Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Hawaii Day 1. Or Alternately Titled: Jack Daniels, Hot towels, and Lobster bisque

Hawaii. Lets talk about it. So if you have ever stood within a ten yard radius of me, you probably know that I got to go to Hawaii with Tyler this past week. It was amazing!! I have never traveled first class like that before, and now I know why people do. . . 
DAY 1
Arrived at the airport promptly at 8:30 for our 10:30 flight. I have chosen a very light cotton red polka dotted dress for the trip thinking that I wanted something comfortable and stretchy for the 6 hour flight. And what the heck, I’m on vacation, so Im gonna wear my black 4 inch wedges with it. A very cute and only slightly impractical outfit. However I have been rather ignorant to the fact that I will soon be lugging two 30 lb suitcases, a computer bag, and my largest purse (to hold all the magazines and puzzle books for the plane ride) with me. Heels... hmm... not the best choice. (especially since they broke 30 minutes later at the airport... but I digress) We get to the airport and as soon as I step out of the car and have both suitcases in hand, a gust of wind blows right up my legs. Up flies my light cotton dress infront of a line of people outside.   A bit of a rough start to the trip for me. 
 Upgrade to first class tickets. This means we don’t have to wait in practically ANY line. After moonwalking past all the people that have to wait in the normal security check we don’t have long before we’re chilling in huge comfy chairs with a glass of champagne watching everybody else file past us in to their coach seats. 
“oh hey oversized guy with a raging cold; move it on back” 
“A baby. How cute! When your ears start poppin at 20,000 feet your cries are going to be 50 rows behind me.”

“Oh hello small child that is going to be loud and obnoxious the whole flight. You and your power rangers lunch box can get to steppin”
“ahh. This is the life. The other half really have it made. . . Yes I would like another mai tai please. And my own personal media player? Awesome. . ooooo. . I can watch Dexter on here...”
Skip to an hour into the flight.
Half way through watching the golden compass, a stewardess brings me a lunch menu. I look over at Tyler (Who is watching Tom and Jerry cartoons on his player I might add. Lol) to express my surprise at the menu selections. Our choices include Mahi mahi, lobster bisque, zuchini cakes, seared pork, and some other ridiculously decadent entree. And we get to choose three of them. NOTHING goes better with jack and coke than lobster bisque. Fact. Now eating the lobster bisque during turbulence was a little harder than I thought it would. (That’s what the hot towels were for I am almost positive). Three hours later we were landing. An hour later after our scenic tarmac cruise we were disembarking from the airplane. We had a list of things to do, and only 12 hours left in our 27 hours day to accomplish them. 
  1. Go get our rental car. A blue mustang convertible
  2. Find an ABC store. Buy alcohol, soda, and super glue (my shoe was still broken)
  3. Go to the beach. Swim a little. Watch a wedding
  4. Drink jack and cokes and play cards on our balcony that overlooks the ocean. 
  5. Eventually go get something to eat at the tropics bar and grill right next to our hotel. 
  6. Look forward to the next day in paradise. 
Mission accomplished. minus the superglue. My shoe still remains broken to this day. 
Day One overview
Most fun part of the day:  playing cards on the balcony in the evening over drinks. It was super relaxing. (even though I got my ass whooped at kings in the corner)
Least fun part of the day: worrying about dress going rogue everytime I stepped outside. 
Alcohol level: able to walk without assistance in tall heels over uneven terrain. Successful buzz.

Number of people who asked us if we were on our honeymoon:  nobody yet. lol. but we mostly kept to ourselves.

Monday, August 8, 2011

10 important things I've learned this summer

1.  Sometimes you should just listen to your drunk friends and hang out with the random guys they met on the side of the road. *

2. Changing your oil every 3000 miles is less of just a "friendly suggestion" and more of a "needed maintenance"

3.  It's good to have great friends. Sometimes they cook for you, or buy you a beer, and sometimes they invite you to join them in a free trip to Hawaii.

