Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The Adventures of Ollie and Ray

Ollie and Ray grew up in the same small town. They knew each other from birth, but then again everybody in that town knew each other--since it was so small. No, they knew each other better than they knew anybody else in town; they were best friends. Their families were close long before either one was born, even though Ray was born a couple years before Ollie. Although they were friends before high school, I will not be writing about those years, as their best adventures were had both during and after high school.

One stands out in my mind particularly (It stands that they both had slightly different opinions of the facts of the story, but the ones I heard I will tell you now are from Ray)It began on a cold day, but you probably guessed that because in stories like this, it always does...

Ray was a strapping, adventurous boy. He thrived out in the open air, spending most of his time running, climbing, and exercising in the midst of nature. Conversely, Ollie was always plagued by health conditions, which resulted mostly in physical and mental weakness. It was unfortunate for Ollie that God chose Ray to be his best friend, for he was always a little behind at most games they played together.
It fell that one day Ray heard a rumor of a cave near where he and Ollie lived. The rumor was that in a field just outside of town, underneath a dilapidated windmill, there was a shaft going down fifty feet into the earth. No one knew what was at the bottom of it, but Ollie and Ray decided that it was probably a treasure trove of Dr. Pepper 24-packs. After much complaining by Ollie (who thought the adventure seemed a little, "scary"), they decided to investigate.

As I said earlier, the day was cold. So cold, no one could communicate because their words were freezing and falling to the ground before they reached the people they were talking to. The trip down into the cave was uneventful enough. There was a pole about two inches in diameter that ran all the way down the shaft, and they found it fairly easy to get down to the bottom. You would be shocked to know what they found there...


nothing


Yes, the cave beneath the windmill only contained water and mud. No Dr. Pepper troves (btw, where did the word 'trove' come from?). Disappointed, they began to climb back to the surface.

Since, as you have heard, Ray was so athletic, he scaled the 50 foot shaft in about three seconds (and he didn't even use the pole). Ollie, however, was a different story. His weakness made it very difficult to climb. It might seem strange, but in the midst of his weakness, he was for some reason arrogant about his "abilities." What that means is that as he struggled to haul his body (which was overweight) up the shaft, he was bragging about what an amazing climber he was. Ray discerned this to be a problem and slid back down the pole to Ollie, who was now about thirty feet up. Ray hung on to the pole with his ankles, let go with his hands, and flipped his body upside-down so he could offer his hands to Ollie for assistance. This kind and athletic offer, unfortunately, was given this reply,
"You? Help me? Unbelievable."
Ray persisted, seeing that his friend was in danger, "Ollie, let me help. I don't want to lose you."
But again, Ray's help was shunned: "I'm shunning your help," Ollie said, "In fact, let me show YOU how to climb."
Ollie then made his third mistake of the day* He attempted to show Ray that he could hold on with only one hand while simultaneously putting his feet over his head. He had barely unflexed his pinky before he fell, crashing down from thirty feet onto the rocky floor of the cave. "NNOOOOOOOOOOO!, cried Ray."


Ray did a triple backflip with a half gainer twist off the pole and landed gracefully beside his fallen companion. "Ollie, are you alright?"

no response

The safest thing to do would be to wait for help; but Ray knew that Ollie, whose ankles were covered in blood, would need medical attention soon. Fashioning a crude harness out of tadpole skins, Ray strapped Ollie's limp, large body to his own. Luckily for them both, and at the risk of being redundant, Ray was an amazing athlete. So even though it took two days (actually the climb only took half an hour, the rest of the time was spent catching and skinning the tadpoles), and even though he broke both of his own legs in the climb, Ray got them to the top.
The real bummer was that when they got back to their truck, they discovered the heater wasn't working. That should put how cold it was in perspective for you.

Ray vowed never to tell anyone the story, because he knew that Ollie would be scorned for the weakness he displayed in the cave. To this day, I'm not sure if Ollie has ever said anything...

*the first was being fat
the second was trying to climb something

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Avalanches, Tanks, and Snakes (oh my!)

Hey guys,

I finally figured it out. The purpose of my existence is to bring people to know the Love of our Lord by playing games like tanks (Wii Play), snake (snakegame.net) and avalanche (addictinggames.com).
I haven't fully figured out how this is going to work. I imagine it to be something like this: I am sitting in the McVay's house playing games on their computers when some lost individual walks in off the street and says, "I don't know what I'm looking for in life, all hope is--hey, is that the snake game? Wow, there is no way a computer program like this with thousands of functions could have originated by random chance. There must be a God, will you help me know Him?"
Okay, so maybe that is a little idealistic. After all, in Matthew I guess it doesn't say, "Go ye therefore into the McVay's living room and get comfortable while you hope people from all nations come to you to be discipled."
I get it, God. I'm getting off my butt in front of this computer and am going to make my day count for you.

