Boxing Day Skating Trip

     Yesterday the GBC youth group went on their sixth annual skating trip at Winterfest at the BOK Center. Courtney and Caleb wanted me to tag along, so I ended up going, too. Figured Dylan needed company, or else he'd be surrounded by a bunch of middle-school and freshmen girls and the only other guys would be 12-year-olds. We talked about the upcoming T4G conference with Steven, otherwise just kind of hung out people-watching. Had a bunch of Owl City songs running through my head all day, which was nice. Got to thinking about Liesel the bipolar cat,  she disappeared about four years ago, and we'd bought Mom her Kindle three years ago. (Both marked by events at previous skatings.)

     We got there before anybody else, so we waited for a while until Callie and Marie K. showed up, and laughed as Courtney chased down the van to get her coat. It was straight out of any movie where somebody's chasing the school bus. Pretty funny. Then Dylan and Paige came by, and finally Steven and Jamie with Bennett, Trenton, Allison, Laura, MattieGrace, Wesley DeSpain, Bailey, Libby and Lilya.
     Most of them hadn't been ice-skating before, so we had to give advice on skate size, how to tie the laces, things like that. There were a ton of people out skating; so many that it wasn't much fun. I only went two laps, just didn't feel like crashing into random strangers all the time. So I mostly kept an eye on people from the sideline near the corner wall. There was a bunch of crashing into the boards, but nothing serious. Not for any of the GBC kids, anyway. This older man hit the ice hard in the middle of the rink, got a concussion. They had a medical team come out there and work on him for about fifteen minutes, then it took around twenty-five more minutes longer until an ambulance came; they loaded him up on the stretcher-board and everything. It was pretty bad.
     Texted Sam, " 'Eating' the youth group kids at the skating rink. Not quite the same, lol." (That skating rink is where we met.) She answers back, "Hahahahahahaha you remember that?!" (Inside joke based on her phone's autocorrect. While in Louisville at T4G, I was sitting in the hotel room after the day's session had ended, we were texting back and forth one night. "Watcha doing?" "Watching basketball on TV with Josh and Dylan. What about you?" "Just eating the kids, not much  going on." I can't let this pass without saying something. "Yum!" She replies back very quickly: "Oh my gosh, no! I meant 'watching', not 'eating'!" Thereafter it meant watching or babysitting younger siblings.) Sort of interesting in a "funny how things can from one compartment of our world can blend over into a different part" way, Elizabeth ate lunch yesterday at the restaurant where Sam works.
      So I mostly watched folks skating while Steven hollered encouragement to people, Jamie snapped pictures, trying to get the hang of her Canon Rebel, and we tried to figure out how everyone was going to get to the Steeleys' afterward.

     There was a White Elephant deal going on, I ended up getting a free battered paperback copy of Jane Eyre, which I was very happy with. Not one of my all-time favorites, but it's a good piece of literature, an interesting look at a time period far different than our own. And it has a ton of amazing insults; which are so intelligent they unfortunately can't be used in modern language because no one would be able to decipher what they mean. Courtney got a box of Russell Stover chocolates, and Caleb got a toothbrush, which he said he needed. So it went pretty well for our family.
     Dylan beat me pretty handily three times in a row in ping pong, I need more practice. And then I lost a close one to Courtney. Steven, Dylan and I then played HORSE in the driveway, none of us had played basketball in forever, all our hands were pretty much frozen and half the backboard was still missing, Steven won.
     Courtney had a good time with her friends, Caleb did too, I think, I didn't see where he was most of the time. There was a game of flashlight tag going on, that probably explains it. I kind of drifted from one place to the next, listening to the parents talk about the guy's accident, the Duck Dynasty controversy and the history of boomerangs; petting the Steeleys' beagle Lulu, trying to teach Allison and Cole the right way to play ping pong, that type of thing.

      Headed to Muskogee tonight to Honor Heights to see the Christmas-light display, then tomorrow going to Westville. Probably going to reread a book or two from Bodie Thoene's Zion Covenant series, hopefully get a bit farther on the next BCM SWAT short story or my rankings of Pixar movies.

Christmas Music Special

     It's the day before/The night before Christmas... I couldn't resist. It's a quote, from a song, from a Christmas musical...yeah. It's from the opening song in "The Mystery of the Manger", where a choir director preparing for a Christmas musical and the kids try to help a reporter understand the true meaning of the holiday. The Okmulgee homeschool group put it on about six years ago, I played Mr. Evans the choir director to Annette's Jane Blonde.
   
     Sunday night was GBC's Christmas-music special, it was a nice time. About a hundred people showed up, which is nearly half the church;  there were a bunch of visitors, too - friends and extended family and former members all coming to spend a night of music and snacks and visiting.

     It began with "O Come All Ye Faithful" as a congregation, then Mr. Boyd read through John 1:1-14, followed by the welcoming announcements and a prayer. Then it was time for a song called "Glory Be To God", written by Charles Wesley and rearranged by Sovereign Grace Music's Bob Kauflin. It's sort of new, we haven't learned it completely yet. Then the youth group sang another Sovereign Grace song, "Christ the Lord is Born Today", with Laura on piano, Bennett and Wesley DeSpain on guitars, and Garrett on bass. They did well; and as they all sat back down Amy calls out "Good job, Courtney!" Everyone cracks up.
     Then another pause for Scripture reading, from Matthew 1:18-25, and the congregation sang "The First Noel". Seth Ferguson then played "Carol of the Bells" and "What Child is This?" on piano, that was good.
     Next was Luke 2:1-20, and afterward the singing of "Hark! the Herald Angels Sing" as a congregation. MattieGrace Ferguson then played "How Great Our Joy" on piano, which was good. Those Fergusons are fantastic pianists. Courtney and I played "Go Tell It On the Mountain", me fingerpicking on Abby Lee while she tabbed the melody on her mandolin. The congregation then sang "Angels We Have Heard on High", and it was time for another reading, this time from Matthew 2:1-12.
     The Fergusons then sang "Just a Closer Walk with Thee", it was Mrs. Ferguson, Kerra, Laura and MattieGrace, with Matt playing guitar. Mary Beth wouldn't stay with her Aunt Stefanie or Libby Buckmaster, so Mrs. Ferguson just carried her up there and they worked around her crying. Everyone giggles. Anyway, they did great. Paul Stefan played a medley of Christmas songs on his violin, Isaiah 9:2, 6-7 was read, the congregation sang "Joy To the World" and then it was time for the closing prayer.

     I kept Amy company most of the fellowship time, she needed somebody to talk to. Talked to Dylan for a bit, met a couple people I hadn't known the names of, said hello to the Wilsons and Kaitlin. Trevor ran around playing spies or something with his friends, Caleb was somewhere, and Courtney was hanging out with her pals.
     There's just something so wonderful about singing together, playing music, that makes those times so special. It felt like it was really Christmastime, not like it snuck up on us like it usually seems to. I'm not really sure how it sounded, I was kind of completely focused on only thinking about the note just ahead of my fingers, but I think it probably went all right. Didn't get any video or audio recording, though - left that stuff at home. Courtney said a lot of people stopped her and said they enjoyed it. It was good to play music, glad that I was able to share it with people.

Home Is Where Your Cat Is

     This title was one of the analogies I came up with for that Literature assignment a couple months ago. Unlike most of the others, I didn't have to strain for something to fit, it just clearly leaped out. And it's true.

     Over the last few days, I've finished both the last third of that massive small-town America history and that Louis L'Amour sort-of-autobiography, and now I'm halfway through reading a biography of Seabiscuit the racehorse for the second or third time, and also halfway through the first Mitford book, which would be about the fifth time I've read that.
      Very nice to get to read non-textbooks, get to study the way they're written, learn about the information and story they present, and get to highlight interesting passages.
   
     Courtney wanted me to play something with her for the church's Christmas-music night this Sunday, so I think we're gonna go with "Go Tell It On the Mountain", we'll see how it goes.
     Caleb and Trevor have had me working pretty often as a video game troubleshooter(or maybe that should be "human cheat code"?) solving levels they've been stuck on.

