who slept like it was their job after their tough day in the wild, a bath, and new clean beds:  2

Someone I find very intriguing asked me one time what kind of animal I would be if I had the choice to be any animal.  I’d like to be someone’s favorite pet dog with a big backyard, maybe some dog buddies, a big warm bed, and lots of stuffed animals to chew on and play with.  Oh, and it would be nice if they would take me to run with them sometimes, or to the beach, or the lake, or the farm, but that would just be gravy.  Dogs have the life. 

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Happy Father’s Day!

Some advice from my dad – Big Trav aka Travers W. Paine III – as told by me – 

1.  Working out is good for you and makes the rest of your life easier.  The more working out opportunities you take advantage of the happier and better you will feel.  Being outside is good for you, plus you get to play with fun gear like bike racks, canoe racks, trailer hitches, etc.

2. When you run the 400 – take the race 100 meters at a time and don’t think about the next 100 meters until you get there. 

3.  Always print out a document if you are going to proofread it.  Then when you fix that copy, print out another fresh copy and proofread it again.  Do this until the room is so full of scribbled on drafts that you want to throw yourself out the window and your printer is out of paper. 

4.  Keep chapstick with you at all times.  Don’t leave your chapstick in the car in the summertime. 

5.  Make lots of calendars. 

6.  Write in all caps.

7.  When you go on a trip, send postcards to yourself detailing what you did each day.  That way you can remember and write a journal later, and even if you write a journal during the trip you will still have pretty postcards with postage stamps from the country where you have been.  Also, you will know how long it takes to get the postcards.

8.  Movie popcorn is better than all other popcorn and there is nothing wrong with going into the movie theater and buying popcorn and leaving if you feel like it. 

9.  Travel is more fun if you have read up on the area to which you are traveling beforehand. 

10. Keep your back to the wall in a bar.

11.  Always throw the first punch.  If you don’t believe you should always throw the first punch, you haven’t ever been on the wrong side of the first punch.

12.  Know where your friends are at all times. 

13.  Invest your money in something. 

14.  Invest yourself in something else.

15.  Attend your high school and family reunions, even if you don’t feel like it.  People appreciate it and ;ater you will be glad you went. 

Okay, I know there are a lot of other things I’ve learned from my dad, but I’m sure y’all are tired of reading, so I’ll let you off the hook with 15.  I have an amazing dad who has been through a lot in his lifetime, and I’ve been enriched by all his experiences.  Daddy, I love you, thanks for everything.

Daddy loves to take pictures – so here are some choice pictures.  He has a tendency to make faces for the camera.


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Loch Laurel

I love these pictures of Loch Laurel.  I was there Saturday and it makes me realize how beautiful Georgia can be in the spring time. 


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I’m in Valdosta with my family for a family reunion.  I tried to get my aunt and uncle to take me to the lake with them after dinner and they said it was okay – then they left me.  So I’m stuck in the courtyard marriott with Mama, Daddy, and Travers – and we are all in one room, with one king bed, a pull out love seat, and a roll away.  Travers and I are both ticked because we would have never come to this last minute family reunion if we had known there was nowhere to stay. 

Travers:  "I feel like I’m in hell.  A small hotel room, with too many people, too much humidity, not enough air conditioning and nothing on tv.   The only thing worse would be if we had a tornado and we all had to get into the bathroom with the mattresses." 

Kate:  "No, the only thing worse would be if we had a real natural disaster and had to stay here for two weeks with no water." 

Travers: " I would be dancing on the ceiling." 

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Happy Vaca!

jJust to let everyone know we made it to Chile and we are having a fabulous time. 

Travers is threatening to leave me if I do not hurry up – so the updates and specifics will have to wait until later. 

Kisses – wish you were here – the weather is wonderful!

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ChileSorry, I just couldn’t resist.  It is very cold and rainy here. 

I am so unbelievable unproductive – it is almost painful. 

For better or worse, it all has to be finished in the next 24 hours. 

Wish me luck – keep me in your prayers – send me emails – don’t expect me to respond – and try to stay warm and dry!

But don’t feel bad for me – this is all my fault and I’m ready to take full responsibility and accept the consequences of my poor preparation. 

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