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Name: Michelle
Gender: Female
Interests: Almost everything unfortunately. But especially neuroscience. For entertainment piano and voice.
Expertise: Wonderful at nothing. Mediocre at everything.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Biochemistry and Molecular Bio
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Member Since:
3/2/2005
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| I like to consider my views moderate...however I will admit that I have a tendency to take Republican politician's claims more at face value than I do Democrats. Though it must be said that in general...I am a GREAT conspiracy theorist of all politicians. Lately, my dissatisfaction with government, society, and the world in general has led me to want to try something completely new. So here it is....Democrats...unless you have some idiot of a candidate...I want to vote Democrat! I just want to send the republicans and in a way politicians in general a message that We the People won't put up with mediocre at best leadership. While there are still a few republicans from the state whom I intend to vote for...or more accurately some democrats in the state that I intend to vote against...such as Bennie Thompson- always he does no one any good at all-absolutely! For federal elections...I intend to vote democrat across the board. While I could go more in depth on my dissatisfaction and frustration concerning the world in large...I will simply leave it at these previous generalizations. | | |
| So Kevin and I visited the Mississippi Sports Hall of Fame in Jackson for a change of pace. I thought it was definitely worth the $5 adult admission fee. Mississippi has been known for its athletes for a long time and I was glad to see that they finally put together a museum of sorts for them. While I think it was pretty good, I still think they should have done some different things with it. First of all they had one disproportionally large exhibit for Dizzy Dean....who I know is great and important and all and I realize that it was probably stuff from the Dizzy Dean museum that already existed, but still... Where was the really large exhibit for Jerry Rice probably the best or one of the best football players ever in the entire world?! While maybe they didn't put a large one up in the museum because Jerry Rice hasn't been known especially for contributing back to the state or to his alma mater, there is no explanation that I can think of for why they don't have a more significant shrine to Walter Payton...I mean he still has some records right? And he has contributed immensely to the state and to JSU. What about a larger exhibit for Bailey Howell....he is the only Mississippian who is in the National Basketball hall of fame. I'm not trying to put down Dizzy Dean...he was great and has a true Mississippian from the farm to success story behind him...but I think Jerry Rice, Walter Peyton, and Bailey Howell are worthy of more of an honor than they received in the museum. It was very neat to see all of the Mississippians who competed and won in the Olympics...and I thought seeing the old uniforms...especially one of the old catcher uniforms was really neat. | | |
| So to continue my story....We finally got out onto the lake and my aunt finally stopped mumbling about my uncle "second class...second class...wait no...third class third class..." As I mentioned in the earlier episode...Eagle Lake is known to be a great fishing lake...hmm let's think what makes for some great fishing....some algae and plant growth... Well anyway we rode around the lake for a while mostly to my dad's enjoyment. Anyone who has met my dad knows how soft spoken and mild mannered he is. Anyone in my family knows that my father is usually super ultra safe and careful in all we do. He...shops for a new car for two years before he buys it....he put alarms on all of my windows and doors in my apartment...he changed all of my timing belts in my car 15,000 miles before they were supposed to be changed... Well...the boat is my dad's motorcycle of sorts....he gets out on the water and likes to drive it around full speed across every wake that can be seen and into the wind. While it is fun yes...I believe people like my mother and aunt would like a more...gentle ride. However, the look on my dad's face is ridiculous joy or excitement... On the lake that day my mom mentioned that maybe he could go a little slower so it wouldn't be so bumpy...which I have to say...normally I don't mind going fast, but I was having to sit on the front of the boat because my mom and aunt were both in the back of the boat with my dad and uncle in the middle...and let's just say that the bumps are MUCH bigger in the front. So mom mentioned it and my dad who normally obliges every whim and command of my mom's just turned back around and pretended like he didn't hear her with a definitely sneaky look on his face. So I wanted to fish a little bit since this lake was supposed to just be one of the best fishing lakes that my uncle fatdog the outdoorsman extraordinaire liked to use. My uncle directed my dad towards this particularly algae infested area of the lake for me to cast my line in....which is fine for my fishing pole...but not so great for my dad's intake grill that cools the engine with water. So of course after being in the algae for just a little bit my dad's motor(which he just spent a good amount of money on getting checked out, cleaned out, and hoses replaced ect) well, it got overheated. Luckily those smart engineers designed an extremely annoying alarm and automatic cutoff that prevents a person from actually ruining their motor. So...my mom being the ever prepared one whips out the watermelon and says well...why don't we cool off while the motor does. So...we are all sitting there in the lake eating watermelon...meanwhile my dad is starting to get his nervous self. So he has to go check out the propeller and motor....so my dad lays down over the edge of the boat to try to see what he can without getting wet....which requires my mother to hold his legs down....then my uncle being the outdoorsman extraordrinaire decides that he needs to have a look too. So there are two 50 something men hanging over the back of the boat with their wives holding onto their legs to prevent them from falling into the water. Meanwhile i'm dragging the cooler to the other end of the boat to try to balance out this weight and trying with all of my extremely large 5ft tall self to help out too. So...they can't see anything for all of that...well my uncle who is used to deer camp also known evidently as underwear freedom camp for men...decides well heck...i'll just get in the water. And my uncle being the prissy outdoorsman extraordinaire that he is (definitely a sarcastic prissy) decides that he doesn't want to get his shorts or shirt wet....so off they come! Of course that is only after a warning that all females not of age to turn around...which mostly included me even though I guess technically I am of age...I definitely had absolutely no desire whatsoever to see my uncle in his underwear which were probably whitie tighties because...well he's just not from the boxer generation right...i'm sorry..I can't but help the mental picture...urgh... Meanwhile my aunt who was wholly embarassed by my uncle being seen shirtless by her sister and her family was silenced into a loss for words by my uncle in his underwear for all the lake and people to see on the 4th of July weekend (let's just say a popular time for boating or having your family picnic on the lake shore). So my uncle cleaned out the mesh grate that was covered with algae and thus preventing the water from coming in that cools the motor and our afternoon was saved from rowing with one paddle to the nearest shore. All in all the afternoon on the lake was great...but mostly very very funny.
