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Constance Reimen Davidson

After graduating from WSU in 1981 (yeah, that's right...5 years) with a degree in Social Studies, I applied to 53 different high schools all over tarnation. I finally got a (read ONE) job interview.... in Roseberg, Oregon, but they basically told me at the interview that I ...um...wasn't exactly what they were looking for - they wanted to hire a wrestling coach/social studies teacher, and they thought "Constance" was a guys name.(?) If the truth be told, when they sent me my "official rejection letter", the outside envelope read "CONSPANCE". That's where they got confused. The very common male name...CONSPANCE. Brother. I promptly moved to Shelton and have been teaching at Shelton High School ever since. I kind of liken my style to Mr. Bolz....light on content, heavy on the story telling. The district may be on to me, however, because they've offered me a job where I will "develop curriculum" for a special program. I am watching the mail for a letter to CONSPANCE.

Ben and Britt will be Juniors in college next year. Ben attends WWU in Bellingham where he is a Public Relations/Journalism major. I think Public relations came about because they don't offer the "intramural soccer and football" major like they used to at WSU. At 6'4", 185 he towers over me, but as "the mom" I kind of like it that way.
Britt attends Gonzaga (fitting because her brother has called her "GU" for as long as any of us can remember) and she also is studying Public Relations with a minor in Italian. She'll spend all next year in Florence, Italy, so trips to Europe are already in the works. She's also tall and athletic and soccer is her sport of choice.

My husband George and I live on an "idylic" 5 acre farm in Mason County. We have 3 llamas, 2 dogs and 3 cats. Yes, the llamas spit. "But", we always say "they don't really spit at people". They don't have to. As they hock loogies at each other, we can usually count on being in the crossfire. After a particular hike to the Dosewallips one year, they jumped up into the van for the ride home (we thought that having them in our cargo van would be a far better way to "commune" with them on the drives to and from hikes...WRONG). They got irritated with each other (picture a drive to North Dakota with 3 children in the backseat.."don't touch me...don't touch me..she's touching me")..SPIT SPIT SPIT SPIT....on the windows, on the front windshield...on George's head...on my ear. We almost ended up in Hood Canal...not just because the windshield was covered with green gunk, but because George was seaching for a rifle that we don't own with which to shoot them.
Our dogs, Max and Molly seem to tax us as well. Max is a registered German Wirehaired Pointer. This translates to "dog that should never have been bred". His registered name is Maxwell Smart Von Seuss. But he isn't...smart that is. His problems started at birth, and have continued non stop for the past nine years. Our first trip to Wenatchee with him culminated in him throwing up a bolder sized pine cone (fully intact) in the car as we headed down Blewett. Ouch. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, over the nine years he has thrown up(again, fully intact...this dog doesn't digest anything).....field rats, mice, pinecones, my husband's underwear, my underwear, my underwire bra ...okay...SEVERAL underwire bras, and so many pairs of socks that EVERYTIME I work in my garden I find another pair. I am not making this up. Molly, his sister, is an australian shephard and her major issue is her daily dietary need of 3 lbs of llama dung daily. Her breath will put a grown man on his knees. And not in a good way.
Idylic? ...Perhaps chaotic is a more fitting description of life on the farm.

George and I enjoy kayaking - George has built a triple and a single, and is working on another single. Living close to the water is a real bonus - we can put into the water in a matter of minutes. He and a friend also race a sailboat they co-own, a keel boat that seems to spend WAY too much time heeled over for my taste. A couple of years ago I started doing marathons with a couple of women I know. I've done Portland twice, Capital City (half marathon) and the Sound to Narrows twice as well. The first time I did Portland I only wanted to finish, the next time my goal was to be able to walk afterwards. I think this year I'd like to make it without throwing up. A lofty goal to be sure.

Life is good.

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