4. Oregon only has 3 seasons: Winter, Second Winter, and construction.

5. Having acrylic nails is easy way to get out of doing a lot of things. like opening soda cans, playing a musical instrument, putting on your own jewelry, applying makeup symmetrically to both eyes, simple surgical procedures, and any other precision activity that requires the use of your fingertips.

6. CNA work sucks. I can either get paid 9.50 an hour to wipe butts or triple that to sling pasta? hmmmm. . . one leads to a future, one leads to a fat ass from everyday pasta scarfing. its an ongoing battle.

7. The sounds of childbirth are terrifying.

8.  After tallying up that I have spent over $1600 on other people's events this summer (baby showers, weddings, bachelorette parties, bridal showers, and bar mitzvahs) I learned that it's okay to say no. No. I don't think I can make it, I plan on asphyxiating myself with glitter that day**.

9. Women that wear heels everyday are either crazy or lazy. or Asian. And sometimes a combo package.

10. Buying bachelorette gifts online will save you a lot of embarrassment and having to murmur the phrase "it's not for me".


* disclaimer. I am not an idiot, but when I saw what they looked like the next day in the daylight I was pretty upset.

**Copyright: Cas Anderson on most exciting way to kill yourself

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Public Bathrooms and why I hate them

Written September 2009
Published July 2011


Never again. Public bathrooms have made it obvious that they don't want me in there. I don't like them, they don't like me. Please allow me to explain why given last Tuesday's events. 

So I jet in there past the woman changing her baby, and the stall that has a small child on all fours poking his head out from under the door. and having just enough time to be grossed out that somebody is letting their child play on the bathroom floor, I reach an empty stall. . only to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, by this point I'm committed. The dispenser for the santa covers is handy, but empty. I would hang my purse on the door hook, if there was one, but in place of a hook is a pleasant 2 inch wide hole. . . Like my toilet is so exclusive I have to screen the next occupant via the convenient peep hole. . .


"Answer me these questions 3. . . "


"Speak friend and enter.."


"If you've got me you want to share me. If you share me you haven't got me. What am I?"


(I had a lot more of those. But I digress)

Of course setting my fancy purse on the bathroom floor is no pinche bueno. So in lieu of hanging it from the designated purse holder, I just drape it around my neck. And I am woman so I can't have a little wallet purse. Oh no, I gotta have that huge fuck-off bag from mary poppins that has lamps and chandeliers and . . .I dunno. . bricks apparently. 

 I'd love to sit down, but I certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so I hold the squat not realizing what a work out squatting my ten pound bag in heels is. To take my mind off my aching neck, I reach for what I discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.  all I can think is "I bet the janitor that works here thinks he's hilarious. . . yuck it up you custodial bastard"   I don't have a whole lot of time to be upset before someone pushes my door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits me square in the face which is no good for a few reasons.
1- I just got slamdanced in the face with a metal door. Um.  ouch.
2- people gotta leave the stall to wash their hands, hence all those wonderful germs I've been avoiding putting on my ass are now on my face.
3-in a fluster to not expose my reproductive system to the other lovely bathroom occupants (which seems to be the entire Portland metro population) I lost my footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. Which is wet of course. I bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. My bare skin has made direct contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because I never laid down toilet paper-not that there was any, even if I had taken time to try.

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet thinks it time to flush. And I get the one confused toilet that thinks it's a bidet, propelling a stream of tainted water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that shoots out and hits me.
At this point, I give up there's nothing left to wipe with but the last tiny bits of toilet paper left on the rounder. And I'm way too embarrassed to ask the stall next to me to spare a square seeing as how she probably thinks I'm insane based on all the noises and random cursing coming from my side of the wall. Wash my hands (and face) and I'm out.  Well played public bathroom. you win this round. 

Friday, July 8, 2011

The Story of your Birth. As Remembered by Aunt April.

