Happy new year!

I'm not quite sure if it's the new job or the new house, but I'm optimistic that 2008 is going to be spectacular. I guess that's what's so great about a new year... the promise of a new start.... new challenges, new opportunities... the chance to put the bad stuff in the past and start anew.

I'm even ready to go back to work. Granted, I've only been back in Conway since Friday, but this being lazy and not having anything to do is really starting to be a little too convenient. It will be good to be back on a schedule and hopefully be more organized. And I only have 13 days left to work at UCA. Woo-hoo!

I've been cooking all afternoon to get ready for tomorrow. I'm going to some friends' house in Little Rock to watch the game and eat a New Year's meal. I made chicken and dumplings and Mexican cabbage (and will make cornbread in the morning) and they're doing black eyed peas and hog jowl and some other stuff.

Tonight Joe and I are going to the grand opening of Michaelangelo's. They're having heavy hors d'oeuvres and a live band. It's an invitation-only party, but thankfully I have friends in high places. Well, Joe does.

So it's about time to put on my party face and wash my hair for the first time in three days. Only a few hours 'til 2008.

Happy new year, everyone! Have a fun and safe evening.

Moving update

22 days 'til move
17 boxes packed

This afternoon I decided to clean out my closet. Granted, the new house has a huge walk-in closet, but let's face it, if I haven't worn something in the past 12 months, I should get rid of it, right? I always waffle on cleaning out my closet because I have a lot of nice, expensive things that are either too small or I just never wear. And although I hate to sell a $90 blazer for two bucks at a yard sale, it seems even dumber to move the thing and then let it hang in my closet for three more years before selling it for a dollar. Am I the only person who wears less than 20 percent of the clothes she owns?

In addition to cleaning out the closet, I packed several more boxes today. And watched football (the Cowboys sucked, BTW).

Happy birthday, Hope!

Today is Hope's fourth birthday... can you believe it? So happy, happy birthday to Sister.

Moving countdown begins

23 days 'til move
11 boxes packed
6 Christmas trees disassembled
2 arms scarred

Today marked the first big day of moving preparation. I managed to pack 11 boxes and take down all six Christmas trees. Actually, the big tree is not fully disassembled, but I did get huge whelps on both of my arms trying to pull apart the bottom two pieces (I'm allergic to trees for some reason... even the fake ones) since I didn't think to put on a long-sleeved shirt.

When did I get all of this stuff? I've got five boxes of books just from my bedroom. At this rate I'll need a much bigger trash can.

Home SWEET Home

Ashley and I headed to Siloam yesterday morning to look for a new casa. After a brief foray into a scary neighborhood, we found a really great house on our third stop. It's brand new... there aren't even door knobs yet. So I'll sign a 12-month lease with option to buy. And the weird part is that it's in Patriot Park subdivision, where the first street is Freedom Drive (the name of the street where I live now). The new house is actually on Courage Street, but still... isn't that a weird coincidence?



I absolutely love the new place... 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms (the master has a garden tub), huge walk-in closet in the master bath, 2-car garage, beautiful fixtures and cabinetry, and the living room is huge with tall ceilings and has a fireplace and mantle. The yard needs some curb appeal, but it's a great place. I can't wait to move!

Tomorrow I'll start packing boxes. I can't believe I have to do that again.

By the way, I drove home from the Fort this morning, and Amanda thought it would be cute to have Isaac call me and say, in his sweet two-year-old voice, "I miss you. Please come back." I nearly started crying!

Holiday Recap

Today's the first day that I've felt any respite from the hustle and bustle of the holidays. It's been crazy since I got here, but I've finally caught my breath and have the opportunity to update you all on the exciting happenings in my life.

On Saturday, I met Ashley for lunch at Rolando's, then I went down to spend the evening in Hartford at Memaw and Pepaw's house. Since the Cowboys game was on NFL network, we went up to Woo and Amanda's to watch. Then we came back to Memaw's where 8 of us spent the night. I slept on the couch.

On Sunday morning, Kathy and I started cooking for the Plunkett fiesta. We made enchiladas, tacos, creamy taco, guacamole, pico de gallo, and cheese dip. My mom's family came down for lunch, then we had a rousing game of Dirty Santa (I got a mani/pedi set).

Here's Hewey, Dewie and Louie playing football with Chance in the mud.



