Someone I was getting to know in Oregon asked me who I was one night. I had to think about it for a bit, and (building on what I wrote in Purpose), here are the best answers I could come up with:I am a member of wonderful familiesI am a son, a brother, a cousin,Continue reading “Who I am”
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One last Soda
I stayed up way too late the night of July 20-21st. I woke up to a text from my mom saying that my dad was going to the ER, and then another containing his vital signs. They weren’t good. Not at all good. I took a lighting fast shower, tossed a few days of clothesContinue reading “One last Soda”
Internment/Concentration camps can be funny!
Taylorsville, UT – April 2011 So earlier tonight I was helping OG get from a chair to standing upright, so as to help him into the bathroom and go take a dookie. Normal Son comes in and proceeds to spew forth with several ‘helpful’ suggestions and highlights of the many ways I’m doin’ it wrong. Continue reading “Internment/Concentration camps can be funny!”
Education
Education in UtahSalt Lake City, UT – February 2011 Education in Utah sucks. A lot. If you don’t already know, Utah is #49 of 50 US States in per pupil spending right now. There are many reasons for this, amongst them the insanely high birth rate in the state thanks to the LDS church. MethinksContinue reading “Education”
Fudge
So like I said, the Merps lost a CNA that works the weekends. They needed a replacement in short order, so naturally they quickly advertised, interviewed, and did all the other standard things employers looking for qualified people do. Just kidding. They hired another church lady they know. I met her briefly one Sunday night; itContinue reading “Fudge”
Sweetgrass
I went to a burning man event some weeks ago; It was nothing fancy–a small affair with just over 200 people total. The venue was a small farm nestled in a valley down a long forest road hidden in the foothills of the Coast Range somewhere in central Oregon. The event’s main area was aContinue reading “Sweetgrass”
Roses in the sand
I went to a Portland burner thing one night, a while ago. I had my lammies in my ranger bag and someone noted the plastic and cloth rose on them, and asked what that was about. Not wanting to tell the story at the moment, I said “it’s a long story” and went about theContinue reading “Roses in the sand”
Mornings
MorningsDecember 2024 – Portland, OR I have a love/hate relationship with mornings. I’m not much of a morning person, and I have not really been one for much of my adult life. There are a few reasons for that, beginning as a junior high kid, continuing through my time as a young adult in theContinue reading “Mornings”
