July 2006


Say I woke up in the hotel room at 7:30 in the morning and got totally prepared for the day. I was waiting for my dad who was suppose to call me and tell me who I was meeting and where I was meeting him at.  Dad never called so I called him.

Turns out the person I was meeting had a funeral so we wouldn’t be able to connect until later in the afternoon.

I then spent the day touring the town, looking at the tourist shops, and just killing time.  I bought a book for my mom’s birthday, and a Sudoku book.  For lunch I ate licorice and drank a mountain dew.

When I finally talked to the guy I was meeting I found out we wouldn’t meet until 3 o’clock Mountain time.  When we did meet we drove to the cemetaries and set all the markers and headstones in the back of the truck.  When I left it was about 6 o’clock Mountain time.

I made it to Billings, took a wrong turn, drove around for an extra 10 mintutes than need, and finally found a place to eat along the road that would lead me to my destination.  I had a quarter of a tank left and decided I could make it to Custer to fuel up.

I finally reached Custer with an empty tank, but proud of myself for my perfect estimate of distance I could possibly travel with what i had left for gas.  I rolled up to the gas station only to find it closed.

So i drove to the next town which didn’t have a gas station so I went back to Custer where they actually have motels.

In desperation I walked into a bar at Custer and asked the bartender where the nearest gas station would be.  20 miles ahead he said, so that is where i went.

Reached that gas station only to find that the station is also closed and the deisel pumps were out of order. Gay.

This town had a motel and i knew this from the cardboard sign on the side of the road that said so, so i walked to the motel, got a room which was really nice actually, and told the guy at the motel office my problem.  He was really nice and said they had a cenex a couple blocks from the gas station i pulled into.

In the morning i filled up and made my way home with no problems.

Game over.

Earlier this summer a young man made a trip out to Red Lodge, MT from a little town known as Big Stone City. 

It all began as this lad and his father drove down to Sioux Falls in a truck loaded up with monuments.  This was the first time operating a stick shift vehicle for the young man.  He was taking his first step into a larger world of trucking.  They made it to Sioux Falls alive and well where they spent the night because of a wedding.  The next day the young man ventured out on his own toward a destination he could not see and he wouldn’t know it was his destination even if he could see it because he simply had never seen it before.

His first gas stop was in Wall where the famously overatted Wall Drug exists with its free water and not free other merchandise.  Later on in life the young man would buy a hat from Wall Drug and then quesiton people saying ” Have you been to The Wall?” “Yes you have?  How about in the last two weeks?” “No?” “Then you’ve never been.” 

Yeah, that’s right.

The rest of the drive to Red Lodge went without a hitch except for one 3 second moment after gassing up in an unkown town.  What was the hitch?  Death. Almost. No. Not really. Crash. Maybe. Almost.

Lets go back.

The lad had just gotten done gassing up and he needed to turn left across the road to get going back towards the interstate. As he started out across the road his scar of your mom suddenly hurt and he accidently shifted into 3rd gear instead of 2nd.  When he looked up he could see through the tears a truck coming right at him and he was powerless to stop it.  He couldn’t make the his truck go faster than a slow coast and even as he corrected his ghastly mistake of shifting he knew it was too late.  Then another second went by and he realized all was cool in school.  The boy suddenly realized that he couldn’t possibly die on a trip where you are transporting tombstones.  It is way to ironic.

  The namelessone finally arrived at his destination at 1 in the morning (midwest time) with high hopes for the coming day.  Now this foreign wanderer drove around a lil’ bit looking for a cheap place to stay because he had only a limited amount of cash for gas and other expenses.  After being shut down by closed motels he went to the Best Western and had a chat with the man at the desk.

Him : “Hey…buddy, looking for a room”

Foreign Wanderer: ” Hey…pal, yeah, but you have any cheaper hotels in this town. I’m strapped for cash.”

Him : “Yeah we do…chief,  let me call my people”

Foreign Wanderer: “Thanks…Gaylord!”

A few phonecalls later the Stick Shift Wonder was on his way to a cheap motel.  He got to the place and it was dark so he called the number on the door and got the worst Marketer ever.

Turns out the lady wasn’t at the house connected to the office but at a far-away party and calling asking for a place to stay for the night was a first class excuse to go to hell.  She lost a customer that she didn’t even need to market to, ouch.

Leaving discouraged he headed off for another motel suggested by Gaylord.  The Deliverer of Death Labels arrived at the next motel where he exited his vehicle and made his way up to the office.  A sign said to “ring the doorbell no matter what the time” so The Deliverer did so.  No answer.  Well, he tried it again pretty sure the owner was asleep.  No answer came and he made his way back to the truck only to find that Life hates The Deliverer of Death Labels.  He had locked himself out of his vehicle for the first time ever.  It was 2 in the morning (midwest time) and he just got Punk’d!

  He made his way back to the Best Western where Gaylord called the Po-po-police and Stranded Man woke up the policeman to unlock his door.  It could have waited until morning, but it would seem 2x as mean to wake the officer up and then tell him to wait until morning.  He unlocked the vehicle in 30 seconds for a fee of $30, a truly selfless act.