And this is Taylor and me at the party.



Hope and MaKenzie, my cousin Carrie's little girl, got new purses from Granny Eck.



On Sunday evening, I stayed at my brother's house with the kids, where Chance, Taylor and I enjoyed a wild night of RockBand. Then I slept on the bottom bunk with Hope, who talked incessantly.

On Monday (Christmas Eve), we opened presents at Brad's early that morning, then went to Dad and Vickie's for brunch and more present opening. After that I ventured back to Fort Smith to my grandmother's for a nap prior to attending the candlelight service at church. Then I went to my aunt and uncle's house for German food. And I spent the night on my grandmother's couch.

Chance put the bow from his sister's present on his head.



I got Taylor a Romo jersey.



Hope got care bears from Grandpa and "Mickie."



On Tuesday (Christmas Day), I stopped at Vance and Sorne's to see what the boys got from Santa, then I picked up Taylor, Chance and Hope and we went to Memaw and Pepaw's to eat fish with the Hester brood. After dropping them off and coming back to the Gregory's for a nap, Amanda and I went to the movies.

Today (Wednesday) I slept in 'til after 10 a.m., then Vance cooked breakfast. Sorne and I went for coffee, then I took a nap. Tonight I met John and Tricia at Chili's for dinner.

Tomorrow (Thursday) Ashley and I are headed to Siloam Springs. I'm meeting with a realtor to find a place to live, then I'm having dinner tomorrow night with my dad, stepmom, brother, his GF, and my grandmother. Guess I'll head back to C-way on Friday to start packing.

And for those of you who are curious, my friends and family were generous this year. I got a beautiful bowl for my new office, a fabulous leopard throw, a cute coffee mug, and gift cards to Starbucks, Williams Sonoma, Best Buy, and Ann Taylor. Pretty cool, huh?

Merry Christmas!

Wow... can't believe it's finally Christmas Day. To steal Jen's schtick, it seems like this has been the holiday that never ended. I'm currently sleeping in my fourth bed in as many nights. Correction: this is only the second bed I've slept on; I've been on two couches and the bottom bunk with my niece the other three nights. Tonight I'm on a trundle bed and sleeping alone. And I have Internet service for the first time in four days.

I've decided the nomadic life just doesn't suit me. I'm living out of the back of my car. And when you're constantly packing and unpacking, you're bound to leave a few things at other places. Sunday I left my shampoo at my aunt's house, which wouldn't be a big deal if I were showering at anyone's house except my grandmother's, who hasn't washed her own hair since the 40s. So she had to go next door to a neighbor's apartment in her retirement village to borrow some. And while I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, the commandeered shampoo was meant to make your silver hair shinier, and I spend a lot of time and money to make my silver go away. There was also no conditioner, so imagine how flyaway my hair was for church last night. But at least my gray hair looked better than usual.

Tonight Amanda and I went to see "P.S. I Love You." It lasted about two and a half hours, and I cried for about two hours of that. It was a good flick (Gerard Butler, Harry Connick Jr and Jeffrey Dean Morgan... yummy x 3), but Hilary Swank just wasn't meant to do romantic comedies. She's a great actress, but it's weird to see her cry. I kept expecting her to shave her head or break out the boxing gloves.

It's been a great holiday and I've really enjoyed catching up with family and friends. More tomorrow (including pics) about Christmas.

BTW, a friend of mine has a son who asked her the other day why we always had to talk about Jesus at Christmastime. And it made me think about how crazy everything gets this time of year, and how often we forget why we celebrate the season. What a blessing God gave us more than 2,000 years ago when He sent His son to be born in a manger. To live a perfect life and to die on a cross so that we might have salvation. May we never forget His perfect gift.

Happy birthday, Jesus. Let us honor you not only this day, but all year through.

xoxo,
Lori

Up on the housetop reindeer paws

While I remain happily child free, Christmas Eve always makes me long for a kid to share the Santa experience with. Luckily I have friends and family who include me in their Santa experience, therefore ruining my Kodak moment and turning it into lost sleep and toy lugging.

My vacation started yesterday, so I spent most of the day laying around like a slug. Then I got ready and headed to Central Arkansas for the evening's festivities. I fought with the traffic in west Little Rock to pick up a few gifts, but after circling the Barnes and Noble parking lot 14 times before finding a parking spot a mile away, I was pretty much void of holiday spirit.

