i don’t want your body.

Wake up.  Exhausted.

Why?  Because I stayed up so late preparing for this.

Open the studio.  Issssdark!

Scramble.  Plug things in, flip switches.

Panic a bit.

Take a drink of tea.

BURN TONGUE!

Go to play Phantogram.

Computer not working.

[son of bitch.]

Things get working.

Things get better.

I start breathing.

I start dancing.

dancing in the dark.

And that, my friends, is my Tuesday morning.

i was from portland.

I ran a half marathon yesterday.

It went much better than the half marathon I ran two weeks ago…

most embarrassing thing that has happened to me on a trail... falling HARD before mile two in front of, oh, i dunno, 200 people.

But don’t worry… they took care of me oh so well…

drinking beer whilst two people attend to my scraped knee... by the way i was squirming, i should've been drinking apple juice from a sippy cup.

Anywho, yesterday’s was harder than the one before.  Don’t know why.  But later in the day, driving back from a pot luck in Wilson, I reeeeeally wanted to go sit in a hot tub.  I was already getting sore from the run and just wanted to soak.

My bathing suit was in the car, so it was go time.

I pulled up to a local hotel, changed in the driver’s seat… pretty sure some tourists saw my boobs… welcome to jackson!

Waltzed in, grabbed a towel, hot tubbed.

Twas amazing.

Gosh, I need more hot tub in my life.

The funny thing about hotel hot tubs, is that they’re the place for adults to get away from their families for a whole second.  To talk to other grown-ups.  The kids are in the pool, dunking each other and firing squirt guns at each other… and here we are, the adults… talking about where we’re from, what we’re doing here, what we’ve done here…

I was from Portland.

I had lived in Jackson for a couple years before.

I was here on business.

I was a graphic designer.

It was crazy how the answers just flowed from me.  Lying without hesitation about the life I don’t live.

Well, I wasn’t going to tell them, “I’m a dirty local that lives a couple blocks away… I’m just real sore and have blisters all over my feet from running.”

– So, you came out by yourself?

– Oh, yeah… My fiancé had to stay in Portland to work.

Well, look at that… I’m engaged… Who knew?

How long have you lived in Portland?

– Two years.  I moved out to work for an energy conservation company.

– Oh, that’s great.  How do you like the rain?

– Jeez, I wouldn’t say I like it.  But the people there have made it bearable.  There are always things to do, people to enjoy, during the rain.

Gosh, I’m good.

And it continued.  And I kinda felt bad… but not really.  I had just listened to a good ten minutes of talking about the awe of “Grand Mountain” and how “scary” it is on the lift ride up and down Snow King.  Not that I was exactly making fun of them in my head, but they had entertained themselves with vocalizing their feats of the day and now I got to entertain myself with my fantasy life of the day.

And it’s all silly because I love my life.  I love this place.  These people.  I don’t want to be in Portland.  [well, not right now.]  I don’t want to be engaged.  [well, not right now.]  I don’t want to be traveling away from my home for “business”.  [well, not right now.]  Right now.  Right now, I want to be here.  I am here.

I want to be in the place where I’m in awe of the people, the life of the surroundings.

I want to be in the place where I slap my collarbones in the shock of the beauty by day and handsome cowboys entertain me by night…

for all your counting needs.

If you need any accounting in Teton Valley, I’ve got your woman:

Anna was my first hero in Jackson.  She was Alpinist’s hip accountant that could do almost as many pull-ups as I could eat push-up pops [which is a lot].  Now she’s a free agent, working for herself… doing so, so well… and there for you for all your counting needs… if you can find her:

[hint: she’s behind liz… and could also be contacted via the information on her business card.]

And if you’re looking for a sexy business card, I’ve got your woman… if you can find her:

[hint: it’s me… and i can be found here.]

And if you need any ads for awesome bands playing in your area, I’m also available for those:

things i am unabashedly in love with…

• this song:

• supporting local lemonade stands.

