So here’s a confession: I’ve never felt like I was good at my job. I never advanced past concessions at the movie theater. I found working a drive-thru at Diary Queen overwhelming, and the swirls on my cones always fell apart. As a copy editor, I made too many mistakes. As a page designer, I felt like a failure. But lately I’m starting to feel confident in my skills — at least some of them — and that’s a feeling I’ve waited 26 years for. Continue reading
There are two sides to every tattoo story: the tale how how you got it, and the tale of why. Most days, I prefer to explain the how: Right after high school, my best friend Christian moved to Austin to join the AmeriCorps and I hitched a ride down there just for the adventure of it.
After midnight, bored on 6th Street and too young to drink, I decided to get a tattoo. We picked a shop at random and I explained my concept, forcing the artist to draw and redraw the stencil until he came up with something to my liking. (Side note: Don’t ever do that, especially with a piece this big. I could have been mangled.)
The concept isn’t as sophisticated as 18-year-old Sarah Kelly thought, but the work is good enough. I thought about having it removed, or at least covering it with makeup for my wedding, but I couldn’t — because of the why.
“Sweet dreams and flying machines” is a line from James Taylor’s song “Fire and Rain.”
Since 2003, the song has been inextricably tied in my brain to the death of Tyler Kirk.
They used to say Kansas State is our rival, but Missouri is our enemy. Conference realignment has complicated that, but tonight is the dawn of a new era.
Saturday’s win over K-State was fun, but it didn’t compare to the satisfaction of beating Missouri. Other than an irritating penchant for camouflage, Kansas State and its fans don’t bother me. We’re brothers.
Not so with Missouri. I hate everything Missouri stands for. Every victory over Missouri felt like a moral triumph.
This is for Quantrill’s raid.
This is for the time Missouri fans took a shit in my friend’s grill at Arrowhead Stadium.
Now we’re left with no one in the conference to hate, and that just won’t do. May I suggest: Iowa State.
I missed a lot of Midwestern things when I lived in Texas, but I never once missed “real” winters.
Adults who get excited about snow —I say this affectionately — are the worst people on earth and they need to grow up. Snow is terrible. It’s cold and wet, it makes driving dangerous, it ruins the hem of every pair of jeans. Snow is the reason I left Kansas in 2011.
And while everyone thought I was being ridiculous, my biggest reservation about taking a job in Iowa City was the weather. Everyone said I’d be fine, the winters weren’t that bad, and climate preference was no reason to turn down a good opportunity.
I didn’t mention that I’d struggled with depression for years, or that it was worse in the winter, or that central Texas winters had saved me. Because that stuff is kind of heavy.
In Iowa, I’d have a great job with normal hours, and I’d finally marry my fiancé after two years of living in different states. How could I be sad if my life was finally coming together?
I’m Sarah Kelly, and I always find a way. Continue reading
Every trip to Lawrence is magical, but this one takes the cake.
I learned to read in Lawrence, got my degree in Lawrence, and met my husband in Lawrence, so you’d better believe I insisted on getting married in Lawrence. That’s home.
The full mass Catholic ceremony at St. John’s was for my husband. The reception, in turn, was the most Sarah Kelly thing I’ve ever done. Check the cake toppers:
Guests found their seats at the Chamberlain table, the Chalmers table, and the Sayers table, because I’m obnoxious. Naturally, the wedding party was at the Naismith table.
The reception was at the Adams Alumni Center on campus, and everyone we worked with was absolutely amazing. I liked the KU decor, the location, and the alumni connection, but what sold me on the venue is this:
They dress up this Jayhawk in a tuxedo for special occasions. Sold.
Before Allen Fieldhouse and the alumni center, we stopped at another campus spot that’s always felt like home: Alpha Delta Pi.
I lived at ADPi for two of the best years of my life, and met most of my closest friends, including all four bridesmaids, there. The organization has given me a lifelong connection to women all over the country and helped me find my place in each city I’ve lived in, but 1600 Oxford Road will always be home home.
And here’s another cool KU connection.
After the wedding, a bunch of us met for drinks at The Oread and ran into Andy Joseph, a friend of one of the guests and someone I’d been following on Twitter for quite a while. It was great to finally meet Andy, but I think he had a better time meeting my friend Rachel.
Andy and Rachel are both KU alumni who live in Phoenix and happened to be in Lawrence for the weekend. Not enough coincidence for you? Rachel is in the process of converting to Judaism and Andy just so happens to be Jewish. They hit it off in Lawrence, met up the next night in Phoenix, and now they’re all anyone in our respective friend groups has talked about all week.
So, cheers to Jayhawk love in all its stages.
What’s next for me? Now that I’m not drowning in wedding plans, I’ll be putting together some KU watch parties in the Iowa City/Cedar Rapids area. Know someone who’d like to join? Email me!
Football season can be a trying time for Kansas fans.
It hasn’t always been this way. Remember this?
That was Jan. 2008, my first year at the University of Kansas, and probably the best year of my life.
Six years ago, Kansas won a BCS bowl. Last year, Kansas won one game. The Jayhawks won two games in 2011, and three games in 2010. Lately, it’s been difficult to get excited about KU football. But here are four reasons to try.
Kansas fans are used to missing out on top recruits. We hate televised announcements. We never win hat ceremonies. Four of the top 10 Rivals.com recruits (and five of the top 11) have committed to Kentucky. The other schools with top-10 recruits: Arizona, Duke, Indiana, and Florida (with two).
None of these schools happened to have invented college basketball, but they’re all storied programs and perennial contenders. The best recruits — the ones with serious NBA ambitions — pick schools like Kentucky because the national exposure can’t be beat.
Or they pick a dark horse — like, say, the No. 18 prospect Keith Frazier committing to SMU — so they can outshine their significantly less talented teammates. (The fact that Kansas great Larry Brown coaches the Mustangs probably didn’t hurt.)