Grade 7 Spelling Test

My sister 'chell' was over from the island for my Grandma's 90th birthday (Ya, Grandma!). As a dedicated teacher she was marking her Grade 7 spelling test and I thought why not give 'er a shot. How bad could it be the class average was 80%.

peter the humble husband decide to follow suit spelling everything backwards. I asked if I could take the test using Word. 20 words later and a pass of the human scantron revealed my lack of talent for such activities. The totals peter 85% - Moo 55% - Moaw the cat 0%

Please try not to laugh too hard... the poor cat couldn't even hold the pen.

Perhaps, 'Chell you could post the words in the comments and all you faithful can try the test (no cheating! get your roommate/sister/cat/dad to read the words to you)

Let me know how you do...(unless you did really well)

You don't go for the camping

Cut in the bank of the mighty Columbia river valley, a shanty village of tents and SUVs marked the end the pilgrimage of ~20,000 people. This colourfully/barely dress group of mostly whites, had endured high gas prices, stinky ‘Honey Buckets’* and semi cooked corn dogs in search of the ultimate beach ball’n, glow stick’n, and high five’n experience.**

Yes, Dave Matthews was playing the Gorge, in George Washington.

As the dude with the “Wanna make out?” sign walked by, I began to doubt my place in such a crowd. However, when Dave lead the band through the structure of ‘Granny’ and they dropped into the first Jam, there were few places I’d rather be (maybe closer to the stage; further from man w/ kissing sign).

There is no modern rock band that brings the technical mastery of their instruments to the stage like these guys. You almost need that minute of dead air they leave between songs to process what all went on in the last 12-15 minutes, before they start it all up again.

A satisfying 3 hours later, we followed the mob back to Shanty Town now wafting 3 days of human over population. We were quite pleased with our ‘site’ selection as it was apparent the majority of our neighbors also wanted to sleep. By the time Doug, Nikki and I awoke the shanty town was gone. Left behind were the excessive piles of trash scattered amidst old sofas and Honey Buckets. My heart went out to the clean-up crew.

A bowl of oatmeal later we broke camp and left for the home. On the way, I wondered if Dave would consider playing at Elfin lakes next year.






*American equivalent of ‘Jiffy John’ and if honey refers to the sticky yellow stuff covering the floor and seat they picked the right adjective.
** you may wish to add intoxicated’n to the list.

If you’d like to know the gritty details and all about the show and the gear they use Dave’s web tech has done the work for me. http://road.davematthewsband.com/SetlistsDir/setlist.asp (Sep 3 2006 Gorge Amphitheatre)