     Everybody else went to Westville today, I haven't been feeling very well, so I stayed home with Rags and Banjo. He's (verrrrry sloooooowlllly) warming up to me being around the house, but I'm still terrifying.
     It's that end-of-semester nastiness that takes forever to recover from; wasn't feeling very good Sunday morning, but needed to go to church. Mr. Gundersen's Sunday School message was from John 17 where Jesus is praying in the Garden of Gethsemene, the sermon was on the Parable of the Talents, but Amy was kind of loud, so I took her out into the hallway and missed the last twenty minutes. Talked to Cassie for a bit, which was good to catch up, chatted for a bit with Ryan McNeil and several other people, and also talked with Dylan for a while, that was good. And met Josh's new girlfriend.

     Gotten most of my laundry done by now, haven't gotten it all folded or anything yet, but I'll get to it.
     Most of tonight has been spent on the couch by the Christmas tree reading with Rags sprawled across my lap. Might sound a little boring, but it was really enjoyable. Baked some cookies(most of which I then ate), swept a bit, played guitar, that kind of thing. I guess I'm content to stick around the house and do everyday things to relax, I'm all right with not doing something crazy or constantly hanging 67777777777777777-p00000000]
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000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000188558 That was Rags stomping on my laptop keyboard. Let's try that sentence again: I'm all right with not doing something crazy for vacation or constantly hanging out with friends 24/7 while on break. It's not bad to do those things; just isn't my thing to want to do those all the time.

     This hasn't been the greatest year ever, but it hasn't quite always been the worst, either. It's been long, and rather dark, and frustrating sometimes, though. And at times I've been completely pulverized by circumstances and worries and stress and grief. But God's been faithful, He's carried me through it all. And I've learned a lot. Not as much as I'd like, and the growth has been in fits and starts, but I've survived. And there's been good times with Sunny  or Copper or the goats. It's been very nice to be able to spend Friday nights with Grandpa and Robbie, also nice to occasionally visit the Galdamezes. Thankful that I agreed to join the BCM's SWAT group, that's been interesting, met some good people through the BCM. Hearing from Daniel once in a while, staying in contact with Jessica, Amanda, Jon, Ash and others from camp and YT, providing "the large-scale support network of encouragement and sympathy, laughter and advice of friendship as we try to help each other through this life we live", as I wrote in a Comp II essay. Way too many people from church to mention all by name have been a blessing in their own ways. There was the YT reunion, and serving as a camp counselor in July. And volunteering at a Missouri homeless shelter during a snowstorm over spring break. Discovered a ton of fantastic old poetry.

     Just found out I got five A's for five classes this semester, it's good to know you've met your goals. I guess the world wouldn't have ended if I'd gotten a B in something, but I would've been really disappointed in myself. So I guess we'll just see how this upcoming semester goes, Lord willing, it will repeat itself again. Also, I have an orthodonist appointment in the morning. And I need to shave. And go Christmas shopping. I should probably try to get some sleep first, though.

Welcome to Christmas Break

     The fall 2013 semester is now over with, I'm happy to say.

     Yes, I'll miss people I've gotten to know, and I didn't learn as much as I would have liked in some subjects, but we're never really going to learn everything. So we just kind of have to get as much as we can out of the material and time we're given to work with. And I'll see friends again soon, probably, most of them, and then I may have another class later on with some of the teachers. 

     Monday night's late-night breakfast was moved a day later because of the ice storm, it was a slick walk from Ross to the UC, where it was held in the caf. There was A TON of students there; far, far too many people than ought to be in one place at the same time outside a convention or sporting event. And the food wasn't even that good, but it was at least better than usual. Thought about singing karaoke, but didn't. 

      Wednesday's Latin test went pretty well, I think, not sure on the final grade yet. On Tuesday the DeSpains mailed a finals survival snack package with a note, that was neat. Unfortunately, it was very well taped, and in opening the Wheat Thins box they were packaged in I sliced my left hand open pretty deep. Small cut, but it bled an awful lot. Sort of joking, but serious, I ask on Facebook if anybody on campus had any spare Band-Aids. Bree says "Yeah, I've got some." She gives me a couple, that covers it for a while. 

     Thursday morning I was woken up by my phone ringing just after eight, didn't recognize the number, so I ignored it, no message. About half an hour later it rang again, this number looked vaguely familiar. "Hello?" "Hi, Wes. This is Olivia," (Sort of an unofficial RA/landlord person for the faith-based floor) "I didn't wake you up or anything, did I?" "No, not really. What's up?"  "Well, Allison was trying to make sure Steven is ready to take a final at 9, she couldn't get a hold of him. Could you go see if he's still asleep, and wake him up so he gets to his test on time?" "Um, sure, yeah, I can do that." I knock lightly on his door, then jiggle the handle a couple times. After a minute he opens it sleepily. "Hey....sorry about that...the girls wanted to make sure you got to your test on time." "Thanks. What time is it?" I look at my watch. "8:36." That wakes him up. "Okay...whew. Well, thanks, Wes." 

     The Tahlequah Christmas parade was that night, I'd made sure to grab an early dinner and run back to the dorm, since the route went across Grand Avenue and all the parking lots would be filled with parade-watchers. Besides, it was sort of cold. So instead I watched The Big Green on Netflix and kept track of the little-noticed details. 

      It was an unusual day, but I lived through it a little easier than expected. 

     Got a 100 on my psych quiz on Friday, it took me 32 minutes to finish the test and I was one of the last two students to finish. And with that, it was time to head home, cause it was CHRISTMAS BREAK! And so I packed my stuff into the van and we headed home. ...At least until Muskogee, where I realized I forgot to pack my clothes, so we had to go back and get them, and the dorms close at five. We get back at 4:40, I race up the five flights of stairs, dodging people on the way, grab all the clothes in a big handful, then ride back down the Creepy Elevator of Death and we're off again, for real this time, at 4:48.  

     Dad's East Central Christmas dinner was that night, so we were immediately off to that. There was some good food. 

     Got to sleep around midnight, woke up terrified at 2:38 a.m. because of a nightmare. It was one of those cinematic dreams with plot, I was trapped in this building that was being blown up by the Green Goblin and some ice-controlling other villain who looked a little like the Joker. And there wasn't any sign of Spider-Man anywhere nearby. I get back to sleep pretty quickly, somehow(probably due to zombie-ness) near 3 and sleep until about 8, when Rags wakes me up. I fall half-asleep again, then wake up for good about 10:20, get up about 10:40. 

     I think I'm either just getting over or just coming down with something, since my immune system is kinda depleted with dealing with stress and everything. So haven't felt exactly great, but not really sick either. Mostly just extremely exhausted with a cough and chest congestion. It's irritating. 

     Just been reading, mostly, today, finished that history of small town America, and gotten most of the way through Louis L'Amour's semiautobiographical book The Education of a Wandering Man. Also played dominoes with Mom and Courtney, and there was a lot of Wii-playing while lamenting that all the best video games were for the PlayStation 2. 

     Church in the morning, probably, then I need to begin catching up on laundry. Not sure what else, other than a lot of reading and board-game playing and cat-petting and at some point Christmas shopping. 

Mostly-Unknown Facts About "The Big Green"

     I love The Big Green, one of those movies I grew up watching. Part of the fun of memorizing dialogue and camera-angle changes and everything else is that then you can spend the movie searching for hidden little background details, some of which I've listed here. (I was bored, okay? And already packed for Christmas break and studied up for my psych final tomorrow.)

     The population of Elma, Texas, was 2,367 when the welcome sign was first installed. As the town got smaller, two other figures were spray-painted on below that number and then crossed out, the current number is somewhere around 923 residents. There is no such town in existence. Tom tracks down Juan and his mom in Garrettville, which doesn't exist, either. Elma is part of Lane County, which is also fictional.

     The local high school's teams were known as the Armadillos, according to the billboard Anna Montgomery drives by off Route 49 in the beginning. Elma High won 3A football state titles in 1968, 1969, 1974, 1975 and 1976.

     The bag of Cheetos the birds eat off the boys is Super Sized, and the Cheetos are the puffed kind.

     Anna's last name is Montgomery, Tom's last name is Palmer, and then the full names of the kids are Evan Schiff, Larry Musgrove, Jeffrey Luttrell, Newt Shaw, Kate Douglas, Juan Morales, Tak Yomato, Nick Anderssen, Sophia Convertino, Polly Nielson and Sue and Lou Gates.
     Kate's alcoholic dad is Ed, Larry's bartender father is Cookie and Polly's mom is Brenda, who is married to Darius.

     Sue and Lou have asthma, Tak can burp the ABCs, Kate's parents are divorced and Larry's dad has a job. These are all the responses we know of to Anna's questioning what makes each of the kids special once she meets them on the first day of school. Kate also whittles on her desk with a huge pocketknife(three times), and the bench outside Polly's mom's gas station.

