Another little bit of me.

Found this on Keri's site and got a kick out of it.


I feel the need to point out that I'm an atheist so I'm not quite sure what drove me to take the test. Perhaps I took it BECAUSE I'm an athiest and I knew I'd get a kick out of it.

Ah, the mysteries of the world will never cease.

A little story: Many moons ago, when I was but a wee child, I went hunting with my father. My brother always went hunting with my father and I was a bit jealous that I was not allowed to go on a regular basis. Yes, I'm a girl but, dammit! I can do what he can do, right? We should be treated the same, right? But I digress...

For as long as I can remember, the family went hunting in Eastern Washington, in an area near Yakima. Everyone knows the area now and I feel as though the charm is now missing. I feel like the area that only my father, brother and our friends knew about has some how been stolen by interlopers. That area is called George. As you know, there is a gorge at George that everyone has figured out is a kick ass natural amphitheater. It annoys me. I don't know why. It just does.

Once, when I was about 8, my father was off hunting and he called home, collect, from a payphone. Back then, I recall, the operator always asked you where you were calling from. I still wonder why they asked. Couldn't they tell on their little switchboard dealy? Anyway, Dad stopped off at Martha's Inn, a fantastic restaurant just outside of George to give us a call to let us know what he was up to. Back then, George was "Population 4" and had a Karate studio and... well... they had a Karate studio.

So the operator asks Dad where he's calling. "Port Orchard, Washington," he says.

"Where are you calling from?"

"George"

"Excuse me? George? Is that a town?"

"Yes. I'm in George, Washington."

"What? Come on, now..."

"Yes. That's where I am. It's a town called 'George' in Washington."

"You're kidding me...

"I'm serious. I'm in George."

"And where, exactly, in Washington is George, sir?" asks the operator, dripping with sarcasm.

"It's next to Martha's Inn."

"*click*"

".... hello?..."

It took Dad a moment to realize that not everyone knows where Martha's Inn is located, especially if they don't hunt. At some point, while waiting for another operator to come on the line for his second attempt, he remembered that Martha Washington was the first First Lady. Oops.