I sometimes look at real estate listings in my spare time, and the other day I came across a picture of this lovely bathroom:
The pink horror! How did this woman (I hopefully assume it was a woman) manage to get paint, carpet, towels, and a gaudy array of knick knacks all in the exact same shade of Pepto-Bismol pink?
The house has inexplicably been on the market for nearly six months.
I had to attend a trade show for one of my classes and last weekend my options were between a bridal show at La Caille or GEEX 2008. Since I dragged Chris along with me I let him choose which one we attended. I know he would list attending bridal shows before our wedding as one of the highlights of his life, but for whatever reason he chose GEEX, and thus began our dork-filled Saturday.
I had high hopes for GEEX, but it was largely disappointing. It was great for people watching—every geek stereotype you can possible imagine was well represented, but little else. The booths were lame and the people manning them were anti-social and seemed unhappy to be there (what did I expect, really?). Chris and I left after a short amount of time and prepared for our true purpose of the day: The Kara Raid.
I’ve seen blogs completely devoted to World of Warcraft, and people talk about their in-game characters as if they real creatures, but I do not for one second pretend to think that anyone who does not play the game finds WoW conversations remotely interesting. I am not that socially inept, and I won’t talk about the game unless asked. But a huge pro-WoW argument I make is how social the game really is. The game is designed to be played with others, and I’m the kind of person who hates playing with 12-year-old strangers in Nebraska, so I play with friends and friends of friends. We’ve built quite the little community, and on Saturday we all came together for a BBQ at the Hadziks and a night of gaming. It was a blast.
And for those who care, our raid went awesome, especially considering how many Kara noobs we had (myself included).
After screaming “Look at me!!!” ten times I only got three. Way to go people! (Candice, you’re awesome)
Candice takes care of business:
Scott, Chris and Bryan talk the geek talk:
Our happy group (Candice took this picture)
Our happy group, in game (Bryan took this screen shot)
Our 12-year-old nephew told Chris this joke the other day:
And slapped him just that hard too. So, yeah…that was interesting.
Tagged by Wendy.
Need to list: 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 random surprising facts about yourself. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they are tagged by leaving them a comment on their blog!
3 Joys
1-Chris! Seriously, the best thing that ever happened to me (feel free to gag from the cheesiness).
2-Taking bubble baths. It is not unusual for me to take two each day (maybe more!)
3-Photography.
3 Fears
1-Of something going terribly, terribly wrong—either I fail a class or I blow a fuse in my brain and switch majors again—and I end up not graduating at the end of the year. You have no idea how much I hate college.
2- I have an illogical fear of Chris dying. Sometimes, in a half-awake stupor, I’ll poke him in the middle of the night and freak out if he doesn’t respond.
3-Although I’ve matured to the point where I am able to separate my life from hers, I fear that my mother will never win her battle with alcoholism.
3 Obsessions/collections
1-World of Warcraft. But I always argue it’s a healthy addiction because of its social aspect.
2-Finding the recipe for the perfect chocolate chip cookie. I think I’ve succeeded, but it has the drawback of having to make a million cookies (and ultimately eating most of them because I’m a glutton).
3-The internet. It’s truly an addiction.
3 Goals
1-I really need to start working out regularly again, but something always seems to get in the way.
2-To clean my apartment, mostly because my husband doesn’t like wading around in trash, but I don’t really care.
3-To finish college!!! (Have I mentioned how much I hate it?)
3 Random/surprising facts about myself
1-I talk to myself. Out loud. A lot. I sometimes fear I’ll turn into one of those babbling crazy people who you think must be talking on a cell phone, but no, they’re not.
2-I listen to the WORST music when I work out. Britney Spears, Spice Girls, you name it, it’s on my gym playlist. That stupid bubblegum pop just gets me moving better than my regular music can.
3-I think a lot of people already know this, but I’m missing a bone in each of my toes. Most people have three phalanges in each toe (with the exception of the big toe), and I only have two. Weird, huh?
If you don’t want to participate, I totally understand, but I tag Candice, Jessica, Esther, Stephanie and Heather.
