Friday, February 26, 2010
There are many stories that could be shared from that four month period (many!), but my favorite one to tell is the one about the quote wall.
We were young. We were foolish. We did many things that made little to no sense. Case in point: "I know! Every time someone says something funny let's write it on that wall in crayon!" "Brilliant!" "Crayon washes off, right?" "Quite easily, I believe." And thus we spent the prime of our higher education filling every corner of one bedroom wall with quotes--hilarious quotes, to be exact. (No photos! So sad.) This was all great fun and a big hit with all of our friends and we congratulated ourselves on our genius.
I received a frantic call from Katie while visiting Scott one afternoon. "This is another fine mess you've gotten us in to!" "Me?" "The landlord's coming for a cleaning inspection tonight!" "Yikes!"
By the time I got back Katie had already begun scrubbing with soapy water. To our incredulity, it didn't just wash right off. No, instead the paint started coming off until we were scrubbing brownish sheet rock. Oh the ignorance of young adults!! We realized that we would need to repaint it eventually, but there was no time for that now. No time to buy supplies and apply a primer and two coats and that's not to mention the dead-giveaway paint smell! What to do?
Sometimes in a highly stressful and gravely serious situation, people's minds are elevated to a higher plane of genius. Time slows down for just a few moments and everything comes in to perfect focus as our path is made clear. It was with just such a preeminent cognition that we realized our solution: we'll just cover the whole wall with posters.
Luckily we had many. Side to side, slightly overlapping, we created a screen of deceit with the Beatles and swimming elephants, Annie and U2. Where there were small gaps we filled in with photographs and silk scarves. With time to spare we completed the mask of our impetuous inside-joke-graffiti. The inspection was made with none the wiser. We congratulated ourselves on our well pulled off tomfoolery and resolved to get to that painting job the following Saturday.
The day before we moved out (weeks later) found us holding various white paint chips to the wall trying to match the perfect level of dinginess. Our last night, we spent sleeping in the room with two fans on trying to relieve our nostrils and brain cells from the fresh paint smell (also hoping it would not be too noticeable when our landlords evaluated who would be keeping our deposits).
We got them back. In full.
And when Katie returned to our basement apartment the next fall she reported that it was all for naught--they'd repainted the entire basement over the summer.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
According to random.org (yes, I'm lame--I used random.org to select from 12 numbers. Wow, I hope I didn't crash the server by taxing it with such a huge number. It was faster than creating twelve paper strips and painstakingly writing on them like a caveman) and tripled clicked by Scott Cruze himself the winners are:
Jeigh ("I can't believe I almost missed this giveaway! My kids are huge Harry Potter fans. They would love a shirt, even if it was a little big. Hey, they're still growing right?")
Mom ("I put off entering this giveaway--but I can't resist any longer. I actually know of several deserving Harry Potter fans who would love a snitch T-shirt----so I'm in!")
Erica ("OH OH OH OH OH, pick me, pick me (hand raised high in the air)!!)
Hooray! Thanks for entering, guys. I will email you soon to get your addresses (or you can email me at ammeandneb [at] gmail [dot] com --that might be better, I'm not sure if I have your email, Jeigh).
Have a good weekend!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
When she had her party I was a little apprehensive about having so many tween girls running all over the house causing giggly mayhem. Could I still be a cool mom while hovering over them to ensure they know and obey all the house rules? (keep your food at the table, wash up when you're done eating, we don't climb over the back of that couch, light sabers don't leave the bonus room, just stay out of the office altogether.) I decided in advance that the answer to that question was "nope", so I mentally prepared myself to just let it all go and enjoy the festivities.
I needn't have worried, for two reasons and I'll tell them to you. #1: there really wasn't any mayhem. The girls were giggle-heads to be sure, but they came for a party, right? #2: I forgot that Mom Jr. was working the beat. When only the first few guests had arrived Emma gave them a quick tour of the house. They dashed upstairs and a moment later I heard her calmly and cool-as-ever explain, "Hey guys, only two people are allowed on the top bunk at a time, okay?"
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
I'm finally doing a giveaway! Up for grabs are three (not one, but three) golden snitch t-shirts. All are youth size large. Leave a comment for a chance to win by 11:59pm Thursday the 18th, and I'll announce the three winners Friday morning. Go fun!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Present Lori: "Hmm, this email requires a reply/something to be written on the calendar/serious thought. I'll just not delete it and later on when I have a little more time to concentrate on the task I'll very effectively and efficiently take care of it. Good old Future Lori, always comes through."
Future Lori: [has either forgotten about the task or says,] "Hmm, I'll make sure this email stays right here where Even Further in the Future Lori will remember and have the desire to reply to it/write on calendar its information/think about it."
Even Further in the Future Lori: "Oh dang, now it's too late anyway...how embarrassing. Why didn't I just sacrifice the twelve seconds to take care of this email the first time I read it?"
And thus it goes. Bad Present Lori, bad! I have to go now, I just remembered something I need to just do. Now. Not later.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
First the girls were sorted by drawing a house badge out of the sorting hat. We also announced that we were holding tryouts for a new Seeker, they would get the position if they could find the hidden snitch in the castle during the evening (they would also get to keep the snitch).
(you know, Pictionary-style).
(I'd seen candles like this before here.)
Monday, February 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
They had gone through them all three at a time over the weekend.
The good: a snowman as tall as Dad, a wicked-cool fort, sledding all over the neighborhood, hot chocolate, having the neighbor's dog chase snowballs, the stunning lack of having anything n particular to do besides hang out together.
The bad: Emma's birthday party was supposed to be Friday night. We decided to err on the side of caution and postpone it till the next weekend.
(Speaking of Emma, why isn't she in any photos? When she was outside I was inside with Afton. When she decided she was cold enough to come in, I put her in charge of Afton so I could run out and get some shots of the snow-creations. The result? No photos of Emma or Afton.)
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Let's make sure this point is very clear: I don't.
I usually just sit down when I'm in a good bloggy-mood and I've got sleeping-kids time to burn(maybe once a week or so) and write up a whole batch of posts and just schedule them all out so just one appears per day till I'm out of bloggy-material. It's more fun to read one a day than five in one day, don't you think?
The end of blogging about blogging.