Friday, November 30, 2007

Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!:

Yay!!!!!!!!!! What a way to wake up! I love my Cards! Congrats to them, to Brian, and to Art Carmody: the new NCAA record scoring kicker! :) Oh I'm so thrilled. I'm more ready to do my own work today than ever before. Thank you Cardinals. Thank you.

For something new and fun (well, not that new as Erika did it with Isaac a while back), here's the Russell Family Look-Alike Meter. Care to guess whether I look more like Mom or Dad? Here's the answer:



There you have it! I'm equal parts Mom and Dad. Couldn't ask for more really!

Hope everyone is well. I'm stressed, but still here! Back to work now!

Love,
Elizabeth

Thursday, November 29, 2007

The Final Farewell:

I've copied Rick Bozich's latest to my entry today in honor of my Cards, the Brohms, and especially Brian. I don't care about the losing record, especially when you look at what this family has given to our city and university. So I pray that the fans give one last amazing cheer and the players have one last victory for the other seniors and for the first family of U of L athletics. Thanks Brohms. And thank you Seniors. It's been a wild ride.

The Brohms' lullaby will be sung tonight:

Oscar Brohm says it all began on a Little League field at Highview Park 32 years ago, when his oldest son, Greg, was a 6-year-old hitter taking a vicious rip at his first fastball.

His wife, Donna, thinks there was some organized batting, dribbling or quarterbacking by the fabulous Brohm boys before that, but she isn't certain.

"You're not the first person to ask how many games I've watched my children play," she said. "I tried to take a paper and pencil to it, but there's just no way."

From Highview Park to St. Bernard to Trinity High School to the University of the Louisville. Those are the stops that Oscar and Donna's three sons -- Greg, Jeff and Brian -- have made. Please don't forget that their daughter, Kim, was a four-sport star at St. Bernard, Mercy Academy and Spalding University.

"She might have been the best athlete in the group," Oscar Brohm said.



On Tuesday afternoon, when Oscar wiped a tear from his cheek as he walked off U of L's football practice field, he closed his eyes and started to contemplate something an entire stadium will contemplate tonight:

This is it.

The last game one of Oscar and Donna Brohm's four dynamic and precocious children will play for their hometown schools. Brian Brohm, U of L's senior quarterback, will say goodbye and begin his transition to the NFL after he directs the Cardinals against Rutgers in Papa John's Cardinal Stadium.

ESPN intends to help the Brohms celebrate the farewell the right way. The network invited Mom to tape the video introduction of the Cards' starters.

"When I stop and think about it, I get a little emotional," Oscar said. "I have to be careful because it makes my eyes tear up. I'll say it's the wind in my eyes, but it gets to you."

"It's been great, especially the last four years when all three boys have been together," Donna said.

"But I'm sure it will be emotional. We went through it once when Greg (1992) and Jeff (1993) finished their careers. But back then we still had two more kids who had all kinds of activities. This will be different."

Different for the Brohms, who watch the games from different spots because Donna has been known to pace while Oscar sits quietly and tries to read defenses and call the plays his son is calling.

And it will be different for the U of L football program, where Brian is the quarterback, Jeff is assistant head coach and Greg is director of football operations.

Starting in 1988, there has been at least one of Oscar and Donna's sons on 10 U of L football teams. The Cards' record in those 10 seasons: 77-38-1, including victories in the Fiesta, Liberty and Orange bowls.

"I remember when they were my sons," Oscar said with a laugh. "Now I'm their dad."

Stop your booing of this season's lackluster 5-6 team for a night and remember the Brohms have been critical participants in many of the most memorable U of L football moments.

Beating Alabama in the Fiesta Bowl to cap a 10-1-1 season in 1990. A one-point loss at Ohio State in 1992, a game in which Jeff threw a touchdown pass to Greg. Whipping Michigan State in the 1993 Liberty Bowl, with Jeff leaving Memphis as the MVP. Those were the Greg and Jeff years.

Brian enrolled at U of L in 2004. He played on teams that beat Kentucky three times. Last season he quarterbacked a team that delivered victories against three top-20 teams, punctuated by the 24-13 win over Wake Forest in the Orange Bowl on Jan. 2, with Brian leaving Miami as the MVP.

The fabulous Brohm boys have combined to complete 1,170 of 1,878 passes for 15,989 yards and 108 touchdowns. Greg, a receiver who arrived as a Howard Schnellenberger recruit in 1988, caught 45 passes for 722 yards -- and his father is certain he dropped only one ball.

"And it was a tough catch," Oscar said.

Don't forget the five state championships they won at Trinity or that Greg, Jeff and Brian also won one Toy Bowl at St. Bernard. Or that Jeff and Brian were voted Mr. Football and drafted by major league baseball teams. Or that Jeff preceded Brian into the NFL.

