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AG has a cold, so she asked me to take her to the grocery store to buy cold medicine. While we're walking around the store we hear Christmas carols playing in the back ground. Why is that I ask. Did some one not get the message that is is the month of November? Did they forget that there is another holiday coming up called Thanksgiving? I would hope not figuring super markets make more money on Thanksgiving than they do on Christmas. All of that gluttony of food.
No the reason for their desending rythms of "Grandma got ran over by a reindeer" would be because there aren't really any thanksgiving songs. There are the "Monster Bash" and "Big Purple People Eater" and the ever so popular (I kid you not I heard this 7 times on Halloween night) "Ghostbusters." Then there are well over a million versions of Christmas songs, mainly because every music artist, once they hit big, think that they too must destroy all traces of happy memories we once had by picking a particular song and destroying it with a change in melody, rythm or vocal activities. My all time favorite Christmas carol would be "Carol of the Bells" yet just last Thursday I heard a version that made me even want to never here that song again.
Notice what is not in between those two musical complitations. That's right - Thanksgiving songs. There is no "Rudolph the red bearded turkey that if you'd ever saw - even you would say it glowed." No, nor is there the "O Little town of Pilgrims" or "Oh come all ye hungery." No - you will not find any one singing the peaceful song "Silent Night, all is right, because the turkey put them all to sleep." (Some of you will note that I'm leaving out "Hark the Harold Angels sing". I love that one two but for different reasons.)
So I'm taking it upon my self, as is LB (AG's roommate) and JPF, to write the Thanksgiving Carols. I know JPF is up to the task because one night him and I stayed up making up songs to the Sam Brannon Christmas Special. Stay tuned next year and hopefully we will have the joy of Thanksgiving songs ringing in our ears, instead of Christmas in November.
I am in the process of working on a musical play called "Savior of the World." In it we have one live animal: a sheep (in fact it's a female sheep - is that called a beep? A female dog is called a bitc...never mind). This cute little shep (singular sheep) got really excited today and pooed and peed all over stage. So the handler (this older woman who's hair curled like the beep's hair), comes up to me and hands me the urine soaked leash and says "Here hold this." She then walks away to go clean up the mess on stage.
Let's break for a moment. I am a city kid. The only sheep I have ever saw were at the Oakland zoo and in picture books. And in neither place were they under my control. They were either roaming free eating pellets from my hands or pretty stationary in the books.
I'm am responsible for the sound microphones that the actors wear. (For some reason actors call them selves "The talent" but I'd like to see them program a light board or EQ a sound board...but I digress.) So there I am with my microphones and this cute little beep. Some one wanders over to pet it and the shep gets excited again. Out comes some of breakfast. This the beep does right infront of my mic table. So I strengthen my grip on the leash and move her to an out of the way place.
The handler comes back and some one points out the additional poo. The frustrated handler goes to get scooper stuff (I think that's the technical term for paper towels and water). After scooping the poopie she comes to me (the handler, not the beep). I point out that the Shep had peed on the carpet. "Can you tech's do nothing??" She growls at me. I wanted to say, "We could if you brought diapers for your shep," but I held my tongue. Instead I said "Well I was going to take her out side but I wasn't sure how to get her back in."
"You can't take her outside!!! She doesn't have her coat on! Do you know nothing about animals???"
"No, I'm a city kid."
"Well then what are you doing in Idaho?? "
Before I could get a response out this woman screams in horror, "You let it eat the carpet?? How could you let it eat the carpet!!!"
I couldn't resist, "It was hungry."
At this point the lady just looked at me, yanked the leash out of my hand and took the shep out of the mic staging area. I went and washed my hands trying not to laugh at my experience with the cute little shep. But that handler - man, what a beep.
I am in the process of working on a musical play called "Savior of the World." In it we have one live animal: a sheep (in fact it's a female sheep - is that called a beep? A female dog is called a bitc...never mind). This cute little shep (singular sheep) got really excited today and pooed and peed all over stage. So the handler (this older woman who's hair curled like the beep's hair), comes up to me and hands me the urine soaked leash and says "Here hold this." She then walks away to go clean up the mess on stage.
