The Racist Dog

My mom's neighbor had a beautiful german shepherd who weighed about 300 pounds. One day the neighbor comes over and tells us that her dog died. How very sad. The next day she comes over again and proceeds to tell us that she was sitting in her living room when she saw a "colored" man walking across her backyard. "Great, where is this going?", I thought. She says that she was sad because had her dog been there, she would have barked at the man because "she didn't like colored people." Wow, that's classy. Not only was her dog racist (not her, of course), but apparently it's 1952 and we are still using the term "colored".

Driving Driving

Of course when you live in a small town, you spend 80% of the time driving. Here are some pics of most of my trip.

Wisconsin's Idea of Fun

Today is my first full day in Wisconsin to visit my mother. After hitting all six antique shops in this little town, we decided to stop by "Clear Water Harbor", a bar/restaurant in a tiny unincorporated town called King. Honestly, I was not expecting this much action in a town with a population of 300.

It was interesting, to say the least. There was a Santana tribute band playing on that dock and the dance floor was a shallow pool of water. Mom and I sat on the dock and drank some beers.

It was a good time. But then I realized that this is probably the only outlet for fun in this neck of the woods. What about the remaining 10 months of the year?! I guess it's ice fishing for all!

Pave Picacho!

When I looked at the website, Picacho Recreational Park seemed like such a lovely place. There were hiking trails, beautiful plants and flowers, swimming, boating, shower facilities. I just have to say "FALSE ADVERTISING"!! This was the craziest camping experience ever. Putting it into words cannot do it justice. Neither can the pictures. But at least we can laugh about it now.

Here we have Efrat and Yvonne changing my tire after we had spent and hour driving on the most insane "gravel" road. I say "gravel" because it really can't be described as anything other than a hiking trail; not really suitable for anything other than a 4 wheeler.

She's so good at that.

This was the creepy group camp site we ended up at because all of the other sites were closed due to flooding. I'm telling you, it was a scene from "Texas Chainsaw Massacre". Over the hill to the left was a beautiful cemetary. Lovely.

So, we went to a hotel...

...and grilled our steaks on the pool side grill...

...and drank beer...

...and played poker...

Despite the insanity we endured, it ended up being a fun memorable experience.

Pictures of Pride2005

Is Bisexuality A Myth?

A recent study from Canada and the US suggests that bisexuality is a myth. Canadian and US researchers recruited 101 men for their study, 33 of whom identified as bisexual. The study found that those that identified as bisexual were actually aroused only by one sex, usually other men. My question is, is this really a responsible study to publish considering the complexity of the issue and the ridiculously small sample that was used? If Kinsey's studies have come under attack and lost credibility/reliability (despite his use of samples of thousands), how can anyone rely on this study as conclusive evidence of the myth of bisexuality? My point is, you can't just put some pictures in front of 33 people, measure their arousal, and then say "bisexuality does not exist". I'm sorry, but it's not that simple.

Poker Night

Another fun filled poker night was had last night. I thought I was doing well by not having to buy back in after the first hour. But then, I saw how pathetic my little stack was becoming. Another girl there (who by the way was a beginner) kept taking all of the money. She went from a measly three little stacks to a whopping 15 or so. It was very impressive. But it also sparked something in the rest of us and I hope we didn't turn on her too much. By the end of the night, however, Yvonne had made a serious comeback (even after spotting me some much needed chips) and walked away with 75 bucks off a 20 dollar buy-in. Very nice. I was stunned that my jack high flush as well as my ace high flush never won it...beat out by two full houses both times. What are the chances? That seemed to be the luck of most of us there. But hey, it was all in good fun.

Endeavor Premier

Endeavor:

1. A conscientious or concerted effort toward an end; an earnest attempt.
2. Purposeful or industrious activity; enterprise.

This is my first attempt at a real blog. I named it Endeavor not only because I am making a concerted effort to see this blog through, but also because it's a great word to sum up my life. Isn't life merely an effort toward an end, anyway? Enjoy.