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The Moose, the Lion and the Wardrobe

This past weekend, Jess and I were over in the ‘Burn for my mom’s birthday weekend extravaganza spectacular.  Of which it lived up to its name.  While we were there my mom was trying to pawn off some of their new toys that they have for their dog Tolley.  Now don’t get me wrong, Tolley is a wonderful dog and deserves every little thing he gets, but that dog is spoiled rotten.  There are hidden caches of toys that would normally go to kids, but no, they are reserved for the furry among us.  These toys are stuffed animals, ranging from squirrels and birds, to beavers and stretched out puppies.  Graciously, my parents offered us a couple of toys for Moose because he loves Tolley’s toy so much (he seems to love them more when Tolley has them… or at least loves the opportunity to take them away from him).

Moose came home with a lion that sort of roars and laughs, and a beaver that squeaks.  Ever since we got home, Moose has been completely enthralled and enamored with his lion.  From the moment it came out of the bag, he has been carrying it around gingerly, being very gentle (except for the times when he tries to pluck out the hair of its mane).  When it roars/laughs he bounces around the room then runs into the dinning room and back again, and I mean literally, every time.  When he’s leaned up against the coach and starts to feel tired, his head dropping to the floor, he still doesn’t release his beloved lion.  It sits comfortably (and moistly) in his mouth.

Moose also puts the lion to bed.  I thought it was just an accident at first, but this lion has more rights to Moose’s beds than Moose gives himself.  On the first night that Moose had his lion, I noticed that it was sitting in the middle of his bed in the living room, I figured that it was merely dropped or kicked there.  Then, when I was getting read for bed, I walked into the bedroom to see Moose drop his lion onto his bed and then circle around it.  This was all very cute and funny until the middle of the night when he would shift his weight and we would hear, “ahhhhh ROOOOOAAAAAAAR AHA HAHA HAHAHA!”  It took me at least three times to figure out what it was.  Even tonight, Moose plopped his moist little love-buddy down and circled up in bed.  But what can I say, everyone needs to find that special someone… for some of us, it’s a three inch moist talking lion.


Drop off the Key, Lee… Set Yourself Free

Not much to report, been kind of a slow news week. But I’ll give it a shot:

-Went to the Oregon vs. UCLA Basketball game, I forgot how much I love Mac Court. I still think it would be a shame to replace it. In the spirit of U of O athletics, they lost in the remaining minute of the game. Regardless, I had a good time with Dad and Meg.

-Near the End of next month, I will be on my way down to Reno for a Football Coaches Conference; I’ll be specializing on the defensive line. I’ll be down there for two nights, myself and about 8 other coaches are riding down for the 9+ hour drive (reminiscent of the 10+ hour drive to San Francisco).

-I am still getting up every morning and am at the high school weight room by 6:30.

-Heading to the ‘Burn this weekend, haven’t been home since the holiday season.

-Half way though the school year, counting down the days. I think teachers are giddier about the end of the school year than the kids. Or at least I am.

Not much else happening, I’ll keep your briefed on all the mundane details.

comin’ to town with the briefcase blues

Hey! It’s my annual post-Thanksgiving post. I’m sure y’all have been quaking with anticipation to know what I did over Thanksgiving. You shall wait no longer!For Jess and I, this was our first actual major holiday that we’ve had together in the four-plus years we’ve been together. It was nice having Jess around for a holiday, I think I’ll keep it that way.

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.

That’s pretty much it.

 

 

well, mornin’ came sleepy and mornin’ came slow

Well, the computer has been moved into the living room, so you know what means… Jessica has gone home to Bend and school is over. The typical “adult” facade I’ve been sustaining has been relaxed. Now my life is centered around the coffee table. Dinner: coffee table. TV and computer games: coffee table. Sleeping: coffee table (if I’m really unmotivated.)House news: Everything is going through, it looks like the closing date could be bumped up–which means we can move all of Jess’ and my stuff out of my apartment. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

Wedding news: the webpage (July232005.com) has been updated completely. Take a look.

Future plans: Mariners game on Saturday with Pratt, then hanging out in Woodburn with Meagan and Tolley-Dog, because the parents are currently incommunicado in Newfoundland.

 

what will you leave us this time?

The intention of this past weekend was to go to bend, but we only got as far as Woodburn. The freezing rain and the constant bad weather on all of the passes made the trip fade away. Although, we were able to pull together an impromptu weekend in Woodburn. Saturday was mostly watching movies around the house. On Sunday, Jess, Mom, Dad and I drove up to Portland. Me and Pa, dropped off our missess at the bridal show at the convention center. How come there is never a convention for men to walk away with bags of free stuff. Although, I hear that the apex of the even was the fountain of flowing chocolate. I was wondering if they had a fountain of butter, which would be perfect if you were having popcorn or baked potatoes at your wedding. We can all have our own dreams.While the ladies were doing wedding stuff, Dad and I hung out drinking coffee at Lloyd Center. Our highlight of the day was the screaming noise that was coming from underneath the car. I thought it was a pebble stuck under the break, Mom later thought that the car was going to explode.

And in other news: work is good, school is bad.

 

say goodbye to the old buildings; never cared much for them anyway

A quick update from the field. It’s been almost a week here in woodburn, and most of that time has been spent being dreadfully sick. It just brings up flashbacks from the summer of ’03 (sorry to all of the Bryan Adams fans: not ’69). But I’ll spare you the detail.Things are going well, the car has a new bumper and a new muffler, obviously Christmas came early for this boy.

