Oak Ridge Football Booster Club Banquet Scheduled for January 17

The Oak Ridge Football Booster Club’s annual Football Banquet is scheduled for January 17, and this year will feature Gerald Irons as the guest speaker.  Mr. Irons served on the Conroe ISD Board of Trustees for over 20 years, and prior to that spent 10 years in the NFL, playing for the Cleveland Browns and Oakland Raiders.

The Booster Club supports the War Eagle football program where district funds and capabilities fall short.  Through spirit fees, concession and apparel sales, and various fund raisers they are able to provide financial support to enhance Oak Ridge football player experience and improve safety. They have spent $15k already on new equipment for the boys, including 50 sets of shoulder pads, 39 helmets, and two neck machines designed to reduce concussions.

This year the club has incorporated a President, Vice President, Secretary and Treasurer into the organizational structure, with the hope that the additional leadership positions will encourage additional volunteerism and enhance the club’s fund raising abilities. They have also created additional committee positions to promote club functions and events. The club is a volunteer organization whose success depends on volunteer efforts by the athletes’ parents, and in rallying community participation. They maintain both a website and a Facebook presence where additional information can be found.

The booster club’s annual golf tournament is scheduled for May 17, and they are excited to announce the first annual ”Side by Side” utility raffle that will allow the coaches the use of a utility vehicle throughout the season. That utility vehicle will then be raffled off at the conclusion of the football season.  The club is currently seeking local businesses to partner “side by side” to help in  supplying the utility vehicle for this fund raiser.  Anyone interested in helping should contact Stuart Norton or Billy Lowe.

Tickets for the annual banquet are $15 and a ticket will be required to attend.  Tickets can be purchased in the athletic office. The banquet will start at 6:30 PM on January 17 and will be held in the ORHS cafeteria.

 

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Bill O’Reilly: Teenage Werewolves

Michael Landon in "I was a Teenage Werewolf", 1957

Back in the 1950s, “Little Joe Cartwright” starred in a movie called “I Was a Teenage Werewolf.” That’s right, after seeing a full moon, Michael Landon ran around a public high school foaming at the mouth and pretty much out of control. Since there was little difference between his behavior and that of the normal students, he got away with it for two semesters.

As I watched the film, I remember thinking that it was going to be tough for Landon to get into college with that on his resume. But then the 1960s happened, so that was that.

This brings me to the present. My life these days is largely confronting political and social madness on television and then going home to deal with teenage drama from an almost-14-year-old girl. I vaguely remember being 14, because I was ensconced in a Catholic high school that gave out homework assignments like they were M&M’s. Believe me, I had plenty of angst. But nobody paid much attention to it.

Like today, many teenagers back then brooded full time. Check out James Dean, an outstandingly cloudy guy. But now teens have two things that embolden their disenchantment: the Internet and permissive parents.

Earlier this week, I was encouraging my urchins to speed it up because the bus was coming.

“I can’t go faster ’cause you’re staring at me,” the teen wailed.

“I’m not staring at you. I just came into the room.”

“But I can see you!”

You get the idea. My daughter also did not want to wear anything that covered her legs — even though it was 39 degrees outside. She wanted to wear shorts. At that point, I started wishing she’d turn into a werewolf. At least the fur would keep her warm.

But it is the Internet that is truly changing the teenage dynamic in America.

It used to be that teenagers would hang out together and swap stories of woe. I remember seeing Billy Joel and his crew at stores on Levittown Parkway. They were just slouching around the same as my guys were. Just being with other teenagers was comforting, but we actually had to leave our houses to do that. Now, teens can gang-brood from their rooms on the Net.

Because nearly every awful occurrence is highlighted on various Facebook pages, teenagers now find it easier to justify their own craziness. “How can you criticize me for getting a C when Shelley got all F’s and crashed her dad’s car?” That kind of thing.

Nothing is private anymore. Teenagers are subjected to (and some participate in) incredibly destructive behavior online.

And parents have few options. Even if you ban home computers, handheld devices are all over the place. You’d have to put a full-time bodyguard on the child in order to provide complete protection.

In the end, all parents can do is try their best to impose a sense of responsibility on their kids. But don’t expect any appreciation, and be watchful at all times. Kids today are growing up at warp speed; the machines march them into adulthood way before they’re ready.

Even with fangs, Landon had it easier.

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Vice Turkey: Pardoned or Fried to a Golden and Delicious Crisp?

Former Vice President John Nance Garner famously described the vice presidency as “not worth a bucket of warm piss.” If Garner thought his vice presidency was bad, he should have tried being vice turkey.

