My Take on Drive Throughs and Car Washes

     Have you ever been to a drive through at a fast food restaurant and been completely unsure of what you're ordering? I know I have. I would love to sit there and peruse the menu comparing prices, gluten-free foods, and dessert options, but you literally have 2.3 seconds before a cheery voice comes over the intercom and asks, "Do you want to try our new greasy combo meal for $5.99?" 

     I always say "no" to those sales gimmicks as a rule even if I might have eaten them otherwise. Then comes the big question. "What would you like to order?" 

     Ahhhh! I always know this moment is coming, but I'm never quite prepared. Sometimes, I just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind even if it's completely different than what I thought I would get initially. Other times, I waver back and forth until I feel the impatience of the employee and the anger of the people in the car behind me. I hate that pressure, so I usually cave and order something stupid. Like ice cream. Come to think of it, that's not stupid at all...

     Car washes. Where do I begin? 

     I'll start with some advice. Never wash your car in below freezing temperatures and try to wipe it off with towels before it cakes over with ice because it doesn't work. You also are being a bad advertisement for the car wash company because some other person might drive up to wash their vehicle, see you struggling with the ice, and decide to leave. It's not that I've ever done anything like that, it's just a good piece of advice to keep tucked away for the future. 

     Always have a plan BEFORE you put your quarters in the little car wash machine. Figuring out what button does what wastes precious seconds once they start counting down. I mean, if you don't read it and figure it out before, you might not figure out how the sprayer works until your time is over halfway done, and then you'll end up with soup suds all over your car and have to put in more quarters or drive away with soap flying everywhere. I've never done that either, but I'm thinking of these things to help you all out. 

     It's always a good idea to go to the car wash when you know there is an attendant there because they can make change for you when all you have is a ten dollar bill, and they might even give you an extra few minutes of water pressure to get all the soap off your car if you look pitiful enough. Of course, I haven't needed any of that, but some of you might. 

     I hope all of this advice has been helpful, and that none of you will make these mistakes because I sure didn't!

A Typical Day (Not Really)

     Hi! It's me again. I decided you all would like to hear about my day. Okay, so I decided to tell you all about my day whether you want to hear about it or not. (It was actually yesterday, but I'll call it today.)

     I started the day literally slapping myself in the face in bed about 6:30 in the morning because I had forgotten to retrieve my kayak paddle and dirty blanket from Sweet Char's trunk before taking it to the mechanic last night. It was kind of important since I was going kayaking with my friend, Rachel.

     “It's okay,” I thought, “After my Paul Mitchell class at work, I'll drive to the mechanic's, get the stuff out of Sweet Char's trunk, and then meet Rachel and Jake.” The latter was going to drive us up river so we could leave our vehicles at the landing where we planned to stop. It was a perfect plan. I would even have time to take care of my Kombucha tea and get the mushrooms out before I left.

    Only problem was, the color class went over and I ended up giving a haircut towards the end, so that I was leaving my house when I should have been arriving. I called Jake and tried to catch him so that he wouldn't make the trip and be waiting on me, but I couldn't get a hold of him. I first went to the landing where poor Rachel had been waiting for nearly an hour. Part of it was because I was late, and the other part was because she had been very early. She said Jake had come around and she explained to him the situation, so at least he wasn't waiting around. Thanking her, I headed off to the mechanic's where Sweet Char was done getting new back shocks.

     I consciously prepped myself ahead of time to pull the trunk lever and not the gas cap cover so I wouldn't look like a ninny who forgot her kayak paddle and couldn't even open the trunk. So guess what happened?

     That's right. I looked like a ninny who forgot her kayak paddle and couldn't even open the trunk. The helpful mechanic reached in and pulled the correct lever for me. Whatever.

     Taking my dad's truck with my kayak, Sweet Pepper, I went back to the landing and met up with Rachel. We left my dad's truck at the landing, and drove ourselves and both kayaks up to where we wanted to put in. We put in at the Lockport Bridge and then braved the raging rapids of the Tiffin River.

