Today Kat and I were laying out in the sun on the hood of my car just chattin and Kat was talking about asking stupid questions and I was like how do you you mean? She gave the example like she said something about how she actually likes hockey and even has this Alaska hockey shirt and someone asked oh where'd you get that. She got it in Alaska. (they had previously talked about her recent trip there). But she admitted to doing the same thing all the time and feeling like an idiot because of it.
This is a conversation we had this evening:
Joy: Are we going to go to a haunted house?
Kat: For Halloween?
Joy: No, for Thanksgiving!
Kat: See, its those stupid questions.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Whatever, It's the Weekend
Well, as you know from Joy's entry on Friday we got to see our old besty Rachel. So, Friday as you can imagine was an adventerous night consiting of Rachel drunk dialing my brother, kareokee, a ride in a limo and pretty much everything in between. I've literally had no life for quite some and it was great to see old friends and let loose a little.
Last night I attended one of my good friend's birthday/husband's going away party. We met up a place called PINZ which has an arcarde, lazer tag, bowling, and a restaurant/bar. A bunch of her friends came and we bowled for a couple of hours. I learned that I'm a truly awful bowler. Gutters were my thing for quite a few frames. However, I did get a couple of spares and on multiple occasions I almost had strikes but that last pin never wanted to fall for me. It was still a blast. A couple of us came back to their house to hang out and watch season 1 of "The Office" which I got her for her birthday. I was never really a fan but I have to admit that it was pretty funny. We watched all of the season and stayed up until infinity. I'm kind of curious to find out what happens throughout the series now.
Overall, it was an amazing weekend and I haven't had this much fun in a very long time. I got to kick some butt in lazer tag and get creamed in bowling as well as meet some really great people which I hope to see again. As for my Joy-Joy she went home for her niece/nephew's birthday party. Now I have to try and get my head out of the clouds and get some studying done. We'll see about that.
Adios,
Kitty Kat
Last night I attended one of my good friend's birthday/husband's going away party. We met up a place called PINZ which has an arcarde, lazer tag, bowling, and a restaurant/bar. A bunch of her friends came and we bowled for a couple of hours. I learned that I'm a truly awful bowler. Gutters were my thing for quite a few frames. However, I did get a couple of spares and on multiple occasions I almost had strikes but that last pin never wanted to fall for me. It was still a blast. A couple of us came back to their house to hang out and watch season 1 of "The Office" which I got her for her birthday. I was never really a fan but I have to admit that it was pretty funny. We watched all of the season and stayed up until infinity. I'm kind of curious to find out what happens throughout the series now.
Overall, it was an amazing weekend and I haven't had this much fun in a very long time. I got to kick some butt in lazer tag and get creamed in bowling as well as meet some really great people which I hope to see again. As for my Joy-Joy she went home for her niece/nephew's birthday party. Now I have to try and get my head out of the clouds and get some studying done. We'll see about that.
Adios,
Kitty Kat
Friday, September 24, 2010
Everyday Objects
You may have noticed Kat's reference to my problems with everyday objects, let me explain why she says this. First off Kat has this brita water filter pitcher, and sometimes, ok, most times I try to pour from it I tend to spill.
Also the light switch in the bathroom makes me angry. It's one of these stupid side switch dealy-o's. So whenever I walk into the room I reach in and try to do the traditional flip the switch up. I sometimes flip the switch outside the bathroom up while walking into the bathroom, I have no idea why. It's a struggle for me. Kat labeled the switches for me but thats not real helpful, cause its not that I don't know what the switches are for, I just follow instincts.
One weekend Kat went away (actually every weekend, except this one when I'm leaving), and I was lost because you see most of the items in the house are Kat's and she did most of the moving in before I moved in (shes a great roommate to have if you couldn't tell yet). Well first I needed to use a measuring cup, I searched the kitchen high and low and couldn't find one :( I wanted to watch a movie but couldn't figure out how to get the dvd player to play into the tv. I wanted to turn a lamp on and couldn't figure out how to. Basically, my first weekend without Kat was a little rough.
But Kat has her struggles too, she told me that the mirror in the bathroom wasn't a cabinet when we first looked at the place. Well one night I was brushing my teeth and I was looking at the mirror and I'm like hey there's hinges there. Sure shit opened that medicine cabinet right up and let Kat know what a fool she was.
It's ok we'll struggle together.
Peace out bitches (Rachel demanded that I end that way)
Joy
Also the light switch in the bathroom makes me angry. It's one of these stupid side switch dealy-o's. So whenever I walk into the room I reach in and try to do the traditional flip the switch up. I sometimes flip the switch outside the bathroom up while walking into the bathroom, I have no idea why. It's a struggle for me. Kat labeled the switches for me but thats not real helpful, cause its not that I don't know what the switches are for, I just follow instincts.
One weekend Kat went away (actually every weekend, except this one when I'm leaving), and I was lost because you see most of the items in the house are Kat's and she did most of the moving in before I moved in (shes a great roommate to have if you couldn't tell yet). Well first I needed to use a measuring cup, I searched the kitchen high and low and couldn't find one :( I wanted to watch a movie but couldn't figure out how to get the dvd player to play into the tv. I wanted to turn a lamp on and couldn't figure out how to. Basically, my first weekend without Kat was a little rough.
But Kat has her struggles too, she told me that the mirror in the bathroom wasn't a cabinet when we first looked at the place. Well one night I was brushing my teeth and I was looking at the mirror and I'm like hey there's hinges there. Sure shit opened that medicine cabinet right up and let Kat know what a fool she was.
It's ok we'll struggle together.