It was fourth of July weekend 2011. I was out camping with your Uncle Ty and his family at their annual camping trip in Sunriver.  It had been a lot of fun so far. I had just won a horseshoe tournament.  Your mommy and daddy decided they wanted to come out too. They were thinking it would be the last camping trip they would have until you both were old enough to go with them. And boy were they right. After floating the river on Sunday afternoon. (where your mommy looked awesome stuck in an intertube) we settled down for dinner, played some campfire games and went to bed. Early the next morning, mommy had to go the bathroom, but when she got up she noticed her pants were wet. Now, Mommy had been housebroken for quite some time, so that really could only mean one thing: you guys wanted out.
As calmly as she could, Mommy told your daddy that he needed to wake up. 
"Adam, I need to you to wake up and listen"
"hmmmmm?"
"I think my water just broke"

Now this information was quite a shock to Daddy. He was not expecting your arrival for another month at least. 

"You're shittin me!!!"

Before Daddy really thought about what he was doing he was copin a feel to confirm what he had just heard

"ew"
"I told you."
"Im gonna go get Debbie"

Now your Daddy will say he was calm as a cucumber going through the camp trying to get things ready and telling people, but it was really a lot like this.




And a little summa this:





 Just kidding with that last one. Your dad wishes he has that kind of rhythm, but it was intense none the less. So daddy drove mommy to the hospital, and by the time they got there everybody daddy had ever met knew that you guys were on your way into the world.
     14 hours and no babies later the doctor told all of us patient visitors to go home, you both were content with where you were for the night. So Aunt Lily, Ella, Tyler, me, and Nana Debbie all went back to our hotels for the night. Little did I know you two were in cahoots to play a big practical joke on us all. I got a text from your dad 30 minutes after we left while I was in the shower.

"911 go time!!!!! We're going back to OR, came in the last five minutes"

"Not funny"

"Dead serious. No lie"

And this is when your Aunt April fell out of the shower and almost hit her head on a toilet. It's a good thing we were on our way to the hospital anyways.  Nana and I made it just in time to push our faces up against a 1 by 1 ft glass window to see Brynn  for the first time. and Tyler was shortly after. I will never forget the grin on your daddy's face as he walked by and gave a double thumbs up to us onlookers.

And that's the story of your birth.

There now for some advice

Brynn,
Always dress appropriately for your age. Nothing is more sad than seeing a 12 year old who thinks she 25.  or vice versa.

Don't be one of those girls who is obsessed with any of the following things: horses, cats. softball, or church camp. They always turn out weird. I don't know why, but its a proven fact.

If that hair on your shoulders doesn't fall off like everybody says it will you can always count on your Aunt April for a razor and to keep a secret.

Always remember that your brother has been a gentleman from the very beginning. He let you go first. Brothers are protectors. He wont like your first boyfriend. or your second. or your sixth. It's okay to give him a hard time for it, but appreciate that he cares.


Tyler,
pranking your parents is hilarious. always. just don't get caught.


I know its a stage every little boy goes through, but try not to be one of those toddlers that cant help but play with themselves 24/7.  It won't fall off if you let it go, I promise.

pranking your Aunt is never funny. ever.

I don't care what you choose for your major in college, but don't be a duck

Cherish your sister. It might be hard sometimes (she is going to be stubborn. I can tell).  but you only have 1.


I love you both. 



Thursday, July 7, 2011

Viral Video Week

This was the posting for the last week of june, but I never got around to posting it until now. I absolutely love lol cats and walk in the wild side (which is a show on BBC).

Enjoy viral video week.



















Wednesday, July 6, 2011

April Gets Taught a Lesson in Sportsmanship (Or Alternately Titled) Cameron’s Big Mistake