     It's not that the rapids in the Tiffin are necessarily raging or even that there are rapids on the Tiffin, but there sure are a heck of a lot of log jams and those have to count for something. Rachel and I portaged over most of them as taking the kayaks around on land was rather muddy, full of mosquitoes, and not nearly as fun. The mosquitoes had quite a feast today, I must say.

     We kayaked for about two hours until we came to the landing where my dad's truck was parked. All too late, I realized that I had locked my keys in Rachel's truck. Rats.

     Rachel was a good sport and rather fond of walking so that's what we did. We started the walk and once we got on the road that led straight to where we parked, we got up enough nerve to hitchhike. Yes, that's right. Hitchhike.

     If you have followed my blog, then you know that I almost did it last summer but chickened out. Now I had someone else with me, so I figured we'd have more of chance of staying alive and escaping kidnapping and murder since there were two of us instead of one. Well, we must have looked way too intimidating and scary because no one would pick us up.

     “I hope they don't call the cops because this is technically illegal,” I commented as we walked.

     “Really?!” Rachel gasped. I suppose she didn't think I would ever do anything that wasn't purely by the book.

     “Yeah, but then maybe the cops will pick us up and take us to your truck,” I said hopefully.

     We decided to stop hitchhiking and I called our friend Matt to see if he was available to come pick us up. Thankfully, he was and we made it to Rachel's truck much faster than if we had walked.

     The rest of our adventure went quite well and there is nothing of importance to note except that I did finally get my Kombucha tea taken care of before the day was over. 

     Stayed tuned for the next installment of the Blond Blog because I may be writing about fast food drive thrus and car washes.  

The Last Four Days

Day 7:

Long day, but I made it! I was gone about 11 hours from home all at one time, so I tool reserve lemonade mixture with me. Hey it's easier than packing, lunch, dinner, and snacks. This way, I have lunch, dinner, and snacks all in a water bottle. There are some good things about this cleanse.

Day 8:

I've lost nine pounds which is a very happy thought. I'm gonna take a nap now.

Day 9:

Had to pack lunch, dinner, and snacks for the day again.

Day 10:

Did well until I went to my friend's birthday party where they were having a crawdad bake. I've never had a crawdad before and couldn't turn down an opportunity like that, so I ended my cleanse a few hours early. It was worth it.

Day 5 and 6

Day 5:

Felt awful in the morning, but once I was at work, I had plenty of energy and I was effectively able to keep distracted as I did hair and nails for my clients.

Day 6:

Last night I dreamed of those small, buttery Ritz cracker sandwiches with that orange, tangy, artificial cheese spread in the middle. Oh man, I love those things

The Cleanse

Once again, I have taken it upon myself to do a ten day cleanse called the Master Cleanse. It involves not eating anything for ten days, drinking only a lemonade mixture, and hoping to stay alive in those ten days so you can finish your blog post about it.

It's really not that bad if you don't mind being hungry 24/7, and it does have its perks. Perks like losing a pound a day, getting your digestive system cleaned out, healing all the health problems you ever had, and giving you super human strength and intelligence. Just kidding! The last two aren't exactly true, but they sounded good.

Mom, brave woman that she is, has agreed to go on the cleanse with me to help me out for moral support. She's doing it for five days. I figure if I don't have a handle on it after five days, then I best be quitting, too.

Day 1:

I did really well as I started out my day. Drank the lemonade drinks, went to work, etc. It was a good day. Then, 11:00 am rolled around. HUNGRY! More lemonade. 12:00 pm rolled around. HUNGRY! 1:00 pm rolls around...do I need to keep this up?

I must say, I did have lots of energy. What did I do with all that energy? I did what mostly any woman would do—I worked and worked and got as much stuff done as I could before it gave out. That's what I did.

Day 2:

I worked and then took a three hour nap 'cause I was pooped.

