Rotary Club, Sports, Survival, Veggie Car, Freds Diner
Kadosh kadosh kadosh adonai sabbaoth.
Today is Alisa Allgood’s birthday. She is someone you know, She is one of those people that know everyone. She’s single, in her 30’s and she has this incredible social energy. But she’s like this childless supermom. She is a total betty. She is an accomplished raft guide – Grand Canyon Guidess and she makes appearances on rivers all over the west. She is our favorite Betty Guide.
She dresses up like a betty mom (like curls her hair up at the ends and puts light pink lipstick on and little skirts, I swear) and she does all these fundraisers and goes to the rotary club meetings (I thought rotary was all old men, like fat, white old men that are just trying to get away from their families and so they have these charity events once in a while to hide the fact that they are just sitting around, drinking and talking about sports – but its not, because chicks are there too- hot Betty Chicks! So get down there!)
Professional sports. Like sports is this thing that people WATCH instead of something that people DO. Everything that is originally our birthright – playing sports, singing, dancing, doing art – these things are relegated to the professionals as we “grow up”. And suddenly no ones having fun anymore, just working really hard to “get ahead” or “survive” as my husband says. And then you take some time to play or make art and its like oooh- must be nice! Some people have to work for a living! A living! That means shitloads of insurance and lawyers to watch your
Survive? I am sitting here at my working computer –(because I bet they have a shitload of busted ones in other countries), next to my working space heater, under a fairly good roof that we even had de-molded so we don’t get any mold diseases – im sitting here in my “free” time expressing myself with the intent to post it on the internet. Of all things! Granted, I do feel the pain of dial-up and right now, my 88 dodge caravan is on her last legs. This is a sad thing. Me, who is ParaNoiD about garbage, about throwing anything out – anything at all- I will soon create the largest piece of garbage of my lifetime- second only to the old vw rabbit diesel rabbit that my husband (future husband at the time) blew the engine of – at 3 am in the middle of wyoming goddammit in 1996? I loved that little car. Green Bean I called her – and could have really BEEN something – I mean she could have E v O L v E d into the Veggie car she was born to be. She could have run on French fry grease from Fred’s Castle Rock in and Retro Diner 2 miles down from our place. She could have BEEN something!
Fred’s is the coolest. Fred has this place that is the last original 1950’s trailer park and fishing camp – down the road (yes, I live in the sticks! Actually it’s a canyon, so I live in the Rocks. It Rocks!) But Fred has the same menu, almost the same prices, the same carpet (yuck!), the same milkshake maker, the same dishes and kitchen gear, the same everything from when he bought the place in the 50’s. I have to do a whole post on Fred.
Today is Alisa Allgood’s birthday. She is someone you know, She is one of those people that know everyone. She’s single, in her 30’s and she has this incredible social energy. But she’s like this childless supermom. She is a total betty. She is an accomplished raft guide – Grand Canyon Guidess and she makes appearances on rivers all over the west. She is our favorite Betty Guide.
She dresses up like a betty mom (like curls her hair up at the ends and puts light pink lipstick on and little skirts, I swear) and she does all these fundraisers and goes to the rotary club meetings (I thought rotary was all old men, like fat, white old men that are just trying to get away from their families and so they have these charity events once in a while to hide the fact that they are just sitting around, drinking and talking about sports – but its not, because chicks are there too- hot Betty Chicks! So get down there!)
Professional sports. Like sports is this thing that people WATCH instead of something that people DO. Everything that is originally our birthright – playing sports, singing, dancing, doing art – these things are relegated to the professionals as we “grow up”. And suddenly no ones having fun anymore, just working really hard to “get ahead” or “survive” as my husband says. And then you take some time to play or make art and its like oooh- must be nice! Some people have to work for a living! A living! That means shitloads of insurance and lawyers to watch your
Survive? I am sitting here at my working computer –(because I bet they have a shitload of busted ones in other countries), next to my working space heater, under a fairly good roof that we even had de-molded so we don’t get any mold diseases – im sitting here in my “free” time expressing myself with the intent to post it on the internet. Of all things! Granted, I do feel the pain of dial-up and right now, my 88 dodge caravan is on her last legs. This is a sad thing. Me, who is ParaNoiD about garbage, about throwing anything out – anything at all- I will soon create the largest piece of garbage of my lifetime- second only to the old vw rabbit diesel rabbit that my husband (future husband at the time) blew the engine of – at 3 am in the middle of wyoming goddammit in 1996? I loved that little car. Green Bean I called her – and could have really BEEN something – I mean she could have E v O L v E d into the Veggie car she was born to be. She could have run on French fry grease from Fred’s Castle Rock in and Retro Diner 2 miles down from our place. She could have BEEN something!
Fred’s is the coolest. Fred has this place that is the last original 1950’s trailer park and fishing camp – down the road (yes, I live in the sticks! Actually it’s a canyon, so I live in the Rocks. It Rocks!) But Fred has the same menu, almost the same prices, the same carpet (yuck!), the same milkshake maker, the same dishes and kitchen gear, the same everything from when he bought the place in the 50’s. I have to do a whole post on Fred.
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