Do I have a new link for you! This chica is simply a fantastic photographer. And okay, possibly my best friend. But I would still think she was extremely talented even if I didn’t know her! I fucking swear! (looking around for Mormon Joe)
You know this gal. Remember my pregnant cupcake extravaganza? Ode to my bitches? The Chargers game? Dirty martinis?
Enough already…I give you the fabulous Caroline Cohenour Photography.
Did anyone see my Jayhawks stomp the Kentucky Wildcats and the Niagara something-or-others this weekend? As my friend and former co-worker Joe would say, “FREAK! Those games were freaking awesome!”
Joe is Mormon and doesn’t speak any type of profanity, so when he gets really riled up or stressed out, he just yells “FREAK! FREAK!” over and over until happiness washes back over his soul. Joe is super easy-going and couldn’t care less if I happen to let a couple of nasty words spill forth, but out of respect to him, I try to keep my trucker’s mouth on the down low.
This usually does not work well. The pressure, people. The pressure of pleasant syntax crushes me every damn time.
An example:
Joe: That referee was pretty lame.
Whoorl: Dude, what a diii…thering idiot.
Joe: Did you try that new restaurant I was telling you about?
Whoorl: Oh my Gah…lly! That place was so good! But the service sucked…(stopping myself from adding “donkey balls” to the end of the phrase and now questioning the word “sucked”. “Fuck, did I just say sucked?”, repeats in my head, throwing me off. I have officially entered crisis mode.)
Joe: (oblivious to my internal crisis) Yep, my waiter wasn’t that great. He had a huge pink mohawk.
Whoorl: Oh my God, that was my waiter! Uh, I mean, oh my gah…shit…I mean shoot. SHIT! JESUS CHRIST JOE I CAN’T DO THIS!
Joe: Whoah, dude. Take it easy.
Whoorl: Sorry.
Yet another perk of a SAHM- watching every single tourney game on my DIRECTV March Madness package.
In preparation for tonight’s main event, I must keep my focus on basketball. Thus, I leave you with a short prayer sent to me by my Jayhawk partner-in-crime, Kimmer.
Our Father, who art in Lawrence,
Hallowed be thy Game.
Thy tourney come,
Thy championship will be done, In Atlanta as it is in Allen Field House.
Give us this day our deserved victories.
And forgive us our turnovers,
As we forgive Roy who double-crossed against us.
And lead us not into defeat,
But deliver us from East Coast bias,
For Kansas is the basketball kingdom,
And the tradition,
And the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