The Stranded Man ended calling and waking up his father, Dealer of Death, and his father payed for the Best Western with granite..err his credit card.

Then The Man Who Appears to Be 16 to Most, 15 to Some, and 14 to a Few went to bed looking forward to the next day.

Too bad the next day wasn’t looking forward to him.

……………………………………………………………..To Be Continued………………………………………………………………

So i’m at work here and I tried to watch The Ultmate Avengers 2006 on my tablet but instead comes up this quiz you have to take.  It asks you a few questions where you have to pick from a selection of options given and this in turn helps them to decide which superhero you are.  After making it through the quiz the DVD came to the conclusion that I am like Iron Man.

  This is in a way dissapointing because although I loved the thought of mutants, lived my childhood pretending I was one, and prayed to God constantly to make me one, Iron Man is one of those that I don’t really know about and have never been very interested in.   

  I have to say Gambit from the X-Men has to be my favorite mutant of all time.  He’s got the coolest looking costume with the big trench coat and he wears a bandana that makes his hair stick up.  Then he has the bow staff which can deal some major punishment and lets not forget his pack of cards which causes even the baddest bad guys to pee their pants.  Why isn’t he in the X-men movies?  Cuz then they’d be too good to watch.  That’s what I heard anyways. (actually, i read it on a movie poster some 13 year old made on the internet).

  One of the all-time hardest questions for me to answer is “if you could have a super-power, what would it be?”  I can never answer right away.  I could spend days thinking about it before coming up with an answer.  I think one cool power would be able to transfigure yourself into any type of animal, real or fantasy. 

 I read some books of “The Magic of Xanth” series where every person was born with one power.  Some people had weak powers like changing their urine different colors and others had a very powerful power like weather control or illusion. Fantastic books.

Anyway, I’d definitely want a power that would let me be right in the middle of the fray wreaking havoc on enemies.   If i could transfigure into animals, I could be a misquito, fly into a warehouse full of bad guys then turn into a huge dragon and roast everyone.  Game over.

IDK, what power would you guys have?

  Tyler, Andrew, and I all went to a Panic! at the Disco concert past weekend in Minneapolis.  On the way up their we gave Andrew’s uncle a ride up there.  I believe his name was Dan and he is working in South Korea.  One of the hot topics we got onto was Global Warming.  He had watched the new Al Gore movie that came out and recommended it to us.  Tyler and I then got into a debate with him over whether global warming is a result of human ignorance or just another course of nature.  It was a lot of fun.  Dan reminds of the dad in Casper who dies and then comes back as the ghost for a little bit.  The ghost looks like Dan.  Crazy.  He’s a pretty cool guy, for a liberal.

  When we got to the Cities we dropped off Dan at his friends house and then we went on the lookout for Block E.  Crown Theatres is on Block E and after about a 30 minute cruise back and forth through the streets we hit upon our desired location.  We watched Pirates of the Carribbean 2 which was pretty good.  I’d give it eight stars out of ten.  I noticed it kind of dragged on but the story, acting, and everything else was fantastic.

  After that we made our way over to Treinen’s aunt and uncles house.  They are super nice people with a pool.  Having a pool makes them super cool as well.  He’s a republican who seems to think along the same lines as I do so that was doubley sweet.

The next day was Panic! day.  We got there almost 2 hours before the door opened.  There were a lot of freaky looking people.  Most of those were fans of the Dresdin Dolls.

Once in Tyler and I went to a side railing elevated a little about the floor.  Andrew went straight to the front on the floor.

The concert was pretty tight.  The Hush Sound was my favorite and their drummer was cool to watch.  Then the Dresdin Dolls came on and never seemed to want to leave.  I don’t know if they had a song that was under 8 minutes long.  Their last song they played had a 10 minute intro where the drums just banged away.  I used to be a drummer so i prolly appreciate it more than most average people, but 10 minutes of banging away at the drums gets old.  Apparently no one ever told them that.

  Then finally Panic! came on after the cock blocks.  They were pretty good.  The crowd was by far the craziest with them, singing to their songs and whatnot.  They had all the lights come in and out perfectly with the music so that helped make everything really cool.  They had these really cheezy dancers come on and do retareded things most of the time.  I really didn’t care for that, it was just distracting and didn’t really add anything ot the show i didn’t think. 

  After the concert we found Treinen who was soaked from head to toe from water and sweat.  I saw a guy from DSU who was in my art class so that was pretty neat.  We bought some merchandise, and then we waited around for about 2 hours for the band members to come out the back.

It looked pretty bleak, but right before the trucks took off, some of them did come out and give autographs and one of the dancers took a picture with Treinen.  It’s funny cuz Panic!, The Dresden Dolls, and the stage crew all had really nice big buses.  The Hush Sound had a little white van with a trailer hitched onto the back.  And The Hush Sound was staying across the street at the Best Western. 

