Saturday, May 27, 2006

Artificial Engagement

Artificial Engagement

I had to ask Kris to ask me to marry him today. Because I've been forced to move my solitaire from my right hand to my left in an effort to stave off advances.

Why do men think the way to get women is to tell them that they're hot?

Yesterday it was a dripping wet biker. He and his two buddies came in to dry off by our fire. As I took their order, he told me to come closer and he'll tell me what he wants. He wanted to know what I did when I wasn't working, and then what I did when I was sleeping. He wouldn't take the drinks I tried to hand him (they weren't sitting at a table) instead making nursing faces indicated that I should stand there and feed him. I got off work and took a shower.

Today it was a rather intoxicated Texan camper. He spent an hour talking about me, loudly, to the bartender and his fellow campers. Mmmmmhmmmmm. She sure is one FINE looking woman. Yep. I'm wearing the wrong suit today but I can get my sexy on. It's a good thing I'm single. Yep, I'm single, you're single (the ring switched hands at that point with my back turned). I'd like to call on ye-ew. What time d'you get off? Yessir, she is one FINE looking lady. You're one lucky bartender, get to look at that all day. MMHHHmmm. You off work yet so I can take you camping?.......

After eight hours of that, it's no wonder that no man can get my attention with a come-on. Here's a tip. Talk to me like a human and I'm way more likely to go out with you.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Stopsigns and CS Lewis

Stop signs and CS Lewis

The other day, I was in the car on the way to take Johanna to Bible Study. She mentioned that at her college was one of world's expert Lewis scholars. I ran a stop sign.

Monday, May 22, 2006

You know you're a 509-er when

Ok guys, I'm not normally a big fan of myspace bulletins, but this one is for all my former and current Yakima friends.


You've never met a celebrity.

Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor
on the highway.

"Vacation" means going to Seattle or Portland, or Spokane.

You measure distance in minutes.

You say "pop" instead of soda or soft drink.

You know several people who have hit a deer or a cow.

Your school classes were rarley cancelled because of cold.

You've ridden the school bus for an hour each way.

You've ever had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day.

You think ethanol makes your truck "run a lot better".

Stores don't have "bags"; they have "sacks".

You see a car running in the parking lot at the store with no one in it no
matter what time of the day or year it is.

You end your sentences with an unnecessary preposition. (i.e. "Where's mycoat at?" or "If you go to town I wanna go with.")

You know how to pronounce Wenatchee, Yakima, and Spokane.

You know Walla Walla, Washington is a REAL town, not just cartoon!

All the festivals are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, or animal.

You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.

You know what "cow tipping" and snipe hunting" is.

You only own 3 spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup.

You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.

Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.

You know how to put on snow chains.

You think that opening day of deer season is a national holiday.

You find 20 degrees F "a little chilly". And stop wearing a coat once the weather hits 40.

You know all 4 seasons: Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter, and Construction.

You know the City of Pullman is named after a railroad sleeping car.

You traveled through hours of wheat fields or farms to get to the next city.

You know the names of the Tri-Cities.

You actually know how to drive in the snow.

You have to drive clear across town just to get to the next bar.

You know all about the inmates breaking out of the prison- and are proud it happened so close to you.

You've driven 120 mph down Wenas Rd.

You can walk into a store, any store, and recognize most of the people there.

You were born here, grew up here, graduated from here, went to college here, and transfered to Central only to wind up.. back here.

There's more than 2 generations of your family living in this god-forsaken valley.

You know where there's a sign that reads "Yakima- the Palm Springs of Washington".

You understand why they call this place "Crackima" or "Yaki-Vegas".

You've ever looked at those damn hills and thought "don't those look like butt cheeks?"

You've gone four-bying up in the hills.

You won't drive "all the way across town" because it's too far.

You can't move to the lower valley because it's so far away no one would ever visit.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

In Memorium, Stacey Frederick

The absence of Friends

The Calzones are playing a gig this saturday. A benefit for the American Cancer Society as I understand it. At the Sports Center. We'll be opening with three other bands. I'm getting excited, especially after practice today.

