henry "big mama" henry - or - why i want to marry a park ranger

even though my blogmate just outed my inability to tie together my vaguely amusing observations and experiences...

it seems that other people are managing to make the hurricane funny. like me, my uncle decided to drop everything and run to d.c. to visit my ailing grandmother, who, by then, was not so much circling the drain as she was slugging down egg nog and very much enjoying the company of her entire extended family... and i do mean ENTIRE family, including my ex-aunt, ex-uncle, and ex-step-cousins... holy dysfunction batman!

getting back to the story, my uncle showed up with a new orleans newspaper (and enough beer to inebriate an elephant) which had an entire section dedicated to funny (if not quite sad) pictures of objects displaced into bizarre configurations by the ferocious winds of katrina, complete with avant-guard captions like, "fridge on roof," and "door on telephone pole." my uncle seems to have made a sport of reading the "death notices" (apparently there's some technical reason why they can't be obituaries) and trying to read between the lines about how and when they actually died. henry "big mama" henry was actually viola "big mama" henry, but my uncle's slip of the tongue made me giggle for a good 20 minutes (probably had something to do with my helping him drink his case of yuengling).

after visiting my grandmother and boozing it up with my aunts and uncles, i hopped on a (tiny) plane and made my way to hot springs village arkansas (touted as the world's largest gated community... home to cheap rental condos) to booze it up with my parents.
when i was younger i couldn't understand my parents' need to hide away in BFE for the holidays, but now i really look forward to the annual antisocial fest. one of the highlights of my sojourn in the ouchita national forrest was the bald eagle watching boat trip out on lake ouchita, complete with loaner binoculars and charming (and quite knowledgeable) park ranger. i came to the conclusion that dating a national park ranger would be almost as useful as dating a computer geek- someone who could help convert me from wannabe out-doorsy to actually out-doorsy. plus, i'd finally have a suitable other half to go on double dates and weekend hiking trips with my blogmate and mb.

other highlights were visiting the bill clinton gift shop in little rock and eating beef jerky with my dad (at my vegetarian mother's complete revulsion). not only was the beef jerky quite tasty, but i made the rather exciting discover that one serving has only 80 calories but 13 grams of protein. less fun activities included slaving over the 1000 piece puzzle of an the palais de ville in paris (which we'd bought at my insistence at walmart, along with the beef jerky) and having to gulp down mediocre chicken fried stake at petit jean national park on christmas day.

it's a good thing my standards are low.