I Gave Tourists Directions

Portland is weird without Ben, Bryan and Lizzy. They are in Dallas sweating it out for a wedding. I'm in Portland where the weather is soggy and I carry my umbrella with me daily. I also have a strong desire to watch Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds sing and dance. I've decided I don't enjoy riding the bus when it's raining. Everyone is grouchy and snappy and with the extra layers of clothing and rain protection devices the bus is more dense and dripping. The other day I got booted out of my seat by this pugnacious middle-aged woman. My prince defended me though. The two of them had this quarrelsome battle about the necessity of her usurping my seat. "Are you disabled? Are you a senior citizen? Hmm? Do you get the senior discount when you go to IHOP?? Are you pregnant?" "MM, nahhh! But I'm older than her." I stood awkwardly and tried to act like the argument had nothing to do with me. I also did not win back my seat.

I got a key to the office. Does this mean it's official? That I'm wearing the big girl pants, aka dress slacks, and working the full time job? I hope so! I'm starting to get into the swing of things at work. I've been sitting in the conference room during my lunch hour with all the other frugals who don't want to buy food. It's fleet week in Portland and my coworkers spent an hour discussing the suggestive details of the navy staying at lonely ladies' homes in euphemisms. By the end of the conversation I was completely confused. Maybe I should start going out for lunch.

I've spent the majority of the weekend slumming around with Dane. I taught him how to play Mah Jongg over wine and Bob Dylan. The boy has a knack for the game and pretty soon he's going to be unbeatable. We went on a mini-road trip to Yelm, Washington to look at a Toyota Tacoma he found on Craigslist. The guy selling the truck had a shaved head and the two of them bonded over their hairlessness and now Dane is the proud owner of a vehicle! He goes back next week to pick it up. We took back roads on the way back that were windy and offered a great view of Mt. Rainier. We packed a lunch and I had my first PB&J---dislike. When we got back to Portland we celebrated with Lebanese food. Anyone who comes to visit me will now be taken to Nicholas Restaurant! I hope you like kabobs and hummus.

Alarm, You Are Making A Powerful Enemy

I wore a dirty shirt on my first day of work and had three cups of coffee. I'm out of practice with the hustle and bustle and waking up during AM hours. Really, my alarm is now my least favorite object. For the first half of the day someone was telling me information that I was supposed to remember. It was overwhelming. I was trained by a girl who has black straight hair and bangs and wore a red and white polka dot button up. She reminded me of Minnie Mouse, which incidentally has now become her behind-the-back nickname. There is a stove and oven in our office which seems like a glaring fire hazard. In the mornings, people make cherry tomato and spinach omelets. I eat a granola bar with pure jealousy. Two works days in and I'm pretty much already having a love affair with this job. I made the call and I'm now being considered for full time employment as receptionist at IPM. Hello mega-big pay check! This will be the first time in my life I've had a grown up, 40-hour week, can't take time off whenever I want job. Am I finally taking my first tenuous steps into the real world??

The police made a special appearance at my home Friday morning. I was woken up at 6 am by a knock and a badge. It was a very heart-stopping way to face the day. Luckily the police's interest was in Adam. And most specifically why his truck was in the middle of Garfield Street. The driver side door was open and it had rolled back blocking through traffic. Apparently it was the handy work of a petty thief. Someone broke into his truck and stole his skateboard and penny tray. If you ask me, Mr. Stickyfingers made out like a bandit! The effort and risk was clearly worth a board and loose change.

Saturday night, Bryan/Lizzy, Ben and I went to the Hollywood district for drinks and to watch Michele Gondry's newest film (director of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind), with a guest appearance by Michele Gondry himself. At the bar I had a beer that tasted like raspberry juice and at the theater Ben stepped on Michel Gondry's foot. After seeing his two hour, home video documentary, I wish Ben had crushed his foot. It was tortuously dull. At least I had over-garliced popcorn and junior mints!

Please, Come Back To Me

Has it really been a month?! I'm the worst. Really, there is no excuse for my lapse in updates. A list of reasons: birthday week-long celebration which included pie, the cheese and mushroom kind, Dallas, mani/pedis, job searching/temping/failing at yet another group interview, a friend in town, hiking at Latourell Falls, picnic, drama at prom, late night food carts, Monopoly and wine, a car towed, summer school, Red Dead Redemption, reading, and Dexter (season 1 and 2). Okay, I know. None of those are sufficient reasons to turn my back on my blog. In fact, most of my sundry list of reasons have blog mention potential, except Dexter. Wait, no. Even Dexter should have a place.