Day 3:

This day was a bit crazy. I did four updos at work, went to Defiance to watch a softball game which I was too late for, and then went to a dance recital. I was really exhausted when the day was over, but being busy helped keep my mind off my troubles, such as acute hunger and weakness. Chugging lemonade drinks whenever I felt the need.

Day 4:

Exhaustion seems to be a running theme because that is what I was today. A nap after church, another lemonade drink and I'm raring to go. I have to say that I will be very leery of a certain kind of herbal tea from now on.

Sweet Pepper

Ahhh, dear Blond Blog, how I’ve missed you! You haven’t been far from my mind, I assure you, but I finally am making time to spend with you. Please don’t take this personally, but I’ve had other things I’ve been doing. However, I think some quality time tonight might just be in order. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, and I’m listening to the only country song I listen to, I think I can proceed.

I must say, I’ve had some blond moments since I last wrote. Which one to write about? Perhaps my trip to Detroit airport where I embarrassed myself at the paid parking place? What about how I singlehandedly replaced the dome light in my car? What about the best purchase of my life and how the guy at Menards and a random truck driver had to help me? Maybe the time I tried to portage over a log jam while kayaking and lost my paddle instead? (It is REALLY hard to paddle with a stick. Just sayin’)

Hmm, maybe I’ll talk about the best purchase of my life.

So my dear and loyal friend, Lynell, and I were on our way to Defiance to buy a kayak. Yes, I just said a kayak. After renting a kayak in Indy a couple of years ago and having a hi ho time, I’ve never been the same since. I’ve thought of buying one off and on, and this spring, I decided that this was the season to buy my very own kayak. My sister-in-law found an ad for a really good deal for them at Menards, so naturally, Lynell and I were en route to Defiance and the closest Menards.

I was so excited I told Lynell that this was the happiest day of my life.

“You mean besides the day when you get married,” Lynell clarified.

I thought a minute. “Nope. This is the best day of my life,” I answered.

“Wow. I’m really beginning to see the depth of your excitement,” Lynell replied.

Finally, someone got it.

A rather standoffish guy helped us buy the kayak and some ratchet straps to secure it on Sweet Char, and then I had to pull around back to get the kayak. Lynell and I found the kayaks and Lynell thought I should go for the second one because the top one was probably faded.

Really, Lynell? I’m going to go hard core kayaking and you’re concerned I might have a slightly faded kayak? I don’t think you’re grasping the situation.

We pulled the kayak off the rack and stared at the ratchet straps.

They were secured in the case with wire twisties and I had just cut my nails, so there was no way I could unwind them. Thankfully, a Menards guy came up to help us and had a wire cutter on his belt. He undid the wires and I got the ratchet straps out.

Apparently, Menards has a rule that they’re employees can’t help the customers secure large items on their vehicles because if it falls off, then they don’t want to be held liable. I guess they hadn’t figured on me.

The Menards guy let me fumble with the ratchet straps for about two seconds and decided not to listen to that rule.

“You can tell us how to do it, so you don’t get in trouble,” I said, but I guess he figured he might as well go all the way if he was going to break the rules anyway.

He wasn’t particularly fast at securing the straps and so a truck driver who had either been loading or unloading something came over to help.

“I do this for a living,” he said confidently.

That was good to hear, but when he didn’t know how to initially thread the strap through the ratchet, I began to have my doubts.

“My ratchets aren’t like this,” he said.

Uh oh.

Despite my justified misgivings, he and the Menards guy got my new kayak, affectionately dubbed Sweet Pepper, secured on the top of Sweet Char, my car. After eating out and shopping, which is what naturally follows kayak purchasing, Lynell and I headed to church and then I went home.

The next day, Pop got Sweet Pepper down for me, and low and behold, there was a big old crack on the back. Ahh! I was so ticked. Mostly because Lynell was right, and I should have gotten the one on the bottom. Just kidding! I was mostly ticked because I had to go back to Defiance that night. However, Lynell was still right, and I’m pretty sure she enjoyed that fact immensely.