But there have been many brother acts in elementary and high school. The Brohms loyally took their act to the hometown university even though they could have sprinted to schools with more football sizzle than U of L, especially when Greg and Jeff started this journey.

Credit Oscar and Donna, who both grew up in this town. Oscar played quarterback at Flaget High and at U of L in 1968-69. But don't be so quick to credit all the athletic DNA to Dad. Donna was a three-sport star at Angela Merici High School.

"A lot of people say they got their ability from her," Oscar said.

And credit Schnellenberger, who was wise enough to recruit Greg out of Trinity after UK stopped pursuing him because Jerry Claiborne's staff questioned his size and speed.

"Then Greg played on the Kentucky All-Star team with 10 guys that Kentucky signed and he outran every one of them," Oscar recalled. "They took all the times and matched him against the next-fastest kid, and he beat him head up."

The pipeline was in place. Jeff followed Greg, waving off scholarship offers from Notre Dame, Ohio State, Kentucky and others. Ditto for Brian, who passed his way onto the cover of Sports Illustrated before he left high school.

Now the run that began at Highview Park Little League 32 years ago concludes with its 117th University of Louisville football game tonight.

"We're very thankful because it's been a fabulous ride," Donna Brohm said.

Go Cards! Love, Elizabeth

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

The Struggle:

Writing is the bane of my existence.

Love,
Elizabeth

Sunday, November 25, 2007

So Sleepy:

This is what I feel like most days: too exhausted to function and perpetually annoyed by a piece of fluff, which in my case is in my brain. Thank you Winnie the Pooh.



Enjoy all!

Love,
Elizabeth

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Gobble, Gobble:

Happy Thanksgiving!! It's not Turkey Day over here. In fact, I just ate a ham sandwich. Nevertheless, here's wishing everyone at home a lovely day filled with wonderful food, family, and friends. (I soooooo wish I was eating some of Regina's mashed potatoes made with THREE sticks of butter at the moment, but I digress) I've tried to be vocal about how thankful I am for my family and friends this year on various holidays, so I won't go overboard with specifics (plus I'd be here all day), but I am very thankful for each and every one of you in my life. To all my friends and family (biological and adopted), I love you. I hope today is wonderful, but selfishly slightly less wonderful than it would be if I were there! :) At least I'm honest!!

Before I jet back to work, or maybe I'll do some Christmas shopping instead...I just want to point out, if you had been wondering, that I still don't like egg nog. In my hopes to recapture something American today I bought a Starbuck's egg nog latte. I know, I know, I've never liked egg nog, but I've been eating a lot of things I used to shy away from of late, so I thought I'd give it a go. It was a bad idea. I actually had to add more coffee to the latte to be able to drink it because the egg nog flavor was so gross. Ok so it's flavor and not real egg nog, but I think I'll be sticking to the boiled custard when I get home. Mmmm...boiled custard.

Well family and friends, I love and miss you so! Three more weeks! Crap...three more weeks. I guess I'll be working after the shopping after all. No holiday for me!

Love,
Elizabeth

P.S. I'm also thankful for U of L basketball. Go Cards! I'll be more thankful if you beat BYU tomorrow. ;)

Monday, November 19, 2007

Grrrrrr:

http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/news/story?id=3119221

Why? Why? Why?

I am sad.

Go Cards!
Elizabeth
Gorillas Are Fun:

Hiya! I've been meaning to blog about this for ages, but just kept forgetting, so here it is, some very important news. Folks, Phil Collins' 1981 hit 'In the Air Tonight' is one of the best selling singles in Britain right now. It's topping the charts and is now a popular phone ringtone. Not some imitation version (though there are some good ones...the one by a band called Nonpoint springs to mind), but the real thing. Why this blast from the past? Well, Cadbury of course. Cadbury released it's newest advert earlier in the fall which features a gorilla playing the drums to Phil's hit. This gorilla single-handedly (is that what you say when referencing gorillas?) brought Phil Collins to a new generation of listeners, and now the song is everywhere! I'm grateful. Having been raised on Phil Collins I'm all for a resurrection of his tunes. It's just funny it came from chocolate and a gorilla. Here's the ad if you want to see what all the fuss is about. I think it's great.



I've had a bit of a lazy weekend which probably isn't timely, but was needed. We had our termly Guest Night on Friday where we dress up and bring in friends, family, or profs from outside Oriel to wine and dine. I had three wonderful guests in Oliver, Graham, and Oksan. Oli and Graham are new medievalists to Oxford this year and two of my Latin mates. And Okie is finally here in Oxford! We had a great time, and even the venison was decent. Not to mention the fact that Louisville won both it's basketball games (we won't discuss football) and I got to listen to one of them. I'll leave you with a few pictures from Guest Night of me and my friends.


Look! I did my hair myself!:



Me and Okie:


Oliver and Graham:


Wishing everyone a great Thanksgiving week!