• the sexy knee bandaging i had from my trail race battle, complimenting my beer, pretty dress, sunshine and harry potter in bend:

• this:

• and this:

• and then, wow, these [from lelove]:

wrapped like you'll never let go.

defined.

• the fact that the arcade fire came out with a new cd and that they’re touring:

[when… WHEN… where… WHERE… will i see them??]

• getting asked by a random to post “morning scramble” set lists on the blahg.  [coming soon.]

• old alpinist interns reliving.

• doing design work for amazing jacksonites truly making a difference:

• sunshine galore.

• my new rangs:

 

• and much, much more… stay tuned.

• oh, okay… and this song:

• oh, and this boy:

 

...maybe a little too much.

to the leader of the band…

This was my birthday present from my father:

it reads "BADOODER... 'The Formative Years' or 'The Continuing Saga of the 5 Faces Family Band'"

Oh, where to begin?…

First off, that is my absolute favorite picture of my father and myself.  So dear to me.  I swell with love every time I see it.

Secondly, Badooder.  My father’s favorite nickname for me.  Covered in this blahg post: Badooder.

And finally… okay, okay… I was in a family band.  The Four [Five when Ry showed up] Faces Family Band.  To my defense, I quit [refused to go to rehearsal by bypassing the living room for the kitchen] as soon as I was old enough to know what was going on.  Oh, man… oh, man…

Here’s what the inside of the CD my pops gave me looks like:

i can hardly look at it.

Yep, that’s us.  Singing.  As a Family Band.  AT MY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.

[fast forward ten years…]

– Hey, Rachel… Can I see your Chemistry homework from last night?

– What?  No!  Do your own damn homework.

– Hey… Aren’t you in a family band?  Don’t I remember you guys playing at Annie Pearl Elementary School?

– Shut up.  Shut up.  Take my homework.

– Why, thank you.

Needless to say, it has been a rough journey to admit to myself that I played in this band.  My mother and father’s dreams carried out by their unknowing offspring.  Oh, man.

The mix my father made me is amazing, though.  No track names on the back, only clues to songs that really did form my childhood… and those we played in the 5FFB.

Though it is unbelievably embarrassing, it is so so precious to me.  My amazing/hilarious/embarrassing family is what made me who I am and I am ever so grateful.

So, to the lead singer, the lead guitarist, the band manager, the lead songwriter…

the man with a plan.

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DADDY!

I couldn’t ask for a more creative, a more loving, a funnier, a more thoughtful father.  Thank you for being so amazing.  I love you, Daddy.

[…even though you made me be in the Five Faces Family Band and sing a song called “The Chicken Song”, where I actually clucked.]

in between.

Here I sit.  Between awesome events.  On a Friday night.  Blahgging.

I’ve been gone.  In Oregon.  Can’t wait to tell you about the most humilated I’ve ever been on a trail.  Phew.  It was awesome.

Then it was Anna’s birthday.  We Thanksgivinged.  Said what we’re thankful for… what we’re not.  Tradition.

I am so so thankful.  Thankful that it’s been a year [yesterday] since I moved back to Jackson.  Back to Jackson to find a family of friends.  A family of community.  A family of artists.  A family of love.  So thankful.

Community.  Just got back from the Friends of Pathways Bike Week Party.  Sunshine!  Laughing!  Friends!  Beer!  Shane won the wheely contest.  Cuz he rules.  Life is happier when the sun’s shining on caring smiles and most of those belong to people you call friends.

Now off to… a fire fest?  Or something.  Unclear.

And then… THEN.  It’s the KHOL Fundraiser Solstace Dance Party.  Hells yeah!  You.  YOU better be there.  9:30 at Thai Me Up.  I know it’s late notice… but put on the tightest jeans you can drop it like it’s hawt in and meet me there.  I’ll be the tall girl smiling in it all.  Dancing.  That is right.  Dancing!

[not from our station… but we play ’em, we love ’em… holy f*ck!]

Hello Summer,

I missed you so so dearly.  You always brought out the best in me.

Can’t wait to get together many more times soon in this smiley romance.

xoxox10,
ray.