Every year, a pardoned turkey-select is chosen at birth for official presidential pardoning at the National Thanksgiving Turkey Presentation. But did you know that a vice turkey also is chosen? He is put through the same rigorous training, preparing him for the Thanksgiving noise, lights and crowds if the pardoned turkey-select should die before the big day. But the vice turkey likely will never get to experience his 15 minutes of fame. And adding insult to injury, most Americans don’t even know the vice turkey exists, waiting in the wings to serve his country.

The vice turkey is an American public servant, but is he given a hero’s welcome? I should say not. It’s great to be the wingman and all, but no one knew the name of that guy who helped Tom Cruise get the chick in “Top Gun” until he showed up as Dr. Greene on “ER.” And the vice turkey isn’t likely to get a resurgence of his career starring across George Clooney any time soon. Even as the vice turkey’s mother brags about her son at the feather salon and feeding station, the other hens just stick their beaks up at her and cluck insults behind her back. What kind of turkey wants to be vice turkey when he grows up anyhow? At least being sold to Butterball is respectable!

As Thanksgiving grows near, the vice turkey grows weary of his life and title. It’s hard to hold up that patriotic red, white and blue head when you’re ignored by the country you love. Sure, the health insurance benefits are good, but the hours are fowl. And why should he have to endure this humiliation and overstimulation? He isn’t going to be the one who gets to stand in front of adoring crowds. The president won’t tickle his wattle.

The vice turkey contemplates telling the job to get stuffed. He’s seen “Chicken Run.” He knows how to fly the coop. Oh, yes, he considers running to Canada to become a draft dodger. But the vice turkey is a turkey of great moral character, and year after year, he decides to serve his country, either in the shadows or next to the cranberry sauce.

The day of the actual pardoning is anxiety-inducing for the vice turkey. There is both the hope and fear he will be called to the stage, and of course, there’s the risk he will be eaten. History shows that the vice turkey will leave Washington without being brined, baked or fried, but unlike the fate of the pardoned turkey, there is simply no guarantee. A 40-pound turkey has enough heart problems as is! With the added stress, it’s a wonder the vice turkey doesn’t kick the bucket (filled with the proverbial warm piss) right on the spot.

After Thanksgiving, the pardoned turkey and, feathers crossed, the vice turkey retire together to live out the rest of their days. But the belittling job of the vice turkey never is done. Whether the turkeys are sent to Disney to act as honorary grand marshal in the Thanksgiving Day parade or Mount Vernon to be part of the tour, it is still the pardoned turkey that gets to gobble up all the attention.

This year, we began to rectify the decades of damage done to the vice turkey, by not having the official title bestowed upon him until the day before the National Thanksgiving Turkey Presentation. The two selected turkeys were given the same upbringing and respect until a Facebook competition to collect the highest number of “likes” determined their fate. Cobbler may have gotten the honor of becoming the 2012 pardoned turkey, but Gobbler still got his 15 minutes of fame. It may be a paltry consolation for the wronged poultry, but it’s a start. And I believe we addressed this issue just in the nick of time. God forbid there be a repeat of Turkey-gate 2008, when President Bush had to pardon the vice turkey after the pardoned turkey-select fell mysteriously ill from food poisoning the night before.

If you ask me, the vice turkey did it.

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Entertaining With Old-Fashioned Charm

Christie Matheson’s new book “Simply Charming” helps others be more gracious at home and in the world. Photo courtesy of the author.

One is more delightful for being told one is delightful.

– Katharine Gerould, American writer

Ladies and Gentlemen, please put down your smart phones. Better yet, silence them. I need your full attention: Americans and their homes are having a charm crisis.

Our collective attachment to electronics — whether to our high-definition televisions, laptops, or mobile devices — are turning us into rude, detached, self-absorbed, technology addicts who use our homes simply as charging docks. It’s making us less human.

See, back in the old days, before friend was a verb, humans got together. In person. They invited other humans to their homes for tea, cocktails, dinners, parties and – gasp! – conversation.

If we’re ever going to be human again, we need to get less attached to our devices and more connected to each other, says lifestyle expert Christie Matheson, whose new book, “Simply Charming” (Skyhorse Publishing, June 2012), reminds us how.

More than a charm-school primer, Matheson’s book reinforces why we practice etiquette at all. “It makes others feel more comfortable.” The book underscores the importance — make that the necessity — of being nice, of giving genuine compliments, of having face time with others, and of entertaining at home with, yes, charm.

