  I deliberately drug my ass from This Side of Paradise, picked up my sunscreen and shades, and put on clothing to write a drug-free post. It seems to me like this blog has recently mirrored those really awful “OMG I wuz so stond!!! LOL”-blogs.
Not wanting to be associated with that particular brand of crap, I decided to go back to the same old crap I’m been writing for a year now. So let’s get right down to it; random observations and silly anecdotes from the world of Anna. I think the best example of who my relatives are has to be Uncle Wally’s 80th birthday on Saturday. I actually did not know I was related to someone with the unfortunate name of Wally, but so I am. He is my late grandfather’s brother, so technically his title should be prefaced with ‘Great’. Great Uncle Wally celebrated his big 8-0 at The Longhorn Barbeque and Grill.
This deserves its own paragraph. The Longhorn BBQ is like no other establishment. It’s located in Airway Heights (a long stretch of highway with dilapidated old stores on either side). They have gigantic barbeques outside, so when we drove up this Vegan got a nice whiff of burnt animal flesh. The walls were decorated with guns. All sorts of guns. Handguns, riffles, oversized things possibly used to murder elephants. Everyone at this party, with the exception of Joey and my 7-year-old cousin Rex, was over the age of fifty. Most were old enough to have fond memories of the Eisenhower presidency. I would have been deeply depressed except the partygoers were having a great time.
Knowing nothing about farming, I opted to instead strike up conversation with Rex. I was regaled with the entire plot line of The Lord of the Rings trilogy. There might not be anything more adorable then the names Frodo, Pippin, and Merry said with a childlike lisp. ---------------------- I also got the latest issue of BUST this week. God, I have to say that Jena Malone really is the coolest screen teen. I haven’t even seen Saved! (it’s a Spokaneian conspiracy; it's not shown in any theatres here) but I still love her.
I used to read my mom’s Oprah’s Book Club novels when I was younger, and Karen Foster was actually quite good. Miss. Malone stared in the made-for-TV movie version, and was superb. Plus, I’ve got to give my props to the small-chested sistahs out there. Get down with your 36 A-self, Jena! Affectionately… Anna 
