"You're afraid of the dark, too, Marv."

Well, if you've been keeping up on my infrequent postings on this blog, you'll know that I have posted a few different times regarding my co-workers. Considering work truly is my life, it's really pretty much all that I have to talk about. But don't worry, I still have an arsenal of random ponderings that will soon surface on this blog again. But for today, I wanted to introduce to you one of our new managers at 589. Her name is Melissa. Now, I decided to start calling her "Mel" thinking that it would be funny (I don't know why), but it wasn't. She didn't even respond to the predictable nickname. Anyway, she is such a breath of fresh air at the 589. Our previous manager had many interpersonal issues, some of which I'd be happy to discuss with you over the phone. Then Melissa stepped in...instant fun.

Melissa hails from Port Orchard. Quite frankly, I don't know one thing about this place except that they had a delayed start of two hours in their school district this morning on the account of snow. Other than that, I know nothing about the joint. I envision it to be a lot like Port Angeles...but I think that's only because they are both port towns. Melissa graduated from WSU with a psychology degree early because she's a brain-iack, or because she got a lot of "extra credit" time with her professors. Who knows really. She brings the most random comments to work, and yet I love them all. Tyler frequently finds himself confused at why we're laughing. Over brunch the other day, we laughed and reminisced about various made-for-Disney-channel movies we'd both watched as youngsters. We also both love the movies Home Alone and Swiss Family Robinson. Oh Roberta. Oh Fritz. Melissa claims to not see movies that everyone else has, but random old movies she knows by heart (All of the Brat Pack movies are included). The other day, we were doing orientation for a group of newbs, and NSync Christmas came on over the sound system, we started singing and laughing at work...then she busted out the Kevin McCallister. Do you remember the scene in Home Alone when he's trying to fool the burglars into thinking that there's a party going on at his house so he's got string attached to his foot and two hands and he's waving them around to "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree"? Well, that's the Kevin McCallister. Try it out...its a great move. Our newbs proceeded to let us know how weird they thought we were. Haha. But we're their bosses, so they can deal. Mel is nortorious for saying things that I haven't heard since I was a youngster in Pomeroy too (i.e. hot bombalottie, ahnah-hellnah, etc.). Cracks me up. I wish you could all know her. You'd probably pee your pants, at least a little if you knew her.

The Dark Reunion of Archibald and Humphrey

Well, as some of you may know, my old college roommate and I, Tyler Weisen have once again moved in together. I know...big surprise. Tyler and I have known each other since we were just little tykes. I remember at Family Camp at Pinelow, my family would rent out Lanman A and Lanman B. And the Weisens, along with the Herrings and Sterks would rent out Koinanea right next door. We were never really friends at that time, but we definitely knew that the kids next door were pretty cool with all of their fancy nerf guns and water pistols. Tyler and I didn't really become friends until junior high at junior high camp...back when we made out with the Grandview girls (and yes Geebs, this includes you from Prosser too). Despite our early friendship, T-wise and I did not see eye-to-eye in college. But all roads lead back to this untimely duo.


We are now living together in Olympia at this sweet little, shady, scary, apartment complex known as Holiday House. In case you're wondering, we live behind a McDonald's and across the street from Motel 6...classy I know. Anyway, we are getting a long so well. It's really quite entertaining. We had better be careful...this reunion could prove to be detrimental to all that is good...aka Global Warming, the hunt for Sasquatch in Western Washington (Kyle you're right, he/she does exist), and the gross ticket sales from the new Fast and Furious movie. Basically, life with T-wise is udderly unpredictable...and that's why I love it.

Late Bloomer

I admit, I have felt very apprehensive about posting anything too political on my blog. I just haven't wanted to sucumb to any cliches of posting something just to post it. Even after the results have been tallied and announced. It has been very interesting to hear the "fall out" from many people surrounding the election results. Despite my disagreements with some of Senator Obama's beliefs and morals, I do believe, in faith, that good things can come from his term. It is going to be a long, hard trek, but it would be for any man or woman stepping into office at this juncture. I hope that our response, as the American people, will not foreshadow the belief systems of Senator McCain and Senator Obama. Despite their imperatively opposite belief systems and campaigns, I hope that we, as Americans, can truly unite in prayer...in support. Let us continue to be the United States...the united people that pledge allegiance, with one voice. Although overused in the past eighteen months, let us "believe" in faith. Obama's win may perhaps really test our faith as believers, but let us step up to the challenge. No matter what our personal beliefs are of President Bush, America has seen better days; this position not laying on just the hands of the president and his administration, but on circumstance. Let's believe for better days...whatever those may be. Perhaps they'll come sooner than we think, or perhaps things will simply grow dimmer. Regardless, I take this election as a call to faith. Not simply a call for change, but one of belief. It might be foolish to believe that we can all join together as one entire country...but I have the faith to believe that we will overcome. We are a country ready to respond...ready to believe.



I am in prayer for you Senator Obama...and in doing so, I'm in prayer for our nation.

Go Bananas!

I have a question for you. Do you remember those crazy toys Bananas in Pajamas? They were stinkin' scary! But my question actually doesn't pertain to these scary toys. Okay...here's the question...

Are bananas the only non-juicey fruit?

I realize that fruit has to have seeds in it...and bananas do. But why is it that all other fruits are actually juicey. Sure, I know that you can get banana juice/nectar but when you bite into a banana, it's not juicey. Why is that? Am I forgetting another juice-less fruit?

Galaxies and Burbs

I was sitting outside on my back porch, and realized, that here, in the Burbs of Olympia stars and galaxies can be easily viewed. I was listening to my obsession, Conor Oberst's newest album. The fourth song on the cd, "Lenders in the Temple" seems to be the best description of where and what I feel right now. If you need an update on my life, here it is.

A short delay, the pair of blues
Little voices mimic you
It's not so hard to make that sound
So watch your back, the Ides of March
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
Disguise your will, they'll find you out
And when they do
Look out

There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If I loved you, well that's my fault

A bitch in heat, the alpha male
Not something she'd ever tell
Except when she got deathly high
And out it came like summer rain
It washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while
A telephone
We drunk dialed

Those starving children, they ain't got no mother
There's pink flamingos living in the mall
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
If somebody would just take my call
Take my call, Take my call

Hello
Patterns in my mind now moving slow
Sorrow all across the surface roads
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out, where'd everybody go
Alone

Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mandela destroyed by the sea
All we are is colored sand
So pay to ride the ferris wheel
Smile, all that you can feel
Is gratitude for what has been
'Cause it did not
Happen

There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break my heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If you love me, then that's your fault

There's money lenders inside the temple
This crystal city's gonna fall apart
When all their power turns into vapor
If I miss you, well that's my fault