Let's break for a moment. I am a city kid. The only sheep I have ever saw were at the Oakland zoo and in picture books. And in neither place were they under my control. They were either roaming free eating pellets from my hands or pretty stationary in the books.
I'm am responsible for the sound microphones that the actors wear. (For some reason actors call them selves "The talent" but I'd like to see them program a light board or EQ a sound board...but I digress.) So there I am with my microphones and this cute little beep. Some one wanders over to pet it and the shep gets excited again. Out comes some of breakfast. This the beep does right infront of my mic table. So I strengthen my grip on the leash and move her to an out of the way place.
The handler comes back and some one points out the additional poo. The frustrated handler goes to get scooper stuff (I think that's the technical term for paper towels and water). After scooping the poopie she comes to me (the handler, not the beep). I point out that the Shep had peed on the carpet. "Can you tech's do nothing??" She growls at me. I wanted to say, "We could if you brought diapers for your shep," but I held my tongue. Instead I said "Well I was going to take her out side but I wasn't sure how to get her back in."
"You can't take her outside!!! She doesn't have her coat on! Do you know nothing about animals???"
"No, I'm a city kid."
"Well then what are you doing in Idaho?? "
Before I could get a response out this woman screams in horror, "You let it eat the carpet?? How could you let it eat the carpet!!!"
I couldn't resist, "It was hungry."
At this point the lady just looked at me, yanked the leash out of my hand and took the shep out of the mic staging area. I went and washed my hands trying not to laugh at my experience with the cute little shep. But that handler - man, what a beep.
I am in the process of working on a musical play called "Savior of the World." In it we have one live animal: a sheep (in fact it's a female sheep - is that called a beep? A female dog is called a bitc...never mind). This cute little shep (singular sheep) got really excited today and pooed and peed all over stage. So the handler (this older woman who's hair curled like the beep's hair), comes up to me and hands me the urine soaked leash and says "Here hold this." She then walks away to go clean up the mess on stage.
Let's break for a moment. I am a city kid. The only sheep I have ever saw were at the Oakland zoo and in picture books. And in neither place were they under my control. They were either roaming free eating pellets from my hands or pretty stationary in the books.
I'm am responsible for the sound microphones that the actors wear. (For some reason actors call them selves "The talent" but I'd like to see them program a light board or EQ a sound board...but I digress.) So there I am with my microphones and this cute little beep. Some one wanders over to pet it and the shep gets excited again. Out comes some of breakfast. This the beep does right infront of my mic table. So I strengthen my grip on the leash and move her to an out of the way place.
The handler comes back and some one points out the additional poo. The frustrated handler goes to get scooper stuff (I think that's the technical term for paper towels and water). After scooping the poopie she comes to me (the handler, not the beep). I point out that the Shep had peed on the carpet. "Can you tech's do nothing??" She growls at me. I wanted to say, "We could if you brought diapers for your shep," but I held my tongue. Instead I said "Well I was going to take her out side but I wasn't sure how to get her back in."
"You can't take her outside!!! She doesn't have her coat on! Do you know nothing about animals???"
"No, I'm a city kid."
"Well then what are you doing in Idaho?? "
Before I could get a response out this woman screams in horror, "You let it eat the carpet?? How could you let it eat the carpet!!!"
I couldn't resist, "It was hungry."
At this point the lady just looked at me, yanked the leash out of my hand and took the shep out of the mic staging area. I went and washed my hands trying not to laugh at my experience with the cute little shep. But that handler - man, what a beep.
Today I had the grand joy of driving up to Dillon Montana. Long story short - a friend of mine's plans fell through and she needed to complete her trip from Oakland to Dillon for EFY. I picked her up in Idaho Falls and drove her to Dillon and then drove back.
On my way I saw many very beautiful things. One thing I have always been impressed with was the brother (and sister) hood of motorcycle riders. Whether you're on a Harley, a Yamaha, a Honda or a chopper (Like Jesse makes), as long as you are on two wheels, you are a member of this brotherhood. And you know you are because you all extend your left arm out as you pass another brother on a hog. The really cool brothers point with either a thunb and a finger or two fingers in a "peace" sort of way. All of this is done "on the low down" or in other words, with your hands below your waste extended out past the bike.