Last night I went to eat at Sonny Williams Steak Room with my friends Brent and Dave. I gotta say, it was the best steak I've ever eaten, but for the $73 tab (just my part), it certainly should have been.

After dinner and a stop at Williams Sonoma and Pottery Barn, I headed to Maumelle to assist with Hester Christmas. See, Santa knew that the boys were not going to be home on Christmas morning, so he was kind enough to agree to visit their house four days early.

Before putting the boys to bed, Lonnie read the Christmas passage to them. Peyton calls it the "Baby Jesus" story.



The fun thing about the Christmas story is the great questions it brings. "What's a manger?" "What does census mean?" and, my personal favorite and question that makes me so thankful that I don't have kids, "What's a virgin?" Oops!

Just after 10 p.m. all three boys went to bed in the same room (since Jen kicked Brady out of his bed to give it to me). Sweet Brady not only left Santa cookies and chocolate milk, he straightened up the living room for Santa. Then he spent at least 30 minutes begging his brothers to be quiet so that Santa wouldn't pass their house.

At nearly 11 p.m., Santa's little helpers began their preparations. Carrying presents down from the attic. Putting up a tee-pee (Jen's job). And putting up Fat Heads in the boys' rooms while they were sleeping nearby. There's nothing like watching your cousin smooth out Peyton Manning's head while balancing on a train table with only the faint closet light to guide him.



Brady woke up about 6:30 a.m. (that makes five hours' sleep, for those of you keeping count) to exclaim excitedly that Santa had been there. He was so thrilled that Santa left him a huge Razorback helmet on his bedroom wall. Peyton, on the other hand, saw the monster truck by his stuff and said, "I didn't want that. Somebody tell Santa that I don't want that."



Santa brought Lonnie a new set of golf clubs. Hopefully they'll improve his game quite a bit.



Here's the damage after all the presents were opened.



After opening presents, Jennifer made a yummy breakfast for all of us. The boys were, of course, too excited to eat. And I made a haul, including a Williams Sonoma gift card, which will be used to purchase a new saute pan. Another thing off of my Christmas list! That, and Lonnie gave me last week's Sporting News, which has Tom Brady on the cover.



Happy holidays! I'm leaving tomorrow morning to head "home" for a few days. Then it's back to C-way to start packing to move. Jen has some great pics on her site if you're interested (including some of Lonnie the dork in a wrestling mask).

HUGE news!

Well I guess it's a bit anticlimactic now, but I got the job. So I'm moving to Siloam Springs in a month. I'm very excited but dread packing. Ick!

Yoko Simpson?!?

T.O. to Jess... no more romo-ance.

Things to do before I'm 40...

Today, while talking to the 13th and hopefully final person to interview me for the new job, I had an epiphany (I figured out this afternoon that, during the last 12 days, I've talked to 13 people in 9 separate interviews... Senate confirmation hearings are less tedious for Presidential cabinet members). I was asked, "Where do you see yourself in five years?" While a common job interview question, I realized that in five years, I'll be 40.

Wow. Can of worms opened. I mean, this new job is probably my "dream job" for now (unless the positions of marketing director for the Dallas Cowboys or Mrs. Tom Brady are open). So that's checked off my list. But personally? What do I want to do in the next five years?

In the past couple of years I've been lucky enough to check several things off my life list... Hawaii (twice), San Francisco and Napa, Bon Jovi and Jimmy Buffett concerts, moved to a new place, paid off a vehicle... so it's time to make a new list.

So here goes. Things to do before I'm 40:
1. Travel to Italy.
2. Buy a house.
3. Run a 5K (yes... this was on the NY Resolution list... didn't happen).
4. Travel to New York.
5. Learn a foreign language (at least enough to hold a simple conversation).
6. Be in a meaningful and healthy romantic relationship.
7. Develop a more meaningful and more intimate relationship with God.
8. Take a gourmet cooking class.
9. Let go of some old hurts.
10. Start on my PhD... well, maybe.

Wow... I'm closer to 40 than 30. And 30 came out of nowhere. Must get started!

P.S. Still no word on the job. I'll keep you posted!

Good news or bad news?!?

So today I get an e-mail from my potential boss. With a proposed salary for the new job. But I haven't been offered the job. What does that mean?!?

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...

