Well, Thunder fans. We need to talk. The basketball season is in full swing, and the Thunder is missing one crucial element—my little Russie. Like eating a Quarter Pounder with cheese without a side of fries, I’m just not satisfied. I know that he’s convalescing and taking care of himself so he can come back and play some more, but sometimes I worry that maybe he forgot about all of us drunken yahoos in Loud City.
Well, I’ve done some research and figured out what he’s been up to when he hasn’t been playing basketball. And by research, I mean this is definitely what he has to be doing so don’t even fact check it because it’s right. Here are the ten things that Russell Westbrook is doing when he isn’t wearing a suit on the sidelines.
Happy Monday! Are you tired of hearing your office mates discuss their favorite Super Bowl commercials? Did you lose a ton of money in the office pool and you need to get your mind off of it? How about some tweets then? I’ve gathered up the best and carefully avoided pictures of yesterday’s snow. So, settle in and enjoy the very best of last week’s social media. The tweets are after the jump, as if I’d put them anywhere else!
Most women I know have pretty decent relationships with their moms. Sure, moms can be annoying when they’re nagging at you to be careful and to get enough sleep, or when they call you to ask you computer questions. But nothing beats a good day spent gossiping with mom while you get a mani-pedi. I know when I hang out with my mom, she tells some pretty sweet stories about going to high school with the Ogles and then gets drunk on half a white wine spritzer because she knows how to party.
And it could be argued that the relationship that a woman has with her mother is special. There’s a bond there that, no matter what happens in their relationship, can’t be broken. And that’s probably why mother-daughter teams make great criminals. According to NewsOK.com:
After that gorgeous weekend, there isn’t much to be happy about. It’s balls-out cold and you have five straight days of awful ahead of you in the form of a job. I’m not even going to pretend that I can cheer you up. Because I can’t. I can, however, bring you the tweets. But seriously, if you’re seeking emotional fulfillment from a blog, you probably need to talk to your doctor or something. Maybe get some of that lithium to help you out.
Anyway, tweets are after the jump.
What I know about art is pretty much limited to “live, laugh, love” bric-a-brac from Hobby Lobby. Seriously, if it doesn’t appear in a mass produced calendar, find its way into a dentist’s waiting room, or serve as the inspiration for a wine and palette event, I am probably not aware of it. This is not to say that Oklahoma isn’t home to some fine pieces of art. There are tons of local galleries and museums, as well as Derek Fisher’s shorts. (Seriously, that butt is priceless, y’all.)
The Fred Jones Jr. Museum of Art on OU’s campus houses some pretty impressive pieces. I don’t really know what they are, but I did have a class in the basement of that building my senior year, so I’m pretty much cultured. Recently the provenance of one such piece has been called into question. According to NewsOK.com:
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