salad on the go


Every Tuesday my parents go to Austin’s Bar & Grill with 25 or more other old people. My parents start talking about what they’re going to order on the Wednesday after they were there on Tuesday. Sometimes it’s going to be salad and onion rings. Other times it’s hamburgers and, perhaps, green beans. They tip bigger than they would because others in their group tip smaller than they should. It’s something to do when you don’t have all that much left to do.

On their way to Austin’s, they will pass Garmin, a complex that started out small and just keeps getting wider and taller. My dad worked at King Radio for most of his adult life. It was founded by Ed King, a K-State graduate who built a company that became the gold standard for small aircraft navigational equipment. I worked there during the summers when I was in college where I shipped more 170B transponders than you could imagine. (Coincidentally, Mr. King paid for the International Student Center on the KSU campus and this is where Pete took me on our first “date” where he ate the food in the refrigerator that was not his.) 

Anyway, when he was at King Radio, Dad had a casual friend named Gary. They played softball together, talked about their young kids, got their hair cut by the same downtown barber. Gary and an Asian engineer at King went on to combine their names, Gar and Min, and formed the company Garmin. If my dad had been younger and less close to retirement, he would have gone to Garmin in those days when it was neither wide nor tall. Sometimes, as they drive to Austin’s for tacos and french fries, Mom and Dad mention Gary and wonder how things might have been had Dad been in on the ground floor.

Anyway, Austin’s and Garmin collided two days ago in my hometown. As you might have heard, two Indian engineers headed across the street from Garmin to Austin’s to watch what every sports bar in Kansas would be watching—the KU Jayhawks go for their 13th straight Big 12 conference title. A drunk, known to the Austin’s people, kept hassling the two men and was kicked out of the bar. He later returned, shouted something like “Get out of my country” and shot them. Another young man, who would have had no idea that he was going to become a hero that day, stepped in to help. One Indian was left dead, the other was injured along with the hero. Another day. Another angry white man with a gun. Another dead young man. Another time of us all saying we never thought it would happen in our town. Until it did.

And we’ll all begin the rituals that we’ve become so good at. A few days ago, I looked for a GoFundMe page so that I could donate to the desecrated Jewish cemetery in Missouri. Today I will donate to the GoFundMe for the Austin’s bar victims. Young kids and moms and teen girls will bring flowers to put outside the bar. Neighbors of the shooter will say that they knew their neighbor was a bit off but they never expected this. We will mourn the loss of a fellow human who was trying to make his way on this big earth. His body, paid for with GoFundMe money, will make its way home to his family. We are just really really good at this in America. Practice makes perfect.

Anyway, last night, with those words “get out of my country” that have been given more acceptance by Trump bouncing around in my head, I went to the town hall meeting at the church at the end of my street. Senator Jerry Moran was not there. To be completely fair, and I’m trying to be in these trying times, this was not an organized meeting. Moran had not set up this town hall meeting. He had not said he would attend the meeting. Rather, organizers set it up and invited him. Even on the website, it said that no one knew if Senator Moran had seen the invitation and no one knew if he would attend. So I can’t fairly say that he ducked out of meeting that he had never set up.

But his presence or absence isn’t really the story here. I live in Johnson County, Kansas. It’s not totally red like most of Kansas. It’s definitely not blue. But, still, parts of it voted for Hillary. Others voted for the candidates who could not win. If you add those together, more in Johnson County voted for someone not named Trump than voted for Trump. It’s not a purple area yet, but it’s definitely lavender. Olathe, though, is a red dot in that purple. It’s really red. Like maybe scarlet. And, still, the parking lot was packed. Perhaps with as many cars as would be there on a Sunday. It was dark and you could see the headlights of cars driving up and down aisles trying to find a place to park. 

My high school friend Verneda was there. We talked about the meanness that we hadn’t known existed in America. We talked about the night Hillary lost. We talked about how all this political activism was something new. We agreed that we needed to keep it up even when it was hard.

The meeting room was full. The overflow crowd had spilled into the lobby. No one in the lobby could hear the speakers inside. What most surprised me was the demographic of those there. I had expected young people in jeans and sweatshirts on this unseasonably warm evening. I’d thought there might be some moms there. They were there. But also there were so many old people. Like really old people. And they, the old people, were the ones in charge. One bent-backed lady with silver hair kept shushing those of us in the overflow area because she wanted to hear the speakers. She looked like those women who always run the polling stations. Those women who show up, do their job, get it done, and go home with no thanks. I repeat. The majority of the people there were old. I was—-surprised.

These old people had us fill out 3x5 cards with messages to be hand delivered to Moran’s office. They had a whiteboard where you could write a message to Moran, take a picture of yourself standing next to it, and as the old women told us, post it to social media. Social Media? These suddenly tech savvy ladies and gentlemen were telling these teens how to use social media to ferment discord.

When I was a teen, there was a song by Buffalo Springfield that I loved and, when I hear it, I remember Vietnam and halter tops and Jesus freaks. The song said:

“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.”

That’s how it felt last night in this church lobby in scarlet red Olathe where I mingled with angry riled up Kansans. There’s something happening here. And Senator Moran and others would do well to pay attention.

