A leftover note on the side of the page
I'm waiting for the oven to warm up, so I can make my bride-to-be cinnamon rolls for brekkie. So far, the travel stuff is sorting itself out. Carrie and Alex (Sarah's bride's maids) arrived okay yesterday, as did my mom. Today we get Sarah's mom and Josh! So, while I'm waiting for the "click" of the oven, some stuff that I need to get off my relatively-hairless chest:
A couple of weeks ago, as I was picking up Sarah's birthday present, I walked past a Honda Gold Wing motorcycle (icicle white) with matching travel trailer. First off, if you're taking a trip on your motorcycle and you need to bring a trailer, you've got too much shit! But, as I was remarking to myself on this fact, I noticed the motorbike had a license plate frame that read, "Riding For The Son" above and "Christian Motorcycle Association" below. At this point, I laughed out loud, just as the pudgy middle-aged couple who owned the bike were walking toward it.
As I walked into target, I started plodding through what Bible verses I actually know, thinking, "Hmmm...motorcycle...motorcycle...I don't remember any in the New Testament." The remarkable huberus of it all was just goofy!
"...His followers shall be known unto you. You will see them ride a Honda Gold Wing motorcycle with a white fairing and a killer Blaupunkt stereo and bitchin' matching travel trailer, appropriately tricked out, that it might be pleasing in Thy sight, and that we shall bring glory to the Almighty. Please look with favour on your humble, pudgy servants, O Lord. Let not our two-wheeled vehicle of worship offend Thee, lest we might lose it on a patch of gravel of Thy Divine creation, sending us to Hospital, where we shall snuff it."
Or something like that.
When you travel on the roads of Texas, you notice a strange phenomenon: some beat-up cars and trucks travelling the freeways well below the posted speed. If you get caught behind someone like this, you're likely following someone who's entered the country illegally. It's a tremendous irony: In order not to draw the attention of Customs & Immigration to themselves, they drive the posted speed limit. In so doing, they draw attention to themselves by standing out on a Texas highway like pork tamales at a Bar Mitzvah. The normal posted freeway speeds here are between 55 and 65 miles per hour. People change tires doing at least 75.
Okay...oven's ready. See you all when you get here, and we can all be Oregonians abroad!
A couple of weeks ago, as I was picking up Sarah's birthday present, I walked past a Honda Gold Wing motorcycle (icicle white) with matching travel trailer. First off, if you're taking a trip on your motorcycle and you need to bring a trailer, you've got too much shit! But, as I was remarking to myself on this fact, I noticed the motorbike had a license plate frame that read, "Riding For The Son" above and "Christian Motorcycle Association" below. At this point, I laughed out loud, just as the pudgy middle-aged couple who owned the bike were walking toward it.
As I walked into target, I started plodding through what Bible verses I actually know, thinking, "Hmmm...motorcycle...motorcycle...I don't remember any in the New Testament." The remarkable huberus of it all was just goofy!
"...His followers shall be known unto you. You will see them ride a Honda Gold Wing motorcycle with a white fairing and a killer Blaupunkt stereo and bitchin' matching travel trailer, appropriately tricked out, that it might be pleasing in Thy sight, and that we shall bring glory to the Almighty. Please look with favour on your humble, pudgy servants, O Lord. Let not our two-wheeled vehicle of worship offend Thee, lest we might lose it on a patch of gravel of Thy Divine creation, sending us to Hospital, where we shall snuff it."
Or something like that.
When you travel on the roads of Texas, you notice a strange phenomenon: some beat-up cars and trucks travelling the freeways well below the posted speed. If you get caught behind someone like this, you're likely following someone who's entered the country illegally. It's a tremendous irony: In order not to draw the attention of Customs & Immigration to themselves, they drive the posted speed limit. In so doing, they draw attention to themselves by standing out on a Texas highway like pork tamales at a Bar Mitzvah. The normal posted freeway speeds here are between 55 and 65 miles per hour. People change tires doing at least 75.
Okay...oven's ready. See you all when you get here, and we can all be Oregonians abroad!