i told you guys i'd keep you posted on the roommate situation, but thus far i haven't really held true to that. so here goes!
about wasson; the good, the bad, and the ugly:
1. the good: he's kind of becoming my go-to guy. if i have a "boy" question, i usually go to adam, hugo, or sometimes my brother. problems with that? adam sometimes thinks i'm hinting at something or have an agenda, so he doesn't tell the truth all the time. hugo is in las cruces, i'm in socorro. nick doesn't talk to me very much anymore because he's a workaholic.
the solution? not only do i live in the same town as steve, i live in the same house. and he gives me honest answers, even brutally honest sometimes. more often than not he tells me a lot more than i wanted to know, and christian and corrie gross out and carmelita yells at him, but i get my answer! problem solved.
2. the bad: i thought my mom was the noisiest eater in the world. i may have been wrong all these years. if wasson isn't louder, he's a really close second.
the problem here is that he gets up early to eat, and i get up early to study, and they really don't co-incide.
3. the ugly: he doesn't put food away. he'll just leave it out and it'll go bad, usually until corrie finds it and throws it out and lectures him. this doesn't really bug me that much, but it drives corrie crazy. what i think is funny is that carmen does the same thing.
about corrie; what roommate?
1. when corrie hangs out with the same people too much (read SCUBA), she kind of flips out and leaves town for a few days and doesn't tell anyone where she's going and turns her phone off. people who know her know that she's fine, but that doesn't mean that some people (read SCUBA) don't worry about her.
between corrie's freedom sprees, family visits, and work-related trips, i really don't have a roommate like 85% of the time. i just share a room with her stuff.
2. when corrie IS home, she has a cleaning frenzy and devours the house. we all feel bad that she cleans up after us, so we tidy everything up when we know she's coming home, but it doesn't seem to help. she cleans out the refrigorator every time, and throws a lot away. she's cleaned this house more than all of us put together, and she's not even here half of the time.
about scuba; nothing to report!
scuba steve is being his sweet, kind, goofy, funny, nerdy self and i am pleased to report that he has no annoying traits whatsoever. corrie may disagree with me on this note, but i really can't see why.
about christian; um.... where to start? this guy was the one i promised to keep you posted on. this is the one i couldn't figure out at the beginning. well, read on.
1. he thinks he's really romantic. not that he thinks he's a babe or whatever, but he tries to underline his impress-the-girls qualities. for one, he thinks he's a really great chef. ha! half the time he makes taco salad. he's picky about what utensils he uses, like he's a pro or something, and when he cooks he uses about every dish in the kitchen. it totally pisses me off.
his second i'm-a-hopeless-romantic trait is this introspective momma's boy thing he does. he really tries to analyze the family unit, and he's always asking steve how he knew carmelita was THE ONE, and he's always talking about his mom like she's the greatest perfect person in the world, and he's got all these stereotypes that he thinks girls agree with... like that guys are dumb or ugly or girls are in charge of relationships, blah blah blah. he tells mike to "watch out" that he "doesn't get in trouble" with me. i don't even want to talk about that one.
he thinks he has deep insight into the female mind. he would never say that out loud, he actually claims the opposite because he thinks girls like it, but yeah, he thinks he knows a lot. what-ev-er!
he collects weird "romantic" things like lists of the symbolism in different flowers and non-alcoholic wine and little zen teacups and stuff.
the list goes on and on. he's not liking his psychology class this summer because it's very evolution-based, but i could totally see him as a psych major. whatta weirdo.
2. he totally can't clean up after himself. he doesn't really understand the concept of rinsing off a dish before putting it in the sink. and like i said, he'll use every dish in the kitchen, and not only will he not clean them off, he won't even take them off the stove! today i came home to his 24-hour old raw meat cooking mess all over the range. i cleaned the stove for him, but left him the dishes. if corrie had found that, she would have killed us all.
3. he really bugs me! he says things like, "say, what do you think about..." and, "want me to whip you up somthing to eat?"
i know, i should get over it. i really should.
he's also really moody. carmelita noticed this before i did. sometimes he just ignores all of us. and once, when i wasn't here, he really went off on corrie for moving his stuff when she went on a cleaning spree.