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| So my aunt and uncle bought a cabin on eagle lake recently. Eagle lake is a oxbow lake that was formed when a bend in the mighty Mississippi River was slowly cut off from the rest of the river forming a macaroni-esque lake. This lake has been known by most he-man outdoorsy southerners (maybe otherwise thought of as rednecks or hicks)as a great fishing spot and thus my uncle fatdog's decision to purchase a cabin on the lake. So...I came home from school for Fourth of July weekend. My dad had spent a couple of days cleaning up the boat and getting it repaired after its two year hibernation period. He was ready to take it out for a spin in the open water. So...we took the boat out to the reservoir saturday afternoon and enjoyed the sunset and an hour or so of fishing. Then as we were getting the boat out we watched a man back his Toyota 4Runner into the Reservoir so far that bubbles were coming up from his exhaust....needless to say he had a few problems getting his vehicle out of the reservoir. This all paled in comparison with the joyful day spent with Uncle Fatdog. My parents had informed me of my aunt and uncle's purchase of a "cabin" on Eagle lake. I thought great that will be fun...a small wooden house with a small deck that overlooks the oxbow lake that we can pull the boat up to and go fishing or waterskiing easily with. Well....here comes a classic mississippi folktale. So...we get down there and the "cabin" is a trailer...I could call it a mobile home but that sounds more classy than what it actually was. I can deal with the fact that it was a trailer...it is just the fact that I was told it was a cabin. So...we go inside the aluminum flat-roofed trailer which is old enough to have incurred some dents and rust on the outside. My parents have warned me that the furniture inside is pretty ratty and that the carpet needs to be replaced as someone evidently was shot inside the trailer and the carpet has large bloodstains on it. As we approach the door my aunt meets and greets us and says please excuse my husband he is asleep on the couch without his shirt on. Sure enough we enter the trailer to the sounds of my uncle snoring on a couch while he is airing out his pot-belly. While Uncle fatdog sleeps away, my aunt grabs his shirt and starts hitting him in the face telling him to wake up. So my mom, dad, and I sit down on the couch across from the one he is laid out on with all three of us are snug on a loveseat size hotel liquidator sofa sleeper. My aunt finally gets him to adknowledge that he really is awake so he sits up on the sofa and says HI. Meanwhile my aunt who is embarassed by his lack of shirt begins to mumble...second class...second class...which of course makes my uncle with a twinkle in his eye refuse to put his shirt on even more. So my aunt tries to convince us all to venture into the kitchen away from Uncle Fatdog. My uncle finally relents and puts his shirt on...but says...its comin off as soon as we get outside...its hot! Well we eventually make it to the lake...which by the way is a couple of trailer/cabins away from my aunt and uncle's "lakefront cabin". In which more escapades will be described later in Uncle Fatdog and Eagle Lake #2. | | |
| So I am taking a couple of classes in summer school so I can be sure to fit in all of my double major classes between the fall and spring. I took Microbiology in the first part of the summer, and I'm taking Calculus II in the second part. During the day, I have been studying...watching Star Trek (the ones with Patrick Stewart)...loving being able to practice without a roommate! Not that I don't love my roommate but I usually feel compelled to refrain from doing things embarassing when other people are around like all humans do. I am currently looking for a part time job to help out with billz and the such. AMSA is also taking up some of my time this summer filling out forms to make us offical and working on our funding for next year etc. Personally, I have been having issues with friends/family that have taken a toll on me emotionally...but sometimes that stress is welcome to just drill home one more time who you are and what you love. | | |
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