That night we went back to the Aunt and Uncle’s hosue, slept, then Monday morning we took off and visited Tyler’s house and a bagel shop he really liked.  Then we hit the road and got home around 2 in the afternoon. 

The movie was good, the concert was good, we survived.  Life is good.

 

 

I used the word funnest in the post below. Funnest isn’t really a real word.  I think that makes me a rebel against the English language.  Awsome.

  You know my other post?  The one below this one?  Well, it wasn’t so much a rapid river of death as it was a splash party of fun.

  The first time the Rausch’s were basically together was in this tiny church.  It was awkward having the priest being 2 feet from your face.  I felt like i was in a center for ants.  After that everybody went up to my great aunt Jane’s and great uncle Herman’s house to eat and congregate.  We played a little frisbee and I got to know a few of my cousins that i’ve never really talked to or hung out with before.

It’s kind of weird because for one of those cousins our first real conversation was about hooker names, womens periods, and the adventure of a sperm to the egg.  It’s not entirely my fault we got on those subjects, I swear.  I had some pretty good, nasty jokes though which i’m sure didn’t help make a great first impression.

That night the high school / college / cool cousins went to cousin Tim and his wife Molly’s house and hung out, or about 9 of us played a winking card game.  You select a card, if a jack, you wink at someone else playing without anyone seeing you.  If you have a king, look for the winker.  It is a lot harder than you think.  By the end of the game I was known as “the sneeky one.”  I tried to pull off a big ol’ Bryce wink, but i got caught. 

  The next day I stayed mostly in my room listening to music and reading a book.  There weren’t enough tee times to go around for the practice round, but that was alright with me.  In my brief history i’ve found that I do better golfing a course for the first time than doing a practice round a day before the real thing.  The book i’m reading is Black Hawk Down which is insanely good.

  That night there was a picnic where we had a gargatuan game of ultimate frisbee.  Bryce took his shirt off immediatly to show us all that he was the Alpha Male of the group.

Next day the big Rausch Classic Golf Tourney started and I shot a 99.  I played decent, but not well.  Really struggle driving and putting right away.  Started off the back nine with a 10 on a par 4 which screwed my entire round up.  The last few holes I really kind of got into a groove but too little too late.  I had a lot of fun though.

  That night we had ultimate peanuts where there were 16 of us at cousin Tim and his wife Molly’s house playing on his floor.  It was insane in the membrane.  Dan came from behind to win of course.  Jenny pulled off 2nd, beating me by 3 points. It was a blast.

This was prolly the funnest family reunion to date for me.  Felt pretty comfortable around everybody for the first time and things just seemed to go pretty smoothly. 

Oh yeah, have you been to the Wall, cuz I have! 

sO HERE I AM SITTING IN MY HOTEL ROOM WITH nATE rAUSCH TRYING TO AVOID THE BEGINNING.  tHE BEGINNING OF WHAT!? THE TITLE.  yUP. 

  tHIS MORNING i HAD THE OPTION OF GOING TO VISIT GREAT UNCLES AND AUNTS, PICKING UP KAREN AT THE AIRPORT, OR I COULD GO OVER AND VIST bILL rAUSCH AND HIS TWO KIDS.  iNSTEAD i DECIDED TO CHILL IN HERE, THE MOTEL ROOM, AND TRY AVOID EVERYBODY UNTIL i HAVE NO CHOICE. 

i DON’T MEAN TO BE MEAN OR ANYTHING, BUT i FEEL LIKE ONCE i VENTURE OUT INTO THE WORLD OF FAMILY, THE FLOOD GATES WILL HAVE BEEN OPENED AND i WILL BE FOREVER SWEPT AWAY FOR THE REST OF THE WEEKEND.  rIGHT NOW I’M SITTING ON THE FLOOD GATE HOLDING IT DOWN, BUT I CAN SEE A HURRICANE A COMIN THAT IS GOING TO KNOCK ME OFF AND THEN THAT IS THAT. 

tHE NICE THING IS THE CARAVAN OF bIG sTONERS COMING AND IN THAT WAY WE CAN ALL HELP EACHOTHER SWIM TO SHORE.  wE ARE PRETTY GOOD SWIMMERS SO MAYBE WE WILL ALL SURVIVE THE WEEKEND.  oH YEAH, I FORGOT, WE bRYCE AND i SUFFER FROM pUSSY-I-TIS.  hIM, HIS ANKLES, AND ME MY WRISTS. 

sOME GUY KNOCKED ON THE DOOR AND i THOUGHT IT WAS THE BEGINNING OF THE END, I WAS GOING RAPID RIVER DYING ALONE, THEN IT TURNED OUT TO BE A COFFEE DUDE.  i COULD HAVE PUNCHED HIM IN THE FACE.

wELL, i GUESS IF i SURVIVE,  i’LL POST ABOUT THE EXPIERENCES I’M ABOUT TO UNDERGO.  iF HOGAN IS COMING, AND THEN I GO(DIE) I’M TAKING hOGAN WITH ME.