     In the scene where we first meet Sheriff Tom, there's a flier on the wall that says the "Cowboy's Professional Rodeo Association Finals" will be held somewhere unreadable, the date is hard to read, but appears to be December 13, 1996. Nobody caught the misplaced apostrophe? And there would be a flier posted for something that will happen a whole year away?

     Anna is left-handed, because when Tom meets her while she's on her run, her watch is on her right wrist, and also when she's wearing a different watch while teaching math. (Kate is also left-handed, as seen in when talking about being a cashier at the Piggly-Wiggly.)

     Unleaded gasoline was selling for 98 cents a gallon at the Texaco station, regular gasoline was $1.15 a gallon. A black-and-white two-year-old dog named Bubba is lost, according to the sign on the door, there's a reward out for him. There's also an upcoming BBQ supper for the volunteer fire department on Saturday the 9th at the high school, $5 a plate.

     The principal mispronounces Juan's name when introducing him, she says it "Joo-wan More-ray-leese." Larry calls geography class "geology" class.

     Tom describes soccer to Newt as "kind of like kickball, mixed with that-there hockey."

     Anna drives a maroon Mercedes convertible, license-plate number 344-570, and it has two bumper stickers on the back. Tom's patrol car has a license-plate number of 530-743.

     Besides the Big Green(green/white jerseys) and the Knights(black/silver), other teams in the league include the Terminators(royal blue/white), the Ninjas(white/black/red), the Walking Dead(red/white), the Buccaneers(red/black), and the Vikings(orange/white).

     I love all the shots from ground level during the games, following along behind the ball. My favorite line of all time about team spirit is where Sophia yells back at the Knights taunting the group, "We're not the Nothings from Nowhere! We're the Elma Nothings!"

     In the team-naming scene, Larry sums up Tom's job as "giving out speeding tickets and cleaning up dead animals off the highway." Coach Anna's four areas of practice are Fitness, Tactics, Technique and Game Psychology. Her first running session lasts for twelve minutes.

     One of the things Anna teaches in class is how to use the proper editing symbols for needed capitalization, period insertion, comma insertion, adding something in later you forgot to include, and adding punctuation marks.

     When scoring on Larry in practice, Juan first knees the ball three times, then heads it twenty-two times in a row before shooting.

     In the rain-soccer scene(one of my favorite montages in all cinematic history), there's a black Lab that decides to join in on the fun, so it's not just Ernie the goat that plays the game!

     Besides Ernie the Goat(owned by Polly), that black Lab in the rain game, and the five cows that get loose, there's a gigantic German shepherd-looking dog on the truck in the junkyard when Tom recruits Newt, and some type of sheepdog in Larry's dad's bar. Could any of those dogs be the missing Bubba?

     Jersey numbers for the team: 0 Larry, 2-A Sue, 2-B Lou, 4 Evan, 8 Nick,  9 Sophia, 10 Juan,  11 Jeffrey, 12 Polly, 13 Kate, 14 Tak, 85 Newt.

     The Big Green's regular season record is 7-2-1 according to the chalk marks, but they pick up another win somewhere before the title game, as the announcer says their record is 8-2-1. Maybe there were semifinal games played?

     Jay Huffer's normal job is an auditor for the IRS. (Can the guy get any less-likable?) Also, Larry's dad's bar has a Christmas tree in the back corner by the pool table.

     One of the cars sitting around the Morales' trailer park is a silver Pontiac Firebird.

     The Big Green score fourteen goals that we see during the movie. During the shootout, the order chosen is Juan, Kate, Nick, and Sophia, with Newt volunteering to take the last shot. Juan sinks his kick into the low left corner. Kate nails her shot chest-high left-center, Sophia crushes the ball into the high left corner.  Nick's ball sails just over the top bar right of center. And finally, Newt, of course, wins the game on the final kick.

     We don't really know much of who plays where position-wise, other than Larry is goalie(obviously), Juan is mentioned as center halfback, and based on her relentless pesky ball-swiping attempts, Polly is a defender.

     Not only did the kids win the Austin Junior Division league during Anna's time in the teaching exchange program, but their test scores rose all the way to fourth-highest in the whole state.

Five Years Ago

     I actually started this post late Saturday night, waiting to publish it until today, trying to sum up somewhat what I'm trying to say. Snowed in with nothing to do, you get a lot of time to think. And that can kind of drive you crazy, particularly when you're already stressed out...

     It's been five years since the fire. Sometimes it seems like December 12, 2008 was just yesterday, other times more like a lifetime ago...Five years may not sound like that long ago, but it's been a quarter of my life. That's kind of a lot.

     A lot of things have happened. Gotten closer to Courtney, gotten to know the Lankfords better, moved three times, started this blog, cold-read Shakespeare scripts, covered many sporting events for the papers, survived the SAT, had a lot of crazy experiences with friends, both good and bad.  Who knew washing dishes or buying Scotch tape could be so memorable?

      Learned a lot about home construction, prone to hyperventilating whenever I smell smoke or something burning now. Traveled a thousand miles away and personally saw so much of our nation's history....the Lincoln Memorial, Arlington, the Smithsonians, the Newseum....Road trip to Kentucky with a bunch of guys obsessed with Panera bagels.

     Gone Christmas caroling with friends in a lot of different settings, learned to play guitar and mandolin, attended a Brad Paisley concert, and helped lead worship music for the youth group.

     Graduated from high school, dealt with all the stressful details of that, figuring out which college to attend, answering people's questions, giving a speech with my tassel flopping constantly into my face.

     Starting college, and all that entailed. I've dropped into depths I didn't know existed; and found encouragement in the most unexpected sources.

     Been able to pray with and for brothers and sisters in Christ all over the country, try to help each other grow in Christ-likeness. Life would have been much different without those folks I met in southwest Missouri, and all the things that have spawned from that. Gotten to volunteer at a homeless shelter for a few days.

     Yeah, it's been a long time. But God is faithful, He's kept us going through everything, and I know I've grown a lot from the experiences and events of life. Things change fast, sometimes even in an hour. And there's always going to be things changing and rearranging. Might not be ideal all the time to us, but everything will somehow work in some way to further God's glory.
      Five years from now, I'll be 25. Other than that, I have no idea what life will be like. Guess it'll be an interesting ride, wherever it leads. New challenges? They'll be there. But so too will the tools to live through and learn from them. Hopefully my faith will be strengthened and I'll be able to encourage others and help them when possible. What that might look like, where I'll be, not sure. Guess we'll find out.

Ecclesiastes 7:14 (NIV) - "When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider: God has made the one as well as the other. Therefore a man cannot discover anything about his future."
Ecclesiastes 12:13-14 (NIV) - "Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man. For God will bring every deed into judgment, including every hidden thing, whether it is good or evil."

Go With the Flow

This is the second part of the series of short stories based on our SWAT skits, the first part can be found here. 

“Here you go, Mary, here’s today’s mail.” Frank the mailman said, handing her the letters and bills of the day, plus several random magazines that came periodically without reason.

“Thanks, Frank. Oh, this is for you.” she answered, taking the mail and handing him a plastic container.

“Um…thank you, I think. What is it?”

“Some cookies and fudge, just call it a sort of thank-you present for your good work over the year. And with the weather getting colder, we’ve just felt like baking a lot, so…” Mary shrugged with a smile.

“Okay. Thanks. This wouldn’t be any….what do you call it, Christian charity, would it?” Frank asked with suspicion.

“Some people think of it that way, but it’s just cookies.” she replied carefully.

“Well, whatever you want to call it.” He rolled his Jeep Cherokee down to the next house.

  Mary turned back inside, pausing to let Raindrop outside before stepping in. “Why can’t you be more like your mother?” she directed this comment to the frolicking black-and-white dog, knowing she’d ask to come back inside at the most inopportune time.

“Because…eh….well. Isn’t it obvious?” Janie tried to answer this without crossing the line, mistakingly thinking the question was meant for her.

“I was talking to the dog.”

“Oh.”

“Guys! Be quiet! And grab the phone. We’ve got a chance to win tickets to Go With the Flow.”  Pete hissed.

“Really?!” Mary flew to the house phone.

“Yeah, K95. They’re gonna have Quentin Gage and Candy Karpinski promoting their new movie, and even the Killer from Slice and Dice. Maddie was telling me about it.”

Janie whipped her phone from her jeans and began dialing the radio station’s number.