“While Facebook and other social media have brought us closer in some ways, they have distanced us in others,” Matheson said when I called her to find out how I could brush up my own languishing charm skills.

“I so get that,” I said. “Why have people over when you already know from their status updates and tweets every time they get a latté?”

“People can post comments on your wall, but none of the really good stuff happens unless you’re face to face,” she said.

“Furthermore,” I said, and she had me going, “besides hiding behind their assorted screens, they also put off entertaining until after they finish some home improvement. They want to fix the driveway first or paint.”

“They don’t realize that people don’t care if your sofa needs replacing,” she said. “They want welcoming and inviting, not perfect and austere.”

By now we’re in such violent agreement, we burst out in unison:

“They’re missing the point!!”

Matheson is lobbying for a return to etiquette because she believes there’s more to life than having a meaningful relationship with your handheld. I support the cause because I want to see people use their homes for more than a convenient place to plug in.

After all, home is the backdrop for your relationships, which are, finally, when you tally the score, what life is all about. And you won’t have many unless you have company.

Matheson summed it up like this: “Invite people over. Be charming. It’s fun.” Then she offered these tips on how to host charming parties, and be, well, simply more charming:

  • Give guests something to do. When guests arrive to a party, no matter how confident they are, they have a sense of trepidation, said Matheson. Give them a task. Point them to the self-serve bar, or the appetizers. “Handing someone a drink as they walk in deprives them of the opportunity to walk through the room, and get a drink and their bearings.”
  • Make introductions times three. Many of us don’t catch someone’s name the first time, because we’re too worried about whether we have spinach in our teeth. So, as a host, when introducing guests, repeat each person’s name a few times as naturally as possible: Anne, this is Jim. Jim meet Anne. Anne works as a bartender at the Cherry Grill. Jim has three young boys, and just climbed Mt. Everest.
  • Draw out common interests. Jim is planning a trip to Italy. Anne, weren’t you in Florence last year? Common ground helps guests connect and converse.
  • Offer artful compliments. Don’t gush, but do kindly comment on a person’s appearance or recent accomplishment: Joan just had her art featured in a gallery downtown. Peter just passed his bar exam.
  • Be sincere. Paying compliments is one of the nicest ways to make others feel good. However, Matheson notes the two kinds of compliments you should never give: False and backhanded. “You must look for something honest, kind and sincere to say. Avoid gratuitous remarks; people can smell a phony. And no compliment should carry any tinge of insult. Instead of saying, “Boy, you sure knocked that baby weight off!” Try, “Wow! You’d never know you just had a baby!”
  • Use people’s names. That alone is a compliment.
  • Don’t gossip. If it’s cruel, catty or you wouldn’t want it to get back to someone, don’t say it.
  • Toast with class. Toasts are not roasts and should never be insulting.
  • Let others talk. Don’t try to dazzle company with your wit. The best way to make someone comfortable is to listen closely to what they have to say, and to care. “Charm happens when people don’t think too much about how they’re coming across,” she said.
  • Above all, don’t check your phone.That’s the opposite of charming,” said Matheson. Mobile devices have no place at a party, or any time you’re face to face with people you care about.

 

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Back To School Trends, A Colorful Fall

Girls jump for joy this back-to-school season with colorful pants that mix and match with ruffled Tees and hoodies. (www.landsend.com)

It’s time to do your fashion homework, even if it is still the middle of summer. You can study up on some of the latest trends and make your shopping that much easier, according to Todd Christiansen, divisional merchandising manager for Lands’ End Kids.

“It makes sense that parents are doing their research to make their dollars go further. If kids’ backpacks fall apart or they tear through the knees of their pants, it’s not only money that’s wasted, but the time it takes to replace them.”

A survey conducted by Lands’ End revealed that 3 out of 5 parents love to shop with their kids “because they love seeing the new styles and products.” And a whopping 96 percent of parents said they would share first-day-of-school pictures on Facebook.

So what fashion trends will kids be posing in for those Facebook photos?

Here’s a roundup of the latest must-haves for girls and guys going back to school:

“The key for girls to make the grade this back-to-school season is color,” says Jennifer Coccaro, senior merchandise manager for Lands’ End Kids. “Color is everywhere, whether as a striking statement in pencil-fit pants and skirts or a more subtle surprise in shoes and accessories.”

—Colored bottoms — Look for denim and corduroy in the season’s hottest silhouette — the pencil leg. It doesn’t have to be tight, just slim and trim. Mix it up with a fun skirt with a ruffled hem that has a little bit of flounce.

