I think I’m offically becoming a Hanson.
Today at the high school, I gave blood for my fourteenth time, bringing my total donations up to 1.74 gallons (Ha! Take that milk jug!). To donate, they have you answer a round of questions: Have to been to Africa? Have you ever had relations for money? Are you pregnant? The usual sort of stuff.
After that, they do a quick little review of your answers with a nurse, test the iron conent of your blood (Whoo, no anemic!) and take your blood pressure. Of course, during all of this there is small talk between me and the nurse, which is probably because I’m one of the few staff members who donates and so one of the few non-high schooler they see during the day. I’m not sure how it came up, but she said her kids went to Elmira for school, so I threw out the question if she knew one of Jess’s relatives that live in Elmira. As it turns out, she did, which isn’t entirely surprising as they’re fairly well-known through their boat manufacturing business.
What was unusual was that not only did she know them, she was actually related to them and so in turn, I was related by marriage to her. Who would have thought that the person who pricked my finger and tested my blood would end up being related to me by the end of our five minute interaction. I’m sure that would say that this is a regular (if not daily) occurance for her, running into a Hanson or a Hanson off-shoot seems to be a biquarterly activity for her.
This is still a new experience for me, coming from a family where I can count my family and extended family on my fingers and toes while keeping at least one shoe on, many maybe half a mitten.
On Wednesday, we left the Grove and took the ridiculously long drive to Woodburn. We sat on I5, just outside of Eugene for a solid 10 minutes going absolutely nowhere. This is a tradition for me, ever since I left for college, I have had to sit on I5 on the day before Thanksgiving… there are some traditions that should fade away. Jess, Moose, and myself took 99 most of the way after we ditched the main northbound drag. It seemed like half of the people from I5 had the same idea, but the traffic had a little bit more speed to it than the interstate.
We made it to Woodburn, had Thanksgiving where my mom “accidentally” dipped her shrimp into Jessica’s eggnog. Nothing says, “Welcome to the family” like seafood in your nog. He had dinner, watched Moose beat up my parents’ dog, Tolley. Did some required day-after-Thanksgiving shopping. Then it was off to Bend.
Bend was nice and cold. Mostly we hung out with the Hansons, did a little helping out with some firewood, and then went to check out some possibilities for my new vehicle. Jess, her dad, and I went to a couple of car lots and saw too possibilities (though maybe not realistic ones). There was a ’99 Toyota 4Runner, which was pretty sleek… it had the sunroof and everything. Then, I spotted a ’00 Dodge Ram 1500, it was very pretty. It had the extended cab, with the suicide doors, towing package, fog lights. I wanted it very badly. Alas, I still only have one very badly beaten Honda CRV.
Moose had a lot of fun at the Hansons, he was outside almost the whole time, running around, exploring… he’s becoming a regular ranch dog, well, except for his extensive problem with wussiness. He was running and jumping the entire time we were there, but as soon as he hopped into the car and we drove away, he was passed out.
Now I’m back to work, which feels like I haven’t been here in weeks. It’s finals week, translation: lots of grading, lots of paperwork.