Tense pause.

“Hey! It’s ringing.” Pete said hopefully.

His mom and sister watched anxiously.

“Hi, you’ve reached K95, this is Jim. You’re caller number ten; which means you’ll get a chance to play for tickets to Go With the Flow. You ready?”

“Uh, yes; yes, I am.” He made frantic motions to turn on the radio, Janie vaulted across the room and flicked it on.

“Okay, what’s your name, and where are you from?”  Jim the radio host asked. 

“Pete Morgan, and I’m from Ritter Hill.”  

“Mmkayy….I’m gonna put you on hold for a minute, and then when these songs are over we’ll play for the tickets, all right?”

“Okay.”

“Can you believe this?” he mouthed. They shook their heads.

“Come on, bro…you got this.” Janie breathed.

“Oh, I hope you win! That’d be so awesome…” Mary squealed.

Pete raised an eyebrow and made a “shh” gesture.

“MOM!” Janie snapped, exasperated.

“Hello, folks, we’ve got Pete from Ritter Hill today, he’ll be playing for tickets to go see an upcoming episode of the Go With the Flow game show.” Jim told the radio audience. “Pete, you ready?”

“Ready.”

“Okay, here’s the plan. We’ll ask you four questions, and you have to answer them all in ten seconds, but you have to answer them wrong, got it?” Jim’s co-host Kelly asked.

“Okay, I think I got it,” he nodded.

“Okay, then. Time will start when I finish reading the first question.”

Mary and Janie, huddled by the radio, looked at each other, wondering what could be so hard about this. Wasn’t there usually a catch to these radio and TV call-in contests?

“Here we go….How many months are in a year?” Jim asked.

“Four.” Pete replied immediately.

Mary and Janie’s jaws dropped. “How did he even…”

“What’s the opposite of ‘big’?” Kelly asked.

“Giant.” Pete answered promptly.

Mary shook her head.

“What planet do we live on?” Kelly asked again.

“Mars.”

A dishtowel was being furiously wrung by an agitated Mary.

“What river runs through Tulsa?” Jim asked the final question.

Pete’s reply didn’t come instantly, there was a fraction of a second of silence. Don’t say Arkansas, he thought to himself. “The…Missouri.” That is a real river, isn’t it?

Clapping could be heard from the radio station. “You just won yourself four tickets to go see a taping of Go With the Flow, man!” Jim congratulated. “Which station do you spell country with?”

“It’s spelled K95.5 FM.” Pete grinned.

Some behind-the-scenes sounds, the radio started playing Brad Paisley’s “Welcome to the Future”, then Kelly spoke up again. Janie turned the radio off.

“Okay, I just need to get your information, so we’ll know who to hold the tickets for, and then you can just come by the station and pick ‘em up, okay?”

After a few more minutes, he hung up.

“I don’t even believe it…” Janie was shaking her head, grinning.

“That was AWESOME, Pete! Wasn’t it, Yahoo?!” Mary danced their newest of the pack, a brown mixed-breed Lab, around in a circle. He didn’t think much of the dancing lesson.

“No way I could have done that, answering all those questions wrong in that short of time.”

“Me neither!” Janie agreed.

He shrugged. “Well…”

“Guess it doesn’t hurt to be dating the cousin of a game-show host, huh, son?” George said later that night once he’d gotten home from work.

“DaaaAAAddd….it’s not….We’re not dating right now. Anymore.” He coughed, looking to Janie for rescue.

“Dad, Pete and Maddie never were officially going out. With TJ, that kinda…well. And it’s not like that had anything to do with him winning the tickets.”

“Well, actually, she told me what day and time K95 would be running the contest…”

“Whatever you want to call it, like I said, it doesn’t hurt.” George said.

Pete and Janie rolled their eyes and bolted out of the room as quickly as they could.

“They weren’t ‘officially’ going out? What’s that supposed to mean? How is it ‘official’, then?” George asked his wife in a moment of 21st century-father confusion.  

Mary merely smiled to herself as she cleaned up the table from dinner.

“I think it means you’re being too nosy, dear.”

  

They were in Kansas City, the show was traveling around the country while the building the permanent set was in was undergoing a remodel, and producers thought taking it around the country might boost ratings. George had to work, but the rest of the family was there in the audience, along with Maddie Kojak, Pete’s one-time girlfriend and a close collaborator with Janie on different theatrical pursuits. She was also the cousin of the show’s host, Matt, and occasionally filled in for him when necessary.

“I can’t believe we’re actually here!” Mary exclaimed wonderingly for what must have been at least the nineteenth time that day. “Well, Mom…we are.” Janie said, giggling nervously. “That’s right, Rapunzel.” agreed Pete. She looked at him. “That was exactly the same tone as when Rapunzel says ‘That’s the funny thing about birthdays; they’re kind of an annual thing.’ in Tangled.” “Got it now.”

“Nice work, Snoopy.” Maddie said, high-fiving him. “Come on, guys, follow me.”

“But they’re about to start filming soon.”

She grinned. “It’s cool, don’t worry about it. We’ll be back in plenty of time.”

They followed her, rather uncertainly at first. Maddie confidently took a left into a space that clearly didn’t exist before, nodded at one of the security guys and held up a lanyard. “It’s okay, Ricardo, they’re with me. Do y’all have a date for the wedding set by now?”

“Hey, Miss Maddie, good to see you again. Wasn’t expecting to, though-“ “Just as audience member today.”

“Oh, I see.” (To the Morgans) “Enjoy your tour!” (To Maddie) “April 28th, kinda worried. Lauren is getting a little obsessed with the details.”

“It’s a girl thing. You’ll survive, don’t worry.”

They continued on, stopping at a cubicle with a mirror and a bunch of makeup. “Knock knock,” Maddie said brightly.

A man in a suit jacket and dressy Levi’s entered from somewhere. “Hey, Madd! How you doing?!” He gave her a bear hug. He also whispered something into her ear. “We ran into some trouble…gonna have to pick somebody from the audience.” “Think I can handle that.” she whispered back.

“I’m doing great,” she said in a normal tone. “Came up here with some friends, thought I’d surprise ‘em with the backstage look around. You mind?”

“Course not. Come on in, you guys.”

“Is that really….?” Janie hissed in Pete’s ear. “I think, yes.” He hissed back.

“I’m Matt, nice to meet you guys.”

Handshakes and introductions all around.

“Can I….could I have a picture with you?” Mary asked nervously. “This is, like, my favorite game show of all time.”

“Wow, even more than Jeopardy? I’m impressed.” Matt said. “Of course I don’t mind.” (To someone in the corridor.) “Hey, Stephen, can you snap a few pics for us? Friends of Maddie’s.”

“Thanks so much, it was great to meet you.” They all were slightly in shock as they left.

“Hey, Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“I finally talked Mom into giving you Deb’s fudge pecan pie recipe.”

“No. Way. Seriously?”

“Yep. Here it is.” She handed him the recipe, stored from somewhere in her purse. “Could I pick up those autographs for them that I asked for?”

“Sure can…they’re right here.” He pulled them from a drawer, along with a special oversize index card embossed with the official silver and lime green show logo and sticky putty on one side. She tucked them into her purse. “Thanks, I’ll see ya soon.”

Maddie quickly caught up to the others and they hurried back to their seats, dodging cameras and stage lights along the way, cables were strewn all over the floor, they looked highly trippable to the Morgans.

Eventually the lights came on, cameras were positioned right, the audience silenced, and a big flashing red sign marked “ON AIR” started blinking.

Matt Kojak strolled confidently onto the stage, greeting the camera with a grin and nod. The audience went wild. “Thank you, thank you, everyone! Welcome to Go With the Flow! It’s the game show where everyone’s a winner. (As long as they agree.) I’m your host, Matt Kojak, and today’s show is a special celebrity edition, with all winnings going to local charities.”

The crowd approved this statement.

“So, with that out of the way, let’s meet our contestants! You’ll recognize our first guest as Colin Thayer from the blockbuster hit movie Return to Titanic,  widely regarded by many magazines as one of the hottest young men alive – give a warm welcome to Quentin Gage!”

The women watching, who composed most of the audience, went into hysterics.

“Nice, huh?” Maddie nudged Janie, grinning. Except she wasn’t there…

“Uh, Janie…?”