—Space-dye style — The trendy, striated space-dye pattern is fun and comfortable when done in French terry separates such as hoodies, long-sleeve dresses, ruffled knit skorts and rolled-up pants.

—Detailed Tees. Forget the plain Jane T-shirts. This fall, dress up everyday jeans or skirts and blazers with Tees embellished with delicate ruffles and pin-tuck detailing.

—Dresses and Leggings. They’re the perfect duo offering style and comfort. Solid color leggings make a great accent for any printed dress, while mixing-and-matching prints and patterns lets girls create their own personal looks.

—Long-Sleeve V-neck cardigans. To top it all off — these cardigans are the most versatile layering pieces that can add a playful pop of color to any outfit. Longer lengths are perfect because you can belt them for a more tailored look.

For the boys:

“Boys will break the mold in back-to-school this back-to-school season with looks that are rugged, tailored and comfortable,” says Adam Napier, senior merchandise manager for Lands’ End Kids. Here are five must-haves for the boys on your back-to-school shopping list:

—Graphic rugbies — The stripes are on the back-to-school playing field. Embroideries, screen prints and dip dying make the Rugby shirt a go-to-fashion-must-have for the guys.

—Cadet-inspired pants. These rugged pants are a sure style hit this fall. Dressed up or down, these are the official pants of fall.

—Hoodies — By now, a collegiate favorite, the hoodie is updated with a lining of super-soft cotton Sherpa fleece.

—Five-pocket corduroy pants — Jeans may be an all-time basic, but cords are back in style in pigment-dyed rich colors such as rust, blue, mahogany and gray.

—Long-sleeved button downs — Whether it’s a colorful washed oxford or a long-sleeve plaid shirt, these are classics that will mix and match with denims and cords alike.

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From the Department of Misplaced Persons

Family pictures and other treasured objects can make you feel connected and create a sense of home more quickly wherever you are. Photo courtesy of Carolyne Macmillan/dreamstime.com.

“I feel like a misplaced person,” Mom repeats this like a mynah bird.

She wants to go home. The confusing part is she is home.

I know the feeling.

Displacement is the norm lately in our once root-bound family.

The various members of our clan have been moving so much people think we’re in the witness protection program.

“This is just temporary,” Mom says, for the tenth time in an hour. She’s slipping, and repeats herself. “We’re going home tomorrow.”

Home is so very relative.

“I feel like a misplaced person.”

My family’s multiple moves reflect our different ages and stages. For reasons that include college, career and elder care, we’ve all pulled up stakes and are trying to figure out what constitutes home.

The house hopping began 15 months ago. My husband, our two teenage daughters and I moved out of our house in Colorado, our family home for eight years, and went in three directions. I moved with our youngest daughter to Orlando for a job; my husband stayed in Denver for his work. He flies to Florida most weekends. In August, our oldest daughter went off to college in Texas. It was as if someone tossed a handgrenade into the kitchen.

At the airport, they look at us funny — a family with driver’s licenses issued in three states. We’re like a herd of nomadic cats. I used to say that the only thing I had in common with my family were a few strands of DNA and an address. Now it’s just DNA.

Then last month, in the hardest move of all, my brother and I moved our 90-year-old parents into assisted living, and out of the Southern California ranch house they have called home for over 40 years.

“I feel like a misplaced person,” Mom says. My older daughter and I are visiting.

“I know just how you feel,” I say. Since landing in Florida, I’ve moved twice. I’m thinking of putting all my furniture on springs, rollers, and pogo sticks.

“But this is just temporary,” she says.

“Yes,” I say. “Everything is.”

“We’re going home tomorrow.”

“That’s true,” I say. She’ll be right here.

While I am all for nesting, moving is a fact of life, particularly for today’s modern family, which is living longer, and going to greater lengths for work and school. Your turn is coming. When it does, here are some generational pointers from my family — the defacto relocation experts — on how to make a new place home:

  • Know what you love. And take it with you. Having personally moved twice this past year, I assure you, most material belongings really don’t matter. But some do. Look around your home and ask yourself what brings you comfort, and what would break your heart to leave behind. This list should be short. But what’s left will help you define your style, your person, your sense of place. For me, it’s my French writing desk, a few paintings, and a four poster bed that was my parents’ wedding bed. My parents wanted their favorite blue chairs, their blue and white dishes, and art and family photos collected over a lifetime.
  • Put same things the same way. While I like to change up the décor in homes where I’ve become established, in a new place, recreating looks from the past is comforting. My sister-in-law recreated the top of my parents’ dresser exactly the way they had arranged it at their old home. She even hung the art around it in the same way.
  • Find your routine. My older daughter took a while adjusting to college life, and for the first few months, wanted to move home. “At first I was shell-shocked,” she said. “But once I put in place what I needed for my baseline of happiness – a place to run, a space to study, a way to get food I liked — I felt much more comfortable and secure and able to branch out.”
  • See familiar faces. My parents feel better surrounded by family photos. My daughter, however, speaks for today’s youth: “We don’t need family photos. We have Facebook.”
  • Look at the positive. As many army brats will tell you, moving teaches you to adapt. “Now that I know what it takes to settle in,” my college daughter says, “I’m not daunted by the fact that grad school or a future job may be in yet a different state. I don’t look forward to starting over, but know I can.”
  • Embrace the new. Whenever I start pining for something from my former house, I refocus on what’s great about where I am. For instance, I do miss my Rocky Mountain view, but my current house sits on a picturesque lake. I will miss that lovely view, too, when I move again. So my plan is to enjoy what’s wonderful about where I live right now, because, as Mom says, “This is just temporary.”
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“But I Love You So Much, Momma”

I was a little anxious as my in-laws backed out of my driveway after Memorial Day weekend. Most people would be anxious to see their in-laws coming but not me. I was anxious because tucked in the backseat, they had Aubrey and Emma packed in to go stay on their Alabama farm for an entire week.

Aubrey, my seven-year-old, would be fine. She had started packing her bag as soon as her Grammie asked if they wanted to go. (Toothbrush, bathing suit, overalls, rain boots.) Emma, my six-year-old, was hesitant. While Aubrey packed her bags, Emma wrapped her spindly arms and legs around me like a spider monkey and whispered in my ear, “But I love you so much Momma.”

“I’m not going to make you go but I think you’ll be sad if you don’t.” Emma needed a little time away from me. Over the last few months she’s clung to me like glue, a result, no doubt of me resuming a full time job and being out of pocket a little more. I had been praying for ways to build her independence and thought this might be an answer.

Emma was eventually sold when her Grammie said, “Oh I hate I won’t be able to give you your birthday present this week!”

“Is it just a card?” She asked.

“When have I ever given you a CARD for your birthday?” Grammie said.

“Okay, I’ll go.”

So I was anxious when they pulled out of the driveway. I wasn’t sure how Emma would fare but knew if she could keep it together she’d have the time of her life.

Pictures rolled in hourly via Facebook. Emma looked happy as she rode a horse with Aubrey behind her in the saddle. She grinned ear to ear as she rode beside her Pop Pete on his mule drawn wagon. She looked pretty content blowing out the candles on her birthday cake that my sweet sisters-in-law got her for a joint birthday party with her cousins.

Emma called me almost every day and said, “Momma, I miss you really bad but I don’t want to come home yet.”

She’d tell me what they’d done that day: made homemade raisin bread and chocolate chip cookies, rode four-wheelers and went swimming at the lake where she went down the biggest water slide she’d ever seen, played with puppies and jumped on the trampoline. As we’d wrap up the conversation I’d say, “Can I talk to Aubrey?”

“Aubrey, want to talk to Momma…” she’d whisper.

“No.” Aubrey would say, not even bothering to come to the phone.

Clicking onto Facebook the following day, my heart almost came out of my mouth when I saw my seven-year-old holding a timber rattlesnake bigger than she is. It was obviously, (hopefully) dead and people on the internet freaked the freak out. Emma’s arms are folded across her chest and she is scowling as I’m sure I would be if I was being forced to stand next to my sister whilst she handled a dead rattlesnake, but Aubrey was beaming.

Aubrey called me later that day. “Did you see that rattlesnake?”

“I did. I almost had a heart attack.”

“Yeah, I thought you might freak. It WASdead, you know?” Aubrey said.

“I had hoped.”

When we picked the girls up this weekend, they had a few more freckles from being in the sun. They were a little bit blonder and a little bit taller. Emma was a year older. They had a few more inside jokes— their bond a little deeper than just a week before. They were a little wilder and a little bolder and their Momma was a little braver.

Robin can be reached on Facebook at Robin’s Chicks and on Twitter @robinobryant. Check out Robin’s book, Ketchup Is A Vegeatable: And Other Lies Moms Tell Themselves, available at Amazon.

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Editorial Cartoon of the Day: May 24, 2012