I own a Toyota pick up truck. It cost a little extra, but in theory will last a bit longer than most other cars and won't die like a Ford. My truck was made in my home town by guys I went to high school with. Though not a very prideful man, I do take a bit of pride in my truck. I am a Toyota owner. Proud of it. I want to show it. I want to develope a sign so that others Toyota drivers and I can show our pride. When we pass each other on the road - we could show this sign. Maybe we all give each other a thumbs up, or a show each other our ring fingers (as to the fact I've had several girls go "Ooh a Tacoma! Can you take me for a ride?"). I've thought of just flipping off people in Ford trucks, but I don't think that is the best hand sign. I will continue to ponder on this. Until then - if you see me waving a finger at you and you're in a Toyota - I consider you a brother or sister.
So much has happened since Friday. My first dance with a Russian girl, my first convertible ride, my first Sunday in forever not teaching, my first canoe trip, my first memorable dutch oven experience, my first temple groundbreaking ceremony, my first - Oh crap the list just goes on and on. I will update all of that later.
Today I had the grand joy of driving up to Dillon Montana. Long story short - a friend of mine's plans fell through and she needed to complete her trip from Oakland to Dillon for EFY. I picked her up in Idaho Falls and drove her to Dillon and then drove back.
On my way I saw many very beautiful things. One thing I have always been impressed with was the brother (and sister) hood of motorcycle riders. Whether you're on a Harley, a Yamaha, a Honda or a chopper (Like Jesse makes), as long as you are on two wheels, you are a member of this brotherhood. And you know you are because you all extend your left arm out as you pass another brother on a hog. The really cool brothers point with either a thumb and a finger or two fingers in a "peace" sort of way. All of this is done "on the low down" or in other words, with your hands below your waste extended out past the bike.
I own a Toyota pick up truck. It cost a little extra, but in theory will last a bit longer than most other cars and won't die like a Ford. My truck was made in my home town by guys I went to high school with. Though not a very prideful man, I do take a bit of pride in my truck. I am a Toyota owner. Proud of it. I want to show it. I want to develop a sign so that others Toyota drivers and I can show our pride. When we pass each other on the road - we could show this sign. Maybe we all give each other a thumbs up, or a show each other our ring fingers (as to the fact I've had several girls go "Ooh a Tacoma! Can you take me for a ride?"). I've thought of just flipping off people in Ford trucks, but I don't think that is the best hand sign. I will continue to ponder on this. Until then - if you see me waving a finger at you and you're in a Toyota - I consider you a brother or sister.
So much has happened since Friday. My first dance with a Russian girl, my first convertable ride, my first sunday in forever not teaching, my first canoe trip, my first memorable dutch oven experience, my first temple groundbreaking ceremony, my first - Oh crap the list just goes on and on. I will update all of that later.
Today I had the grand joy of driving up to Dillon Montana. Long story short - a friend of mine's plans fell through and she needed to complete her trip from Oakland to Dillon for EFY. I picked her up in Idaho Falls and drove her to Dillon and then drove back.
On my way I saw many very beautiful things. One thing I have always been impressed with was the brother (and sister) hood of motorcycle riders. Whether you're on a Harley, a Yamaha, a Honda or a chopper (Like Jesse makes), as long as you are on two wheels, you are a member of this brotherhood. And you know you are because you all extend your left arm out as you pass another brother on a hog. The really cool brothers point with either a thunb and a finger or two fingers in a "peace" sort of way. All of this is done "on the low down" or in other words, with your hands below your waste extended out past the bike.
I own a Toyota pick up truck. It cost a little extra, but in theory will last a bit longer than most other cars and won't die like a Ford. My truck was made in my home town by guys I went to high school with. Though not a very prideful man, I do take a bit of pride in my truck. I am a Toyota owner. Proud of it. I want to show it. I want to develope a sign so that others Toyota drivers and I can show our pride. When we pass each other on the road - we could show this sign. Maybe we all give each other a thumbs up, or a show each other our ring fingers (as to the fact I've had several girls go "Ooh a Tacoma! Can you take me for a ride?"). I've thought of just flipping off people in Ford trucks, but I don't think that is the best hand sign. I will continue to ponder on this. Until then - if you see me waving a finger at you and you're in a Toyota - I consider you a brother or sister.
