Controversial?

So I'm sure a ton of you have heard the news about Congresswoman Sheila Jackson Lee and her stance on naming hurricanes but if not here's an update:

Do devastating hurricanes need help from affirmative action?

A member of Congress apparently thinks so, and is demanding the storms be given names that sound "black."

The congressional newspaper the Hill reported this week that Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee, D-Texas, feels that the current names are too "lily white," and is seeking to have better representation for names reflecting African-Americans and other ethnic groups.

Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee, D-Texas

"All racial groups should be represented," Lee said, according to the Hill. She hoped federal weather officials "would try to be inclusive of African-American names."

A sampling of popular names that could be used include Keisha, Jamal and Deshawn, according to the paper.

Jackson Lee's call is brewing its own storm of response across America.

My personal favorite response:

Limbaugh- "I just threw up in my hands."

The Meter Man

Working as a meter monitor (you know-the guys that leave the little yellow ransom notes under your windshield wipers {"Pay $___ or I'll tow your crap"} is the equivalent of saying, "Hello, my name is so and so, and I'm here to make your day a little crappier." The past couple of days on my way to school I walk past a skinny meter man. The term "empathy" has taken on a whole new meaning to me. As he slipped his county-stamped papers onto the windshield of a Dodge Ram I couldn't help but feel like (in a voodoo doll kind-of-way) that it may as well have been my Honda Civic being wallpapered with fines. I was nearly tempted to shout, "Hey! He's coming back I just saw him around the corner...maybe you could give him a minute or two!" I'm not sure where the plan would unfold from there, maybe as he looked around to check for the man I would tackle him-I don't know.

Anyway, I just imagine the skinny meter man waking up each morning chanting to himself the code of the "Meter Police" while sipping on over-sweetened coffee and reading the obituaries in the newspaper. Why would I imagine that? Just because he hands out parking tickets does that really make him worthy of a judgment including Splenda and the recently deceased? Its hard to say. Bottom line is, what a self-deprecating job...You can do better than that meter man!

Back to School

Sweet sweet community college.

Attended by those eager to complete a second degree and recognizing you can actually do pretty well paying a 1/4 the price or B) attended by rebellious teens who anxiously await the first opportunity to take a "smoke break" in the middle of class. And that's all there is. That is all I got out of class today.

In other exciting news my best friends are back and this is wonderful. In other, other exciting news I met Aaron Piersol on campus the other day. As I casually introduced myself (not knowing who he was) while Ferry "chit-chatted" about old times. Upon walking away it kind of went like this:
Me-"Geez, gorgeous"
Ferry-"Oh well you DO know who that is right?"
Me-<-Pause->
Ferry-"Uh Aaron Piersol"
Me-"Ferry! What the...hey how about next time there is an amazing gorgeous Olympian around the corner...a heads-up please!"

But no worries, when he asks Ferry for my number I have given her strict instructions to give it to him no questions asked.

I'll be sure to let you know how our falling in love goes. Robert is very supportive.

Utopia

My idea of a perfect world: (for those of you who think like my brother I'm sure you immediately thought "communism" when you read the title but please-put that aside for now)

Eh em....Utopia

1. Free laundry mats
2. Nothing but bottled water
3. Foaming soap dispensers outside every doorway
4. Delicious chocolate with zero calories
5. Rare meat that doesn't harbor salmonella and/or listeria
6. Beds that make themselves (as long as you could program them to do it right)
7. The destruction of Murphy's Law
8. 86 degrees outside with a breeze for 11 months of the year. The other month can be freezing so my cute winter clothes get some street time
9. Nail polish that NEVER chips
10. Cheap wall clocks with second hands that don't tick so loud
11. Automobiles that run on happy thoughts (Kill two birds with one stone: free fuel & less road rage)
12. Where pressing harder on the remote buttons when the batteries are dead actually works
13. Where OCD stands for Organized, Confident and Diligent

So maybe this wouldn't exactly be my ideal Utopia, but I feel like it might make my life easier.
That is all.

hmm

Sometimes when I write blogs that have a larger percentage of serious content than sarcasm, I feel like people become uncomfortable and don't know how to handle it. What does that mean?

<3

I don't love when just anyone calls me Kasey Jean.
I do love when the right people do.
I don't love snow cones.
I do love Amy's Ice Cream.
I don't love living along.
I do love an immaculate apartment.
I don't love toothpaste on the cap.
I do love butterfly clips on the end of the toothpaste.
I don't love pulp in my orange juice.
I do love really cold water.
I don't love paying for laundry.
I do love ironing jeans.
I don't love sad stories (even if they end happy).
I do love fantasy novels (its true!)
I don't love Anne Hathaway.
I do love Reese Witherspoon.
I don't love Austin without certain people.
I do love anywhere with the right person.

sheesh

This next paragraph will only be effective if you can try to imagine it being spoken loudly, quickly, with an innumerable amount of arm gestures. (and by yours truly of course)

I've decided that in the male brain there are certain neurological pathways being completely obstructed by societies influence of computer games, video games, and ESPN. Interestingly enough these neurological pathways are the very same facilitators of those tasks that, when incomplete or unattempted, drive women crazy. If only there was some way we could free those synapses from the bondage they've been subjected to, the water pitcher might just have a chance of making it back into the fridge. Sounds made up I know, but maybe...just maybe if we can make them understand the outstandingly novel idea of "giant cooler keep things cold," luke-warm water would be a thing of the past!


<-storms off->


*No men were harmed in the publishing of this blog*

yet.