Wednesday, July 30, 2008
all those years of ballet.....
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, 6ish: Check into hotel, get recognized by hotel lady and get the awesome repeat customer discount. Take a quick dip in the pool. Shower and go have the coldest beer ever at Hamleys and have an awesome dinner. Regular local bar is closed for deep cleaning. Recomended bar Crabby's has Chip and Dale dancers with a $20 cover. We laugh as we do not stay at Crabby's and instead wind up at local bar with jukebox. This particular jukebox will take your money and will usually play a song from the cd that you selected, but not necessarily the song you picked. oh well. time to go home. quck hot tub before bed, then bed.
Saturday morning: Oatmeal at the hotel and then head out on the search for coffee. end up on the longest walk ever and wish we would have worn our shorts. Stop by Red's Clothing store to see if he has my size in the rhinestone cowgirl boots i lusted after a couple weeks ago. nope. "girls 'round here have been comin' in with size 10s and 11s..." but you can order them, got his card to do so.
11:ish: back to the hotel and swam for a while. hungry. found a cute little lunch place on morning walk and went back to check it out. split a roast beef sandwich and had some pinot gris. decided i may as well go have Red order my boots cuz i know i'm going to want them. while there, i fell in love with a pink leather cowgirl jacket. blaming the love on the pinot, i have him hold it for me to think about. head back to hotel to change.
12:ish: Water slides!!! Pendleton has the awesomest public pool ever! $4. we had a BLAST! curvy slides, drop off slide, high dive and low dive and a lap pool. (i did 3, John did 1. But he did the high dive and I did not.)
2:ish: river! last time we were there, we found the best river spot ever. even though it was 90 something, we were the only ones there (well, except the fishes and muskrats) and had the river totally to ourselves!
3:30ish: who was I kidding, go back to get pink leather coat (it was on clearance, i had to). JJ falls victim as well and purchases leather vest that he's talked about getting for the last two years. He looks like a bad ass motorcycle dude. or a gay prostitute.
4:30ish: beer time! beers lead into dinner and wine... then back to Crabby's, sans Chip & Dales, for evening boozing. Owen Wilson look-a-like is bartending. Make new friend in rodeo clown, Taylor.
10:ish: hot tub. bed.
Sunday morning: oatmeal at hotel and off for the coffee search. a little river walk and then back to the hotel to pack it up.
11:ish: roll out of town, homeward bound.
1:ish: sandwich and wine in tiny town on columbia highway... can't remember the name.
4:ish: Tippy Canoe beers. tradition.
5:ish: come home, happy and tan and tired. shower, dinner, movie.
Friday, July 25, 2008
So yesterday I thought I was going to die, had to cancel my hair appt (BOO!) and have officially been added to Appendicitus Scare '08. I blame whatever is going on in my abdomen on what went on in my head last night while sleeping:
We were all rehearsing for Jessica's wedding, where she was going to be serenaded by all her freinds. This serenade was "The search is over" (by Survivor) and was complete with hand gestures. Also, everyone was wearing big turquoise dresses, even Jessica. We were singing the song and doing the hand gestures and there was a part where we were supposed to turn to our partners in the line and mine was Kim. Every time we looked at each other, we started giggling and Jessica would glare at us and yell "Start Over!" also, when she turned to glare, her hair would swoosh into her face and Kim and I would laugh more. While we were serenading her one side of the line was supposed to lift her in the air and we were all supposed to put our hands up there to pass her butt across the whole line, finally delivering her to Cyrus's arms... cut to the next morning where Kim and I were sleeping in Evie's bed (I don't know if there was any funny business, but husband and boyfriend were not in this dream !) Evie walks in wearing a baggy muscle shirt, no pants and smoking a cigarette and has really bad hair. She starts telling us that she was talking to Joe telling him that summer is almost over and they should start trying new things before it was fall and they never had a chance. Joe said that was a great idea and the thing new that he wanted to try? sleeping in a night shirt. So Evie went over to the bed Kim and I were in and pulled out this little wicker box of the night shirts she had purchased for Joe and Kim and I told her how cute they were. Then we got up to go to Vega. the end.
Maybe if I would have made it to the salon, you guys could have at least had cute hair in the dream.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Miss Eely Eelerton:
I'm having a hard time concentrating on my to-do's today... Maybe because work is boring, although I usually find more interest in doing it than I am finding today. As I sit here going through random pictures I start to think that maybe I need one of those, um, what do you call them? Days off.. yes, I need a day off. In the middle of the week with nothing to do. Maybe I'll go volunteer somewhere. No, I won't. I will shop.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
we touch the whole time. also, I can lean forward to give John a hug whenever I want. He can also reach back to give me a thigh squeeze whenever he wants to. both of these are awesome.
we take the road less travelled, always. on the bike, its even more fantastic. everything around us is open. we're in it.
that means all the smells can be smelled... forest, crops, harvests, watering, fires, lawn mowing, bbqing, russian olves, etc.
sounds. first, the bike, it sounds amazing. second, if we're by a river, we can hear it. a waterfall, we hear it. airplanes, yes. tractors, yes. birds, cows, yep. nothingness? we hear the motorcycle.
stopping to take pictures and taking pictures from the road.
it doesn't matter where you go. the journey is the whole point.
motorcyclists, like old farmers, always wave at each other.
you have to pack everything you want in your saddlebag. its incredibly freeing.
you don't have to figure out what you are going to wear in the morning, to dinner, etc. (see above)
if its warm, you get great arm tans. if its not, you get to wear chaps and leather jackets.
i love my harley davidson boots.
a tube top is totally appropriate attire.
the look of envy in someone's eye as we roll up and he is loading his family into his SUV.
when we see road signs to the next town, the only concern is where the gas level is at.
we usually get 40-50 MPG.
spending the day on the bike makes food and beer taste exceptionally well.
kids are fascinated when we pass.
if i need to, i can get my choregraphy done while i'm back there.
not everyone gets it. being a biker is cool. michelle pfeiffer thinks so too:
Friday, July 18, 2008
proof that Steve would never have lied to us:
A Wampus Cat is a cryptid cougar-like feline. According to eyewitness accounts, a Wampus Cat is about 5'-6' in height, and can be detected by its strange, pungent musk. Its cry is similar to a cougar's yeowl, but sounds moreso like a woman's scream. It has stripes, gold eyes, and plenty of sharp teeth and claws. Much like the Chupacabra, their favorite food is goats and other livestock. When detected or startled, a Wampus Cat will stand upright and run on its hind legs.
According to folklore, Wampus Cats are semi-aquatic, and spend a lot of time in river bottoms. Locals would tell their kids not to dangle their feet over the bridges because the Wampus Cat would bite their legs and drag them into the water.
John and I are going to be out in a boat tomorrow and if we go on land, I'll be keeping my eyes and ears peeled. Even though Steve told us they liked to snack on kids, it doesn't mean they don't like a grown up now and then....
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
i mean they're called roper rockstars. come on.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Inspired by the young wranglers at last weeks rodeo in Vale, I decided to give it a shot for myself this weekend:
PS: i stole the images above from a google search. except the last one, i stole that from john.