With the new Husker season starting tomorrow, I can't get anything else on my mind to write about. Please remember, I don't claim to be a poet and I did these in 20 minutes :)

Husker Pledge

I pledge allegiance to Nebraska, the finest state of the Americas.
And of Husker football, I am a fan.
We unite, one nation on the gridiron, indivisible throughout the fall,
Striving each game to go all out, balls to the wall.


The Huskers' Prayer

Husker Football has a special place in Heaven.
Hallowed be this place.
May it be full of caught passes and yards gained,
Reaching as close to perfection as man can reign.
Give us this day our share of touchdowns,
and let us sack the crap out of those who try to touchdown against us.
Lead us not to injury
But deliver us from penalties
For Nebraska is the kingdom,
the power and the glory
forever. Amen.

When I was in New York over the weekend, my cousin and I found a man selling these awesome prints in red, white and blue like Obama's HOPE poster. They have pictures and quotations of writers, physicists, singers, actors, characters, etc. They were awesome. We each bought 5 prints. One of mine is of Jane Austen. The quotation directly below is the one on my print. I've listed a few other quotations of Austen's that I think are great as well and will attach a picture of my collage when I get it done. Enjoy!

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. **My thoughts just highlight intolerably stupid. 

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.    **Yikes, how true is this!? Why is it so hard to tell someone how you feel about them?

Woman is fine for her own satisfaction alone. No man will admire her the more, no woman will like her the better for it. Neatness and fashion are enough for the former, and a something of shabbiness or impropriety will be most endearing to the latter.       **Love yourself and others will love you. Be someone else and others might, maybe, like you, but you won't be happy. 

I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.     **I just find this funny. I tend to love people. 

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?     **This is mean, however, comparing ourselves to others is human nature. Why not have a little fun with it?

A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.     **This is even over-exaggerated with girls who read--who doesn't dream that any guy could be the Mr. Darcy to her Elizabeth, or in my case, the Henry to my Clare?

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.      **I'd add singing loudly to this as well.

My roommate Kerry while we watch our friend Kim compete in the Mrs. America pageant: What if you were married to a woman? Can you still compete?
Me: I don't know. I don't think they could really discriminate against you.
Kerry: Want to marry me so that I can compete next year?
Me: We can just go over to Iowa.
Kerry: Mrs. Nebraska has been married for one year to Mrs. Erin Gesell and the pair has two children: Roxy and Lola, dogs...(she leaves my room for a moment then comes back) When I get married, I'm going to make my husband take my name...Or maybe I'll be like Pee Wee Herman and marry Fruit Salad.
Me: One of the two, whatever comes first.

     I turned 24 on Saturday and I'm realizing there is a definite circle to my life depending on what kind of event I can be excited for.

I start my year with the season of "The Goodlife." As soon as my birthday is over, I get really excited for football. Football games, football parties, football party food, throwing around a football, all of it. My first multiple syllable word was "touchdown."I love fall weather in Nebraska, hanging out in jeans and a t-shirt and watching good football. Lumped in with this time of year is Halloween--I live for any reason to get dressed up and we all know I live for candy. My ultimate goal is to find a guy to dress up as Danny Zuko with me. Bonus points if he's not a gay friend. I also find this is the ultimate running time for me. I log a ton of miles in the fall, I'm probably in my best shape and at my lowest weight. Because of all the running I have a wonderfully clear mind as well.

The next phase of Erin's Calendar Year starts with Thanksgiving and is called the season of "Stuffing and Christmas Candy." Surprisingly, I always carry over my good running and weight from The Goodlife into Stuffing and Christmas Candy. Thanksgiving is my most favorite holiday of all time. The focus is food, family and football--what could be better? Christmas is ok too. I love being with my family and baking and eating all the Christmas candy, but Christmas has all the pressure of presents and churching and there seems to be less naps. New Years is ok too. I like setting new resolutions and any reason to dress up and go out. My favorite sport of all time to watch live also starts at this time: basketball.

Basketball is possibly the only thing that gets me through the next season: "I Wish I Were a Species That Hibernated." The only redeeming qualities of the time from January 2nd to May 1 are the aforementioned basketball and Valentine's Day candy and Easter candy. That's it. This time sucks hard core. Granted there are concerts, trips and outings with friends and family that can happen during this time that I can get really excited about, but mostly, I'd be ok with hibernating for 5 months.

