Legend has it that a vampire cannot enter a house without first being invited in. But as soon as that invitation is given, the repentant homeowner cannot issue an un-invitation; the vampire gets free reign in that house. And as we all know, vampires do not make for friendly houseguests.
So when Sarah mentioned during our late Monday night watching of The Notebook that we should invite the neighbor boys down for chick flick night, for some reason vampires immediately came to mind. Hmmmm... I may be giving them the benefit of the doubt right now, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to unleash them into my living room. I have a feeling we may end up with results not unlike the vampire myth by inviting neighbor boys in. So, Sarah, let's hold off on inviting them in until it's something really important... like a rat has snuck in or a spider needs to be killed.
Disclaimer: Just in case off of you overprotective male protectors of Apartment B22 out there just got a little worried about our judgment, Sarah was (for the most part) joking about letting them in at 11:00pm to watch a chick flick with us.
A comedy, maybe, but not a chick flick. We barely know these neighbor boys.
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
Tuesday, August 1, 2006
Dear Neighbor Boys,
Seeing as how you've become the source of many jokes and much glee in our little household, especially out on the porch and in the blogging world, let it be known that I have given you the benefit of the doubt from the start. While others may question your character and ways at first, I am sure you are decent, upstanding, moral young men who have only our best interests at heart. You have already demonstrated that in multiple attempts to help out with heavy lifting and your nice smiles as we pass each other on the shared sidewalk outside our humble abodes. That said, welcome to the neighborhood, please tread lightly above us (especially at two in the morning), and hopefully you'll never discover our blogs... and what we really think of you!
Respectfully,
Your new neighbor downstairs
Respectfully,
Your new neighbor downstairs
Frustration
I have read very few books that have made me mad at the end. Usually, I can tell by about 75% of the way if I am either going to enjoy the last quarter of it, or if things are not going to have a happy ending, that the characters will not live happily ever after, and therefore I will not be satisfied when the last page is reached.
I finished such a book tonight. When I reached that last page, I threw the stupid thing across the room. I was already mad for the last half hour of reading it, and the ending just threw me over the edge.
Sarah, when you come in later tonight and question the book lying in the middle of the floor, please refrain from picking it up. It needs some time to sit and think about what it's done.
I finished such a book tonight. When I reached that last page, I threw the stupid thing across the room. I was already mad for the last half hour of reading it, and the ending just threw me over the edge.
Sarah, when you come in later tonight and question the book lying in the middle of the floor, please refrain from picking it up. It needs some time to sit and think about what it's done.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Perfect Contentment
Well, I finally found it. Perfect contentment is sitting in a huge comfy couch, out on your porch at midnight on a Friday night, with the book you couldn't put down all day in your hands, knowing that you can stay out there all night without interruptions and finish the story... and then perhaps write one of your own.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
What a Happy Day for Me!
Today I learned that you can download trials of Microsoft software. Hello, Digital Image Suite-- you belong to me for the next 60 days. And then I will buy you for $9.99 off of ebay from a guy who lives in Ohio.
What a great world we live in....
What a great world we live in....
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
World Cup 2006
Arachniphobia
So... the Italians won. Yee-ha.
2010, Germany. 2010.
Anyway, back to life. So our new apartment is infested with spiders. And not the nice looking daddy long legs, or those little tiny spiders that run across your book while your doing homework that you just flick away without a second thought. No, these are BRAND NEW SPIDERS NEVER BEFORE SEEN TO HUMAN EYES. Or at least not to my human eyes. Not even at camp have I seen spiders like these. For all I know they're highly poisonous. Size-wize, they are somewhere in between the daddy long legs and the tiny spiders, which puts them in the category of pure evil. They're big enough to freak you out, big enough to easily see them crawling across the floor to your bed at night to kill you. That's right, Paul Breuninger, they are out to kill me! They're icky and sinister looking and they like to stare me down.
Did I mention that so far I'm the only who has gotten to experience these spiders so far? I think the others are honestly beginning to question if being all alone for a month has finally taken its toll on my mind.
Let me set the record straight. THEY ARE REAL. THEY ARE EVIL. THEY ARE TRYING TO TAKE OVER OUR APARTMENT. One actually followed me all the way to work one morning. I could see it as I drove, hanging on to one of my side mirrors. When I got to work I knocked it off with my shoe, afraid if I left it on my car it would sneak inside somehow. When I left work later that day, I found out-- the hard way-- that the darn thing had fought its way back up and was camped out underneath my door handle. I am still afraid to open my car door.
Then there was the spider that had the audacity to make this huge web right outside our front door. I convinced Paul to pull that thing down real quick, but he refused to kill the spider and I just know that's going to come back to haunt me. The spider probably lies in wait for his chance to get in the house... if he's not already in there, watching my every move from a secret lair above the cupboards.
Or in my closet. Which is where I found the latest spider this morning. Or rather, I found it after I had pulled out a shirt to wear and was about to put it on and realized something was scurrying across the front of it. ARRGGHHH. Now I can't even put on clothes without the fear.
And the funny thing is, I was never scared of spiders. Bees and other flying insects have always been my weakness. Spiders were safe. They can't fly, they can't run faster than me-- clearly I have the advantage. But not when they OUTNUMBER ME!
Does anybody have any good exterminating tips?
2010, Germany. 2010.
Anyway, back to life. So our new apartment is infested with spiders. And not the nice looking daddy long legs, or those little tiny spiders that run across your book while your doing homework that you just flick away without a second thought. No, these are BRAND NEW SPIDERS NEVER BEFORE SEEN TO HUMAN EYES. Or at least not to my human eyes. Not even at camp have I seen spiders like these. For all I know they're highly poisonous. Size-wize, they are somewhere in between the daddy long legs and the tiny spiders, which puts them in the category of pure evil. They're big enough to freak you out, big enough to easily see them crawling across the floor to your bed at night to kill you. That's right, Paul Breuninger, they are out to kill me! They're icky and sinister looking and they like to stare me down.
Did I mention that so far I'm the only who has gotten to experience these spiders so far? I think the others are honestly beginning to question if being all alone for a month has finally taken its toll on my mind.
Let me set the record straight. THEY ARE REAL. THEY ARE EVIL. THEY ARE TRYING TO TAKE OVER OUR APARTMENT. One actually followed me all the way to work one morning. I could see it as I drove, hanging on to one of my side mirrors. When I got to work I knocked it off with my shoe, afraid if I left it on my car it would sneak inside somehow. When I left work later that day, I found out-- the hard way-- that the darn thing had fought its way back up and was camped out underneath my door handle. I am still afraid to open my car door.
Then there was the spider that had the audacity to make this huge web right outside our front door. I convinced Paul to pull that thing down real quick, but he refused to kill the spider and I just know that's going to come back to haunt me. The spider probably lies in wait for his chance to get in the house... if he's not already in there, watching my every move from a secret lair above the cupboards.
Or in my closet. Which is where I found the latest spider this morning. Or rather, I found it after I had pulled out a shirt to wear and was about to put it on and realized something was scurrying across the front of it. ARRGGHHH. Now I can't even put on clothes without the fear.
And the funny thing is, I was never scared of spiders. Bees and other flying insects have always been my weakness. Spiders were safe. They can't fly, they can't run faster than me-- clearly I have the advantage. But not when they OUTNUMBER ME!
Does anybody have any good exterminating tips?
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