Triumphant return! with guest writer!! and pictures!!!

So. I am back in Oregon now, after much traveling and many, many long hours spent in airports. Christmas has come and gone, I’ve even managed to unpack my bags and put my clothes away. But now that I’ve returned from the land of Internet cafes, I feel it is soon time for a new website. And when it’s time for a new website, who has time to update an old website? Not me. It would be like eating yesterday’s cake while you think about baking a brand new cake for tomorrow! Totally inefficient. That’s why I will let my sister Elizabeth (who is rad, btw) finish this update and tell you all about our trip to the Dallas Oregon Goodwill Superstore today.

Ode to the Dallas Goodwill Superstore
Since we moved to Dallas in 1987, Aaron and I have watched Dallas enter the modern age with much fanfare. People camped out on the lawn of our first McDonalds. The opening of our Wal*Mart made the headline of our local newspaper. Traffic stopped along Main Street when Dutch Brothers offered free coffee on their first day. It’s understandable, then, that Dallas took such pride when Goodwill came to town. It wasn’t just an ordinary Goodwill, either. It was a SUPERSTORE--the elite of national thrift store chains. We may only have 12,000 people, but we have a Goodwill Superstore.

I don’t remember what happened when it opened in Dallas. Probably some people died. It was that cool.

Today we visited the Goodwill Superstore, and though we actually only bought a sweater (my purchase, for $4.99), I think we were both reminded of just how great it really is. As proof, we present you with four illustrated reasons:

1. Vests. Aaron said this one looked like a potholder.


2. Fun jackets and hats.


3. Awesome ponchos. This one can even double as a tent!


4. The formal dress section.


I’m not a huge fan of hamburgers, Aaron and I both try to avoid Wal*Mart, and neither of us drink coffee. But Goodwill is one step to modernity that I think we can both agree is awesome.

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And that's my sister, ladies and gentlemen! She's right, too -- I hate Wal*Mart, coffee, and try to avoide beef, but I do not abhore progress! Thrift stores are an advanced, captitalist way of sharing and recycling. Both of which rule. Like my sister. Full of wisdom more advanced than her years, she is. She says she's willing to go freelance on more blog or journal entries if anyone requires her services. E-mail her @ ehumphre@willamette.edu . . . she's sad that I get more mail than her. She wouldn't be if she knew it was mostly just forwards and newsletters I haven't unsubscribed from, but . . . well, I suppose it's quantity and not quality that matters these days. But not when it comes to my sister! No sir! I would rather have one good sister than a ton of mediocre ones. You probably would, too. But Elizabeth already has a family, so you can't have her! But don't let that stop you from e-mailing her. Just don't start stalking her, you punks.