Here's my proposition: I will never go on a month-long, no writing hiatus again. Fair?

I start temping tomorrow at a company called Income Property Management. I'm going to put on my blue collar and get back to the old bump and grind. I am filling in as receptionist while the company interviews to fill the position full time. I'm thinking if I enjoy the company I might submit my resume into the mix as well. I'll be working downtown about three blocks away from Ben's office. So carpooling and lunch dates. Did I mention the hours yet? 8:15-5:15. That means I'll be waking up almost a full nights sleep earlier than I'm used to. Coffee coffee coffee, please!!

It looks like our Memorial Day camping weekend in ZigZag has been canceled due to the most lovely weather that Oregon has been having. Portland has decided summer is passe and thinks winter is the hippest of all seasons. Gotta love those cold, rainy days we've been having. So, our trip has been postponed. We all agreed that the sun is a big part of a camping weekend. Speaking of, where is that sun? I'm guessing it's gone on a month-long, no shine hiatus. What a jerk.

What! You Want To See My Falls?

Goodbye delicious burrito (La Bonita, your burrito is as pretty as your name) and hello Columbia Historic River Highway! Did I mention that your Columbia River Gorge and waterfalls are quite a site? Thomas Cole couldn't have painted it. On Saturday, Ben and I took a tour of the highway. We stopped at Multnomah falls, a two step waterfall, and went on a short hike, along with a hundred other tourists and their pets. I'm convinced there were more dogs than gallons of water checking it out. Despite the density, it was breathtaking and I doubt Angel Falls has anything on this.
We scampered up to Hood River and played down by the waterside. Ben taught me how to skip stones and after throwing rocks (his actually skipped and mine mostly got one good skip in and then sunk) into the water lost its charm we began batting the rocks in. Ben might have had a slightly better stance than mine. In fact, much better. But, watching The Sandlot taught me a couple of things and I'm proud to say that I managed to hit a few to the outfield!

On Sunday, Ben took me to breakfast at Cup and Saucer. I think I might have proposed to the sausage on my plate, which of course made my hashbrowns and eggs a little jealous. The feud stopped after I promised my food I would be a polygamist and love each of them forever and ever. Really, absolutely delicious. Second place to papa bear's french toast and potatoes and Bonbon's hotcakes. We went and saw Kick-Ass at St. Johns Theater, a quaint two-screen theater that offers cheap matinee and popcorn. The movie was wildly entertaining and made me slightly sad that I asked for Barbies instead of switchblades and guns all those years I was growing up. That evening we went to Bryan and Lizzy's for an impromptu grilling/congratulations on your engagement/let's go Mavs party. To catch everyone up: Bryan got down on his knee and popped the question this weekend and she has the ring to prove it. In regards to the Dallas Mavericks, first playoff game was a smashing win!

Okay, okay. My real stance:

Good Day Sunshine!

Finally, the sun has made an appearance in Portland. Which has caused a reaction of appearances: my sunglasses, sandals, flowers and more colors, longer walks, reading outside, and downtown Portland. Our garden is sprouting tulips and shrubs and the front porch is covered in white petals which makes me feel like I'm walking down the wedding aisle every time I go in/out of my front door. Huzzah for the sun!

I met up with Dwight at Powells on Wednesday. He has been living in the city since last August and had somehow resisted the magnetic pull of this bookstore. How did he do it? Scientists are currently analyzing and gathering empirical data. Was it in his water? Hermetic-ism? He's deaf to the call of the sirens? After browsing the grounds for a few hours we went back to his place and watched Nate Robinson jump over Dwight Howard. Of course, after this inspiration, we had to play HORSE; I lost, which isn't shocking since I played B team C string in middle school. I was put in the game twice all year long. I guess I was a liability.