Ah, yes. The sun is shining, the breeze is barley whispering through the high dessert that is Central Oregon. I find myself somewhere I haven’t had the pleasure of  going for the past 3 years: The Inman Family camping trip in Sunriver over the fourth of July. The setting is just right for me to make a fool out of myself. Here’s a quick hierarchy I threw together to explain the people I hang out with the most.
Bill----------------------------------Debbie
                ______|__________________
             |                                               |
Steve---------Rachel Tyler
_______|____________
|             |            |        |
Jacey     Macey    Zac   Cameron
Ignore misspelled names there. I am not so hot with the spellin. And ignore the poor formatting. It’s the best I could do. And ignore the fact the I left out a lot of people. Infact you should probably just ignore the whole thing. The only person that needed explaining was Cameron: Tyler’s nephew. Every year on this camping trip there is a Horseshoe tournament for grandchildren and their grandparents. Of course anybody can really play as the grandparent if a child asks them, because there is usually a shortage of grandparents to go around for all the grandchildren.  Now, who has two thumbs and can’t throw a decent shoe if her life depended on it: this girl. Who is a sixth grade boy and doesn’t care if I suck or not he just wants a girl who isn’t his grandma on his team: Cameron.  Of course when he asked me I had to think about it....
“Family bonding and whatnot aside, horseshoes is such a dumb game when you think about it. Who’s idea was it to throw 2 lbs of oddly shaped iron 45 feet  across a lawn in an attempt not only to have it land in a 3 by 3 ft clay pit but also get it around a 18 inch post sticking out of it’s center?  Do you have any idea how much those things bounce on the cement when you don’t make them in the pit?!? I do! And it’s a lot. On top of that the child that I am playing against and my 11 year old partner are standing on the opposite side of the pit directly were my rogue shoes are careening towards. This is such a bad idea in so many ways, but how can I say no?
“Sure Cameron. I’ll be your partner, but I want to go practice tonight so you can see how bad I am at this game. If you still want to be my partner after that then I will happily be your grandma for the day” 
Flash forward to the next morning. 8 am. I give Cameron one last chance to change his mind. I jokingly remind him of the previous night's practice run and how upsetting it was.  Doesn’t matter. He’s set on me being his partner. . . Deep breath. . .I start getting my apologies ready for every old person I piss off either because I have given their offspring a concussion or because I have no idea what the official rules of horseshoes are.  And these people mean business. They have gloves for better grips, horseshoes that are personalized, hook-thingys so they don’t have to bend down to get their shoes, visors, a snazzy name tag, and comfortable arch supporting shoes complete the look= 98% of the adults in this tournament. Pan to me. I have worn the only closed-toe shoes I brought camping: My bright silver Ed Hardy sneakers with aluminum foiled skull and crossbones across the sides. A blue tanktop that given photo evidence later on was much more low cut than I thought, and jeans that are rolled up to mid calf. No hook-thingy, no gloves, borrowed horseshoes, and a please-God-don’t-let-this-end-in-fistycuffs-with-a-seventy-year-old kind of attitude. 
“Everybody please remove your hat for the Pledge of Allegiance”
“Holy crap. I don’t think I remember all the words to the pledge of Allegiance. Is there no part of this tournament I’m going to be good at?!  I have got to be the worst patriot ever. Im pretty sure they linch you in Texas for this. It’s been since what? sixth grade that I have actually had to recite it. Can we do the National Anthem instead? I go to baseball games an stuff. I know that one.  Fuck it. If I don’t know a part of it I am just going to mouth watermelon over and over again.
........under God, with synergy and watermelon for all”. . . . Play ball. 
Game 1- April throws a ringer!!! Tyler mock faints at the sight. Cameron makes all the  other points. We miraculously win.
Game 2- Morale is high. Cameron does very well. Elderly gentleman who is my   opponent named Buck is less than enthused with my skills “What you need to do is just release the shoe a little higher so you’re not bulleting it towards the pit” A hard loss for us. 
Game 3- Morale is okay. Cameron does very well. Tyler comes up to me with a smart ass comment “Hey why don’t you try this time?” Elderly gentleman that is my opponent known as three dog hears this and says “hey tyler, is this your daughter Im playing against?”. I errupt in laughter. Tyler leaves. Three dog leans in “that oughta shut him up”. Post game (which we lost) Tyler, “I always knew that three dog was a son of a bitch.” I also got a solid piece of advice from three dog. Apparently I was releasing the shoe a little early. What I wanted to do was hold onto it just a little longer so I wasn’t scaring the children. 
Game 4- Morale is so-so. Cameron throws an amazing game. My lady opponent, Dorothy, helps me out with my form. What I want to do is pretend the pole is a three gallon bucket and im tossing a softball into it. So hold onto the shoe a little longer. She doesn’t want to have to replace the divots I am making in the ground. 
. . . You watch yourself, Dorothy. 
Game 5- Morale is a word I no longer care about. Its been replaced with repressing very dark thoughts, and keeping a smile on my face as my new opponent, Pete, tells me he thinks my game would improve immensely if I kept ahold of the horse shoe until my arm was parallel to the ground. Fine!! So my next turn comes up and I do my best to hold on to the shoe as long as possible. 20 feet straight up in the air; this shoe had wings. The shoe plummeted back to the ground and stuck like a dart a good 10 feet from the pit. I look to my left. Tyler has fallen to the ground rolling with laughter. Cameron is starring at me wide eyed in disbelief that anybody my age could be so bad. And Pete calmly walks up to me and tells me that maybe that was a little to long to hold on to the shoe. . . Thanks Pete!!
Silver lining! We didn’t come in last. Or even second to last! We came in a solid third to last, thanks to Cameron’s skill. I was happy to be his stand-in Grandma, but please for safety-sake, ask your nana next year.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Reno take two: yays and nays.