Erin's Calendar Year ends with the time in May when the weather finally gets hot and lasts until my birthday. This is the best time of year: "Lake Time." I have high expectations for this season. I demand hot (hot for real, like, 90 plus) weather, naps and reading on the beach, water skiing, laking with my family and friends, s'mores, sweet corn and loads of veggies fresh from the garden, bike rides, driving with the windows down, thunderstorms, the smell of sunscreen and the feel of the sun on bare skin. I love it all.

More things I live for:

1. The song "Yellow" by Coldplay, or maybe I've mentioned that. Pandora, I live for Pandora.
2. My slum lord sending me pictures of my new apartment. (To all of my UNO people, don't worry, it's not really the slums. Also, I miss you!)
3. Saying I have a slum lord.
4. All my yoga dudes saying I kicked their butts in class Monday.
5. Having amazing friends.
6. Going to NYC in tomorrow!!
7. One of my cycling dudes telling me he's worried about me riding the subway in New York. One of my favorite women at the gym responding with, "Erin, you just wear short sleeves the whole time. No one will mess with you."I like this because my gym family loves me, however, it also makes me feel slightly manly.
8. When someone gets Beetlejuiced and I don't have to be around when said person shows up.
9. Code names. Ie, Amber Alert
10. Knowing it's less than 2 weeks until football season.
11. The guy who told me my mom was beautiful and I look like her. Also, all of my high school friends who sang Erin's Mom (tune of "Stacy's Mom") to embarrass me. I'm embracing it now. Not that I want to be considered hot by high school boys, but I think that's a sign I'll be decent looking when I'm 50.
12. I'm sad to know that The Labyrinth will be playing at the Dundee Theater this weekend and I'll miss it, buuuut it does remind me that I really love that movie and all the oddities that come to mind when I think of it.
13. Long letters/emails. I miss the days of writing letters or notes to friends in class. I also miss talking on the phone before bed. Do people even do that anymore? If so, I need to find them and become phone buddies/pen pals.
14. When a good looking guy under 40 comes in to my gym. You'd think this would happen often. It doesn't.
15. Lemon bars.
16. That I added 2 classes to my schedule that are farther away from my house to teach all fall so I can avoid teaching one kickboxing class.
17. So, I find a lot of cutlery lying around outside and I've started collecting it. Don't worry, I don't use it to eat off of, I just, I don't know, collect it. I found a fork on my run on Sunday. Carried it for 7 miles.  I live for finding random cutlery. I also live for the fact that I'm comfortable enough with myself and my oddities that I can admit that.
18. I'm from Norfolk, Nebraska, pronounced Nor-fork. When I told someone the story of why it's pronounced that way he said, "so you're a Norforker?" Why, yes. Yes, I am. I think Norforker is funny.
19. Finding out that my cousin's boyfriend has been called a centaur by fellow Nebraska D-lineman, Eric Martin.
"I am the vocal one on the d-line. Cam (Meredith) doesn't really say anything… Jason (Ankrah), he's just a centaur. You know, centaurs are pretty quiet. You just give them a sugar cube and they walk away."
- Senior Eric Martin describing the vocal leadership on the defensive line.
20. That Eric Martin knows what a centaur is.
21. That Eric Martin apparently also knows that centaurs are quiet and you just have to give them a sugar  cube. 

Leaving Home

“Hannah, are you ready? It’s almost time to go,” David said to his wife.

She picked up her suitcase and the briefcase, which held all of their documentation that would get them past the border into neutral Sweden from Denmark, and took one last look around their beautiful home. Ready? How could she ever be ready? Were her bags packed? Yes. But how could she fit their whole lives into one suitcase? Were the boys ready? Yes. But how can they know that this was forever and not a vacation like she had made it sound to them?

“Oh, David, how did it ever come to this?” She sighed. Many of their friends and family had left Denmark when they began hearing of what happened to the Jews in Germany and Poland. It wasn’t long before they heard the Nazis were turning north. Their closest relative, a cousin of David’s, and his wife packed up and moved to America a month after Kristallnacht, over a year before. They were young and had no children. They worked as teachers in the city. They were easily uprooted and transportable. They hadn’t spent their lives running in the Danish countryside. They hadn’t worked their hands to the bone milking and caring for cattle for their livelihood. They hadn’t turned an acre and two milking cows into one of the most profitable farms in Denmark. They hadn’t built something they had planned to give their children one day like her parents had given to her and David.