Yesterday, I met up with Ben during his lunch break and after walked around PSU (Papa Bear is wondering how it can be called Portland State University when Portland isn't a state) campus. UTD, I must ask you something, are you the ugliest college campus? I sat outside on a bench across from a statue of Abraham Lincoln and finished the book Ken gave me, His Majesty's Dragon that features talking dragons that splash around in water. I then disguised myself as a college student and hung out in the Student Union for a couple hours. Some guy sat next to me and asked me about my classes and I left feeling awkward.

Today is La Bonita Saturday! And Ben is taking me to Hood River and the falls. Did I mention I love this sunny spring weather?

Dallas Bug Jitters

I'm contemplating homicide. Do you think death of a receptionist (not a salesman) would be so heinous? She's had her years; don't you think the law should have a soft spot for the young girl, fresh out of school just wanting to secure a full time position? Out with the old and in with the new, I say! For those who need catching up, I'm job envious. I've enjoyed temping at the Dussing Group and I wish that I could be hired on as part of the Dussin cast and crew. Likelihood: 0%. If you want a more sanguine estimate: 0.001%. Never worry though, there is always temping!

I'm getting really anxious about visiting Dallas. If I owned a calendar I would be marking down the day with red Xs. I'm already packed...well, mentally. This is preparation for packing in real life. Now it will be breezy! Look out Dallas, I'm ready for ya. I have compiled an ever-growing list (also mental, but now getting the chance for hard copy) of things I want. This is not in order of importance/significance:

1 Homemade cookies (sugar, chocolate chip, noodle candy, russian tea balls?!!!) - Mom will you get on this??
2 Harry Potter-thon - Papa bear, you're my man?
3 Zoo day (s!)/backrubs SQUAWK
4 Senorita Margarita Night!!!
5 Red beans and cornbread, Southern style. Bonbon style
6 Pizza, pizza, pizza! Popeye PIZZA!
7 Backyard camping and BBQ
8 Wino night -- Erin, oblige?
9 Manicure/Pedicure
10 Taco Cabana, Primo Brothers, Genghis Grill (Old Thursday gang for this one?), Luigis, El Fenix, Java (Melinda), Freebirds, Sprinkles, Salt Grass (Melba?)
11 Mommy Movie Friday
12 Woody Allen and the Ponging party
13 Window Shopping/Birthday Exchange...maybe real shopping?
14 AMF Bowling Night
15 The old office drop in + lunch (free)...MEL JULY
16 Bub! Jordan--show me a good time in Ft. Worth?
17 Birthday (mine), Birthday (Martin), Birthday (Melinda)! Celebration anyone?
18 Breakfast at Tiffany's and crepes. Parfaits too? Mimosas??
19 Tuesday Fox and Hound
20 Mahjong 2010!
21 Magnum face-off victory (sorry Michael. Winnings: mocking and Chinese delivery)
22 Mommy Vaughn lunch date and picture session

The dates have been set. I will be enjoying the Oregon wilderness, tent style, over Memorial Day weekend with Bryan, Lizzy and Ben. Campfires, hiking and nature are a must. Beware of bears!

Nothin But Blue Skies From Now On

Portland is proud of their gray weather. I on the other hand, am getting a little tired of walking out my front door to a cloudless, gray day. It makes me lazy and it's really difficult to break from the Land of Nod. I'm ready for summer dresses and strolls in the sunshine, by golly! But, unfortunately the 7 day weather forecast looks something like this: Mostly cloudy, cloudy, 90% chance of rain, more clouds, partly sunny!, 40% chance of rain, highs in the mid-50s, partly cloudy, all cloudy....you get the drift?

I got a call from Boly:Welch offering a temp job at the Old Spaghetti Factory's corporate office. They noticed that I had previous employment at Spaghetti Warehouse and thought this gig might be right up my ally. haha, never mind that I worked as a waitress and not a receptionist. Regardless, I'll take it! For the next four business days I'll be a working girl just like Jane Fonda (except I have the 8-5 hours and hopefully no need to kill my boss).

Last weekend I finally experienced the Farmer's Market. Lizzy and I walked around with umbrellas and browsed the different tents bursting with vegetables, meats, pastas, herbs and other homegrown items. The mushrooms were a top priority purchase for me followed by a breakfast burrito. Lizzy has a green thumb and bought some herbs to plant in her garden. I'm excited about the summer months when the Market doubles in size and is way more bustling. I may even become a weekly customer. Gotta support the local growers!