I encourage you to do the same

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Hick Tales (part one)

Someone asked me what I do for a living the other day...

I am a singer/server at the Prairie Rose Chuckwagon Supper dinner theatre, prairierosechuckwagon.com.
I get paid to tell jokes, wear tight-fitting flowery outfits, and sing old-fashioned cowboy songs to old people; basically Dolly Parton and I have the same job. During the sightseeing part of the evening, I make popcorn in one of the theaters, which usually involves five to ten seconds of small talk. Sometimes I say, "Is this your first time out here?" Most of the time, however, it is started by an older person coming up to me as the Hopalong Cassidy movie plays in the background (Call of the Prairie, copyright 1927 running time 66 min). "Boy, I used to watch these when I was a kid." Always the same comment.
Just once I'd like somebody to shake things up a little bit. It would be so much better if someone walked up to me and said, "Boy, these movies sure are stupid. Here's five hundred dollars."
Last month I was sitting by the popcorn stand when an old man with a heavy texas accent walked up to have this conversation with me:

Tyler: Would you like some popcorn?
Old man: No...

(five second pause)

Old man: I used to watch these when I was a kid.
Tyler: Of course

(ten second pause)

Old man: Do you know who Chuck Johnson is?
Tyler: No sir
Old man: Oh, well he has a ranch in Oklahoma

Tyler: ...

Old man: It's a horse ranch, I saw Hoppy's horse and it reminded me of it.

Tyler: Oh, right...horses

Old man: Figured you might know him

Conversations like that happen all the time. I can especially relate to the scene in Barnyard where the old farmer says, "Itsaceowfarm, therzgonnabeceowsoutside," because unintelligible farmer is the dialect of most of the clientele that I deal with

Sunday, October 12, 2008

The Trinity

Author's note: This post is not about the Godhead

My brother got married to my sister-in-law yesterday, how weird is that?
The wedding was perfect, the setting was perfect, the music was perfect, the food was perfect, the dancing was perfect, she was perfect, and he was okay.

So, I'm not going to blog about the wedding, because there unfortunately was nothing to chastize about it.

I will spend a few sentences talking about Andy's dancing, though.
Andy has really come out of his shell during the last four years or so. Unfortunately for him, that means that instead of everyone assuming he might be able to dance while they watch him standing off to the side, they now know that he has as much rhythm and coordination as a newborn giraffe with cerebral palsy.
Conversely, Emily has quite a bit of coordination and rhythm, so Andy's inability is magnified directly by her ability.
There is a dance he is pretty good at, I call it the "Trinity."
Trinity Academy is a Christian private college-prep high school, with most of its students being awkward white kids. You can imagine what our dances were like (this time, imagine three hundred newborn giraffes all trying to move together).
The Trinity begins wherever you want it to, and ends in a similar fashion. During the move, you...well...move. However you want to, wherever you want to, and whatever you want to. The only specifications for the dance move is that it never looks the same twice and you should never be on beat.

Andy has mastered the Trinity

Friday, October 10, 2008

New Gadgets

Hey guys,
I put some new stuff at the bottom of my blog.

One is fun, the other is funny--win win.
The airplane game is german I think, but the goal is to land the plane just as you are running out of gas. There is a little number in the bottom left hand corner that tells you how much you have left. I figured out the perfect flight path to get you there right as you land, but you guys play it first and see if you can do it. The highest "Note" I have gotten so far is a five.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Women Blogging

No offense, but women are irrational, and men are not. Also women are immature, and men are not.

No, we are not immature
Hey, I said we aren't immature...
Men are NOT IMMATURE!!
Guaaah! *
You're immature, you are!! You're just a stupid GIRL!



As I was saying, there has been a recent influx of women bloggers as of late (I am of course speaking of the two that I know of) and I'm not sure what I think about it.

Actually, one of them is my fiancee, so I'm not even sure what I'm ALLOWED to think about it. I'll go ask her...hang on...


...



...


...Okay, it turns out that women blogging is actually not only acceptable but really cool and possibly even more entertaining than men blogging.

Now that we have that settled, let's talk about some estrogen-filled woman being vice presid--oh hang on... "what molly?"

Okay, men. It seems that that's good also...



*I'm not sure how this particular interjection is pronounced; probably something like "Guahhh!" with the main inflection coming from the back of the throat


CHECK OUT MOLLY'S BLOG EVERYONE! http://mrsbrickley.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Funny stuff I found

Here are some funny answering machine message recordings I found. If you are offended by any of them, remember that I am not the one who suggested them to you.
Ted, George's recording is the one I figured we would be most likely to try.

If you want to skip right to the best part, read the Psychiatric Hotline answering machine
And since I went to Dusty Meadows today, I now know how to help you get to the site with all the stuff I have been talking about.
You just click

HERE!!!!!!!!!


omygosh I think it worked...