Wednesday, September 22, 2010

George (pronounced in fancy Spanish)

First, let me explain our name - Flutter Friends. Joy and I have been playing Mario Party 8 on the Wii and we always pick the same characters of Yoshi and Toadette. The computer assigns us the team name of Flutter Friends everytime so we ran with it. And that's the story.

Life with Joy in our happy duplex has been going well. We get along great partially because we both go to bed early like grannies, like the same music, love the Wii, and we go way back so of course we love each other (again, not in a lover kind of way). We haven't even been here a month but it feels like longer. We found the place and moved in all within a few days and it's felt like home ever since. We've both been so busy with school that we really haven't had any parties or get togethers yet. However that doesn't mean we haven't had some excitement.

Since no one is really reading this and therefore haven't seen our house I'll give you a brief layout. It's a side by side duplex in a residential neighborhood. Upstairs we have our kitchen, living room, bathroom and two bedrooms. In the basement we have our office, laundry room, and recreation room. We are both thrilled to finally have a washer and dryer even though they are from the mid 1980s. But hey, college kids can't be picky. Joy had the honors of christening the washing machine. I believe she washed just a pillow and a light blanket (yes, this is relevant). We were upstairs in our rooms unpacking and what-not and out of no where it sounded like a tone deaf marching band was practicing in our basement! Joy was all, whatever I'll let Kat check it out. She's great at doing work for me. So naturally I went down to check out what could possibly be wrong. Sure enough our washing machine decided it didn't like being against the wall and moved a good five feet towards the middle of the room. It must just really hate Joy because it hasn't done that for me (or it's not good with bulky items). Evil machine.

Ready for story number two? You see all of these signs in stores for safety recalls on various products. I understand a lot of the toy ones and some don't make sense, like sink stoppers. If you want to talk about a well deserved safety recall then look no further than our closet doors. We dont' have legitimate doors. We have those sliding ones that fall off their tracks. I thought it was just another one of Joy's problems dealing with everyday objects but no, these doors are awful. A couple days ago I was simply trying to shut (slide?) the doors in place and BAM. The one door fell of it's track. I pulled on it and it fells and cut into the top of my foot badly enough where I'm going to have a scar. So I attempted to fit it back on its tracks and I was halfway there. Out of frustration I kicked the bottom of the door back into place. It worked because the door got back on track but then my kicking the door knocked the door behind it out of place. Long story short after fitting into my closet with all the clothes I was able to get both doors back on track and functioning properly. Well, until just a few minutes ago when I shut the door and it fell off AGAIN! Atleast I'll have something to do tomorrow.

Now to my title story. Last Thursday night Joy and I stayed up way past our bedtime (around 10:30). I was half asleep when I hear a pounding noise on our door or the neighbors'. I creep out into the hallway and peek out into the living room. I see two people walking around our yard. I said, "Joy, there are people in our yard." She said, "Maybe they'll go away." They didn't. They started shining lights into our living room and knocking on the door again. At this point I demand Joy to come out with me. Like a good roommate she complies. They finally ring the doorbell and we turn on the lights and open the door. Odly enough there are two police officers standing there. They ask for George (pronounced in fancy Spanish). I guess I didn't make much sense because I was like "yeah, no he doesn't live here." "Can we talk to him?" "Yeah..." as I step out the door. I thought he asked if he could talk to us apparently and I was thinking to myself, well sure since you got me out of bed at 11pm. Basically they were looking for George because they had a warrant out for him. We told the officers we just moved in and we've been forwarding their mail and we could give them our landlord's number. They told us that was okay and they would make a note so no one would come and bother us again. Good times.

In recent news we got our "new" refridgerator. Our old one was loud but not bad, that is until it started leaking. Our landlord told us there was an extra that was decent, much quieter and a bit bigger. He must have been mistaken because instead we get one that is smaller, possibly older but thankfully it actually is quiet. Still, I hate the thing. There are no shelves in the freezer, no drawers in the fridge, the seal is old and sticks open, and there just isn't enough room. However, the bright side is that it's quiet. The old one sounded like the A/C was running. Don't get me started about that...

Hopefully I won't have any more complaints/adventures anytime soon. I'm sure Joy will have plenty of excitement tomorrow.

<3 Katrin


  1. And when Kat say George pronounced in fancy Spanish I believe it's actually spelled Jorge (pronounced hor-hay)

  2. Well in Spanish classes they never spelled it that way Missy!

  3. Fact: I had at least three cats named Jorge at once, in the same family, that looked the same.