4. i bug him! the other night he was playing risk with lee, scuba, and jon berg, and i was watching and trying to figure out the game. i guess i was being kind of annoying, because i kept asking what everything was for, but jon, scuba and lee just laughed at me and tried to distract me with their colored plastic stars (which worked, by the way, for about half an hour). but christian was totally bugged! it was pretty obvious. i also noticed that he was really annoyed with lee. how weird.
so that's christian. we've always been polite to each other, but if he ever picks a fight with me, boy, will i let him have it. it's not that i think he's a jerk or a bad guy... i just don't like sharing a house with him.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
durango dog
this weekend my boyfriend took me on vaction! we went to durango to visit his sister and to farm town to visit his parents. well, he went to visit, i went to meet. durango was lots of fun. i had never been there, but it's a nice out-doorsy kind of town.
of course we stopped in burquey on the way to watch the planes take off... wow, i love airplanes. we watched them for a long time. i one month i'll be ON a plane going to boston. :)
we drove and drove and drove... we went straight to durango because we were a little late (from watching the airplanes, no doubt). durango is really pretty. it's nice and green and there are cute little houses and cool old buildings everywhere.
the apartment complex where mike's sister lives was weird... her neighbors on one side were smoking a bong with the door open, and her neighbors on the other side were screaming and cussing at each other. mike thinks that place is like a hippy town, but i'm not so sure. i think it's more like an athletic town.
the first thing we did was go inner-tubing down the river. that was fun! the water was really cold, but the sun was nice and warm. we passed some people sitting out on the rocks, and they started making fun of us because we weren't really wet. so mike dipped his head back to put it in the river, sat up, and then lost his balance and fell in. he actually fell in like six more times, but i stayed on my tube... which was weird, because my tube was kind of too big for me. the river ride seemed to go really quickly, even though we were in there for probably two hours.
the guys tubing behind us had this awesome dog... we didn't catch his name, so we just called him durango dog. he was a sivler and gray husky, and we was wearing a red harness. he swam down the river next to people, came right up to our inner tubes so we could pet his head, then he'd go climb the bank and shake himself off and look over the river like he owned it, then he'd jump back in or go chase the ducks... he was so, so cool. if i could be durango dog, i'd be awesome.
after tubing, we drove around the town for a while, got some coffee, and hit old town. that was touristy, but fun. there were lots of really old buildings that were fun to look at. there were restaurants on every corner, too, and they all smelled delicious! we went into a glass shop, a book store, the chocolate shop, the toy store... then we met mike's sister and parents at an italian restaurant for dinner. mike looks just like his dad... i also think his dad is very handsome. his mom is really pretty and very sweet, and she always kept the conversation going. we had fun, and then we left for farm town.
i was SO tired, i could hardly keep awake in the car. you know how your head dipps to the side when you fall asleep in class, and then you have to sit up quickly? i was doing that number all the way back to farm town. when we got there, mike read me the beranstein bears and i read him the max lucado book we bought at the bookstore. then came the sleep, sleep, sleep... i dreamed about durango dog.
of course we stopped in burquey on the way to watch the planes take off... wow, i love airplanes. we watched them for a long time. i one month i'll be ON a plane going to boston. :)
we drove and drove and drove... we went straight to durango because we were a little late (from watching the airplanes, no doubt). durango is really pretty. it's nice and green and there are cute little houses and cool old buildings everywhere.
the apartment complex where mike's sister lives was weird... her neighbors on one side were smoking a bong with the door open, and her neighbors on the other side were screaming and cussing at each other. mike thinks that place is like a hippy town, but i'm not so sure. i think it's more like an athletic town.
the first thing we did was go inner-tubing down the river. that was fun! the water was really cold, but the sun was nice and warm. we passed some people sitting out on the rocks, and they started making fun of us because we weren't really wet. so mike dipped his head back to put it in the river, sat up, and then lost his balance and fell in. he actually fell in like six more times, but i stayed on my tube... which was weird, because my tube was kind of too big for me. the river ride seemed to go really quickly, even though we were in there for probably two hours.
the guys tubing behind us had this awesome dog... we didn't catch his name, so we just called him durango dog. he was a sivler and gray husky, and we was wearing a red harness. he swam down the river next to people, came right up to our inner tubes so we could pet his head, then he'd go climb the bank and shake himself off and look over the river like he owned it, then he'd jump back in or go chase the ducks... he was so, so cool. if i could be durango dog, i'd be awesome.
after tubing, we drove around the town for a while, got some coffee, and hit old town. that was touristy, but fun. there were lots of really old buildings that were fun to look at. there were restaurants on every corner, too, and they all smelled delicious! we went into a glass shop, a book store, the chocolate shop, the toy store... then we met mike's sister and parents at an italian restaurant for dinner. mike looks just like his dad... i also think his dad is very handsome. his mom is really pretty and very sweet, and she always kept the conversation going. we had fun, and then we left for farm town.
i was SO tired, i could hardly keep awake in the car. you know how your head dipps to the side when you fall asleep in class, and then you have to sit up quickly? i was doing that number all the way back to farm town. when we got there, mike read me the beranstein bears and i read him the max lucado book we bought at the bookstore. then came the sleep, sleep, sleep... i dreamed about durango dog.