I was so excited to go the Pride Parade for the first time this year. Every year I want to go, but either forget, or have more important things to do, like getting married.
I totally built the parade up in my head, and it completely met all my expectations. It had color and drag queens and semi-naked men. What more could a girl ask for?
These guys were part of a float for a local bar, and the other said of the ‘gay’ poster said ‘drink,’ while the other side of the ‘pride’ poster said ‘beer.’ The guys were clearly not coordinated in their poster flipping choreography, and their message was usually DRINK PRIDE! or GAY BEER! I snapped this during one of the brief moments they matched.
There were a bunch of girls painted head to toe in different colors, but this was the only girl who seemed genuinely excited to be there. She did little dances and cheered, while the other girls plodded along like they were in a death march.
This picture does not accurately portray the freakiness of THE GIANT OBAMA PUPPET!
More pics:
Double decker bike:
Her boots match her hair!
Members of QUAC (woot!):
Before the parade I was wondering if they would give out condoms instead of candy. Indeed they did.
My mother stopped by yesterday and about 30 seconds after she had left she returned to ask me if I knew that there was a woman lying in our driveway. Of course it had to be our neighbor Susan who is living proof that a lifetime of smoking pot will land you at a 14 on the 1 to 10 craziness scale. Chris and I went out to investigate, and sure enough, there was Susan, in her purple nightgown, sprawled next to her car. Chris asked her if she was ok, she replied in the affirmitive, and proceeded to nap there for about an hour.
It was a nice day outside, and I can understand if a person wants to doze in the sun. But in your nightgown? On a driveway? And not a smooth, cement driveway, but an asphalt-gravel mix driveway that is so prickly, I can’t even walk across it barefoot. I am slightly concerned for this woman, but truth be told, when Chris and I can finally buy our own house, I will miss shenanigans like this.
Tuesday morning edit: Sometime in the night she set up a living room in the driveway, complete with coffee table, chairs and rug.
Chris has been singing this song from Flight of the Conchords constantly the last few days.
That has to be my favorite song of theirs. Second, Most Beautiful Girl in the Room.
Heather and Firdosh’s baby boy Jehan was born Saturday morning! We’re all so happy for you both:) Heather went into labor while cleaning someone else’s house, a task we all begged her to put an end to three months ago. We all joked that the baby would come while she was scrubbing floors, but I didn’t think it would actually happen! Ah, Heather, hard worker until the end. That’s why we love you:) (But you’re going to stop now, right?)
New dad:
My comfort level with babies is about a zero, and I really don’t think any infant is cute until about 6 months when that squashed raisen look starts to go away. But I think I might like this kid a little more than most.
I think both Candice and Chris look like pros:
And Bryan is totally ready for fatherhood, can’t you tell?
Yes, I joined the 365 Days flickr group again. I am honestly a little afraid that I’m setting myself up for failure here, and on the second day the first thing I thought to myself when I woke up in the morning was “OH NO, I’M DOING 365 DAYS AGAIN!!! WHY???!!!!!” But the benefits of the project far outweigh the amount of time it requires. Taking a self portrait each day makes you see the world in an entirely different way–you start framing everything you see as a possible photo and then try to think of creative ways to cram yourself into the frame. It also requires me to mess around with Photoshop (seven years with that program and I still have billions of thinks to learn on it) and my camera on a daily basis. I also forgot the thrill of logging on to Flickr and having new comments waiting for you!
The 365 Days community has really grown since I last participated. They now have weekly challenges and a even a podcast. I think the challenges will really help when I’m completely brain dead and can’t think of anything to do. This week’s theme was textures, a technique I knew how to do, but never got around to trying. I was pleased with my first attempt:
I have been taking a photo everyday, but it may take a few days to actually get the photo up. I’m a little OCD when it comes to photoshopping.
Candice is a couple weeks ahead of me.
My first attempt at 365-days.
My current attempt.
Courtney. 26. So sick of college my head is going to explode. A slob. A lover of dogs, birds, photography, cooking, flickr, books and Chris.
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