Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Wednesday

Things that make today so fun:

-My favorite brother and sister-in-law stopping by before going down to Mesa
-Eating lunch with said brother and sister-in-law, plus two nieces
-A certain four year old who can't get married because she is only four, duh
-Pigeon entertainment at lunch with family
-Packing and cleaning and shopping and laundry for Friday's wedding
-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One
-Tangled

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Being sick means. . .

1. Our house is spotless. Spotless people. You can eat off the bathroom floor, the window sills, the top of the refrigerator--what ever suits your fancy. Moving anything at all will prove that every single inch of the house is scrubbed.

2. I am spotless. When I'm sick I take around a million baths and showers a day.

3. Jake is hungry.

4. I make chicken noodle soup (my mom's is the best, clearly) from scratch.

5. Movies marathons are acceptable. Even dumb movie marathons because we mostly sleep through them.

6. Something important must be happening, or else we wouldn't catch sickness. Example: My best friend/sister's wedding in less than a week.

7. Sleeping in until 11:00 a.m. is fine. Going back to sleep at 2 p.m. is smart. Sleeping till 9 the next day is best.

8. A really bad self-manicure. . . it's hard when you're woozy.

9. Robitussin. Ewwwww.

10. Not having bags under our eyes because when the sickness is gone, we've slept a whole 99.234 hours in a single weekend. It's logical, really.

The only terrible thing about being sick this weekend is that this is the first time I have actually felt warm in Flagstaff. I heard a bird! An actual bird singing today. So exciting! The end.

Friday, April 15, 2011

I love him



Crazy April snow.


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Wednesday

This is a day late. Yesterday was too much craziness to handle without contemplating it first!

Wednesday was not wiggly. . . just weird.

Scene: The railroad crossing by Fratelli's pizza. There are two bridges that take you over a man-made ditch. A bum stands by the bridges. every. day. Doesn't matter the time or the day. He's there.

Backstory: Every Wednesday after lab, Elle and I go back to my house to eat some lunch. We take shortcuts through alleys and we walk across the bridge. We always see the man, smile and say hello. Politeness is always classy.

Now on to Wednesday. We'd been talking for a while about grabbing him something to eat. An apple or sandwich. . .you know? Nothing crazy. However, today we decided to grab pizza at Fratelli's. We are self proclaimed pizza addicts and critics and we wanted to try the place out.

While we were waiting for our pizza, we had the idea. We'll get the pizza to go, save him a few pieces and give the leftovers to him. We didn't think it would be a good idea to get him his own pizza. . . that and we're poor students. Plus, then, if for some reason, he turned us down, we wouldn't have too much pizza, but we could eat the leftovers.

The pizza took longer than we expected. I figured it would be out in fifteen minutes max, but 25 minutes later we were still waiting. I started freaking out a little because I cannot be late to math. Missing the first five minutes makes the rest of class impossible to understand. Finally, though, it comes out and we've got 20 minutes to eat and talk to bridge man.

We go on our way to meet our friend by the bridge and when we are getting nearer, he senses us or something because he turned around to stare at us! So as soon as he turned around I talked loudly "Hey! We got pizza for lunch and had some leftovers! We wondered if you'd want them??" By the time I finished talking we were really close to him.

He didn't say anything. . . then an awkward 30 seconds later he signaled for us to stand REALLY close to him and in front (we were standing on his side.) Not going to lie, when he signaled us, I thought he was pulling a shank out of his jacket! We thought we were going to die, but at least we were trying to be kind.

Turns out, he didn't want to kill us.

Elle was too scared to move. I moved to be face to face with him (about two feet apart) and we just smiled. They were forced smiles because we thought he was going to kill us or something, but smiles are smiles.

The next thing is the weirdest.

He smiled at us and in a very, very English accent said, "Talk to me appropriately and I will accept your pizza."

Whatttttttt!?!?!?

First of all, it was super hard to understand him in at all, but appropriately? What was inappropriate the first time? So we asked him to repeat himself; he said the same thing.

We figured he wanted a nice conversation, but I had to be in class in 10 minutes. So we asked him how his day was, what he liked to do for fun. . . things like that. Then we asked him again if he'd like the pizza. He said, "No." Elle was dumbstruck. She just looked at him with her jaw dropped. I asked if he was sure. He said our conversation wasn't good enough.

So. We left him. And laughed. And talked about how we thought we were going to get shanked. And then we ate the leftovers.

It was insanely odd. Very weird. Later I thought about it and I'm sure he just wanted us to introduce ourselves and have him introduce himself, but that was the last thing on either of our minds! Next time we'll execute a plan more carefully.

The moral of the story: Come to Flagstaff. Eat a pepperoni pizza at Fratelli's. Your mouth will thank you. Your brain will never forgive you for eating that when you're going to deprive yourself of it when you go back to where ever you're from. And, your heart will thank you for not eating at NiMarco's grease-tastic pizza place.

The end.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Wiggly Wednesday

Things that make us wiggle today:
-Egg Benedict breakfast by moia!
-A new mountain bike (Saturday trips will now include me!)
-Getting our taxes done (finally! I procrastinate. . . big deal.)
-Getting a FAT tax return! Hooray marriage and school!
-Planning our anniversary trip
-Adding triplet guinea pigs to our family (more on this later!!)
-Having a handicapped rodent
-Naming said rodents Earth, Wind and Fire


Weird Things:
-People walking sans shoes. I'm still dry heaving about this. I know it's a "good cause" but just donate money. Don't wart-ify your feet. I've seen people urinate and spit on the sidewalk. . . the sidewalk YOU'RE walking shoe-free on. Nasty.
-Old hobo man that sits in the same place every day. You never ask for money. . what do you want?
-Having a presentation in the morning, a test in the afternoon, a test the next day and a homework assignment the nexter day
-Those android phones are named after men's belly fat. . . awkward.


I love our rodents. They sound like popcorn.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I need. . .

these kitchens.

First, we'll have to buy a house though!

Flagstaff vs. Mesa

I love Mesa. It's warm, familiar, and I know exactly where to go when I want to run in to someone.

I love Flagstaff. It's cold, new and I can walk to school when it snows and I can't see on my bike.

Mesa has Hobby Lobby.

Flagstaff has Diablo Burger.

Mesa has Pete's Fish and Chips and Costa Vida.

Flagstaff has an urban trail all the way through it.

Mesa has cactus.

Flagstaff has grass.

Mesa pet stores have bunnies.

Flagstaff has dwarf hamsters and guinea pigs.

In Mesa I had my own washing machine and dryer.

Flagstaff allows me to get all the laundry done in an hour at the laundromat.

In Mesa, a full tank of gas last a week, two weeks top.

In Flagstaff, one full tank of gas has lasted us two months.

I love my homes.