High Way 20 Ride

Words can not even describe our highway 20 ride.

Krista, Melissa, Caitlin, Jen, Madeline, and myself packed up Caitlin's Acura (with no name) around 9:45 am Saturday Morning.  Headed to Qdoba for some breakfast burritos for the daring two, but Krista, Caitlin, and I stuck with safeway breakfast which consisted of: donnetts, an M&M cookie, and potato soup.  With substantal stomaches the six of us headed on our way.  The first hour  of the ride was uneventful, I got to ride shot gun, which allowed me to be the DJ, which allowed me to play great Music and be in control of the state of the car.  I loved both.  We estimated arriving at the BBR (black butte ranch) at around 12, maybe 12 30 with some shakey weather. We ended up in Sweet Home Oregon about an hour into the trip.  Where the sky wasn't so blue, but it was where we stopped at safeway...AGAIN. Purchased was two sandwiches, chicken noodle soup (potato was not available in this part of Oregon) and chicken salad which was tasted, then littered in the parking lot (I apologize), and spinach dip (which was apparently good).  We past Le Shawb tires and admired thoose buying chains, but had faith in Caitlin's Acura (no name) to get the job done.  Thirty minutes into the voyage from Sweet Home to BBR.  Caitlin native Californian, got a little nervous of the "black ice" that fellow passengers non chaulently warned us about.  Krista took over the wheel.  Krista grew up going to canyon parties in the snow, so we figured she would know what she was doing.  I was promoted to backseat, but don't worry Madeline rode in the way back the entire time.  Sucks.  Then we decided to offroad Caitlin's Acura (no name) to where we thought we were going.  We had faith in Map Quest, and Eric Kulling's directions, which wouldn't have been farther from wrong.  Literally SO FAR from right.   Almost hitting a tree, driving in the opposite direction, and getting a tour of forest fires in Sisters, Oregon we made the connection that something just was not right.  Being the responsible individual that I am.  I called the local police station.  This is how the conversation went:

Casey:  "this is not an emergency, and I know I probably shouldn't be calling you"
Officer: "um yes mam, how can I help you."
Casey: "so we are trying to get to a gas station, because we don't have gas and we are in the middle of no where"
Officer: "do you know where you are?"
Casey: "no I do not, but don't you have GPS so you can let us know how to get the gas station."
Officer: "yes, you are in sisters, you are twenty minutes from a gas station just follow the path back out to highway 20."
Casey: "thank you SO MUCH."

The rest of the car flabergasted that I just called the local police station, was  thanking me later.  At around 1:30 we headed on our way to a gas station/mcdonalds in Sisters, Oregon passing black butte ranch on the way.  Please take note that 1:30 is an hour and a half past the time we were supposed to arrive.  Natural called one time in the Wilderness which was a new experience for some so that delayed our travels about ten minutes.   In sisters we loaded up Caitlin's Car (no name) and 48 dollars later, we decided a much needed McDonald's meal was needed.  Because of the influence that the media and Super Size Me had on my life I opted out and got some candy instead.  Madeline refused to give a small child her kid's meal toy, and we knew it was time to get out of Sisters, Oregon as fast as possible.  We arrived at the palacial snowy cabin at about 3:00 pm.  Exhausted and ready to drink we set our bags down.  Hoping for a warm welcome, but then realized it was just the six of us.  Ignoring the fact that we didn't have a welcoming party and had wasted four years of our life we cracked open a nice Coors Light and knew the weekend was about to be great. 

Pretentious Cups

So today I was thinking about coffee orders when I was driving back from the dutch brothers drive through, and I began to wonder who REALLY orders some of thoose beverages. Which then got me thinking about some of the orders that I would get when I worked for one month as a barista at paradise bakery.

On my first day someone came in "a regular" costumer as he was known by all the other experienced employees. He ordered a latte. simple. so you think. BUT in his latte he wanted his milk warmed up to a certain degree. 125 degrees. For all of you who aren't aware milk in coffee is heated up to about 130-140, but his needed to be 125.
I was taken back by his order ONE) because it was my first beverage to be made, and TWO) because I knew he was just doing this to be pretentious and unique. You know, the ones that can't wear black when everyone is wearing black, that love to disagree to be unique, can't go anywhere without making a statement, sharing a view. The conforming conformist. (this is a whole other blog)


So you know what I did.....I heated his milk up normally, rang up his tab, and sent him on his way. He came in everyday I worked, and I heated it up to 130, and he never knew. This is probably why I only worked for a month.


Then there is the costumer that says "Yes hi I'll have a tall half-skinny half-1 percent extra hot split quad shot (two shots decaf, two shots regular) latte with whip." (cited as one of the most complicated starbucks orders of all time)
You know what I did to these people. I judged them. I continually judge them.



My last point is: the syrups. Yes the ones you see lined up in a row everytime you pay: there is vanilla, hazelnut, classic, caramel. Those I am fine with.

Then there are: kiwi, coconut, pina colada, and lime. If I ever hear of anyone ordering one of these syrups...I will judge them.