Oh well. I now have a fully functional kayak, and I kept the same name. Lynell has a kayak named Pongo and we’ve already had an extensive adventure together. Just think. Summer is only beginning.

 

What's in a Name? Part II

After writing the previous post, it was suggested to me by a friend that I should give a tutorial on my last name. I think that is a brilliant idea, so I decided to do implement it.

Before I begin, I would like to add in a couple of nicknames that I left out of my previous post. It wouldn’t do to leave it incomplete, so here they are:

Evange: A friend of mine started calling me this and I thought she just hadn’t caught on to the whole Vange thing. However, she purposely left the ‘e’ in front to be different. Not bad. A+ for creativity.

Evan: This is not pronounced the way you would pronounce the boy’s name. It’s a long “ē” sound, making it sound like the beginning of my name with the rest chopped off. Maybe people will start calling me Evan Almighty…(Btw, I never watched that movie)

Eva: This one kinda sounds like an old lady’s name, but I don’t mind it too much.

Okay, now that I’ve exhausted just about every name people can possibly call me, I’d like to take a closer look at the last name of Rupp.

The name Rupp has its roots in German. In fact, my dad is pretty much all German and my mom has some German in her, so I’m mostly German. However I don't speak German. I don't even speak Pennsylvania Dutch for crying out loud.

When people see the name, Rupp, they automatically pronounce it Rŭpp. This is NOT correct.

At least not for my family. There are Rŭpps around, but I am not a Rŭpp. I am a Rupp, pronounced like Roop. It rhymes with loop. Please don’t make up a rap song about my name either. Already had that done…

The way we pronounce it is the German way, and I’d like to keep it that way. Pronouncing it Rŭpp would just not be loyal to our roots. I’m all about loyalty. I mean, I guess.

I think all of us Rupps and Rŭpps come from the same families who settled in this area back in the 1800s. (I’d have to verify that fact with my mom who is the family genealogist, but she’s not here right now, so I’m going with it.) However, some of the Rupps were traitors to the name and switched over to the dark side. Because of this, it gets really confusing who are Rupps and who are Rŭpps. However, I have a little expression that will help you all keep it straight.

“The Rŭpps have all the money, and the Rupps have all the kids.”

In my experience, this has held true. Maybe I should change my name to Rŭpp…

Just kidding

 

Honestly, the only bad thing about my name is spelling it out loud. Go ahead, try.

See what I mean? I’ve started saying “double p” at the end just to get away from that. Moving on…

So, are you ready for this???? Here is my full name and you now know how to pronounce it correctly:

Evangeline Joy Rupp

If you need a whole tutorial on how to pronounce my middle name, I’ve got nothin’ to say to you.

 

You know, my mom had the freedom to give me a long first name because my last name is really short, but what if I marry some guy with a super long last name? (Side note alert: Okay, so me getting married is HIGHLY improbable. If you question that statement, then just read this whole blog. It’ll clear things up for you pretty quickly. I mean, who would want to marry someone who does cartwheels at work and whacks guys in the face with kayak paddles? Exactly.) But all the same, what if I married a guy with the last name Neuenschwander?  

Evangeline Joy Neuenschwander

Wait, is it already 2014?

 

What about Snodgrass?

Evangeline Joy Snodgrass

That girl sounds scary

 

How about Drozdovandropopozgiopanatzakis? This is a real last name and here is the link if you don’t believe me: http://www.gazettetimes.com/news/local/the-man-with-the-long-last-name/article_5c9a63e4-2d01-11e1-a2ab-001871e3ce6c.html

 

Poor Evangeline Drozdovandropopozgiopanatzakis. Three years after the wedding, she was finally able to write her last name without her husband’s help. Ten years later, she was able to pronounce it correctly. Maybe one day, she'll be able to pronounce it with a Russian accent. Who knows?

 

Maybe, I’ll just stick with Rupp. Yea, I like Rupp.