Back when I was a kid, I really hated when old people started sentences with “Back when I was a kid.” Now that I’m old, I start at least 66.67 percent of my sentences with this phrase and I don’t care what
I say that I have a day job, but technically speaking, I work at night. I would say “night job” but that sounds
If anyone can find a house in Forks that doesn’t have at least one pair of romeos inside, I will give you the entire contents of my savings
A few days from today would have been my grandma’s 77th birthday. In her memory, I’d like to share the following story:
If you have been reading this for very long, you might remember my friend Ethel. Ethel appeared in a column a few months ago
I am a huge fan of Chinook Pharmacy. I’m not just saying that to get a personal parking spot right in front either. If a reserved parking spot is offered as a “tip” for speaking highly of them, that would be OK, too,
’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town
The businesses in Forks (except 76) were all closed down
The decorations were hung down main street with flair
On the way to Port Angeles the other day, I was listening to some random Canadian radio station. It was coming in hit or miss.
10. Forks doesn’t get that much rain. Found on an online blog on the subject of Forks, “As someone told me who ACTUALLY lives in Forks, WA, it doesn’t actually rain there very often.” Seriously?
10. I am thankful for all of the power outages that remind me to not take electricity or hot water for granted. My customers however, are not thankful for my lack of showers on these days that I am without hot water.
A list recently came out naming the most crime-filled places in Washington. Tacoma was voted the crimiest. This came as a complete shock to absolutely no one, with the exception of maybe some of the residents of Aberdeen who thought they had it in the bag this year. Aberdeen is scary, but not like Tacoma.
The school district is asking for input on mascotting the intermediate school, or as I like to call it, “Forks Elementary School, Part II”. At first I wondered why the students at FES Part II weren’t just allowed to pick the mascot that they wanted. Then I remembered what happened the last time the kids were allowed to choose their own mascot; 9 months later, we got the Puddle Jumpers.
A while back I was at the police station. Just to set the record straight, I did not arrive handcuffed in the back of a police car. I was there on my own free will … and no, not turning myself in either.
