It’s been a little almost three weeks since we arrived here in Fresno, and everything seems to be going pretty well. We’re both tan.  Well, I’m burnt to a crisp, and Seth is bronzing up pretty good. Still in the tail end of the peeling stage, finally, but it looks good.  We’re even building up on the muscle side.  Skiing, rafting and even walking up here is doing wonders.

On the job-hunt side, it’s the same old story…they advertise, we bite, then we have to wait for the phone calls.  Yesterday the “hurry up and wait” thing kinda got to me and it made my whole day kinda poopy.  But Seth is pretty good at talking me down from the proverbial ledge I seem to like putting myself up on.  Actually, there are prospects out there to be found, but it’s all about the online searching, since the newspapers don’t appear to do much in the way of advertising these days…prices being as they are.

During our first week here, we’ve mastered the art of getting lost and turned it into an art form.  It’s funny how everyone here is all too happy to point you in the direction of where you’re trying to go.

“Oh, it’s just right over there.”, they always seem to say.  Problem is, they never tell us where “over there” is!!!  That, or they’ll just point in some direction or other not realizing you have no idea what the fuck direction they’re even pointing towards, since we seem to have left our compass and guide dogs at the dry cleaners.

My personal favorite is when they actually THINK they’re giving you the right directions – even pow-wowing with others to get a second and third opinion.

“You just drive back down this street…You see the street, don’t you?…then go South less than a mile until you see the blankity-blank restaurant and it’s right there next door.  You can’t miss it.”

We drive to the correct street…down the given distance, look for “blankity-blank”…and…Oops!!  It’s actually in the OPPOSITE direction and across the street from where we actually started!!!

Thanks for nothing, asshole!!

Eventually, though, we end up finding what we’re looking for…a day or two later.

This past Saturday and Sunday,  We went with Terry and Theresa (my brother and sister in-law) to a lake up in the foothills.  You should SEE how beautiful it is up there.  We took their boat and spent hours rafting, water skiing and then relaxing in the sun.  It was a perfect weekend.  This coming weekend Seth and I are going hiking on Saturday and then up to the mountains to spend Sunday with Terry and Theresa while they’re enjoying a well-earned five-day break.

Funny thing about kicking back and relaxing in the sun on a boat on a lake…you get tanned.

Very tanned.

As in OMFG the pain of the burn!!!

But as I said, it’s all worth it.  One reason being that we all get to watch Seth learn how to water ski.  You’ve never seen someone take so many spills and yet come up grinning and smiling and wanting to keep going.  Actually, he was able to get up on his third or forth try and can now go a good distance before doing a face-plant into the water.  On his last attempt, he was up for at least two minutes.  We were all yelling at him to keep his legs together and bend his knees.  Seth, however, couldn’t hear a word we were saying and proceeded to ski one-handed, smile and wave in his usual cheesy way.  Then he crashed into the water.  We all laughed so much there was pee everywhere.

On Saturday, the four of us met up with a couple that Terry and Theresa have known for a little while.  Paul and Sherry.  We tied the boats together and spent hours sitting back and chatting and tanning.

Paul is the typical “guy” who hunts and works on biggo diesel engines and very much the quiet type…yet nice as all get-out.  His wife, on the other hand, is oh-so-NOT-quiet.  That lady can talk!!!  I swear I was getting dehydrated just from listening to her!!  She’s from New York…actually, “Lon-GYland”.  And she decided to play Oprah (or as I called her Noprah) and fire questions off at all of us just for the info.  It was all fine and good…until she started asking Seth and I questions.  Intimate questions.  Personal questions.  Anal sex questions!!!  (she was asking generally…not linking the to of us) I was so embarrassed for both Terry and Paul that even MY balls were up in my throat!!!

I have to say, even I was blushing and tripping over my own lips on that one.  I felt so sorry for Terry and Paul.  Paul just decided to quietly dive off the boats and swim for a spell.  Terry, on the other hand, missed his chance for escape and was trapped there like a quail cornered by Dick Cheney.  Theresa and Sherry were loving it and Seth had NO problem going into as much detail as she wished.  I just wanted to swallow my tongue and crawl into my own belly button…just to hide the blushing.  I’ll tell you, this girl was completely open and easy going.

But what a fucking trip!!!

More to come…

Posted on June 20th, 2008 by Daniel
Filed under: Friends, Family, Our Writings, Just For Fun, News