sickies

I sickies. It's so dreary here lately. It was raining in So.Cal. last weekend. My mom exclaimed, "it's raining so hard!" amidst the light showers in Orange.

Me and my mama.

We did a new procedure today at work- my doctor surgically inserted implantable collamer lenses (or contact lenses) in 7 highly nearsighted patients. One of them passed out at his same day post-op visit and two more almost puked.

I'm really bad in those situations. The only pukey people I know how to take care of are drunk people, but I'm usually drunk as well so who knows if I really can take care of them. Maybe I just remember taking care of them.

When the guy passed out I ran around looking for help instead of helping the poor guy. I mean, he turned mustard yellow!! But he survived.

Bear has been Pascha and Sascha. He stayed with Grandma Wolf over Memorial Day wknd, and slept over with Uncle Max (the cat) for the first time. He came home with a fat lip; I think that Max kicked his ass.

Can't wait for the weekend, I think I will read in bed all the days long.

weekendry

I'm kind of planning a wedding.

I've been engaged for 7 months now, but haven't set a date. I just went to a coworker's bachelorette party and she was engaged just a few weeks before me. She's getting married in a couple of weeks.

I've really tried to sort through all of the reasons why I wouldn't want to plan this joyous occasion - after all, this is what I've dreamed about since I was a little girl. There are myriad reasons, for which I will save for another story.

In any case I've decided that time is ticking and I probably should get married before my eggs stop dropping. So Peter and I went to look at a place this weekend.

It's called Applegate Valley Ranch http://applegatevalleyranch.com/index.html and my first impression was that it was open and pretty and sort of country. The owners operate a bed and breakfast on the grounds but also host weddings. This is a view of the backdrop where the ceremony could be held.


And this is where the reception could be -under this large oak tree. It looks small in pictures but I think we could do a lot with it. There's dance floor the owner brings out and also a deck for the d.j.

So we'll see. No date for you to save yet.

Although I am not Miss Wedding Planner Extravaganza, driving to Applegate Valley made me all swooney over Southern Oregon all over again. As much as I miss my family, friends, beach and shopping in So. Cal., I moved here because Oregon's landscape made me fall head over heels. I never knew I could like nature so much.

Having a wedding here will be so beautiful, no matter where we have it.

To wash the wedding planning taste from my mouth we went on some friends' new boat on Sunday on Emigrant lake. It was so effing hot in Medford, like 102 degrees!

Peter wore his long sleeves to protect his porcelain skin.

The End.

go go go

We saw Speed Racer last night, but totally forgot to do acid beforehand. Even without the acid the movie was a blast to watch in the theater.

Luckily, I heard a snippet of a story on Speed Racer on NPR in the morning, so I was more apt to watch the movie when Peter suggested it last night. I have a bad habit of labeling newer movies loosely based on comic books and cartoons as "stupid," especially when Peter wants to see them. But the NPR story gave me some historical context for the movie, so I felt like I was in the know.

The movie was fun, but packed with maybe one too many car races for me. I couldn't help but think about Nascar fans during the movie - there are a ton of them where I live and I don't know if I'll ever understand their passion for watching cars loop around the same track for hours. But the race tracks in this movie knocked Nascar out of the water, so even if you don't love Coors light and cars you will still be entertained.

Catch up

Yesterday was Turkaloo, today is Stuckey.

Cinco de Mayo

Happy 5th O' May. I had two beers tonight, count 'em, dos cervasas.
Listened to U2 and Jimmy Buffett, and had some chocolate that did not go well with beer. Can't get more Mexican than that.

Bear was tired today, due to a 90 minute walk we went on yesterday. It was a walk that was uphill both ways. I love walking, even though a part of me thinks I shouldn't. My coach for one semester of crew in college told us that only old ladies walk at the crack of dawn, which was supposed to inspire us to haul ass up hills at 5 in the morning. I think that if I was in the habit of eating breakfast back then I may have lasted in crew for more than one semester. That and if I had been at least a foot taller.

What did you do for your fifth of May?

hello hello

In spite of my anti-blog attitude (that I've never verbally expressed) I've finally succumb to the world wide web. WWW. Wade Wang Wolf. (that's a possible baby name btw). We'll see how things go, Peter said he would read my blog.

Speaking of, tonight I went to The Zone Bar and Grill and saw a tan version of Peter - let's call him ta-peter. Honestly, he didn't look much like Peter minus his red hair. I think that will defn. be a category in my blog : "redheads in Southern Oregon and why they exist." Any of my friends here know that I think there is a redheaded conspiracy in the Rogue Valley. They are everywhere and it makes me nervous.

Another category: names for Bear. This is a daily activity I enjoy-coming up with different names to call my dog. Bear "the lumberjack," Bogens Jay, Bearsofina, Clementine, and Llewelyn are just a few. Please feel free to chime in.