Monday, July 29, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Burn Baby Burn
Today we had a bonfire.
It was lovely really, we told each other campfire stories and sang hymnals- jk about the hymnals-
I always enjoy a grand bonfire on blustery day.
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It was lovely really, we told each other campfire stories and sang hymnals- jk about the hymnals-
I always enjoy a grand bonfire on blustery day.
Scroll die for a snapshot!
Shake It Like Polaroid Picture
Last week was so hot, it was in the mid-90's all week. This wouldn't be so bad if we had air conditioning, but alas, we do not. The point of this post is not to complain about the weather, but to tell a story about how this weather called us out into the world for an adventure.
The first thing you need to know is that we hate hot weather, almost as much as death itself (or hunger). Since it was so hot we decide to leave the house and go explore. The first stop we decided to make was At Goodwill, about half way there I declared that I wasn't exactly sure how to get there so I handed over the GPS to Elaina and had her look it up. We passed the road that I thought it was on, but the GPS said otherwise so we kept going. When we finally reached our destination I exclaimed that we were at the wrong Goodwill. I expected to end up the other one, which Elaina found hilarious.
Once inside we perused around and I found a few skirts which was cool, but what was even better was the shirt that I found, it is a classic "teacher shirt". I won't keep rambling though, check it out.
The first thing you need to know is that we hate hot weather, almost as much as death itself (or hunger). Since it was so hot we decide to leave the house and go explore. The first stop we decided to make was At Goodwill, about half way there I declared that I wasn't exactly sure how to get there so I handed over the GPS to Elaina and had her look it up. We passed the road that I thought it was on, but the GPS said otherwise so we kept going. When we finally reached our destination I exclaimed that we were at the wrong Goodwill. I expected to end up the other one, which Elaina found hilarious.
Once inside we perused around and I found a few skirts which was cool, but what was even better was the shirt that I found, it is a classic "teacher shirt". I won't keep rambling though, check it out.
After that we went to the other Goodwill which where we found the real treasures. Lesson number one: also go back and look at the kids section, always. We found popstar puzzles, not just any popstar puzzles, but 90's popstars and better yet there was *NSYNC and Backstreet Boys, what could be better, really/ There were also Christina Aguilera and Ricky Martin puzzles, but we opted out. In addition to the puzzles we also found two polaroid cameras, holla!
Monday, June 17, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
The Ants Go Marching Two by Two
Upon arriving at our new home Elaina and I noticed we had some friends who also thought it would be fun to room with us; a lot of new friends. Our new friends are ants.
We began to find them increasingly as the week went on. One morning we woke up, and looked down at the floor. Realizing that there were ants everywhere we began to kill them while still trying to lay in our beds. I'm sure it was quite a spectacle. Shoes, and angry words flying, the number of ants began to dwindle down. Later that day we had a friend over when we noticed that the ants were back and again we got to it killing the ants by the hundreds (okay that might be a slight exaggeration). We mentioned to him jokingly while smashing the ants that it had become a new game that we like to play... often.
After the events of that day, we decided we really needed to get proactive and come up with more long term solution. The ants got sucked up by a vacuum hose, blasted with bleach, smashed with shoes and drowned out with pine-sol. You would think that they had disappeared by now, right? Wrong.
For the most part they have vanished; around the house I only see one or two a day, but the kitchen is a whole different story. They are everywhere: on the counter, in the sink, on the floor, in the dish rack, etc. I have repeatedly used all the methods stated above, but it has yet to be as effective as I would like.
...this is not the end. I may have lost the Kitchen Battle, but mark my words, I will win the war.
We began to find them increasingly as the week went on. One morning we woke up, and looked down at the floor. Realizing that there were ants everywhere we began to kill them while still trying to lay in our beds. I'm sure it was quite a spectacle. Shoes, and angry words flying, the number of ants began to dwindle down. Later that day we had a friend over when we noticed that the ants were back and again we got to it killing the ants by the hundreds (okay that might be a slight exaggeration). We mentioned to him jokingly while smashing the ants that it had become a new game that we like to play... often.
After the events of that day, we decided we really needed to get proactive and come up with more long term solution. The ants got sucked up by a vacuum hose, blasted with bleach, smashed with shoes and drowned out with pine-sol. You would think that they had disappeared by now, right? Wrong.
For the most part they have vanished; around the house I only see one or two a day, but the kitchen is a whole different story. They are everywhere: on the counter, in the sink, on the floor, in the dish rack, etc. I have repeatedly used all the methods stated above, but it has yet to be as effective as I would like.
...this is not the end. I may have lost the Kitchen Battle, but mark my words, I will win the war.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Elaina's drinking in the shower
That is the kind of night it has been... and it is only ten o'clock.