I survided everybody!!. . despite the odds. So a quick recap of my trip. The six best and worst things about it.

Best parts of the trip first.
6. Seeing the bowling alley in Reno. I never thought that I would be impressed by a bowling alley. but the place has a ricockulous amount of lanes. like 100. 

5.  $4.99 steak and eggs at 2 am in Circus Circus. We even had a coupon to make it 3.99. . . as if it already wasn't a good enough deal. p.s. thank you for letting me eat your hashbrowns, heather.

4. Heather and me teaching the drunk 50 something-year-olds to do the cupid shuffle at Rum Bullions Monday night/ watching Ryan and Tyler's dance off with said senior citizens the same night.

3. Meeting my son! Granted I gotta admit I thought he would be a lot younger and slightly less. . . . . . Asian, but whatever.  I'm not here to judge.

2. The hangover slot machine we played forever and Tyler won a bunch of money from.  The chair vibrated and had speakers in it, and you got to watch clips from the movie in the bonuses (which there were a lot of).  Mr. Chow's freaky free games was my favorite part.

1. Im almost sorry to say this was the best part of the trip, but if you had seen Aaron's face after he got tagged in the eye by a rogue ketchup packet at 2 am you would agree. . I almost fell out of my chair. And double points for occurring during $4.99 steak and eggs.


Worst parts about the trip
6. Spilling my gin and tonic all down the front of me at Sammie's. . Sometimes I just get a little too into my conversations and hand gestures get outta control. It was okay though because I just went outside and dried quickly in the 90 degree weather. 

5. Sue!!!! The dealer that was at the craps table our last night there. She yelled at me for not getting the dice all the way to the end . . . She was a giant suck on a sour lemon. And might I add, deserved to be hit by those dice that may or may not have been thrown by me.

4. Having to sit in the Reno airport for 5 hours by myself because Tyler's flight departure time got messed up.  I watched two entire seasons of entourage. Thank you for not dying on me, laptop, Im pretty sure we would have been in a suicide pact together.

3. Seeing only the last 3 frames of the last game Tyler bowled in the second day. What a fail friend. I didn't know that the games would go so fast! . . I didn't even get any pictures.

2. Tyler breaking his ankle during drunken antics. Im sorry my friend, I told you not to jump that second sign!  . . On the bright side not a lot of people can pull of a walking cast like you do.

1. The coffee at the Harrah's starbucks?! yeah thats right. Bad coffee made it to number one. . . that's how unacceptably burnt it was. I still had it 3 mornings in a row, because I'm such an addict I'll go into withdrawals without it. Ever seen Intervention? When alcoholics start drinking hand sanitzer to get buzzed? or crack addicts start huffing freon from air conditioners? . . this was my equivalent.