She was racing up to the stage screaming, “OH MY GOSH, IT’S QUENTIN!!!” and locked herself in a death grip on one leg. Matt frowned, and nodded at Rebecca the security guard to get her off. “No, no! I LOVE YOUUU, QUENTIN!!!!!!” as she was dragged away.

“Crap…” Pete muttered, watching the scene.

 “Well, she sure thought you were looking good today, Quentin. Welcome to the show.” Matt smoothly snapped back into polished TV personality mode.

“I always look good.” The actor replied with careless flair. Most of the women swooned. Those who didn’t loudly voiced their agreement.

Matt smiled blandly. “Of course.”

“Let’s meet our next contestant,” he continued. “She’s an…international TV movie star, everybody’s dream girl, Candy Karpinski!”

Now the men in the audience loudly voiced their approval.

Candy waltzed into her seat in the row and sat down.

“Thanks for taking part in our show, Candy. What charity are you going to donate your winnings to today?”

She reflected an instant, then declared, “Women today are not treated with respect today, Matt, so I want to combat that by giving my money to a shelter for battered women.”

Quentin, and Matt, and most of the men in the audience merely stared at her.

“Pete!” Maddie smacked him lightly on the head.

            “Matt, are you listening to me?” Candy sounded irritated.

“Actually, I have no idea what you just said. But you looked great saying it.”

Candy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, disgusted.

“But that sounds like a great cause, don’t you think so, Quentin?”

Still ogling her, the actor replied “Whatever, man.”

“Okay…” Matt motioned for him to move to the end chair, to give her some space.

“Let’s meet our third contestant. He’s known the world over, even though no one has ever seen his face – please welcome the Killer from Slice and Dice!”

Loud applause, mostly from the younger people.

Two terrified teens, one of which was Janie, raced across the stage screaming. In their wake came a figure clad in black robes and a cowl with a hideous skull-like blood-red tattoo covering his face, waving a machete around. Janie almost plowed into Matt in her hurry to escape. He stepped in front of the masked figure.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! There’ll be plenty of time for that after the show. For now, let’s win some money for charity, okay? Just sit down right there…” he motioned to the seat between Quentin and Candy.

“Our final guest, Barney the Purple Dinosaur, couldn’t be here today because we discovered he wasn’t famous anymore.” Loud groans, as well as some chuckles, from the audience. Somebody hollered, “Say it ain’t so!”

Matt winced, sharing their pain. “Yes, I’m afraid it’s true…so, that means we’ll have to find a fourth contestant. Reach under your seat, and if you’ve got an index card taped there, then you’re our lucky fourth contestant!”

Most heads in the audience disappeared as people ducked to see if they might be the person.

“AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Mary squealed. “That’s me, that’s me!!!!!!!”

The host grinned. “Well, come on down! You’re about to Go With the Flow!”

Mary raced down there excitedly, Pete reveled in his mother’s joy. Beside him, Maddie grinned. “You did not….” he started to say.

“Guilty. But don’t you dare tell.”

“What’s your name, and where are you from?” Matt asked the randomly-selected audience contestant.

“Um…my name is Mary, and I’m from Tulsa, Oklahoma.”

“Okay, Mary from Tulsa, do you know the rules to Go With the Flow?” Matt asked.

“Of course she does.” Pete snorted.

Blank stare from Mary, she froze. Candy was feeling sorry for her, recalling the myriad of auditions she’d flunked. Quentin was wondering where to get a good burger after the show, and the actor behind the Killer’s mask was trying to figure out how he wound up doing this.

“Uh, Matt…..I know the rules, I love this show, but with all the excitement….they disappeared.”

“Mom?” Pete did a double take.

“Okay, that’s all right, sometimes we can just get a little rattled,” Matt said swiftly. “It’s really simple; I ask a question, and the person who controls the board answers. Then the rest of you say whether you agree or not. If you all go with the flow and agree, then you win $500 for charity! How’s that sound?”

“Sounds great.”

“And what charity are you going to donate your winnings to today?”

Mary thought a second. “I’ll donate them to Grace Bible Church in Tulsa.”

“Okay, I’m sure they could use the money and put it to good use.” The audience chuckled at Matt’s flippant remark.

“You’ll get the first question,” he continued, looking at Mary. “Say you come across someone lying hurt and bleeding on the road. What would you do?”

“What is ‘I would help them’?”

“Wrong show.” More giggles from the crowd. “But that’s a good answer, though. How about you, Quentin?”

“Me too, Bob. For sure.”

“My name is Matt. Candy?”

“Of course I would help them.” Candy replied charmingly.

“Killer?”

The Killer thought a minute, shrugged, then gave a thumbs-up sign.

“Way to go with the flow! Looks like we’ve just won $500 for charity.” The audience went wild.

“Next question: Quentin, you’re at a huge Hollywood party with all your friends and entourage and hangers-on and paparazzi and everything, and there’s several producers you want to impress there, too. Somebody at the party offers you some marijuana. What do you do?”

The star thought a minute. “Well, it’s a little hard to imagine a party where everyone’s not trying to impress me, but I’m an actor, so I’ll try.”

“Good idea,” Matt dropped dryly.

“I’d have to say that I would smoke that joint, and definitely inhale and enjoy it.”

“Mmkayy…there’s his answer. What do you say, Candy?”

“…I guess so. I mean, it’s for charity, right?”

Matt shrugged. “Sure, whatever you want to believe. Killer?”

The Killer held a make-believe joint up to his lips and took a big drag. The crowd went wild.

“Looks like everybody else is going with the flow, so it’s up to you.” Matt said to Mary.

“No, I wouldn’t do that! It’s bad for you. And it’s illegal!”

Everyone looked startled. Matt frowned.

“That – that’s going against the flow. No money awarded for that one…You’re sure you understand the rules?”

“Yes, I understand.” Mary answered composedly.

“All right…let’s try again. Candy, you’re offered the lead role in a major upcoming movie, but if you accept the part, you’ll have to do several steamy love scenes. Will you do it?”

With the slightest twinge of irony, she said, “I’m assuming it’s essential to the plot of the movie.”

“Always seems to be, doesn’t it?” the host fired back quickly, with seeming perfect seriousness.

“You’re right. Sure, I’ll do it.”

“How ‘bout you, Quent? I can call you Quent, right?”

“No.”

“Okay, sorry, Quentin.”

“I pardon you.” (Pause) “What was the question?”

“Would you do a steamy love scene?” Matt was thinking to himself that being a game-show host wasn’t always what it seemed like it was cracked up to be. Maddie was feeling grateful that this situation didn’t come up on a day when she was hosting.

“Sure thing, Pat.” Quentin replied carelessly.

“It’s Matt. Killer?”

The Killer jumped up and started to disrobe. Matt leaped in front of him, hiding the scene from the cameras.

“Killer, stop! This is a family show! And we don’t want to get the FCC involved, that would be bad for everybody. And so…just, this isn’t the place.”

The Killer nodded and meekly sat back down.

“Well, would you do it?” Matt quickly got things back on track, directing the question to Mary.

She looked shocked. “No way!!!”

Now Matt looked shocked. “She…she did it again, folks. You’re still going against the flow. No money awarded – again.”

“How stupid can you be?” Quentin asked angrily.

“Just go with the flow! It’s for charity.” Candy pleaded.

“Okay, everyone, I’m sure we can all agree on this one. For the Killer; if you were guaranteed that nobody would catch you, would you murder a complete stranger for a million dollars?”

The Killer brandished his machete and swung it across his throat. Mary scooted her chair a couple inches in the other direction.

“Who am I kidding? He’d do it for free.” Matt tossed this aside to the audience. They chuckled in appreciation. “Quentin?”

“Sure, it’s just one person.”

Matt frowned. This show really was not going according to plan today. “Okay…that’s a little scary, but we’ll accept it. Candy?”

“I’d kill ‘em and then give the money to charity.”

“How sweet. Okay, Mary, it’s up to you; Will you go with the flow?”

“You people are insane! No, I would not kill a random stranger.”

The Killer brandished his knife and moved towards Mary. Matt leaped forwards again to stop him from inflicting any real damage.

“No murders on the show! That’s not allowed, either!”

The Killer stormed offstage.

“This is the lamest thing I’ve ever done! I’m firing my publicist.” Quentin fumed, stalking away.

“We hardly have any money for charity. How can you be so heartless?” Candy implored, almost in tears.

“Well…you’ve kind of ruined the show today. What do you have to say for yourself?” Matt asked Mary.

She bit her lip, then said, “…I guess sometimes you just gotta do the right thing and stand up against the flow sometimes.”