I'm especially glad this is an ACS thing, because my friend Stacey passed away at 3am this morning of ovarian cancer. We will miss her a lot. Her Celebration of Life service will be soon. I wish I could go, but I'm glad I got to see her a few weeks ago.

Stacey was very brave. She was diagnosed three years ago while in an opera program on the East Coast. She flew back for surgery, and had a very painful recovery. Her mother passed away of the same disease only months after Stace's diagnosis. She went through several rounds of chemo, many painful surgeries, and through it all remained upbeat and cheerful, determined to live a normal life. A few weeks ago she performed in a Requiem. A week ago she went into surgery to improve her breathing (she had retained a lot of water and was having difficulties). I've heard that the doctor told her then that it would be anywhere from two days to two weeks. Thankfully, because of the surgery, she didn't have as difficult an end as she had to watch her mother endure. Her death was peaceful. Her family sent us all an email saying that she passed away peacefully, listening to classical music, while her family recited all the names of people who loved her.

And I have other updates, but somehow my little piddling details don't seem so important right now.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

A "whole nother" world

Sorry about the extended absences. Between not having internet at home, or a computer that works, and (finally) working five days a week, getting to a computer is a challenge. How I think I'm going to take online classes is a mystery. But I'll worry about that as it comes up.

On that note, I got formally accepted into that Masters of Theology program. As soon as I can come up with $500 (and I'm still filling out scholarship apps) I can take my first class.

Working in the mountains is a trip. It's a whole different breed of humans up there. They have a deep distrust of law inforcement from "The City" (ie Yakima). There's been the usual spring rash of break ins at the summer homes. The locals have their firearms ready, and woe to the unwitting thief who steps across an occupied threshold. And, "my wife shoots better'n I do." We're only a few weeks away from the influx of the "damn 206-ers." And the snow flurries have mostly stopped in the mornings. Everyone is out rock hunting, panning for gold, looking for mushrooms and fallen antlers, and atving the empty campgrounds. I hear there are some abandoned mines that are going to be getting some company by mineral hunters. And now that the snow has melted below the second story, the women are less stir crazy because they can see out their windows.

Like I said, a "whole nother" world.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Yesterday's Elopment

NO, I'm not getting married today!!!!

So Angela calls me at 2:30 monday morning to ask if I'd be willing to alter her wedding dress tomorrow. I said sure, but why. She's tired of planning an expensive wedding and is going to Cour D'Alene to elope. I was in Seattle.

I got up at o-dark-thirty tuesday morning, flew back to Yakima (conference calling with my sister as we mutually commuted). I threw on a black skirt and top, some makeup, and did my hair. Then Angela and I ran around doing last minute things like pinning up her hem, buying flowers for three bouquets and boutenires for the guys. We kidnapped her sister and friend from IKE, grabbed a veil from the Lighthouse on the way out of town, and were off.

Anothony (the best man) and I rode together, discussing the merits of the movie vs. book of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, as I hemmed altered a wedding dress and sewed pearl beads onto a veil, at 80 miles per hour.

We got to The Hitching Post with just enough time for John and Angela to walk across the street for their marriage license, then we threw Angela into her dress, did her hair, affixed the veil, put on her makeup, and they married! It was a beautiful wedding. In spite of, or perhaps especially because of, the impromptu nature of it all. Michelle and I in black dresses were bridesmaids, with bouquets of red tulips. Ange carried a dozen red roses. Anthony stood up with John, who looked great in his new black suit jacket. And Alex took the pictures.

We drove back to Yakima, making a brief stop in Spokane to see as many of the Dinner Theater team as I could at their last show of the season. Then we stopped in Moses Lake to see Matt and his new baby. Then we went home, dropped off the underage girls, and went to Jacksons for kareoke night, for an equally impromptu reception. Mandi played a first dance song for them, and the bar bought a round of drinks for us, and the bouquet was tossed, and the garter thrown.

I'm totally eloping.