- Only the front passenger-side window rolls down. When I go to a drive-thru, I have to open my door to give them my order, close it, pull forward, open the door again to pay, close it, put my debit card back in my wallet, wait for them to come back with my food, open the door, take my food, then drive away while trying to ignore the laughter emitting from the car behind me.
- Half of the front bumper is missing. It’s not technically lost, because I know where it is — it’s sitting in my back seat. Apparently a half-inch-deep stream strewn about with pebbles encountered on a hiking trip is too much for a Volkswagen to ford without falling apart.
- The speedometer doesn’t work. That’s right — I’m just wingin’ it out there. If I ever get pulled over for speeding, and the officer asks if I know how fast I was driving, I can honestly reply “I have no idea. Do you?”
- Some trim fell off on one side and is stored in my trunk. Next to my fake hazmat suit/backup Halloween costume. Natch.
- First gear gets stuck after being in neutral at a stop light. I have to jam it back and forth until it goes in. I’ve heard I look really cool while doing this.
- If I leave the sun/moon roof cracked open and turn off the car, it automatically starts closing when I turn the car on again. Once it’s closed, it won’t open again for an undetermined amount of time.
- When I start the car, all the doors lock automatically. But the button to unlock them doesn’t work, so people have to pull them up manually (which isn’t as easy as it sounds). Since the lock on the back passenger side door is broken off, the person sitting there is just shit out of luck (this is actually much better than the driver being shit out of luck, though.)
- There’s permanent duct tape residue on one side. Once, I was driving around town, and my car just starting falling apart. I had to glue one of the side panels back on after it fell off in the middle of the road. And I had to secure it with duct tape while the glue dried. My dad, who subscribes to the infamous you-can fix-anything-with-duct-tape philosophy, was really proud.
- There appears to be a mystery electrical apparatus hanging from the underside of the driver’s seat. I should probably get that checked out ..
25 Aug
A (likely incomplete) list of things that are wrong with my car
29 Jun
Do you suck at softball? Try The Allison Squires Method For Sucking Slightly Less at Softball!
Hey, you. Yeah, you. The one who just struck out for the third time in your podunk intramural league softball game. I feel your pain. Back in the day, circa 1995-97, I was just as non-awesome at softball as you are. Like, I was really, really bad. I was (am) scared of the ball, and I don’t like doing things I suck at. But my parents wouldn’t let me quit the team, because apparently doing something you suck at over and over again builds character.
It’s clear you’re also not playing because you’re good at it, so I’m sure you have a similarly ridiculous reason for continuing to embarrass yourself (your buddy’s team needed more girls to avert a last-minute forfeit, most likely).
But I’m here to tell you it doesn’t have to be like this. You don’t have to suck this bad. There is another way. And you seem nice enough, so I’m going to let you in on a little secret that will solve all your softball-related woes: The Allison Squires Method for Sucking Slightly Less at Softball. Yes, you heard that right — The Allison Squires Method for Sucking Slightly Less at Softball.
The Allison Squires Method for Sucking Slightly Less at Softball guarantees to bring your strike-out percentage down to 90 percent, if not better. And you know it’s not a scam, because a person has used it with unwavering success. And because it’s on the Internet.
I promise you right now that if you employ the following three tactics in your next game, your days of being known as “The Absolute Last Girl On The List To Call And Hey Wait Charlie’s Kinda Small So Maybe We Can Dress Him Up To Look Like A Chick Instead Oh Wait We Already Tried That And Got Disqualified So Yeah Call Her” will be over:
a) Be really short (under 5 feet, ideally) and crouch your elbows really close to your knees, so your strike zone is as small as possible. This throws the pitcher off, and you’ll have a good shot at getting walked without having to swing the bat once. This has worked for me at least four times. I like to call it “Crouching Squirrel, Hidden Strike Zone.”
2) Bunt. Bunting gets a bad rap because it’s actually pretty lame, so I want to share a little story with you: When I moved up to the 14-and-under league, I was still really awful and always batted last. Plus, I was on a really good team (Western States Insurance: 1997 Helena City Champs! What what! Wait … I sat on the bench for the whole tournament). This only magnified my lack of raw skill and talent.
But one time, the game was on the line, and I was up to bat. There was a runner somewhere on one of the bases. I think. I wasn’t really paying attention. That may have been another factor contributing to my suckiness.
Anyway, I was up to bat, and the coach — who had clown hair and whose intensity far surpassed that required to lead a team of rag-tag middle-schoolers — told me to bunt. So I did, not realizing it was basically to advance the runner, not to get me on base. But the other team was so shocked that I actually made contact with the ball that they couldn’t react in time to throw me out, and the ump called me safe.
Now, the details of what happened next are kind of fuzzy, but I’m pretty sure that my little bunt maneuver won the game for the team, and everyone lifted me over their heads and carried me around the field. It was my one shining moment in kiddie softball. Just like Rudy, but way cooler, because it was me.