It's one week 'til Christmas, and I'm almost done shopping. Tonight I ate dinner, then proceeded to wrap some gifts. The pink bows are for Hope. The red bows are for Taylor. And the green bows are for Chance, Huey, Dewie and Louie. The red box is for you, Jen (and the wrapping is much more exciting than what's inside, unfortunately). Happy holidays!

Everytime a bell rings....

A world without Tom Brady? Unimaginable! Check out "If athletes were Christmas characters" to see the Brady vs. George Bailey comparison. Oh, and since we're discussing the future league MVP, anniversary wishes go out to him and Giselle, otherwise known as BradyBundch. Or, as I call her, the world's luckiest lady.

Merry Christmas!

When I went to the mailbox today, I got a couple of Christmas cards, including a precious one from Huey, Dewie, and Louie. Amazing how cute and sweet they are in 2-D.

Merry Christmas from me and my surrogate children!

Weekend recap

Well I'm back from my weekend of marathon interviews, kitchen slavery, and hours in the car. On Friday I spent 9 a.m. until nearly 5 p.m. in continuous interviews. It was exhausting, I nearly lost my voice, and even I finally tired of hearing myself talk. I think things went as well as they could have (thanks for all your prayers!). They're interviewing at least one other person this week, so I probably won't know anything until later in the week, or even after the holidays.

I arrived in Mountain Home around 7:30, and Joe and I spent the evening dipping cherries in chocolate and making a savory cheesecake. Then we got up at 7:30 yesterday morning and started getting ready for the party. Estella and Chris' house looked beautiful, the food was amazing, and about 75 people came and went in a five-hour time span. Joe and I spent that time washing dishes, refilling food, and running around like crazy people. Estella served Italian chicken vegetable soup, a pumpkin curry (which sounds icky, but was really very good), and a creamed cauliflower soup. We also had chicken salad, cheese ball, and Godiva-chocolate-covered pretzels.

We slept in this morning, then Estella made a yummy breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I got back to C-way around 2:30 (just over two hours, can you believe it?), took a nap, and have been laying around like a slug since.

Here are some pics from this weekend.

Spinach, pickles, wine and peaches

I'm happily ensconced in my (very nice) hotel in Siloam Springs. My dad guessed my trip time to be about five hours. I said less than three. Took two hours and 45 minutes, including a Taco Bell stop in Alma. It was a boring trip, but thankfully my pal Brent talked to me for about 45 minutes, and I made a couple of new CDs today to listen to.

And after leaving my town, known for Toad Suck park, I realized that I'd traveled through the pickle, peach, wine and spinach capitols of Arkansas in just over an hour.

I start interviews at 9 a.m. tomorrow and end around 4 p.m. What a marathon! But they're continuing to impress me with their hospitality. My room is so very nice... the bed is yummy... and someone from the university called to welcome me to Siloam. Nice touch.

And since I'm such a big dork, here are a few pics of the hotel room. Including that amazing bed.



The bathroom



And the LOVELY view

Deck the halls

Last night I hosted the office Christmas party, and since my house is a rare blend of clean and festive, I decided to take a few pics. I'm just thrilled that someone besides me and UCM saw all the Christmas trees.

Here's a question... do you have to be fat to be jolly? Has anyone seen a happy skinny person? Maybe that's why Posh Spice is always scowling... it's a Christmas thing.

So don we now our gay apparel. I'm packing for my big trip to Siloam/Rogers/Mountain Home tomorrow.

Here's the living room tree



The other living room tree



The tree in the guest bathroom



Guest bedroom tree



Gone With the Wind tree in my bedroom



So Fa La x 8.

I will, but...

Well if the 24 text messages I got last night are any indication, Bobby Petrino's acceptance of the Arkansas job is quite big news. I, for one, found the whole thing a bit anticlimactic after six other coaches turned down the Hogs. And I'm sure that Jeff Long is happily wiping the egg off his face.

I've been a bit surprised by the polarizing comments from the media and fans about Petrino's quick exit from the Falcons helm, with one fan proclaiming, "Petrino makes Saban look classy." Ouch. Granted, if I were a Falcons fan, I'd find it upsetting that ol' Bobby bailed with three games to go (and a 3-10 record), but let's face it, due to the dogfighting debacle, Petrino's first season in Atlanta certainly wasn't all it was supposed to be.

