Things have been absolutely crazy here at my house for the last couple of months. Between the excitement (and crazy hours) of starting Gear Diary and keeping up with contacts I’ve made over the years, I have also been doing two other things that are very near and dear to my heart – running my family’s ranch and being the co-Advisory Board Chairman for the Zeta Kappa Chapter of Sigma Kappa at Angelo State University.
I feel like veering wildly off topic and going into personal territory today, so if you came for gadget stuff – skip this entry and go on to the next. ![]()
But if you would like to get to know me better, then read on. The ranch will be a topic for another time, because today I am going to tell you a little bit about my experience with Sigma Kappa…

yep – that’s me on the right…wearing gargoyles! ![]()
I was a Pike (Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity) little sister during the fall semester of 1985, and while that was fun and flattering for a while - I soon tired of being eye candy at rush parties. I wanted to find a group of like-minded people who would enhance my college life, and so I started looking at other student organizations. This was the height of the mid 1980′s sorority “bow-head” era, and I was convinced that there was no place for me in that Stepford-Wives breeding ground.
But I still managed to keep an open mind when I was invited to a Sigma Kappa spring 1986 rush party. During an evening when I kept expecting to meet girls named “Muffy” or “Buffy” who had boyfriends named “Biff” and “Bud”, I instead met girls that cared about much more than just getting their MRS degree; what a pleasant surprise. ![]()
I had always been the type of girl that mainly had guy friends because I thought I related to them better; many of the girls I knew casually were “stupid”; these girls were anything but. They were goal-oriented, personable, friendly, and none of them treated me like a freak because I was more interested in car stereo components and sports cars than I was in designer bags (that interest would come later, believe me). ![]()
I was initiated that semester, and I went on to have some of the best times and some of the worst times of my life with those girls over the next few years. I did things I would otherwise have never tried, and I met people I would have otherwise never known. As a result, I have made life-long friends that I wouldn’t trade for the world.

I always was the tallest one in the group
When I was a collegiate, I admired and looked up to my chapter advisor, Debra Brown. She could put “the fear of God” into me with a certain look, and winning her approval was a major thing. She was always willing to listen when I needed a friend, and she was also the first one to tell me when I was “messing up”. I could trust her judgement, as she was one of the few “older” women I knew that I could talk to about anything. I realize now that she wasn’t that much older than me at the time – but the fact that she had already graduated, was married and had a young son made her seem so much more worldly.
In 1999 I was asked to come back and support the Zeta Kappa chapter as an advisor. I was more than happy to do it; it only seemed right that I give back to a group of girls that had had such a huge influence on my young adulthood.
So now my role as an advisor is to help these young women make their own smart choices that will enhance their college years and strengthen their growth into responsible and successful adults. I don’t tell them what to do, I can only advise them…big difference.
Sometimes they actually listen, and sometimes they don’t. Ah well, I was the same way. ![]()
No matter how aggravating it can sometimes be, and no matter that sometimes I want to just “quit” to enjoy more ME time, I can honestly say that one of the greatest joys of my adult life has been being a part of these young womens’ college experience.

However, it blows my mind that many of the girls I am advising now were not even born when I joined…
Sheesh.