“Well….whatever helps you sleep at night. Sorry for the show today, folks; hopefully we’ll someone more willing to go with the flow tomorrow. Until then, I’m Matt Kojak, signing off.”

The blinking red “ON AIR” sign shut off, leaving the studio audience rather stunned. 

This is the skit I based it on.  The character of Maddie was created because I was sick with a sinus infection and couldn't talk, so Samantha had to learn my lines on two days' notice, with the only backstory being that she was Matt's cousin, all the rest was invented for this adaption. 

Bedlam 2013 Quotes

     A collection of Bedlam-related posts by me and people I know. A recap of the game can be found here.

Wes: "Of all days to freak out, stupid TV signals..." (Facebook)

Elizabeth: "NSU is determined not to let anyone watch this game." (Facebook)

Elizabeth: "Dedication is watching the Bedlam game even though the sound is crapped out on Channel 8. Thanks NSU!" (Twitter)

Morgan: "GET THE SOUND FIXED NSU." (Twitter)

Wes: "Remember that time when we watched Bedlam in Ross's lounge without the sound in a snowstorm?" (Facebook)

Danielle: "There's too much red in Stillwater right now." (Facebook)

Wes: "There's a camera guy on the sidelines in all-camo coveralls...yep, this is Oklahoma." (Twitter)

Ryan W. "Holy crap. What a game!" (Facebook) (He's an OU fan.)

Derek: "I'm not sure I believe what I just saw." (Facebook) (He is, too.)

Shelley: "Must leave FB because I'm DVRing the game and you guys will mess that up if I stay too long." (Facebook) (So is she.)

Wes: "......Well. That was a fantastic game, though." (Facebook)

Shelly: "Now, THAT was a great game!!!!" (OU fan.)

Elizabeth: "Oh, it's a great day. Boomer Sooner!" (Facebook)

Derek: "Really happy for Blake Bell right now. This kid's been on the athletic roller coaster this year, kept his head up, persevered, and was ready when opportunity presented itself." (Facebook)

Maddie: "To all my celebrating OU fans, I just want it duly noted that the call on the OSU interception was the ONLY reason OU won...and that call was a load of crap." (Facebook)

Levi: "To those who don't know their history, a Sooner is a thief. That's all, have a nice evening." (Facebook)

Snowed (and Iced) In

     Snow is a good thing, we need more of it more often.

     Ice....not so much.

     Church was canceled Sunday, so mostly just sat around in my dorm and alternately froze and was scorched by the heater. Went up to the gas station, needed some protein bars. Also uploaded some pictures to Facebook, worked on a new short story. Heard from Amanda. Then skated down to the BCM for some pancakes, the end-of-semester all-campus pancake feed went well.  Also went for a walk that night. Been doing that a lot this past week.

     Talked to Ash on Saturday night, it was good to hear from her.

     Campus was closed yesterday, moving all scheduled finals back to Wednesday. That hasn't gone over so well. Neither has being iced in. We're all "this close" to exploding, which is why sarcasm levels are set to "scathing" setting, it's the only way to survive. Physical energy levels are extremely low. Mentally, we're running at 12,000 mph...

     Watched Thor Sunday night, and Captain America last night. Also checked on the streets and sidewalks of campus, except for a pond you could nearly play hockey on covering the entirety of Leoser's parking lot, campus is in nearly perfect condition. Downtown still needs some work, but it's highly walkable. (Maybe I should go down to Morgan's this week, haven't been in about a month.)

     REALLY wanted to sing 80's rock songs at the top of my lungs, or play volleyball, or something... Just to give this energy an outlet somehow. I don't like being cooped up inside with severe quietness and boredom as companions. Too much like all of last year.

     Lots of things running through my head, I've been thinking way too much. Lots of quotes, too, mostly from friends. And The Sound of Music and the following exchange from Toy Story:  Woody: "It's not a LASER! It's a little light bulb that blinks!" Hamm: "What's with him?" Mr. Potato Head: "Laser envy."

     Probably some more studying today, not sure what else. I just need a 6 on my Latin final tomorrow to pass with an A.

New Short Story

I was bored this weekend, and snowed in. Needed a new project to fix up to keep me occupied when not studying for finals. 

Imagine, if you will, an ordinary family in eastern Oklahoma, though they could really live anywhere in the country. Almost remarkable in their ordinariness; for that happens so little nowadays…George met Mary just after college, they got married and have stayed together for a little more than twenty years. It wasn’t perfect, of course, and at times things didn’t go too smoothly, but overall they tolerated each other’s quirks reasonably well, things worked out nicely. They had two children, daughter Janie and son Pete, both of whom were now teenagers who insulted each other constantly and were typically disgusted and embarrassed by their parents’ ways of doing things. But they all had a strong sense of family, and that was the glue that kept them together and ruled the day. That loyalty didn’t prevent dysfunction, however – Most people they knew would point to them as a family that was great to be around, but don’t copy their parenting style or anything. But it worked for them.

One of the main rules, probably the main one; could be summed up by this phrase, coined by Janie one day: “The basic theme of our road trips is like, once we get there, you ask, ‘…But did we die?’ And that pretty much sums up everything.” Almost anything went – which, actually, explains a lot…like the menagerie of animals, or the spur-of-the-moment musicals through Wal-Mart. They were very experienced at improv.

Anyway, they lived in a rather ordinary house in the middle of the smallish community called Ritter Hill. It had a basement, which was unusual, and the place was generally strewn about with books of every description. Neighbors were friendly, but mostly kept their distance, besides Mrs. Sylvia Bird, an energetic, enthusiastic busybody who was extremely involved with her church’s activities; and That Helpful Guy, nobody could remember his name(was it Don?), but he usually had just the right tools for fixing a broken sink or starting the car or whatever else might be needed. 

They spent most of their time in that basement, there was a ping pong table in one corner, a pool table in the other, and then several couches and chairs and stuff. Heated table tennis battles could ensue, complete with smashed lips and stinging kneecaps. And one of Pete’s friends once broke his thumb by mistake while playing.

George needed a car, the old one was wearing out, and Jane and Pete’s was falling apart, so it was time to find something new. So….well, I’ll let him tell the story.

I was at the used car dealership, dealing with one of my least favorite people on the planet, Bill Vann. He is just…such a used-car salesman. And he is so hard to bargain with. But this time I had a plan, and I’d clued Mary and the kids in on it. I was hoping to find the cheapest gas-saver I could come across, assuming it still worked. (Being Bill….I wasn’t so sure. Had lots of experience with his lemons.) He came along up beside me.

“LOOKING AT BUYING A NEW CAR TODAY?!”

I stepped back, couldn’t help it. “Well, yes. Yes, I am. Maybe you could help me find what I’m looking for.”

He looked flattered, and boomed on. “Of COURSE, George! That’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?! Yes, you look like the type of customer searching for a sporty new pickup, am I right? Now, this would be for you, wouldn’t it?”

“Well, not quite…it’s kind of for me, but –“

“Oh, well, OF COURSE! It’s for your wife, Miriam, isn’t it?! Or is the kids, Jenny and…Piper?”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s Mary. Mary, Janie and Pete. I was actually looking more along the lines of a gas-sipper, if you have anything like that. In reasonable condition, of course.”

“Yes, yes. There are some right over here this way…” He grimaced slightly, guiding me along towards his somewhat-more-reputable offerings, tucked away into the back corner of the lot.

“What could you tell me about this one?” I pointed to an old Rabbit, it looked to be in one piece.

“WELL, you OBVIOUSLY know a GREAT DEAL when you see one! This 1982 Volkswagen Rabbit is very reasonably priced, doesn’t use much gas at all. And would you take a look at that upholstery?!” (I was. It was a hideous reddish-mauve color, looked like pleather. Quite loud and ugly.) “Uh-huh…” I said in acknowledgement.

“The color is VERY popular this year, and take a listen to this horn!” He honked the horn, it sounded something like “Eenk, eenk!” “Hmm….” I nodded appreciatively. (The interior, like I said, was a disastrous shade of depressing 70’s crimson, and the outside was blindingly orange, of a rather sickening color. Made you want to throw up just looking at it.)  

“Isn’t that just a GRREAT horn?! WHAT a horn. Any man would be PROUD to park this in HIS OWN DRIVEWAY, eh, George?! What do you say?”