Love,
Elizabeth

Friday, November 16, 2007

From The Courier:

If anyone has ever wondered how I know so much about what's going on in the Ville from the ford of the ox, well I'm ready to reveal my source. Every morning, before I begin my work, I read the Courier Journal. Unlike Aunt Kathy and Uncle Steve, I don't have it sent to me, but I am able to enjoy most of it's delights via it's webpage. In fact, sometimes I think the news may be better this way. It's up to date, quick, and I can choose what I want to read without feeling guilty for killing trees. Ok, so my carbon footprint grows with each second on the computer, but I'm on it anyway, and I bike, so it's all good.

The thing I love about www.courier-journal.com is that it's easy to navigate and informative, but also allows me to feel the humanity, caring, and thought that I feel is all involved in being a Louisvillian. There's something very special about being a Louisvillian. I would not trade it for the world. As I shift ever closer to the stage where I will be out searching for a career, raising a family, and settling down (so to speak), I feel more and more remorse that my interests as a medieval historian are less and less conducive to life in Louisville. On the other hand, I am more and more convinced that Louisville is the best place in the world in which to grow up. I am biased of course, but the combination of city, small town, close community, diversity, southern charm, and mid-western accent and quite frankly, loads of friendliness, is ideal. It's a safe place, but it's not a utopia. It's as human as a place can be. Not to mention, a premier University with great athletics and academics (yeah, athletics sadly comes first) and the BEST school in the entire world, the Brown School (and bias raises it's ugly head again).

The reason I'm off on this tangent is the recent inundation on the website of the Hughes family's home remodel via Extreme Makeover:Home Edition. I've seen Patrick Henry Hughes and his father in U of L football games, and on Oprah. This is an amazing family. Patrick Henry is so full of positive thought, his parents and brothers so full of love and support. It warms my heart each time I hear his story. And I've gotta tell you folks, I've been crying like a big homesick baby this week reading all about the adventure in Buechel. Had I been home I know I would've been there. Who would want to miss that? I guess my rambling point is, that I am so proud of this family, and so so happy they come from my hometown.

And what drove this home for me? The quote from Patrick's father in this morning's web article: "I'm just a guy." And you know what? He is. He's just a guy. He's just a Louisville guy. Loving, kind, selfless, and a family man. That's not to say that he's not unusual or special, because of course he is. But more often than not, from Louisville, you've got 'just guys'. I know because they permeate my own family. Generations of them. I suppose I should expand that to Kentucky, but the truth is, no matter how long you've lived in Louisville, whether for a lifetime or a few days, it becomes part of you. So three cheers to this amazing family. And three more to my own.

Love,
Elizabeth

P.S. Check out some of today's most heartwarming articles from the CJ online:
http://www.courier-journal.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071116/NEWS01/71116002
http://www.courier-journal.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071116/NEWS02/711160438
http://www.courier-journal.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071116/COLUMNISTS02/71116005

The last one about Louisville Basketball is especially heartwarming. :) Go Cards!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Non Napoleon!:

Just a quick link to share with you which I think all will enjoy. The BBC recently posted an article describing the most ridiculous laws in the UK. Check it out below. Just so you know, if you ever visit the Houses of Parliament, you aren't allowed to die there. So, make sure you stay alive!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7081038.stm


Not included, but equally amusing, is the French law that prohibits the naming of one's pig Napoleon. :) Gotta love it.

Love,
Elizabeth

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The Fear:

It's set in. The paralyzing fear that prohibits me from writing. The fear that erases all I've researched and all my ideas, leaving me grasping for basic words and composing nonsensical sentences. It comes in slowly, through small acts of procrastination: "I'll write the next sentence AFTER I check my email for the fifteenth time," until I realize it's hold over me has already taken place and instead of a small battle, I'm facing an all-out war. But this time, I've noticed it earlier. And this time, I'm better prepared. And this time, I have an army of supporters (editors) behind me. So watch out fear, I'm coming to conquer you. And anyway, I'm finishing three weeks early to come home for Christmas, so there, I win.

Love,
Elizabeth

Monday, November 12, 2007

No Longer A Russell:

Ok, so I cannot keep my treachery secret any longer. I've defied my roots and succumbed to the Straney side of my genes. I, once a Russell, love .....coffee. That's right! I admit it! It's delicious! And not just the flavored kind. I know I mentioned taste-testing before, but this is different. This is deeper, darker, more powerful. I can drink plain coffee with milk or even... *gasp*... black. In fact, I crave it. Everyday, I need coffee. It's an expensive addiction this. It keeps me giving my money to cafes and Starbucks. More than that, it's expensive in time. I stand in queues to buy my coffee. I wait to drink it. I have to leave the library to do so because I cannot take the pick-me-up in with me. And God forbid I decide to enter the graduate common room (MCR) for a free cup of coffee, for that vacuum of time takes up my entire afternoon. Yes, it's best I spend money on coffee. Or perhaps, it would be better to go back to my Russell roots. Free from the chains which bind me to that caffeine-inducing, delicious, and warm cup of coffee each day.