Friday, July 09, 2004
ye are of more worth than many sparrows
herny died. he was alive when i left for class at eight, and i wanted to take care of him, but steve and steve told me to leave him alone, and that his mom would take care of him. when i came back at ten henry was lying there with his little feet in the air.
we found another baby bird under the ivy. i guess one of them didn't fly away. blinkin was hanging out for a while, i watched his parents trying to teach him to fly. i don't know where he went, but he's gone now. today his parents tore down the nest. it's all over our porch now.
how sad! three out of four of their little birds died. i was telling mike last night that i don't think that's how things usually happen. i thought swallows had a little more of a life expectancy than four days. he told me that if four out of four birds made it, there would probably be too many birds.
i wish that's how things worked though. i wish everything was happy. i really wanted to watch those little birds get bigger and learn to fly. i wanted them all to be fat like blinkin. wasson told me that swallows come back to their nests and use them again, or other families of swallows move in. now none of that is going to happen.
Psalms 84:3 - Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.
Matthew 10:29 - Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.
Luke 12:6,7 - Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
we found another baby bird under the ivy. i guess one of them didn't fly away. blinkin was hanging out for a while, i watched his parents trying to teach him to fly. i don't know where he went, but he's gone now. today his parents tore down the nest. it's all over our porch now.
how sad! three out of four of their little birds died. i was telling mike last night that i don't think that's how things usually happen. i thought swallows had a little more of a life expectancy than four days. he told me that if four out of four birds made it, there would probably be too many birds.
i wish that's how things worked though. i wish everything was happy. i really wanted to watch those little birds get bigger and learn to fly. i wanted them all to be fat like blinkin. wasson told me that swallows come back to their nests and use them again, or other families of swallows move in. now none of that is going to happen.
Psalms 84:3 - Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.
Matthew 10:29 - Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.
Luke 12:6,7 - Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
one of the baby birds died. :( we found it on the ground this morning. i think it was nod.
i think another one flew away.
blinkin and henry are left. blinkin is really fat.... he is one healthy bird. his feathers are looking nice, i bet he'll do just fine.
then there's henry. today i was looking at them and blinkin was sitting there, all fat, and scrawny little henry was still in the nest. he looked like he was freaking out. he pulled himself out of the nest and i was terrified that he was going to fall, but he didn't. he crawled along the ledge and he sounded like he was crying the whole time. he looked so miserable, and then he sat on the edge and looked over. it looked like he was considering jumping. he wanted to end it all.
i stood there for about an hour, trying to talk him out of it and calm him down, and i even moved a chair under the ledge so he didn't have as far to fall. there were a few times he tottered on the edge and i thought he would fall for sure, i i got ready to catch him. poor little guy!
his mom came and tried to take care of him. i would have stayed longer, but i had to go to work.
when i came home the first thing i did was check the nest. fat ol blinken was still there, but henry was gone! but he wasn't on the ground either. corrie and scuba showed me that he had crawled under our bench and was hanging out there. wasson told me that earlier that he was under the rosebush.
i hope he'll be okay. if he's still out there tomorrow i want to take care of him. poor henry.
(we all think they are swallows.)
i think another one flew away.
blinkin and henry are left. blinkin is really fat.... he is one healthy bird. his feathers are looking nice, i bet he'll do just fine.
then there's henry. today i was looking at them and blinkin was sitting there, all fat, and scrawny little henry was still in the nest. he looked like he was freaking out. he pulled himself out of the nest and i was terrified that he was going to fall, but he didn't. he crawled along the ledge and he sounded like he was crying the whole time. he looked so miserable, and then he sat on the edge and looked over. it looked like he was considering jumping. he wanted to end it all.
i stood there for about an hour, trying to talk him out of it and calm him down, and i even moved a chair under the ledge so he didn't have as far to fall. there were a few times he tottered on the edge and i thought he would fall for sure, i i got ready to catch him. poor little guy!
his mom came and tried to take care of him. i would have stayed longer, but i had to go to work.
when i came home the first thing i did was check the nest. fat ol blinken was still there, but henry was gone! but he wasn't on the ground either. corrie and scuba showed me that he had crawled under our bench and was hanging out there. wasson told me that earlier that he was under the rosebush.
i hope he'll be okay. if he's still out there tomorrow i want to take care of him. poor henry.
(we all think they are swallows.)