(Ironically, my parents — who had attended every single other softball game I played, just to watch me strike out and cower in fear whenever a pop fly headed my way — missed this one.)
I can’t guarantee bunting will work for you, because that I managed to do it successfully that time was pure luck. In fact, my coach told me to do the same thing in the next game, and I struck out. Have you ever seen anyone strike out by bunting? It’s truly shameful. But hey, let’s not pretend you’re not already making an ass out of yourself. What do you have to lose?
d) When all else fails, take advantage of the third-strike drop rule. As in, if the catcher drops the ball on your third strike, you’re technically allowed to make a run for first base. A lot of people don’t know about this rule because it’s rarely invoked in leagues for people 6 and older. But rest assured that 20 percent of the time, it works all the time.
Now, because I truly believe in The Allison Squires Method For Sucking Slightly Less at Softball (and since the rest of us just can’t bear to watch you do this to yourself anymore), I’m going to let you use it, free of charge. You can call and thank me from first base.
16 Jun
‘Sick rat tails’ and the people who search for them
One of my fave things about using WordPress for Squirrel Thoughts is that it tracks all the terms people search to get to the blog. And I’ve discovered that some people search for some pretty effed up things. Here, in no particular order, is a selection of some of the most amusing ones. Some of them correspond to actual posts; others seem completely random, and I’m mildly disturbed people found my blog by searching for them.
- fat bunnies, fattest bunny (these are by far the most popular terms that bring people to Squirrel Thoughts)
- squirrels crossing road changing mind
- what do they cal people whoo have spandex addictions? (referring to my father, no doubt)
- jesus is coming and he’s pissed picture
- sexy squirrel (why, thank you)
- dog boots for snow
- #5 racist tattoo
- stupid things to microwave (metal)
- squirrel rapture
- helmet dorky blog
- laughing lemur
- well, i want someone – tell me what’s wrong with me ooh hoo lyrics
- conan’s squirrel
- meth heads pics
- lemur two tongues
- blue pancake disease
- look at the fuzzy suirrel fear the fluffy fear it
- don’t take no shit from no squirrel
- snakerock
- tilly may squires
- squirrel dancing with glow sticks
- sick rat tail
- bunnehs (I like to think whoever searched for this pronounces it like “Timmehhhh” from “South Park.”)
- tampon helicopter
- actor leather
- ragamuffin
- tamponface
- giant earlobes
- sour patch kids around 8 o’clock
- dorrito smoothie
- социалист moda
- im back to the barn duh du du dun du dun
I have no idea how Squirrel Thoughts popped up in the search results for those last five. But hey, I’ll take what I can get.
7 Jun
Seriously, what the eff is going on in Kalispell?
What is it, Kalispell? Is it the fresh mountain air your residents breathe in while admiring the spectacular view of the Missions from their backyards? Is that what makes the people in your town certifiable loonies?
Case in point:

I’ll apologize right now for the suckiness of my phone pictures. But trust me, there’s a horse there, and it’s using the g.d. cross walk.
Zach and I saw this girl walking a horse through the cross walk of a (relatively) busy street. Perhaps they were simply rehearsing for a new anti-DUI commercial, since apparently we’re encouraging people to drink and ride horses instead of drink and drive in Montana. Or perhaps they were running late for cowboy church, which starts promptly at 5:59.
But come on! This is the kind of thing I get defensive about when I visit other places and tell people I’m from Montana. “Oh, so do you ride a horse to school?” No, moron. It’s not 1850 there. We have cars. And we’ve at least made it to the mid-90s. How do I know this?
This is how:

What’s that? Noooooo, I can’t still rap all the lyrics to “I Wish”! What kind of weirdo could do that? (Editor’s note: She can.)
That’s right people. This is not a joke. I repeat: THIS IS NOT A JOKE. Skee-Lo, maker of such a smash hit as “I Wish,” will be at the Kalispell Elks Club for one night and one night only to bedazzle you (that’s right, bedazzle you) with his smooth rendering of “I Wish.” On repeat. Still on repeat. OK, we’ll throw “The Burger Song” in there, too, just to mix things up. But then it’s back to “I Wish.” And when concertgoers leave, they’ll realize they’ve been magically transported back to 1995. Starter jackets everywhere …
Don’t get me wrong: I love my home state as much as the next born-and-raised Montanan. But man, sometimes …
21 May
Squirrel Confession: I’m actually scared to death of the Rapture
And that’s the reason I’m making fun of it every chance I get: to ease my own anxiety. I’m actually terrified all those crazy Christian nutjobs are right and we’re all going to be swallowed up by fire and brimstone. Because Lord knows, I’m not getting Raptured. And I would be seriously pissed if I’ve been wrong this whole time. I do NOT like to be wrong.
But unless Jesus goes for a Hail Mary at the end of the day, I think we’re going to be fine. Now I just have to get through 2012.





