what's a happenin' hotstuff?

here are some pictures documenting things i've done and seen in the past month or so. enjoy...

i happened to catch the columbia river on a gorgeous day! when the northwest weather cooperates, you can't beat it!

i went home to see my mom for mother's day! it was a fun weekend of good family time. it also happened to be zillah's community days, which included a parade, good food, all the fixings. i even got to see some friends from high school, which was a really good thing. this is a picture of cassadie and jarod right after fishing tadpoles out of the pond. jarod turned 8 a couple of days after this. i can't believe he's 8!

the sunday of memorial day weekend, the girls and i found some hiking trails north of vancouver. they supposedly led to waterfalls, but all we found were picnic tables. there were some things that appeared to be small waterfalls. i worry about the people who see those things and think that's all there is. maybe they've never been to multnomah falls, silver falls, or anywhere else with amazingly spectacular waterfalls, and so they take the "parks and rec" peoples word for it that this is in fact a waterfall. but, i guess ignorance is bliss, right? not to discount the beauty of the place, because it was really beautiful. take, for instance, this bridge...

about a second after i took this picture, the wind picked up and erased the reflection. what's that about being in the right place at the right time?

thissss iiiissss ammmmmmerican idol!

i would like to remind everyone of american idol judge simon cowell's response to the seattle auditions..."they had the worst bunch of miserable singers that i've ever met in my life. it was two days of total misery." (you can read my particular view of the seattle audition by re-reading the january post, "blame it on the rain.") you might be asking why i'm bringing this up now. i feel the need to point out, with help from today's Oregonian..."imagine our delight in pointing out that this year's final two BOTH auditioned and made the cut in Seattle....a supposed bottomless pit of musical doom."

congrats Jordin & Blake!!!

we won't talk about where they found this guy....

life according to me....

in my opinion, i'm a fairly laid back person, easy going, even-keeled. for example, my roommates can tell you that my "road rage" consists of calling peole "punk suckers" when they cut me off. i don't think i have ever sent something back at a restaurant, even when it's wrong, because i avoid confrontation. in fact, you won't find me in a heated debate over theology, the next presidential election, or any subject for that matter, because i run from debates. hate em'. with that said, i get fired up and passionate about the most random things, things that in the grand scheme of things, don't amount to a hill of beans.

for example, i believe strongly that every starbucks experience should come with a money back guarantee. the guarantee should be that if you don't have a positive experience, then you get your drink for free. i understand that this would be a difficult thing to gage, because everyone's idea of a "positive" experience would be different. but, the way i see it, people are going to starbucks for a reason. most likely it's for a caffeine fix, because they're tired, or having a bad day, etc. i fully acknowledge that it's most likely completely psychological, this dependence on coffee. however, i feel like having a bad experience while getting your caffeine boost kind of defeats the purpose.

so, i have compiled a list of things i feel should/shouldn't occur to secure leaving starbucks with a smile, not a frown.
1. the barista should be polite without being over the top cheery. (it's a fine line)
2. they should get your order correct, the first time. (a given you would think)
3. you should receive your drink in a timely manner. (a starbucks run making you late for work does not help matters)
4. you should receive plenty of napkins to accompany your drink. (obviously limited to drive thru experiences, otherwise napkins are completely up to you)
5. the sides of the cup should be clean, not leaving your hand sticky. (in direct correlation to #4)
6. the lid should be on completely and therefore NOT dripping brown liquid all over your khaki pants.
7. finally, when/if one or more of these things does/does not occur, the barista should under no circumstances laugh and say "oh, sorry, i guess it's a bad day for you, huh?" (i believe this girl's employment status should be reconsidered, ok maybe that's a bit strong, but....)

like i said, i'm fully aware that this is minor when compared to say the war in Iraq, the aids epidemic in Africa, or even gas prices. but, for whatever reason, this is what gets me fired up. don't worry, i'm seeking help.

go boy, go girl....

every once in a while my "non-job" (as my roommates refer to it) requires me to work at events over the weekend. while the hours at these events are long, it's usually filled with meeting people and building relationships, networking if you will. i think this is why my roommates say that i have a non-job, because the benefits and perks far outweigh the negatives. ex: i may have to sit in a chair for hours until my back is no longer in its original shape, which is bad, but i get to meet fun people and then take days off later at my own discretion to compensate, which is good! plus, i can go to the chiropractor to fix my crooked back since i have good insurance (a fact that jessica reminded me of...she's not bitter she's just sayin') anyway, this past weekend was one of these working weekends. it was a preschool/children's leadership conference. really it was unlike any event i have worked at in the past. it was upbeat and fun, in fact the worship leader was Jeff Slaughter, the music composer for lifeway. if your church has done lifeway VBS material, then you have most likely seen this guy on the videos teaching you songs with actions. i have to say, though, that no one in their right mind should be ready to jump around flailing their arms at 8:00 in the morning. but, it was entertaining, from my perspective, to watch a room full of adults playing the piano on each others backs (see picture for a visual).