“Hmm…” I again nodded appreciatively, considering. If I agreed, he’d be sure to knock the price down to something extremely reasonable, and then I’d have enough to pay That Helpful Guy to fix all the broken parts. And it looked hideous, for sure. More so than I intended, but…it would run well. And there were plenty of worse-looking cars out there, right? The important part was that it got you where you wanted to go. They’d understand.

There. I won this time, and wouldn’t have to deal with him again for several years, hopefully. So I drove it home and left the blue Olds Intrigue at the Auto Zone near the dealership, I’d pick it up later.

I park it in the driveway, then get out and push it the rest of the way up nearby to the garage door.

“Mary! Kids! Look what the old man brought home!”

(Interrupting here, it was mostly a typical Saturday at home. This is what was going on inside.)

“Twisss-TER….” Mary was using that “you are so in trouble, dog” tone. The blonde beagle/Lhasa Apso mix scurried off the couch and went to hide under the kitchen table. “Whatcha watching?” she asked Janie.

“Return to Titanic.”

 “Again?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“No reason…it’s just, like, the ninth time you’ve seen it.”

“Wellll…..yeahh….” her daughter agreed. She gestured at the screen, where Quentin Gage was looking ruggedly handsome with his “I-haven’t-bathed-with-soap-in-eight-days-yet-I-still-look-perfect” hair all styled and scruffily well-trimmed beard, gazing soulfully in a masculine way while looking way off into the distance, as the ocean-specializing archeologist Colin Thayer. “He’s just….I love his acting. And he’s hot!”

“Okay, Janie, if you say so…” Mary rolled her eyes, thinking back to when she was a teenager and had a massive crush on Cary Elwes. “My show’s about on, can you pause it for a while and finish later?”

“It’s a DVD, not a VHS tape; you can’t just pause it and return immediately where you were.” Janie snorted, but complied.

 The intro music for Mary‘s favorite game show, Go With the Flow, could be heard as Janie looked to see what Pete was doing.

“You’re…what the heck are you doing, anyway?”

“Barking “Jingle Bells” with Sleet and reading this story in the paper about Candy Karpinski.”

She frowned. “Back up….barking “Jingle Bells”…?”

“Yeah…I was bored.”

“That’s when you meow songs, not bark them. Anyway; what’s the story about?”

“Well, it says that she’s got a new movie coming out soon in a couple months, and that guy you like is supposed to be in it, too.”

“SERIOUSLY? We are GOING to this one.”

“I know, right? Anyway, what’d you come in here for?”

“Ping pong?”

“You’re goin’ down.”

They’d barely gotten started when George yelled, “Mary! Kids! Look what the old man brought home!” 

They came running, then stopped abruptly at the door. “I hope it’s not another stray dog…we’ve already got four.” Mary moaned.

“I hope it’s not another box of week-old doughnuts. My teeth still hurt from the last ones.” Janie rolled her eyes.

“I know, those were terrible for our braces,” Pete agreed.

“Don’t remind me.”

“Maybe it’s some more fireworks? I still don’t know how Dad didn’t know Black Cats were illegal inside city limits…”

“Welll….let’s go see what adventure your father’s brought home today,” Mary said firmly(and also rather pathetically).

“Do we have to?”

“I can’t wait…”

So they came outside and looked at the new(old) car. “A new car!” Mary said faintly brightly. The kids echoed, sounding less-than-pleased. They scowled at each other behind Mary’s back, I pretended I didn’t see. They needed to be embarrassed sometimes, it’d do them good.

“Oh, George….it’s…beautiful. Can we go for a ride?”

“Sure!” I waved them in. “Hop on in!”

So they hopped in, Mary driving, kids in the back, they were busy elbowing each other. I rapped on the back window to get them to quit, so they settled into merely glaring holes through each other by looking in opposite directions out the window. Then I pushed the car around the block, showing it off. We were getting plenty of strange looks, we’d gone about around the block about three times when Mrs. Bird waved hello. She’s…a character. Friendly, but unusual. And very very very involved in the goings-on at her church.

“Howdy, neighbors! How are y’all liking your new car?”

“Oh, it’s tremendous,” I said. “Look at that upholstery, and get an eyeful of this color, oh, yes! Listen to this horn.” (I ran around to the front, reached in and punched the horn a couple times. Eenk, eenk!) “But I do find it sort of exhausting…it goes downhill beautifully, but if there’s even the slightest rise in the pavement, I find myself panting and struggling and groaning. It’s very difficult to push it uphill.”

“Wow. You really do have a problem there, all right.” Mrs. Bird was starting in one of her speeches. Mary and the kids slunk back towards the house, can’t really say I blamed them. “Well, my friend, you certainly do look like you could need some help! But I think I’ve got some good news for you. Ya know, at our church we’re having a conference this week, and our speaking is fixin’ to talk about the very subject you need to hear: ‘How To Push a Car Successfully!’ On Monday night he’s going to show us how to push with our right shoulder.” (She indicated which was the right shoulder.) “And Tuesday night he’ll illustrate the techniques of pushing with our left shoulder.” (She again pointed out which was the left shoulder.) I nodded along in agreement.

“On Wednesday night we’ll have a slideshow and an overhead projector(I immediately thought of “The Song of the Cebu”, couldn’t help it.) “to show us how to really get our backs into the work and push! On Thursday night he’s got committees and workshops organized that will all help us push more effectively, and on Friday night there’s gonna be a great dedication service where we’ll all come down to the front and commit ourselves anew to the work of pushing cars! It’s gonaa be great. Come on out every night next week, and learn all there is to know about how to push a car successfully!”

She couldn’t be serious…could she? Why on Earth would there be an actual conference on car-pushing? And if there was, why would a church be putting it on? Would they find some way to tie a message into that somehow?

All I said was, “Well, um…thanks. That sounds like it may be just what I need.”

“Great! Hope to see ya there!”

I turned back to pushing, homeward bound this time. That’s about when That Helpful Guy, Don, spotted me.

“Well, hey, George! Man…you look pretty tired. How’s the new car treatin’ ya?”

I sighed. “Oh, it’s a tremendous car…or it will be, anyway. Still has some kinks to work out, but it’s got a lot of interesting things going for it. The upholstery, the color…the horn. Get a load of this horn.” I honked it again.

He nodded appreciatively. “It is a pretty great horn. Can I show you one of its best features, though? Come along here over with me, it’s under the hood.” I popped the hood, he lifted it up. “You see that big iron thing with all the wiggles coming out of it?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that is a real motor. A power plant, in a way. One that really needs some work, but, anyhow…The maker of this car knew that you’d be having the problems you’ve been having, and so they designed a power plant that would enable you to go uphill just as easily as you go downhill. When you learn several simple things about how to operate and maintain the motor and everything else under here, you’ll begin to understand it’s power. Just turn this key and the motor will start. Then you pull down on that lever, step on the pedal – No, not yet! Yeah, there we go. You do the steering, but the engine supplies all the power you’ll need. You won’t have to push at all; just sit back and you can go up the highest hills as easy as you can breathe. You won’t have to worry, cause that engine will handle any demand.”

“Man, that’s the best news I’ve heard all day. That other way was way too exhausting. The car looked pretty good” (Don winced.) “but I was becoming an old man before my time. You got time for a ride?”

He shrugged. “Sure! Would you mind if I worked on it for a while, though? It has some problems, and if the kids are gonna drive it…”

“Sounds like a plan.” I smacked the horn again for emphasis. No response. “Hmm…and now the horn is broken...”

“Sooo…..we’re actually gonna drive the Rabbit, Dad?” Janie asked on the way to church about a week later.

“That’s what I had in mind, yeah.” I answered.

“….Oh. Well, okay…as long as it runs, I guess. Why were you pretending the engine was out?”

I thought about that a minute. “I’m not sure. Guess it just needed a little livening up, maybe, make it into an adventure.”

“That’d be easy enough. I mean, it’s us, after all…” muttered Pete.

“You know, I was thinking,” Mary announced. The rest of us prepared for the worst.

“Doesn’t it seem like the church today acts a lot like the way you were acting, dear? Like, always thinking ‘Maybe if we have cooler worship songs’ or ‘Our church spent this much money on a new sanctuary’ or ‘We must get involved in every, single, fundraising, effort to increase our crowds, instead of just preaching Scripture and relying on God. It’s all about us, how important we are, we’ve got everything all figured out, who needs the Holy Spirit? It’s like, we just focus all our energy on how to make the most use of our human resources, try harder to do God’s work for Him. It’s works, not faith. Positive thinking, the ‘power of a determined will’, all that crap.”

