Monday, January 5, 2009

What's with the extra "R"?

Mom: He lives in Warshington.

Sister: Mom, there's no "R" in Washington.

Mom: Yes there is, listen: W-A-R-S-H-I-N-G-T-O-N.

Sister: *Sigh* You added the "R" when you said it. There is no "R." Just like there is no "R" in washrag or washing machine.

Mom: Uh, yes there is! Warshrag - warshing machine! See??

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


I feel the Red Circle of Death strangling me only after one conversation about what defines a Christian and someone's supposed unChristian behavior which apparently can be called unChristian if they do not give people whatever they ask for, even if it's illegal to do so.

I feel nauseated.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

More bears with no reason to hibernate

Mom went through her fridge today and put all her leftovers in a bucket with plans on feeding it to the bears. She says she has six visiting her now. If I was one of those bears, I wouldn't hibernate. Why, when the local Crazy Lady is willing to feed me all winter?

Friday, September 26, 2008

What's in your freezer?

Most people store food in their freezers. Others hide jewelry or money in them. My Mom stores "neat" dead animals in them.

She found this baby weasel in the driveway. I'm not sure why she decided to keep it, possibly because she wanted to show it to all her friends.

This is so natural for her that she didn't even warn me. I opened the door, looked to my right and found myself eye to whisker with this frozen animal lying on a bag of broccoli and cauliflower. Mom just giggled and then proceeded to pick it up and show me how cool it was, along with a description of how its long body was curled up..."like this."

I'm not kidding.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Talking to Mom on the phone now...

She had another bear incident last night. Mom let one of her dogs, Boo, outside to pee when Boo ran down the road, barking. Mom jumped in her car with a gun and a rechargeable jumbo flashlight in time to see a bear chasing Boo down the road. I'd like to point out here real quick that most people wouldn't respond to a barking dog with a loaded rifle, cheap ass flashlight and a quick drive in a dented Subaru down the road. But this is my Mom here, a woman who spread rumors of a militia in her neighborhood during a taped news interview. But that is a story for another day.

Anyway, so Mom yelled, "hey hey hey" at the bear causing it to stop and run in the bushes where it sat staring at her. She heard more noise in another bush and then some woofing and a baby bear crying. It's no wonder either, I can imagine her throaty yell is quite scary to anyone, let alone a baby animal. It is somewhat blood curdling and often causes the hair to stand on my arms. After 30+ years I'm still not used to it.

I guess Mom's bro, Uncle S. is planning on making bear salami.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

First, An Intro. The Good Stuff Comes Later

Faythe here.

I'd like to give a quick little background on my parents before I begin writing stories about them on here. Having that kind of information will make it easier to see exactly where and how I got my own kind of Crazy from.

Let's begin with my Dad. He was born in Oregon in 1930, the youngest of 5 kids. He went to college, moved to Southern California and became from what I understand, a technical writer. When L. Ron Hubbard first started up Dianetics, my Dad got involved and was one of the first people to start taking classes in the late 50s. I don't know how long he was into Scientology, but it wasn't for very long, and if you ask him about it now he thinks they're a bunch of kooks. My Dad was very shy, and he still hadn't yet gotten married at the age of 41 when he met my mother in 1971.

My mother, on the other hand was born (in 1953) and raised in Los Angeles, the middle child of 5 kids. She graduated from her second high school (she got kicked out of the first one--I can't remember what she did, but by today's standards it was pretty tame) and met my dad through a personal ad in the paper. At first she thought he was too old, but when she realized she could get out of the house if she eloped with him, she thought that was a great idea.

And so, after my parents got married and my mom moved out of her parent's house, they decided to move. For some reason they figured they'd move back to Oregon, but not just any old place. My Dad wanted to live out in the middle of nowhere, and so when I was 9 months old, my parents drove up to Oregon, found 12 acres of land in the middle of nowhere and my Dad got to work building a house, which took 4 years to complete. I lived there for 17 years until I went to college and moved to Eugene. My parents decided to move to Eugene as well, and our old house in Deadwood has since completely collapsed and nature has taken it back. I think this says more about my Dad's building skills than anything else...

Living such an isolated life for so long can really amplify the Crazy. Also, if you weren't Crazy before, it'll make you Crazy. My parents may have lived in Eugene for over 15 years so far, but I'm not kidding when I tell you it doesn't matter. Which is why I find Rayleen's situation infinitely more amusing than my own because her Mom is dedicated to the country life, will live out there until the day she dies, and it's only going to get worse!

So! Stay tuned for my next entry where I write about examples of my Dad's fear of doctors and where that leaves him!

Oh, and I just want to add that despite how crazy my parents are, I myself would have no problem living near them again. In fact, I mention this to Ryan once in a while and he just about has a heart attack! Something about how everyone he's ever met from Oregon is a wacko and how he could never live in a state where there's so many wackos in one spot.