While writing this Melissa is commenting on how she orders because she doesn't like the blog I am writing. So this is what Melissa orders at starbucks: non fat sugar free vanilla latte with no foam. This order sounds delicious......not.


Until next time, keep it simple, keep it classic(syrup), keep it at 130 degrees.

you are such an oxy moron!!

So I really wanted to blog today, started about four posts, and just wasn't finding myself as witty as I could be.  So I pondered a little bit.  Walked around.  Went to Target and bought a jump suit (matching black sweat pants and a black crew neck) That  at the time did not realize was as nerdy as my roommate has labeled it.  So now I'm just sitting here feeling like the left out benchwarmer of the softball team.

The other day someone was looking for something and I said the phrase "it will be the last place you look" which if you think about is SO obvious, and SO annoying for the person frantically looking for their object to  hear.  I apologize Ashley Sanders, and I decided I would wander down the road of thought provoking oxymorons.  

Here are my top five:

1) The future isn't what it used to be.

my reply: how the hell do you know?

2)You have one choice.

my reply: how thoughtful,  youuu dictators.

3)It’s probably a lot worse than it is. 

my reply: wow thanks. I feel GREAT now.

4)Acupuncture is pointless.

my reply: tell that to the needle in your back.

5)Thinking is the last thing on my mind!

my reply: LIAR!!

I have a lot in store this weekend so hopefully a lot to blog about.  

I am going to a sorority dance on Friday. With no Date. COOL.  

I am driving to black butte on Saturday.  With some of my sisters.  Need chains for my tires.  COOL

I am thinking about purchasing rock band.  VERY COOL.

My Car....

So learning how to drive two years ago I find myself to still be pretty timid behind the wheel.  Asking obvious questions like "can I turn right on red" "is there a car next to me" "how do I turn my defrost on"  I constantly have to remind people that although I am 2o years old, I am the driver of a fifteen year old.

I was given the privledge of having a car down at Oregon this year, and I really have grown to love driving.

 I named my car "Harry" which seems very strange to most people, but I've realized that naming my car was one of the best decisions of my life. 

Harry isn't just a car to me, he is a place I can find comfort (black leather seats), someone that will take me places in life (lol)

Some daily occurrences in Harry's life:

People ask if they can ride Harry...which always makes me LOL a little bit...He is too young for that.

People also wave to Harry when they pass his parking spot.  Even though he doesn't respond.  He knows.

Today when Harry needed gas people said Harry was thirsty.  Most expensive beverage I've ever bought.

Harry instead of having to drive two hours this weekend is going to get a lot of exercise.  And is getting some chains for his new sneakers, good as Nikes.

I even had my car parked in an illegal parking spot this week, and Harry was the only car who didn't get a ticket.  So even though Harry is a delinquent, he was just moved and is now grounded.

People littered in Harry this weekend, and his feelings were hurt.  He doesn't like it dirty. 

So even when times get tough, and friendships fade away, I know that Harry will be by my side.  I know we are really going places...at least for another 100000 miles.  

The Gym.

I would like to start off by apologizing to all my avid blog readers.  I realize how long it has been since I last blogged, but life has been kind of crazy.  And in the battle between the books and the blog, the books won.  By books I mean school books, and facebook. 

I was at Coffee this morning with my sister and friend Melissa, and we started talking about the gym.  I had a seven day period last year where I went to the gym twice a day.  It was great I woke up at 6am had a glass of OJ, headed to the treadmill, went to classes, ate a hearty lunch, and was back at the rec.  It was great.  I felt great, endorphines were flying.  Then I said ADIOS rec center.

While talking to Melissa I came to the conclusion that I feel that the rec is just a really competitive atmosphere. 

 There are the (GYDOLS) The gym models.  The girls that go there looking really nice. They never go on the equipment, they hide in the lockerroom.  Drink out of there smartwater, and leave about forty minutes later. Make up intact, sweat no where to be found, and the only glow they have is from there primer they put on forty minutes ago.

There are the (GYOCKYS) The cocky gym guys.  You know who they are they are the ones who stand by the bench press, lift it two times, wear the cut off tees, grunt, check out girls, and go home.

There are the (GYELDERLY) The old people and the people who seem like they are extremely old, they are the people that walk as slowly as humanly possible around the track and just take up space.

And there are THESE people.  These are the ones I have the BIGGEST problem with.  The reason I DO NOT attend work out sessions at the gym.  

These are the Jimmies (Gymmies)  They are the ones that look perfect, healthy, fit, the perfection.  They are the people that are on the tredmill for hours.  That lift weights with the perfect form.  That have the coolest nike shorts and running shoes.  And you constantly wonder what is playing in their Ipod that keeps them going for hours on end, and this is what I want to say to them.

It is OK to stop at 30 minutes at the tredmill.

It is OK to give someone else a chance at the gym.

Go home, eat some M&Ms.  Take a nap.  

Give someone else a chance.

The gym has done its justice to you.  It is TIME to go home.