Odd in Oregon

Catchy Title, huh?

So today I saw something that I never thought of as possible. First, for those who have not lived in Oregon or travelled through, let me explain a strange law. You, as the driver of a motor vehicle, cannot pump your own gas. Weird, I know. I discovered this when I moved to Washington in late May 2003. I pulled up to a gas station in Northeast Oregon just after saying, "Oh. THIS is where Oregon is!" I jumped out and started pumping gas. A (maybe barely) post-high school girl working at the gas station ran out and told me that the pump was full service. I was embarrassed and asked which pumps were not. She then explained that all of the gas stations in Oregon were full service. I felt very uneasy as a young lady pumped my gas as I sat there useless. Now to the events of today:

I pulled into a gas station and there was a trainee. He was somewhere between 25 and 30 years old. Here is what I heard:

Trainer- "Ok, you try this one"
Trainer- "Take the card and put it in the slot there."
Trainer- "No, with the stripe facing the other way."
Trainer- "Take off the gas cap and pick up the nozzle."
Trainer- "Select the type of gas."
Trainee- "Uh, sir, which type of gas did you want?"
Seth- "Regular"
Trainer- "See the buttons there beside the regular gas? Push that one, it selects that type of gas."
Trainer- "Now put the nozzle in there. Squeeze the handle. Feel lit click- it locks in and will shut off by itself."
Trainee- "Seriously? By itself? Cool."

Then they walked off.

I was filling up the gas tank for my dad or grandfather when I was seven. Every teenag boy looks forward to being able to pump his own gas (but not paying for it.) And I watched a full-grown man filling a gas tank for presumably the first time. Weird. Only on Oregon and maybe New Jersey.

The Good and Bad of McDonalds of Coffee

I have trouble deciding if Starbucks has done more good than bad for coffee in the US. (If I phrase it like I actually know something about the coffee industry in the US, maybe it will lend validity to my poorly formed opinions. I definitely know less than nothing about the coffee industry outside of the US.)

It used to be that you could get a cup of coffee for a quarter or so. I know- you used to be able to get a gallon of gas for less than a dollar too.

So- here is the good- lots more people drink coffee.
Here is the bad- coffee costs too much now. Its Starbuck's fault. And their coffee tastes bad. Seriously- try a cup of their drip coffee- not yummy.

Dillanos on the other hand tastes delightful (very yummy). For you Washingtonians- go to BigFoot coffee next to the church- or, well, the church has delicious, wonderfully smooth Dillanos. MmmmMmmmmMmmmm. Freshly roasted, Freshly Ground, Freshly delicious.

You Get NOTHING!

Oh Snap!

A Message for Keith

Keith- Click Here

Bakatari- Air Supply says it all

I would like to rely on Air Supply to help me say... Goodbye

When Introverts Attack...




The picture here is the result of me getting flustered when my wife and I were (good heartedly) arguing about whether I am an intovert or not. I dropped a 1 quart bowl of leftover chili that splattered from the sink to the top of the blinds, down onto the window sill and landed on David's freshly sanitized nebulizer parts. Jane Anne laid claim to blogging about the intovert argument, so I cannot tell you any more about it. But she will eventually share how much she laughed at me.

Skunk Ape- For Kimberly

The Skunk Ape is said to be a large hairy, bipedal mammal that calls the Florida Everglades home. They have (allegedly) been spotted as far north as Tallahassee and as far south as Lostman's River. Large adult males are said to weigh in excess of 450 lbs and stand 6 to 7 feet tall with reddish or dark brown hair similar in appearance to an orangutan or gorilla. Some believe that this biped is part of the same species as the famed Bigfoot. A handful of sightings have also happened in the Western US, including Simi Valley, CA. In recent months, several sightings have been reported near the Withlacoochee River in Brooks County, GA, between Quitman and Valdosta.


The smell of a Skunk Ape has been reported to be similar to rotten eggs or Hydrogen Sulfide.

They are known to be afraid of human contact.

In 2000, two photographs of an ape, said to be the Skunk Ape, were taken anonymously and mailed to the Sarasota Sheriff's Department in Florida. They were accompanied by a letter from a woman claiming to have photographed the creature in the palmettos at the edge of her backyard. The photographer claimed that for three nights the ape had entered her yard to take apples from a bushel basket on her porch. She was convinced it was an escaped orangutan. The police were called to the house continuous times but when they arrived the 'Ape' was gone. The pictures have become known to Bigfoot enthusiasts as the "Myakka skunk ape photos".


Sweats and Ankles

The bad of living this side of 30 (for Melissa and Kimberly) is that my memory isn't as good as it used to be. Suddenly today, I remembered why I haven't worn sweatpants since I was 13.

My grandfather had a pool built in his backyard when me and his other 13 grandchildren were growing up. Since we all lived in the same town, it was a good bet that it would be well-used. I was 13 and smart. I also was lazy. There was no way I was going to waste time going home and changing clothes after football practice rather than go straight to my grandparent's house to go swimming. This particular day I wore just my swimsuit to practice (that means no underwear underneath). We did a lot of conditioning without pads and received our new football warm-up suits. My girlfriend (did we really have girlfriends in 8th grade?!?!?!) was one of the cheerleaders and she sat with her friends off to the side of practice, not unlike the Fair Maidens awaiting the return of their valiant knights after a battle. We went into the locker room and changed into our cool sweats to finish the walkthru portion of practice.

Before I finish, let me tell you what reminded me of this traumatic event in my life. This morning as we were leaving for church I could find Thomas' shoes nowhere. They simply disappeared off the face of the earth. Once I put some shoes of Davids on him and got him in the car I realized that Thomas' shoes were in the car. When in the world did they get in there? That's right- Christmas Day. That was the last day that our kids have left the house! Suffice it to say that have a LITTLE bit of pent up energy. And yes, I put on my sweatpants today after getting home from Church. A perfect mixture of snow and rain was making it's way down from the clouds. Perfect nippiness necessitated the trading of my slacks and dress-shirt for my trusty gray sweatpants and a ragged old T-Shirt. Man, I am sooooooo comfy! But, when three boys' pent up energy and Daddy's new sweatpants (which I neglected to securely tie) come face to face, Daddy ends up getting ankled! It is foreign to me that I may need to explain what "ankling" is, but I will. In this real life experience, it was Jonathan grabbing a handful of sweats on my right hip as David simultaneously grabbed a handful on my left hip and, not unlike a well-planned and executed football play, they both pulled in a downward motion. The end result was my ankles being warmed by the pants that were previously covering my funny parts.

Back to Football practice. Practice ended and Shawn (who for the next 5 years had a nickname for me whose jumbled letters were "lamls nepis") came up behind me and, in full view of God, my waiting father in the parking lot, the football team, and my 'girlfriend', proceeded to grab handfuls of sweatpants and ensured that my ankles were thoroughly warmed. Unfortunately, my funny parts received a few seconds of direct sunlight and laughter. I didn't talk much to my 'girlfriend' that day after practice.

Too long a pause

I made a mistake. I deleted two comments with the intent of posting them as part of my next post, but unfortunately, due to my advanced age, I went to bed (not in mt sweatpants) before completing the post. And now I cannot get the comments back (thus the definition of "Delete" holds true) and I cannot do what I wanted to do on here.

But trust me- it would have been funny and well-worded. You would have laughed out loud (even if no one heard you.) So, Kim, I am sorry that I deleted your comments. It was only supposed to be temporary. If you notice that two comments were deleted, it was because I deleted my wife's reply to Kim as well.