Friday, July 02, 2004
crrreeeeeeepy... and gross!
i got home from work tuesday night at about eleven, and i was talking to my sister on the phone when i got out of my car. as soon as i did, i heard the most terrifying noise... i couldn't figure out what it was or where it was coming from, because it seemed to be coming from all over the place! it was near and then far, and then across the street and it was SO loud! it sounded like deformed duck calls, but they were on the ground and i didn't see anything. i was really creeped out, especially because i just watched a scary zombie movie with mike last weekend, and the noises didn't really sound like the zombies on the movie, but what do i know? it took me forever to get into the house because i kept fumbling with the key, and i fully expected the blood-covered living dead to run up and kill me, but, as you probably expected, i got in fine. that didn't stop me from locking and slamming the door behind me.
so the crisis should have been over, but it wasn't. usually when i come home from work, i find carmelita, steve, jon berg, christian and one or two of his study buddies, and sometimes scuba and corrie hanging out and playing foosball at the house. that night there was no one. the whole house was dark. and it was actually later than i usually get home! my sister was still on the phone, telling me i was dumb, but i was really starting to get scared. i could hear the noises from inside the house too, that's how loud they were. i called carmen, hoping steve was with her. he was, and actually, he answered her phone. well, then i felt stupid, because what was i supposed to say? "there's weird noises outside and i'm all by myself and it's scary!" please.
i tried to play it cool and just ask, "hey, what are you guys up to? and by the way, what the heck is all this noise on the road?" but steve saw right through that. he said, "aww... are you scared?" then he told me what was going on.
they were frogs. really loud, sexually aroused male frogs attracting the females with their huge, throaty mating calls. they were in our road because of all the heavy rain we've been having, because our road floods. and appearently, i'm the only one in town that's never heard it before. good ol'desert upbringing... how embarrassing. but i guess feeling stupid is better than being zombie food.
so that's my story. the next day when i was walking to class, sure enough, there were all kinds of dead frogs all over the place. it's amazing that something so small can be SO loud.
so the crisis should have been over, but it wasn't. usually when i come home from work, i find carmelita, steve, jon berg, christian and one or two of his study buddies, and sometimes scuba and corrie hanging out and playing foosball at the house. that night there was no one. the whole house was dark. and it was actually later than i usually get home! my sister was still on the phone, telling me i was dumb, but i was really starting to get scared. i could hear the noises from inside the house too, that's how loud they were. i called carmen, hoping steve was with her. he was, and actually, he answered her phone. well, then i felt stupid, because what was i supposed to say? "there's weird noises outside and i'm all by myself and it's scary!" please.
i tried to play it cool and just ask, "hey, what are you guys up to? and by the way, what the heck is all this noise on the road?" but steve saw right through that. he said, "aww... are you scared?" then he told me what was going on.
they were frogs. really loud, sexually aroused male frogs attracting the females with their huge, throaty mating calls. they were in our road because of all the heavy rain we've been having, because our road floods. and appearently, i'm the only one in town that's never heard it before. good ol'desert upbringing... how embarrassing. but i guess feeling stupid is better than being zombie food.
so that's my story. the next day when i was walking to class, sure enough, there were all kinds of dead frogs all over the place. it's amazing that something so small can be SO loud.
full nest
today carmen came over to my house to work on our pointless, pointless english homework. i was really attention deficit today, and was staring out the window watching the bird that lives under our porch roof. then i started yelling and carmen was annoyed because i ran outside.... because there was more than one bird in that nest! it was full of little babies!
we thought there were two baby birds in there, but then we saw three, and not three, but FOUR! they are so cute! well, y'know, not really, they are baby birds after all, they have fuzz sticking up all over them and weird heads and big beaks, but the concept is cute. we named them winken, blinken, nod, and henry. henry is my favorite, he's the cutest. no, i can't tell them apart, but if you come over to my house to see them and think that one is cuter than the others, that one is henry. :)
fourth of july is in two days! this weekend corrie, wasson, and christian are all leaving, and scuba's bringing curtis over, and i'm bringing my little brother and sister. of course my sister is bringing al and ellen, so it will be a full, full house. it should be fun though.
we thought there were two baby birds in there, but then we saw three, and not three, but FOUR! they are so cute! well, y'know, not really, they are baby birds after all, they have fuzz sticking up all over them and weird heads and big beaks, but the concept is cute. we named them winken, blinken, nod, and henry. henry is my favorite, he's the cutest. no, i can't tell them apart, but if you come over to my house to see them and think that one is cuter than the others, that one is henry. :)
fourth of july is in two days! this weekend corrie, wasson, and christian are all leaving, and scuba's bringing curtis over, and i'm bringing my little brother and sister. of course my sister is bringing al and ellen, so it will be a full, full house. it should be fun though.
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