“Mommy, now we are going to take our boat ride?” Immanuel stood beside her. He was bundled in his coat, hat, and mittens for the ride. Even though it was September and 50 degrees she had made them all wear as many layers of clothing as they could so that they’d have more when they got to Sweden.

“Yes, baby.”

“Hannah? I have to do it now. Are you ready? Put everything in the car we have to be at the boat in three hours. I have to do it now,” David said poking his head into the bedroom where she and Immanuel stood.

She nodded. “Come, Immanuel, let’s go find Adam and the three of us will play the piano and sing one last time before we go.” She toted the bags to the car and she and Immanuel called Adam in from the yard to sit down at the piano. David trudged out to the barn with his shotgun over his shoulder. Hannah suppressed a sob as she saw Lady, their Shepard, bounding along beside him.

“Momma? What’s wrong?” Immanuel asked.

“Oh, nothing! What shall we sing?”

“‘Op, Lille Hans!’ ‘Op, Lille Hans!’” Immanuel chanted.

“No, that song is for babies. Please can we sing something more fun?” Adam whined, since he had turned 10 and was now a “double digit,” he thought the sweet things of his childhood were behind him. How Hannah wished she could keep him and her five-year-old Immanuel innocent forever.

CRACK! A gunshot echoed through the air.

“What--?” Adam started, but Hannah began banging on the piano keys and singing “Op, Lille Hans” as if her life depended on it. Immanuel joined in and began dancing around the sitting room. Hannah sang louder. She could still hear the gunshots. “Grab some pots for drums!” She shouted on a break from the lyrics. Immanuel grabbed pots and wooden spoons from the kitchen. Adam took two lids and banged them like cymbals. The boys stomped and sang and banged their pots.

Damn, David thought as he puked again. He stood panting over the corpse his favorite cow. He’d killed her and her stall mate first not sure that he’d have the courage to save them for last. She hadn’t done anything to be his favorite. There was just something about her big eyes that seemed so humanlike. She had always pranced a little when he came in for milking. She was the only cow he talked to. Hell, when Hannah and the kids were staying at her parent’s house in Randers that cow and Lady were the only two living things he spoke to.

Lady. Damn. Damn! Damn! Damn! They had been so focused on the boys and setting up the boat and destroying the cattle so that the Germans couldn’t use them, they hadn’t decided what to do about Lady. She lay whimpering in the corner of the barn. The gun had scared her; and yet she didn’t leave him. She still trusted him. She couldn’t go with them. If she stayed at the house there would be no one to feed her. If he let left her outside she’d freeze or starve to death soon. There was no one they knew who could afford to take her in and things would be tighter once the Nazis arrived.

He bent down, cupped his hand under Lady’s chin and kissed her nose. Her tail thumped the floor. David scratched her belly one last time in her favorite spot and she squirmed with pleasure. With shaking hands David reloaded the gun and stood over his dog.

On what felt like the thousandth round of “Op. Lille Hans” David stumbled into the room. Tears streamed from Hannah’s face, but she couldn’t stop singing.

“Hannah, it’s done. We have to go,” he croaked.

She couldn’t stop singing. “Hannah!” he shouted. “Hannah!” The boys had stopped singing and their instruments dropped to the floor. Hannah continued to sing. David put his arms around her. “Hannah, I did it. It’s over, we’ll be OK.”

She drew her fingers away from the piano and David led her to the car. Hannah gasped when she saw the flames licking the side of the barn.

“Shhh,” David whispered. “Don’t let them see.”

She nodded. “Why?”

“I couldn’t let them lay there and rot.”

She nodded again. With the boys in the backseat and the bags in the trunk, David grasped Hannah’s hand with one of his and with the other he drove them away from home. 

Sometimes life is like a box of chocolates and you never know what you are going to get. Sometimes life is like having to go to lunch with your evil grandmother and you know exactly what you are going to get and exactly how much it will suck. Is it better to unknowingly bite into a piece of dark chocolate covered coconut or to see the nastiness coming head on? I'll take the surprise. At least you can always spit it out and find another.