Tuesday, March 25, 2008

downtown bend

The truth of the matter is that I'm addicted to downtown Bend.
It feels very European to me. The cobblestone in front of Bellatazza.
Last week I went on a little shoot for something Jasper needed for the church. Here are a few of my favorites:

the breezeway, where many aspiring musicians serenade passers-by

from below the load-in doors for the Tower theatre

the backdoor to a new restaurant

water dish left out by a shop owner for passing dogs

Thursday, March 20, 2008

bowling with the pastors

Last Tuesday, the staff of Westside church (me included) turned off our computers and headed down to Sun Mountain Fun Center at noon for several hours of bowling bliss. We ate bowling alley pizza. Watched bowling alley music videos (mostly from the '80's). And we bowled until our fingers ached and our feet were thoroughly soaked (bowling shoes weren't really created with ventilation in mind).

For reasons unknown to me or Jennifer (my bowling buddy), the 9 1/2 shoe size says 8/9 on the back. If any of you math freaks out there (*ahem* Danny or Timmy) can figure that out, please let me know.

Pastor Ken, the lead pastor at Westside, is in the foreground. He's serious about his bowling.

I was part of the Jane Austen Bowling Gang (JABG). From left to right: Emma (Jeanie Myhre), Emliza (1/2 Emma, 1/2 Elizabeth Bennett -aka Jennifer), Fannabeth (1/2 Fanny Price, 1/2 Elizabeth Bennett -aka me), Penelope (Nancy) and Jane (Tony).

On my second game I broke 100. Those who went to high school with me know that this is a highly rare occassion. I dubbed myself the Zero Bandit back then.

Monday, March 17, 2008

happy st. patty's!

Nothin' beats Darby O'Gill & the Little People on St. Patrick's Day.
And, in case you didn't notice, the young bloke, Michael, is played by a very young Sean Connery. He sings in the movie, too.

Friday, March 14, 2008

the many moods of donny shire

pensive (he's thinking about crackers)

ecstatic (mama Kimmie appeared with cracker in hand)

pouty (the cracker was eaten & gone)

open house for katie twist

Last weekend in Junction City Whittaker's & Kjosness's galore gathered to meet, re-meet & baby talk with my two month old niece, Katie Twist. Here she is:

I brought Jack McQueen crocks - he wanted to drive them, not wear them.

My dopple-ganger & very fun cousin, Megan.

(I wrote about five caption drafts for this picture, but none seemed quite sufficient, so I'll let you make up your own:________________________________________________)

Jack's first time on a swing

...and his first time on a slide.

My favorite picture from the weekend

This park is right across the street from my parent's house

Timmy & Heather might kill me for posting this picture, but it so perfectly captures Timmy's personality...

My mom loves being a grandma

Monday, March 10, 2008

best be wary!

I have learned a valuable lesson. Reporters are dangerous creatures.
There's a certain reporter for The Source, a local Bend weekly paper, who oft lurks at Backporch in the mornings. She's an Opinions columnist. I gave her my opinion once about a month ago, about Bend's fashion sense. So when she approached me a couple of weeks ago & asked if I had an opinion, I naively responded, "Yes--most of the time!"

She proceeded to pull out her recorder & ask me 5 or 6 questions about the speed limit on the parkway (currently 45 mph, but everyone drives 50 to 55). I answered them as honestly, conservatively & wittily (I know that's not a word) as possible.

The next week I walked into my other favorite coffee shop, Bellatazza, and was hailed by another regular thus: "Morning, speed demon!" I was quite confused until he held up a copy of the Source & I remembered my little interview & guessed the contents.

Norman, my barista, pulled a copy up from behind the counter as he took my order & commented that it was a very good picture of me. Then he read aloud my "quote."

I already look like an 18 year old--now I sound like one too. The reporter took my answers to all six leading questions and shoved them into two sentences (without using any ellipses!).

(If you right click on this picture & pick "Open in a new window" you'll see it full size so you can read what she wrote.)

*And let the record show that I was very respectful of road authorities in my answers, stating that the laws were probably there for some kind of good reason, but everyone drives faster. And the off-ramps. I simply said that their short length was the reason for the slow speed limit. When asked if I thought that was ridiculous. I said, "Probably not. I don't know. I'm no road regulation expert." She said, "But do you really think people can't handle the speed on the exits?" I said, "I don't know. I'm not other people. But I can." There you have it.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

call me fannabeth

I would just like to let the world know that I am about to finish my last Jane Austen novel. I read Emma & Pride and Prejudice in high school, Sense and Sensibility in college, Mansfield Park last spring, Northanger Abbey late this winter and I started Persuasion last week.

A few of my friends have a theory that a young woman of a certain age who finishes all six Austens will immediately be swept off her feet by her own personal Mr. Darcy (or Captain Wentworth, Edmund, Edward Ferras, etc.). This is of course debated by some of my other friends who have, years ago, finished the Austen six and are (as yet) still un-swept.

According to a few quizes I've taken, I'm either Fanny Price or Elizabeth Bennett. I'm not banking on my friend's theory (especially seeing it's very poor success rate) -- I really just like reading Jane. She's so witty.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008


It's been awhile since I threw a poem on here.
Here's a new one:

by Joann Renee

Sunday after Sunday
heels and leggings matched
with a fashionable dress
I stare up at the ceiling,
watching lights swirl and dance,
and swish my skirt
around me remembering
a similar tugging emotion from
simpler Sundays

there’s a lit up window to the east
of outstretched arms
apparently anticipating an embrace
we comply, hands raised
aching for something
we stretch them higher
wrists crossing in the air
unified voices crying out
the same words
with different motives
varying angst
together we stand alone
unconscious of our neighbor
unaware of their closeted fears

Sunday after Sunday
polka-dotted tights clashing
with my hand-me-down dress
I stared up at those arms,
giant in my sky,
and cinched my own tightly
around me imagining
how it must feel to be
so wrapped

Saturday, March 01, 2008


finally, i'm in contacts again (after 2 very long months, during which time many of my friends in Bend, who I've known for over 2 and a half years, forgot that I'd ever worn contacts before. lame)


leap day 2008

a video for Leap Day from a classic musical, Pirates of Penzance (featuring Kevin Cline & Angela Lansbury):