Love,
Elizabeth

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Remembrance Sunday:

It's that time of year in Britain, when fake poppies emerge by the thousands, pinned to the lapels of young and old, men and women, in honor of the sacrifices made by soldiers for the freedom of the Western world. "On the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, at the eleventh hour..." you will recall. And today, on Remembrance Sunday, I too, want to remember and encourage the same in others.

A news report yesterday displayed the names, faces, and lives of the five remaining World War I veterans in the UK. There are only five, and at over 100 years all of them, sadly they will not be on this earth for much longer. It is so important to know the sacrifices of these men and their peers, the lost generation. It is vital to remember the veterans who volunteered themselves a generation later to fight a second World War. Without these men, and those that worked and continue to work tirelessly since, the opportunities and freedoms we all enjoy would not be possible. I am thankful for these men both in the UK and in my homeland.

I love the poppies. I love the way in which an entire nation remembers together by the simple act of an accessory to one's wardrobe. It is so simple, yet so effective. The poppies speak, each of them, of each sacrifice, each brave action, each son or daughter. They lay in wreaths across memorials and graves. They sit firmly in the center of handmade crosses. Together, as they cover a country, the poppies paint the image of the dead sitting peacefully in a field of the delicate red blossoms, blanketing their exalted part of heaven.



"Prayer to St. Peter" by Edwin McCain

Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-time's bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where their broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die

Give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give dance hall bands, not golden harps
To these our boys
Let them love Peter
For they've had no time
They should have bird songs
And trees and hills to climb
The taste of summer
And a ripened pear
And girls as sweet as meadow wind
And flowing hair
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be alright
With us down here

Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-time's bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where their broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die
You know God knows how young they were
To have to die

And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be alright
With us down here




I will not be silent. I will speak out to remember those who sacrificed their lives for a greater good. I am thankful for them all. Especially, I am thankful for the veterans in my own family, and those who serve faithfully today. So to Ted, Poppa Joe, and Chris this one is for you. I am proud: immensely, without wavering, and in complete faith of you all. Thank you. Today and always, thank you.

All my love,
Elizabeth

Friday, November 09, 2007

From A Sinus-y Haze:

Ill again my family and friends! I'm ill again. For those keeping score that means that Annie the Pug, it's your turn to head to the vet! It all started with a bad cold and led to the inevitable sinus infection. Ugh and grrr I say. I can't write too much here, just as I can't work too much on my thesis, because somehow the combo of the computer screen and the gunk in my clogged sinuses makes me very dizzy. In fact, in those few sentences I had many typos! Normally I can type pretty quickly with a low instance of error. Sad me.

Anyhoo, just wanted everyone to know I'm around. I've been sleeping a lot this week since I can't really work, which I guess is preparation for when I heal, because I won't be sleeping then! I have 35 days to finish my thesis! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! That means there are 45 days until Christmas. That's it, just 45! Seriously I'm not ready for either of those things. One thing at a time I guess. P.S. Uncle Steve, have you time to read drafts soon? :)

It's turned cold here, and smells very much like winter. The shops are now all decorated for Christmas with no Thanksgiving to look forward to since Halloween. I've been eating loads of soup and stopping off for winter flavored Starbucks loads recently. Though with no caramel apple cider or peppermint hot chocolate I'm slightly at a loss. I quite like winter in Oxford though. Something about the British penchant for tea lends itself to cold weather. And nothing beats roasted winter veg.

Well, that's about all my head can handle for the moment. Sorry to stop so abruptly. Here's wishing all are happy, healthy, and well. I'm off to finish my peppermint tea and lay down a bit before dinner. Ah the joy of British TV while ill. Nothing beats reruns of the OC, Sally Jesse Raphael, and the Wonder Years. Yeah, we're current with the times here. ;)

Love to all,
Missing you much,
Elizabeth

Sunday, November 04, 2007

In Times of Stress, Blog Multimedia:

Here's a sample of my favorite tunes at the moment. I hope you'll listen and enjoy!




Love,
Elizabeth

Friday, November 02, 2007

Erika Started It:

Since Erika has been on a youtube blogging spree (and I have no time or anything interesting to report: read, take notes, read, take notes, write, read, take notes, eat, read, sleep...), I thought I would entertain you with two videos from my very favorite Green brothers. I promised videos from these two vloggers a while ago. So here are two recent ones celebrating what I imagine to be a great part about having siblings, namely, making fun of them. Or, in the case of the second video, making fun of yourself. In any case, they are humorous, and only 3 min. long. So check 'em out and let me know what you think!





Love,
Elizabeth

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