Let's be real. The days of employee loyalty are gone, replaced by a search for greener pastures and a "what have you done for me lately" mentality. In my parents' generation, people worked for the same company for 40 years. With my generation and those younger than I (which is more and more people all the time), we're always looking for a higher salary, a better opportunity, a chance to advance. Perhaps that's because we were raised to think the world revolves around us. And sadly, most of the time it does.

Mike Greenberg pointed out this morning that Petrino has signed three contracts (totaling 20 years) in the past 18 months, proving that contracts are seldom worth the paper they're written on. Now, not only is a man's word no longer ironclad, but it appears that not even a notary seal binds you to your committments.

I'm curious to see if Petrino's ethics are questioned by the parents of prospective players, as many sports writers have recently suggested. More likely, said parents will be dazzled by the promise of glory he brings to the program because sadly, at the end of the day, a winning coach can get away with questionable integrity. And victory covers all sin.

Soup's on!

I am domestic goddess. I spent four hours tonight cooking... taco soup, HOMEMADE chicken and dumplings, chocolate chip cookies, no bake cookies, and oreo balls. Do you realize how hard it is to make dumplings from scratch? Mix the dough, roll the dough, pound the dough, roll the dough, cut the dough... but boy, are they yummy (if I do say so myself).

I also managed to get most of the house clean although I left Cecil's favorite part, the evil vacuum cleaner, 'til tomorrow. I'm having the whole office over tomorrow night for soup after work, and I just have a few things left to do in the kitchen after I leave work early.

And my Wednesday interview has been changed to a Friday interview, which is most inconvenient, but will have to work. Seriously, it's so very strange that they're paying my travel expenses to go up there and interview... hotel, meals, mileage, etc. Can you believe it? That's never happened to me in my life. So that means I'll be in Siloam on Thursday night and Mountain Home on Friday and Saturday nights... I will have circled the northwest quarter of the state in 72 hours.

I visited with Lonnie a bit tonight. He and Jen are continuing her tour of radiology residencies and his tour of football stadiums in the southwestern U.S. They're headed home from Big D and will voyage to KC this weekend.

Well I'm pooped. This woman stuff makes me tired.

Some good news

While I realize that Thanksgiving was a couple of weeks ago, I'm feeling especially grateful as of late. And it's not just because I only have to work 60 more hours before 12 straight days of vacation, but because I'm feeling really blessed by all the amazing people in my life.

On Wednesday, I'm headed to NWA for a second interview. And while there's a distinct possibility I may not get the job, I've just been astounded by all of the people who were willing to support me. From Susan and Ashley, who started this whole process, to my ol' pal Matty, who said really nice things about me to my potential boss (and I didn't even prompt him to do so), to my former Sunday School teacher, who e-mailed a friend who also knows the potential boss, I am honored that so many awesome people have championed my career.

Other reasons to be happy... the Pats won big (bet the Steelers' Smith is wishing he'd kept his mouth shut) and the 'Boys pulled out a great win in Detroit (which I didn't see because I turned it off at the 2:00 warning).

Here's hoping it's a fantastic week!

Strike a pose

Well Heisman mania has finally ended with Florida's Tebow hoisting the 25-pound trophy after an hour of sappy stories and an expected ending. And although I really wanted McFadden to win (and he got 31% of the vote, the highest ever for a second-place finish), after watching Tim Tebow tonight, I'm his new biggest fan. What a humble, gracious guy. He seems to be the kid that every parent wants their son to become.

And the SEC finished 1 and 2. Not too shabby. And I'm certain that D-Mac will be making some major bucks this time next year.

The BIGGER news...

Everyone remember Moving Ashley (not to be confused with Pageant Ashleigh)? She got some big news today. She went for her ultrasound to find out if she and Larry were having a boy or a girl... turns out they're having both... TWINS! I'm so thrilled for them. 20 fingers, 20 toes, two car seats, twice as many diapers....

The BIG news...

Well the job interview is over. Everything went well. And since you know it was for a position in NWA, I guess I can come clean.

I am the new head football coach at the University of Arkansas. Well, maybe. They offered it to me, but right now I'm leveraging it into a pay increase in my current position. It's not insulting to be the sixth choice, is it?

Anyone want to interview to be an assistant?

Be careful what you wish for...