Our lovely evening began with Elaina catching our kitchen on fire, and by that I may be exaggerating just a bit. I am surprised the upstairs neighbors didn't call 911 the way we were yelling. Elaina was screaming "Fire, fireeeeee, FIRE!" and I was yelling back, "WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" After those scary thirty seconds the fire was out and we began to reflect on the experience we realized that we live about fifty yards from the fire department and next time we can just yell out the window if we need some help.
After dinner we decided it was time for a run, so we laced up our shoes and headed out the door with Elaina asking me multiple times if I had the key to which I answered multiple times, "Yes". During our run we got to discuss some lovely things for example how when we have our new roommate move in soon I will have to close the door when I'm changing and not walk around in a towel. To this she just replied that I already should be doing those things. When we got back to the house I started to unlock the door and quickly realized I had grabbed the wrong key and not only was it the wrong key, but it was much smaller than the key to our house and I should have recognized this before we even left. Glancing back at her I told her guiltily, like a child confessing to his mother that he ate the all the cookies, that I had locked us out. And so our second excursion began.
First, we decided we should walk around the house to check and see if any of the windows were unlocked. After walking around the house once, we defeatedly decided to go upstairs to the neighbor's and ask if we could call the landlord on one of their phones. On our way up the stairs we realized that asking the neighbors for help meant we could finally see the inside of their house like we had been wanting to. Once we got to their door we knocked, and knocked, and then knocked again and realized that even though their car was in the driveway, they were not there. We decided we needed to move into the next plan of action.
Walking over to our friend's house, our plan was to borrow his phone and get a hold of the landlord that way. Standing at his door felt like a repeat of what we had just done at the neighbor's house. Once more, we knocked and knocked, but no one answered. Elaina geniusly suggested that even though no one was answering that I should try the door and so I did, and it was unlocked. We let ourselves inside and it appeared that no one was there, regardless, we yelled that we were in fact in the house and that if anyone was home they needed to come out of hiding, immediately. Finally, Adam appeared.
We used his phone to try to get ahold of the landlord, but there was no answer, after leaving a message for him we decided to try once again to break into the house. Heading over, the plan was to use a credit card to try to open the door. That plan didn't work, instead we started ripping the screen to the only window in the house that we used and happened to be open. The screen was finally ripped out and Adam courageously dove inside to unlock the door. When he was inside we got word that the landlord was on the way. Together we agreed to tell him that we had opened the door with a credit card. Not suspicious at all.
And now Elaina is in the shower, drinking, pop.
Our lovely evening began with Elaina catching our kitchen on fire, and by that I may be exaggerating just a bit. I am surprised the upstairs neighbors didn't call 911 the way we were yelling. Elaina was screaming "Fire, fireeeeee, FIRE!" and I was yelling back, "WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" After those scary thirty seconds the fire was out and we began to reflect on the experience we realized that we live about fifty yards from the fire department and next time we can just yell out the window if we need some help.
After dinner we decided it was time for a run, so we laced up our shoes and headed out the door with Elaina asking me multiple times if I had the key to which I answered multiple times, "Yes". During our run we got to discuss some lovely things for example how when we have our new roommate move in soon I will have to close the door when I'm changing and not walk around in a towel. To this she just replied that I already should be doing those things. When we got back to the house I started to unlock the door and quickly realized I had grabbed the wrong key and not only was it the wrong key, but it was much smaller than the key to our house and I should have recognized this before we even left. Glancing back at her I told her guiltily, like a child confessing to his mother that he ate the all the cookies, that I had locked us out. And so our second excursion began.
First, we decided we should walk around the house to check and see if any of the windows were unlocked. After walking around the house once, we defeatedly decided to go upstairs to the neighbor's and ask if we could call the landlord on one of their phones. On our way up the stairs we realized that asking the neighbors for help meant we could finally see the inside of their house like we had been wanting to. Once we got to their door we knocked, and knocked, and then knocked again and realized that even though their car was in the driveway, they were not there. We decided we needed to move into the next plan of action.
Walking over to our friend's house, our plan was to borrow his phone and get a hold of the landlord that way. Standing at his door felt like a repeat of what we had just done at the neighbor's house. Once more, we knocked and knocked, but no one answered. Elaina geniusly suggested that even though no one was answering that I should try the door and so I did, and it was unlocked. We let ourselves inside and it appeared that no one was there, regardless, we yelled that we were in fact in the house and that if anyone was home they needed to come out of hiding, immediately. Finally, Adam appeared.
We used his phone to try to get ahold of the landlord, but there was no answer, after leaving a message for him we decided to try once again to break into the house. Heading over, the plan was to use a credit card to try to open the door. That plan didn't work, instead we started ripping the screen to the only window in the house that we used and happened to be open. The screen was finally ripped out and Adam courageously dove inside to unlock the door. When he was inside we got word that the landlord was on the way. Together we agreed to tell him that we had opened the door with a credit card. Not suspicious at all.
And now Elaina is in the shower, drinking, pop.
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