funny jeff slaughter story....i had noticed as he talked with people he would hug them and kiss their cheek. i thought....that's odd, since he made a point of telling us this was his first time to the northwest. how does he know all these people? a co-worker answered that question for me after she was introduced to him and received her hug. this was her answer...."this is his first time to the northwest, no one's told him we don't do that here, hug strangers. it's a southern thing."

sidenote: why is it that gresham oregon is the land that starbucks forgot? in washington there's one on every corner. but, on the day that i have to leave my house at 6:45 am to get to gresham by 7:30 am there's no starbucks to be seen. i don't get it.

cinco de rea-o

may 5th is my good friend Rae Trim's birthday! beacause of scheduling conflicts, we had to throw her surprise party last weekend. the party was in fact a surprise, amazingly enough we pulled it off, and it was a fun time of roasting and toasting our good friend as we celebrated her 40th birthday. here are some pictures of Rea!
this last picture is posted in honor of Rea. we stumbled upon this sign on the way to our single awareness day dinner and Rea later wrote a song about it. trust me when i say that the roadway is in fact not improved.

kickin' it old school

this was the last song i heard on the radio on my way to work this morning. if only i could remember other things in my life as well as i remembered the words to this song from 1988. if you want, you can check out the video at www.youtube.com/watch?v=-O4sSZc2WCU. there's joy in the little things....

Will Smith
parents just don't understand

you know parents are the same no matter time nor place
they don't understand that us kids are gonna make some mistakes
so to you, all the kids all across the land
there's no need to argue, parents just don't understand

i remember one year my mom took me school shopping
it was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
all hopped in the car we headed downtown to the gallery mall
my mom started bugging with the clothes she chose
i didn't say nothing at first i just turned up my nose
she said, "what's wrong? this shirt cost $20"
i said, "mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
the next half hour was the same old thing
my mother buying me clothes from 1963
and then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
i asked her for adidas and she bought my zips!
i said, "mom, what are you doing, you'll ruin my rep"
she said, "you're only sixteen you don't have a rep yet"
i said, "mom, let's put these clothes back, please"
she said, "no, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show"
i said, "this isn't sha na na, come on mom, i'm not bowser
mom, please put back the bell-bottom brady bunch trousers
but if you don't want to i can live with that but
you gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks"
she wasn't moved - everything stayed the same
inevitably the first day of school came
i thought i could get over, i tried to play sick
but mom said "no, no way, uh-uh, forget it"
there was nothing i could do, i tried to relax
i got dressed up in those ancient artifacts
and when i walked into school, it was just as i thought
the kids were cracking up laughing at the clothes mom bought
and those who weren't laughing still had a ball
because they were pointing and whispering as i walked down the hall
i got home and told my mom how my day went
she said, "if they were laughing you don't need them, cause they're not good friends"
for the next six hours i tried to explain to my mom
that i was gonna have to go through this about 200 more times
so to you all the kids
there' s no need to argue, parents just don't understand

oh-kay, here's the situation, my parents went away for a weeks vacation and
they left the keys to the brand new porsche
would they mind? umm, well, of course not
i'll just take it for a little spin, and maybe show it off to a couple of friends
i'll just cruise it around the neighborhood
well, maybe i shouldn't, yeah, of course i should
pay attention, here's the thick of the plot
i pulled up to the corner at the end of the block
that's when i saw this beautiful girlie girl walking
i picked up my car phone to perpetrate like i was talking
you should've seen this girl's bodily dimensions
i honked my horn just to get her attention
she said, "was that for me?"
i said, "yeah"
she said, "why?'
i said, "come on and take a ride with a helluva guy"
she said, "how do I know you're not sick? you could be some deranged lunatic"
i said, "c'mon toots - my name is the Prince.
besides would a lunatic have a porsche like this?"
she agreed and we were on our way
she was looking very good and so was i, i must say - word
we hit mcdonald's, pulled into the drive
we ordered two big macs and two large fries with cokes
she kicked her shoes off onto the floor
she said, "drive fast, speed turns me on"
she put her hand on my knee, i put my foot on the gas
we almost got whiplash, i took off so fast
the sun roof was open, the music was high
and this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh
she had opened up three buttons on her shirt so far
i guess that's why i didn't notice that police car
we're doing ninety in my mom's new porsche
and to make this long story short - short
when the cop pulled me over i was scared as hell
i said, "i don't have a license but i drive very well, officer"
i almost had a heart attack that day
come to find out the girl was a twelve-year-old runaway
i was arrested, the car was impounded
there was no way for me to avoid being grounded
my parents had to come off from vacation to get me
i'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me
my parents walked in, i got my grip
i said, "ah, mom, dad, how was your trip?"
they didn't speak - i said, "I want to plead my case"
but my father just shoved me in the car by my face
that was a hard ride home, i don't know how i survived
they took turns - one would be beat me while the other was driving
i can't believe it, i just made a mistake
well parents are the same no matter time nor place
so, to you all the kids all across the land
take it from me, parents just don't understand