Boy, when I made my list for Santa this week, I had no idea how prophetic it might be. But I've learned three things in the past three days: (1) never underestimate the folks who read your blog and their ability to make your wishes come true; (2) God's timing is seldom the same as mine; and (3) be careful what you wish for because, as Chris Daughtry would say, you just might get it all and then some you don't want.

Most of you know the professional purgatory I've been floundering in for the past couple of months. Days on end of feeling unchallenged and underutilized. But with so many people hating their jobs, I feel guilty for feeling apathetic about mine. I don't love it, but I don't hate it. It's not great, but it could be worse. I just feel blah. Like vanilla ice cream... it's pleasant, but once you've tasted a chocolate sundae, you seldom crave plain ol' vanilla ice cream anymore.

Tomorrow, thanks to my pals Ashley and Susan, I'm having coffee to discuss a new job. In northwest Arkansas. And right now I'm freaking out because the timing seems particularly atrocious... my boss will freak out, I just moved nine months ago and have three more on my lease, my friends placed a two-year moratorium on moving me again, I'm supposed to start my PhD in the fall, and... so many other reasons why it shouldn't work out. But just one reason why it should... it just feels right. I've been praying for career guidance, and this job description seems to be written for me.

Honestly, I just want to go where God leads, even if it means packing up boxes again (ugh). So please pray that I'll have clear guidance... either "go (north)west young woman" or "do not pass go, do not collect $200." I know the Lord does indeed know the plans He has for me, but sometimes I wish He'd be a little more forthcoming with the plans, don't you?

Sibling rivalry

Anyone remember Eli Manning's scowl as he put the Chargers hat on during the draft a few years ago? Some say his recent run of bad luck is just bad karma. Others contend he'll never be Peyton. And a few amused folks, myself included, chuckle everytime a Eco-Citizen "Unstoppable" Eli Manning commercial comes on. Irony... look it up.

Check out John Rolfe's column "Manning Missives" to see how the masses feel about the young Manning's miscues.

Let the Cowboys fans rejoice...

For my family...

Announcing the first annual "Plunkett Bowl..." on 12/23/07. Flag football. Bring your tennis shoes and your A-game. You're going down, Lonnie and Brad...

Lori's Christmas List

Only 20 more days 'til Christmas, so here's my list for Santa:

• Tom Brady in a big, red bow (and nothing else!)
• Tickets to Super Bowl XLIII, where the Cowboys play the Pats
• A private Bon Jovi concert, where Jon sings my favorite song to me, "Bed of Roses" (it has that great line... "tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely")
• A red Hermes Birkin bag
• One week with no news from Britney, Lindsey, or Angelina
• A trip to Italy with someone tall, dark and handsome
• Lasik eye surgery
• Liposuction
• A good coach for the Hogs
• A 42" flat screen TV for the living room
• A facial (never had one!)
• Season 3 of "The Office" on DVD
• Sirius satellite radio
• "Sixteen Candles" on DVD
• Saute pan from Williams Sonoma
• A really amazing new job in 2008

I've been really good this year!

Lessons from Branson

As someone committed to education, I try to learn something new everyday. This is what I've learned today...

1. The average age in Branson is 72.
2. Looking at Christmas lights is no longer cheap entertainment... it's now quite a racket.
3. Any Branson show, regardless of genre, will include corny jokes, a patriotic medley, and a singer flirting with an old lady.
4. I will always be seated next to the fattest woman/man in the theatre, who will always hog the armrest.
5. Memaw will never fail to embarrass me by trying to get her cheap thrills by finding free stuff (tonight she forced me to go into Bath & Body Works so that she could use three coupons for free lotion.... they were not original coupons and there was a limit of one per customer... her response was to point to each of us and insist that we are indeed three separate people... I was cowering behind a display at that point).
6. Although the population of Branson is less than 10,000, there are more than half a million who try to drive down Hwy 76 at any given moment, most of whom are trying to turn left.
7. Granny really, really likes apple butter.
8. The average wait time in Branson restaurants is 45 minutes.
9. Lonnie and Jennifer are cookie thieves.
10. Hell must have frozen over, because I'm rooting for OU to win a football game.

MISSING

Memaw's chocolate chip cookies
Last seen in a black Chevrolet Silverado on 11/25/07
Did not reach Conway destination

Reward if found

Suspects are not armed, but may be dangerous.

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