A few things that made me smile today...
(and yesterday because I forgot to post this last night)
  • meeting my lovely for breakfast
  • a good therapy session
  • warmth!!!
  • and sunshine!!!! 
  • TWO DAYS IN A ROW!!!!!
  • meeting Henry (my new little hedgehog mint planter)
  • treats from LUSH
  • a yummy salad
  • spending time with my sister
  • going for a run
  • enjoying the sunshine with my lovely
  • meditation and yoga
  • Millie from Starbucks remembering my order :)
  • finishing my essay early!
  • enjoying the weather and exercising outside!
  • the return of smoothies
  • wearing dresses again
  • making it to Friday
  • a light workload for the weekend
  • feeling happy
  • and strong!

it’s also fucked up that fat people literally fear going to the doctor for anything because they know the first thing out of their dr’s mouth no matter what their ailment is, is gonna be “lose weight lol” broken leg? lose weight. rash? lose weight. whooping cough? lose weight binch!!!!! like we get it. but can you just write my prescription you bitch so i can go eat a salad and not call you again until im about to die of the plague????

There once was a kid named Wallace who was dragged along to some awful restaurant with his parents. When the waiter took everyone’s order, Wallace ordered a turkey sandwich. But it came with a side, so the waiter asked Wallace if he wanted “soup or salad?” Now, Wallace had never been asked this question by a waiter before, and to his ears it sounded like he was saying, “super salad?” To which Wallace responded, “yes please.” Because who would turn down a super salad? It’s super. So the waiter repeated his question, “no, soup OR salad?” and Wallace again said, “yes please.” This went on for some time until Wallace’s father stopped the cyclical conversation and explained with better diction the difference in what was being asked of him. Wallace felt embarrassed. His cheeks flushed red. He meekly replied, “oh, salad, I guess.” Later he’d go on to create the world’s foremost super salad, as big as an entire mansion. And then he lived in it. And never spoke to anyone ever again. Actually, is he alright in there? Someone should check on him.

Mac Demarco asks
  • Ode to Viceroy: Are you a smoker?
  • My Kind of Woman: Whats your 'type'?
  • Still Together: How long is/was your longest relationship?
  • Salad Days: Would you describe yourself as an easy going person?
  • Blue Boy: Are you more of an internally anxious person or externally anxious person?
  • Goodbye Weekend: Do you feel you struggle to live up to your own expectations?
  • Chamber of Reflection: Do you like being alone?
  • A Heart like Hers: Do you think love changes a person?
  • Let my Baby Stay: Do you think long distance relationships work?
  • Passing out Pieces: Do you think you spread yourself too thin?
  • Without Me: Are you friendly with your exes?
Weirdly Specific "Get to Know Me" Questions

1. What is your go to flavor of salad dressing?

2. What’s the t-shirt you wear the most?

3. What TV show can you quote the most?

4. Do you put your left shoe on first or your right?

5. What’s your study routine?

6. One sound you can’t stand?

7. Hot showers or cold showers?

8. Breakfast or no breakfast?

9. What age were you given “the talk?”

10. Ice in drinks or no ice?

11. What’s one Halloween candy that you would hate getting as a child?

12. Blue jeans, skinny jeans, leggings, shorts, or no pants at all?

13. What’s one slang term you refuse to use?

14. Could you ever be a vegetarian?

15. Hardback, paperback, or e-books?

16. Would you rather go through the drive thru or go inside?

17. Do you keep your car/room neat or messy?

18. What’s the first app you check when you wake up?

19. If I looked in your wallet, what would I find?

20. Spicy food or non-spicy?

Let Her Go
  • Let Her Go
  • Mac DeMarco
  • Salad Days

tell her that you love her, if you really love her
But if your heart just ain’t sure, let her go

The signs as Tacos

Aries: Put together badly w/ stuff falling out

Taurus: A soft taco AKA the estranged cousin of the burrito


Cancer: A meat taco with a salad… PSYCH there is no salad just more meat

Leo: A taco with a dream

Virgo: Perfect taco with all the right toppings

Libra: A vegan taco… not bad but something is off about the taste

Scorpio: There is no taco just an empty plate with paper that only says “sorry”

Sagittarius: Smashed after responding yes to “do you want more tacos?”

Capricorn: A taco made completly out of gold

Aquarius: idk how but this taco somehow has anxiety

Pisces: A frozen taco being saved for late night munchies 

25 Questions For Your D&D Characters and OCs
  1. What is this character’s alignment?
  2. What is a notable quote from this character? Alternatively, what is their favorite quote?
  3. Summarize your character’s backstory with no more than three sentences.
  4. Describe your character using a song title.
  5. Are there any story arcs you would like this character to explore?
  6. What would your character like (or have liked) to do with their life?
  7. Who is your character’s best friend?
  8. Who is your character’s worst enemy?
  9. Who has, for better or worse, had the most impact on your character’s life?
  10. What is the most badass thing this character has done?
  11. What crime is this character most likely to be convicted of?
  12. What meme would you use to describe the character?
  13. Does this character swear frequently?
  14. What is this character’s relationship with religion or the church?
  15. Would this character ever make a deal with a devil or dark spirit?
  16. Emotion or Logic?
  17. Soup or Salad?
  18. What is the character’s favorite Pokémon? 
  19. What Pokémon Go team would they be on?
  20. Is your character currently in love? Is there anyone in love with your character?
  21. Do you ship your character with any other characters? (This includes characters from other universes and canons)
  22. How would this character seduce a lover?
  23. If your character could play any part in a drama, stage production, or musical, what part would they play?
  24. What is your character’s favorite album?
  25. What does this character mean to you?