Peace out bitches (Rachel demanded that I end that way)
Joy
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
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
The Beginning
This summer Kat tells me that she may be coming back to River Falls this semester. It was a big secret and I wasn't allowed to tell anyone, which was a little tough, but I didn't squeal. So then she was back and forth and all wishy washy so I says well if you want we could live together if you came back. Thats when the fun began.
We started apartment hunting. Kat did all the work I just went along with things. She went through all the hard work of looking for places and calling the crazy people. One day she comes up to look at apartments in the morning (since I had to work in the afternoon).
First stop Lake Geoge Place (we were really skeptical about this "lake" cause we didn't know the swampy backwaters were a lake). This guy told Kat that he just leaves the open apartment unlocked for people to go look at them. We didn't find the unlocked one, but did do some window peeking, they looked decent from what we could see.
We moved on to check out other places just from the outside while we waited for our appointment times. One got scratched right away cause Kat thought it was far too "ghettofabulous" for us, I think is how she put it. The next looked decent so we decided to continue our pursuits with it.
Then we went back to Lake George and actually bumped into the landlord so we went and took a look around in the apartment: way too small we moved on...
Our first appointment. Rule number one of apartment hunting: WEAR YOUR BEST RUNNING SHOES! We go to this place that we were already told we need to have an open mind about it because the husband doesn't even want to show it in the condition it is in. When we arrive this guy is all mad about this car in the way and asks if its ours, and we're like no, we don't live here. Well he knew it wasn't someone who lived there. He was just plain rude. We went and just waited at the end of the drive and then I'm like what if thats the guy? Well sure shit, it was. So then he realized why we were there and started being polite to us.
~I should have mentioned we are in a major time crunch, we needed a place to move into by the next week~
The lady Kat talked to said she could definitely get us in but this guys starts telling us no, no, no she doesn't know anything, no way that can happen. Then he got distracted by a phone call and I turned to Kat and said lets RUN! He came back and asked if we still wanted to see it and we were like um no and left. Quickly.
Then Kat was calling this other guy trying to get us a showing but we coudn't see it cause there was someone sloppy living there and he didn't know for sure if they were leaving. Well he wanted to "interview" us before we could move in anyway so we could at least do that today. So we went out to meet him.
Now when I hear pre-rental interview I think a guy with some questions written down, taking down notes. This guy just wanted to get to know us, just sat down with us in his living room in his lovely home and asked us personal questions about ourselves (not too personal but still it seemed a tad strange) one of his questions was "do you girls like to party?" (he had previously asked Kat this on the phone and I said "does he want us to be?") so Kat actually says to this sweet old guy "Do you want us to be?" He was a really sweet old guy and wanted to work things out for us but the problem was, his heart was too big and he couldn't kick the other person out, so that place didn't work out.
We did find a nice duplex to live in, but there were no real funny stories about finding it. Just many since we moved in. But I'll save those for another night and for Kat to tell since it is past my bedtime. (yes 9:02 is past my bed time, don't act like you're not impressed!)
Ta ta for now,
Joy
We started apartment hunting. Kat did all the work I just went along with things. She went through all the hard work of looking for places and calling the crazy people. One day she comes up to look at apartments in the morning (since I had to work in the afternoon).
First stop Lake Geoge Place (we were really skeptical about this "lake" cause we didn't know the swampy backwaters were a lake). This guy told Kat that he just leaves the open apartment unlocked for people to go look at them. We didn't find the unlocked one, but did do some window peeking, they looked decent from what we could see.
We moved on to check out other places just from the outside while we waited for our appointment times. One got scratched right away cause Kat thought it was far too "ghettofabulous" for us, I think is how she put it. The next looked decent so we decided to continue our pursuits with it.
Then we went back to Lake George and actually bumped into the landlord so we went and took a look around in the apartment: way too small we moved on...
Our first appointment. Rule number one of apartment hunting: WEAR YOUR BEST RUNNING SHOES! We go to this place that we were already told we need to have an open mind about it because the husband doesn't even want to show it in the condition it is in. When we arrive this guy is all mad about this car in the way and asks if its ours, and we're like no, we don't live here. Well he knew it wasn't someone who lived there. He was just plain rude. We went and just waited at the end of the drive and then I'm like what if thats the guy? Well sure shit, it was. So then he realized why we were there and started being polite to us.
~I should have mentioned we are in a major time crunch, we needed a place to move into by the next week~
The lady Kat talked to said she could definitely get us in but this guys starts telling us no, no, no she doesn't know anything, no way that can happen. Then he got distracted by a phone call and I turned to Kat and said lets RUN! He came back and asked if we still wanted to see it and we were like um no and left. Quickly.
Then Kat was calling this other guy trying to get us a showing but we coudn't see it cause there was someone sloppy living there and he didn't know for sure if they were leaving. Well he wanted to "interview" us before we could move in anyway so we could at least do that today. So we went out to meet him.
Now when I hear pre-rental interview I think a guy with some questions written down, taking down notes. This guy just wanted to get to know us, just sat down with us in his living room in his lovely home and asked us personal questions about ourselves (not too personal but still it seemed a tad strange) one of his questions was "do you girls like to party?" (he had previously asked Kat this on the phone and I said "does he want us to be?") so Kat actually says to this sweet old guy "Do you want us to be?" He was a really sweet old guy and wanted to work things out for us but the problem was, his heart was too big and he couldn't kick the other person out, so that place didn't work out.
We did find a nice duplex to live in, but there were no real funny stories about finding it. Just many since we moved in. But I'll save those for another night and for Kat to tell since it is past my bedtime. (yes 9:02 is past my bed time, don't act like you're not impressed!)
Ta ta for now,
Joy
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