My plans for here on out is the typical holiday what-have-ya, then on the 28th, I’m going to head to Bend for a bit (weather permitting) to see Jess and pick out (hopefully) a caterer and photographer. Speaking of the wedding, I’ve already got the plane tickets for our trip back east.

Other than that, School (both meanings of school) starts up on the third, so I imagine for the next three to six months I’ll be an exhausted lump of my former self. Stay tuned, there’s lots of fun to be had.

 

 

A hypothetical destination, say, who is this walking man?

It’s time for Woodburn and my second Thanksgiving–with being able to eat the turkey. pretty sweet, huh?Have a good Thanksgiving (I have a standing rule to never use the term “turkey-day” in a serious manner.)

 

leave your conscience at the tone

It’s been another couple of interesting weeks. For the past couple of days I’ve been hanging around the parent’s house, mowin’ some lawn, doin’ some work for my mom–but generally just trying to relax a bit. This is in spite of my insisting that I was going to start reading and researching for my capstone. I’m not disappointed with my decision.

The other day while my mom and I were out, we came by this store in the middle of nowhere, as we were talking to the owners it turns out they had some puppies. “Some” is a light term, they had ten of them. These were little lab/Australian Sheppard mix pups. These little guys were only three weeks old. If I had a house or a place that I wasn’t renting, I believe I would have tried to stuff as many puppies as I could into my pockets and made a break for it.

In my last post I forgot to mention my first actual casino experience. In true Miller form, Greg calls me up at eleven at night saying, “Hey, Well–want to go to a casino.” Having always planned on being spontaneous, I agree. We tried finding other people to go, but they were all too concerned with having jobs to go to in the morning. Greg and I made the hour and a half drive to Spirit Mountain. We got there at half after midnight. We hit up the ATMs, sat down and played some blackjack…for seven hours. I honestly believe that I much better at poker than blackjack, but watching Greg play (after I bottomed out two or three times) I think I learned a lot. Starting with only sixty dollars, at one point, Greg was up over seven-hundred dollars. I have never seen someone win like he did. Me, on the other hand, I was lucky that I made off losing only forty dollars. The ride home was impossible, I am glad that I was not the one driving, I was constantly falling in and out of sleep. We made it back to Eugene around nine in the morning, in my infinite wisdom, stayed up for the rest of the day, making the total number of hours I was a awake near forty hours. And remember, never hit on a dealer’s 15.

I don’t claim to be an ‘A’ student, but I’m tryin’ to be

Personally, I think it is a big mistake giving laptops to college students during class. They may totally avoid the lesson at hand to update their website–as I am showing through example. I’m currently sitting in TED 610: Electronic Learning systems, which is ultra-fancy college of education speak for “making websites”. This is the last of the three Technology in Education classes, the first was “Electronic Teaching Tools”, translation: Using Powerpoint. The second tech class I took was “Handheld Computers” which is the closest actual name to what was taught.


My sister, Meagan, is coming down to Eugene for a couple of days to make an appearance at the U of O’s IntroDUCKtion. It’s going to be weird knowing I have a family member in such close proximity to me for more than an afternoon. For the longest time, I was the only Wells in this town (well, at least this string of Wells). This town ain’t big enough for the two of us, that’s why I’ll leave after this next year. Ultimately, I think it will be a good thing for everybody… I’ll have someone to hang out with since most of my friends have packed up and left town or on the brink of doing so. Having Meg here will allow her to get out of Woodburn, which I strongly suggest for anyone who has grown up or lived in Woodburn for a couple of years. Woodburn can be a like a blackhole, you get one chance to escape the gravity of Woodburn, but if you linger too long–Woodburn can bend and stretch you, and slow down the time of your reality–sucking you back into a motionless state.

What you can’t see is that there was a break of five minutes, because the instructor was displeased with our ‘un-answering’ of his questions. Despite not doing the reading (I had a big paper last night, too busy to read about making a webpage). I got three out of four questions right. Luckily, this quiz was worth only half of one percent of the overall grade… figures, starting off with a “C”.

It’s adios to aviros, tell ’em to stay between the lines

I think that this has been the longest dry-spell of posting. I’ve been neglectful. I’ve been bad, but being bad can be so good. Especially when my office is so hot. My legs stick to my chair. no good.So 2,784 miles driven between Eugene and Woodburn, I’ve completed my marathon commuting. The good news is that that I never fell asleep once at the wheel… not unlinke two years ago where a mid-I5 nap was looking pretty tempting. If anyone needs an update on the daily progress of any of the numerous bridge construction or a detailed layout of where the cops like to sit, I can deliver both. It was nice to have a friendly dog to come home to every night, but I’m glad the driving is over. I maintain that being in your parents’ house all by yourself is one of the most unsettling feelings. It’s like a house of ghosts, but the ghosts will be back at the end of their vacation.

I just got back from Bend, Jess and I went over to visit her family. They have this pretty clydesdale, I think I would really enjoy having a horse–you could dress them up for the holidays, ride them into town to get groceries. At this point I think I am feeling the urge to make a “horse-power” joke, but I’ll resist. That would preceding into what Pratt and Derek Bell would call a “Wellsy”*. But I digress. I really enjoy being at their place, it is nice being away from other houses and there is something very soothing about sleeping to the sound of the Dechutes river… that is until the crossbar in the hide-a-bed wakes you up. Although, I think that my favorite time to go to Bend is in the winter, but I think that is because I had a childhood that was primarily deprived of decent snowfall.

*ok, here’s the Wellsy, “How much horsepower this bad mama-jama got?” “Oh, about one.” Told you it was bad.