“It’s messed up.” Pete agreed.

“Thankful for our church.” Janie said quietly.

Silence for a while, except for the mandolin and fiddle of the gospel music on the radio.

“It needs a name, though….something sarcastic enough to be able to bear driving that thing around town. Wouldn’t be able to handle it otherwise.” she added.

“Wapid Wabbit?” I suggested.

“NO.” everyone else said firmly.

“Okay…sorry….I was just trying to think up something.”

“How about ‘Calamity Junker’?” Mary offered.

“Not quite right…but getting there. Oh, Dad, WHY…?”

“What, you aren’t down for tribulational joyrides?” her brother jabbed in quickly.

Her ears perked up. “You know…that could work. We could call her TJ….”

“We could...”

“Let’s do it.”

High five in the backseat.

We pulled into the church parking lot, eleven minutes late. “I thought we could get there faster this time…” Mary said to herself.   

This is a short-story version of our SWAT skit "The Parable of the Big Push", might keep going with more based on the other skits in the program. 

Bedlam

     ...Whew. What a crazy week. Productive, but, still...and then a game like that...

     The snowstorm started late Wednesday night, with the cold air coming through and wind picking up. Couldn't remember if we had Lit Thursday morning or not, so I walked over to Seminary, nobody showed up, so I just dropped my final off in Prof. Semrow's office and headed home. (We just had to write a letter to somebody who seemed like they could use one, told ya it was super easy.) The sleet began just after 9:30 a.m., Ryan and Shelly asked if I wanted to come over there for a while. The Galdamezes' is a nice place to be stuck in an ice storm. Read Mitford, played Scrabble, that sort of thing. Homemade doughnuts are pretty tasty. Carrie Underwood's Sound of Music remake was on NBC, watched most of that. It was better than I expected; but it seemed like they needed more rehearsal; and the guy that played Captain Von Trapp was atrocious.

     Came home that night and wrote that psych report and emailed it in, just after lunch Friday Grandpa called and asked if I wanted to come over. So went over there and watched Shark Tank and petted the dogs.
     The snow coated everything on campus, it's beautiful. Haven't taken as many pictures as I would've liked, but oh well. Made most people friendlier than usual, quicker with a grin or cheery "hello".

     Woke up(again, not sleeping especially well, strange dreams. But I did get almost right hours) with one thought on my mind, which most people shared: "It's GAME DAY." (This thought did not occur to my neighbor Steven F., but he's from Arkansas.) See, cause it's not just a football game. It's the biggest football game of the year, and it's the very difference that makes the Thunder cohesion so unbelievable. You either grow up Sooner crimson or Cowboy orange, with very, very little room in-between. And generally, the other color makes you sick. And this rivalry goes on all year long. Typically speaking in common sterotypes, OU sees OSU grads as the annoying little tagalong brother and fans as wannabes, OSU sees OU grads as a bunch of snobs and fans as hicks. (These are the sterotypes, not applicable to everybody. I know neat people who go/went to both schools.) It's called "Bedlam" for a reason. Named in the 1920s after the insane asylum during a wrestling match, it can certainly be crazy, even if it is one of college football's most historically-lopsided rivalries(OU 863-18-7).
     And it wasn't just for bragging rights this year. If the Cowboys could pull off a victory, then they'd win the Big 12, if OU could play spoiler, then the winner of the Texas-Baylor game would be conference champs. Several people I knew were there as fans, (they were insane!) Dad was working security, wondered pretty often how crazy things were getting. Danielle from YT is in the OSU band, did the instruments freeze to their mouths? (Apparently not, somehow.)
     Our terrible campus cable decided to be horrendously evil and permanently mute channel 8, and only channel 8, on today of all days!!! Facebook and Twitter exploded with complaints from angry/frustrated students. Elizabeth and I were trying to figure out how to react to this leading up to kickoff. We were gonna ask one of the RAs to open the lounge, but Jake and another guy beat us to it, we all tried to watch the game for a while in silence. That didn't go so well. So then we hook up the radio, but it's about fifteen seconds ahead of the TV broadcast. That didn't go so well, either. It was as silent as a library in the lounge; very weird experience. Definitely memorable, anyway. One of the RAs came in a bit later and several other people, Elizabeth left after one quarter, texted back and forth the rest of the way. Everybody else bolted for lunch during halftime, I came up to my dorm, updated FB, heated a container of chili for lunch and went back to the lounge and watched the third quarter by myself, coming back up to my dorm for the last fifteen minutes.
     The Cowboys received the opening kickoff and quarterback Clint Chelf promptly galloped 75 yards for a touchdown on the game's first play; but it was called back due to a holding penalty. That killed the drive. Several punts followed each other in quick succession, the first score came on a one-yard run by tailback Desmond Mason eight minutes into the game, giving the Cowboys a 7-0 lead. More punts followed, a complete breakdown in tackling techniques allowed Sooner Jalen Saunders to squirt around at least four orange jerseys with 18 seconds left on his 64-yard jaunt into the end zone, tying the game 7-7 after one quarter.
     OSU got back on top with Ben Grogan's 38-yard field goal with 8:48 to go in the second, it was matched by Michael Hunnicutt's 21-yard kick to keep it knotted at 10-all.
     Sooner QB Trevor Knight separated his shoulder late in the first half, he was replaced by Kendal Thompson, who almost immediately threw an interception, which the Cowboys gladly accepted and turned the turnover into a 15-yard Chelf-to-Roland touchdown with 13:18 left in the third quarter. Chelf later threw an interception with a mistimed low throw on a short route, former OU starter Blake Bell took over the reins of the Sooner Schooner, commandeering a long, time-consuming drive that was stopped at the Cowboy 4. Field-goal attempt coming....no, wait -  holder Grant Bothan scampered up and tossed a pass to Hunnicutt, who not only caught the throw and got into the end zone, but held on though getting crushed by a freight train of several defenders. (Play can be viewed here.) The daring call tied the game up at 17 going into the final 15 minutes, setting up a state full of anxious, and thrilled, onlookers.
     Hunnicutt put his team ahead 20-17 five minutes into the fourth quarter on a 39-yard kick, OSU reacted by putting together a seven-play, 89-yard drive that was capped off with Roland's one-yard touchdown run with 1:46 to play, State ahead 24-20. Bell marched the Sooners downfield, trying to engineer a last-second comeback, everyone in the stadium held their breath as the tension mounted. Justin Gilbert appeared to have an interception, but video replay overruled the call, keeping the OU drive alive. The officials maintained a good amount of journalistic balance; meaning both sides were very irritated by missed calls. With 19 seconds to play, Bell threw a seven-yard pass to the back right corner of the end zone, it was caught by  Saunders, giving OU the lead 27-24. The atmosphere became even more intense, if possible. Chelf was sacked with two seconds left. In desperation, OSU brought out the Hook and Ladder, hoping to pull a Boise State deja vu miracle on their hated rivals, but it was not to be. After three passes, the ball skipped onto the turf and was scooped up by Eric Striker, his touchdown putting a fitting ending on a brilliant football game that seemed to come straight from a movie script. #17 Oklahoma defeats #6 Oklahoma State 33-24, fans on both sides were stunned, according to Facebook.
     Bell was 10-of-16 for 140 yds and a TD passing, Brendan Clay led the Sooner rushing attack with 70 yds on 24 carries, while Sterling Shepard had 7 catches for 112 yds. For the Cowboys, Chelf was 19-of-35 passing for 200 yds with a TD and INT, Roland had 21 touches for 144 yds and two TDs, Josh Stewart had 7 receptions for 68 yds. OSU won the yardage battle 400-358, with rushing totals of 200-165 and passing totals 200-193. The two teams were a combined 4-of-28 on third downs, but the Sooners were 3-for-3 on fourth down conversions compared to the Cowboys' 0-for-1.
     With the win, Oklahoma improved to 10-2 on the year, 7-2 in the Big 12, while Oklahoma State fell to 10-2(7-2 Big 12) and will likely miss out on a BCS bowl.

     Great actual news story from one of our local TV stations, in other news, there was apparently an earthquake in Oklahoma that earned a 4.5 on the Richter scale, and Pearl Harbor was attacked 62 years ago today. Hoping Missouri can beat Auburn in the SEC championship, keeping on an eye on it while typing this post(this game has sound). Church is canceled tomorrow morning. Now to study for my Latin final on Monday...