Saturday, September 29, 2012

This Week

This week was full of good things.  So good, in fact, that I'm finding the only time to blog right now.  At this very moment.  Late Friday night.

I'll take it.

Every week I tutor a Mexican couple who are wanting to take the citizenship exam soon.  We go over the questions they will be asked and practice speaking for the verbal portion, as well as review some other things that will be included in their experience.  I love them.  So much.  They are such a nice couple (and not only because they bring me homemade mexican food-bonus!) and we seriously laugh half the time we are studying.  They told me they'll bring me a super hot/spicy burrito next week.  I can't wait.

I've also gotten really into estate sales.  Today we went to 7.  It was kind of awesome but also kind of embarrassing, because I think it makes us seem like we're 80 years old.  The one thing I kind of regret not buying?  A fur coat.  The thing I am most happy about buying?  Tarot cards.  (judge me).  I think I love it so much because I get to rifle through other peoples things...and it's totally ok! (even encouraged).  You know the one Seinfeld episode when Jerry finds the fungus cream in the girls medicine cabinet and they talk about people who are nosy and just go through other peoples things?  That's totally me.  Anyways, it's good but it's also bad because now I'm getting in the habit of just walking into people's homes and asking how much things cost.  Awesome.

I also went to the zoo.  NW was a champ and made it happen, which I appreciated.  It turned out being a perfect day for animal watching (minus the otters who were MIA) because the crowds were limited and the weather was not too hot, not too cold (all you need is a light jacket).  It brought back memories of the one time I ate whatever bug they gave us to feed the birds (it was a dare) (and it was also a lot more recent than i'd like to admit on this blog) and I even wore my animal print scarf (shout-out to the last time when i went to the zoo and everyone wore an animal/animal print.  solid work, guys).  And I bought an icee in a cool cup.  Hello, I am Cindy, and I am 4 years old.

Other cool things accomplished this week?  Homemade eclairs, Costco hot dogs, more estate sales, being a winner at Jeopardy, and Grandma's 87th birthday.

Next week has a lot to live up to.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

American Pride

I will elaborate more on my amazing trip to Bear Lake later (tomorrow?) but for now I just want you all to soak up the amazingness of my friends and our dedication to America.

George Washington was such a legend.

And I don't know what I would do without these friends.  No joke.  Who else would reenact a historical scene...more than once...and (pretend to) like it?

(ps doesn't Logan make a real good leader?  his beard! too bad he's taken)

Friday, September 14, 2012

Follow up and Randoms

You guys. Thanks so much for voting. Thanks especially to the one person who voted eleven times in a row option c: "why do you still live at home.". It was really sweet of you to reinforce my adulthood. Or lack thereof. You know who you are. Actually, I know who you are, too, because you told me. Punk.

I'll do a full recap on the results of the survey early next week. Until then I just wanted to say a couple of important things.

I'm at the airport right now and the kid two seats away (I say kid but he's probably early 20s) is working real hard on a drawing of a girl on one half of the page and words on the other half. I can't read it all, but the top line says "to the most wonderful girl in the world".

Creepy. He doesn't even know me.

Also. My uncle who was in town this week really likes working on cars. So when he saw an old, unworking Pontiac sitting in front of our house he jumped to the challenge. I also jumped at the challenge because it could be driven by yours truly. I need a set of wheels.

If you had wanted to find me on Wednesday, you would've looked under the hood, or the body, of the car.

We did a couple intense things, including changing the fuel pump (obnoxious), and when we went to start it up?

Still didn't work. It was a tragic little day. But I guess I did get to inhale a substantial amount of gasoline. (bonus?)

Also I went to my first NFL game this weekend. Broncos vs. Steelers. It was maybe one of the best days ever.

Point is, friends: have a most awesome weekend. I know I will!

Thursday, September 13, 2012

I am the worst

I am the worst granddaughter in the world.  Maybe.  Actually, you tell me.

The last few days my aunt and uncle have been visiting.  One of the responsibilities that comes with living at home is giving up your room when people come to visit.

I used to sleep and still technically have a room downstairs in the basement, where grandma currently resides.  But since she kind of wanders and gets up a lot at night, and often talks to things that aren't there, I am temporarily displaced upstairs. Which is fine for me.  The room upstairs is where aunt and uncle slept when they were visiting.

Which meant I was back in my old domain, sharing walls with grandma.  I know, the typical life of a 26 year old.  We are so dramatic.

I didn't realize how often or how early grandma gets up during the night until the last couple nights.  The first night I slept downstairs, I woke up to grandma yelling at 6:30am (ish): "Help! Help! I'm starving! I haven't eaten in one and a half days! Help!"  (we had dinner the night before.  don't worry)

She yells help a lot.  Most of the time it means she needs attention.  Or the bathroom.  

So when I heard her yelling help at 6:30am, I just kind of ignored it and went back to sleep.  Some normal people get up that early on a daily basis, but when you're unemployed that hour is unacceptable.  Because if you get up early you have to find things to do all day long.  The longer you sleep in, the less time you have to kill before you get to sleep again. 

The next morning grandma started yelling help at 5:30am, way too early for anyone (except my old roommate who used to go to the gym everyday that early.  she made me feel sad about myself).  Her helps again went unnoticed by me, as I faded in and out of dreamland for the next couple hours, waking up occasionally to the sounds of her pleas.  I must say she was more consistent than normal, but I still kept sleeping.  It's the only thing I'm good at these days.

Around 9 am I finally decide to roll out of bed.  I open my door to grandmas place and I see that her cries, this time, were warranted.  

Her bed in the basement sits right below one of our windows.  They are well windows, and that night had seen substantial rain.  Turns out that the well had gathered a good amount of rain throughout the night, and the window wasn't properly sealed, thereby creating a leak into grandmas room.  All night long.  So when I walked out of my bedroom, I walked into soaking carpet.  Yes, the room had flooded all the way to my door.  

I guess when my aunt went down to get her, she heard grandma yell "Help! Call the homeowner!"

This time, grandma was right.

And I slept right through it.


I would do the exact same thing if I had Asian quadruplets.


"My sons are identical...even to me" -their mother

If that's not maternal love, I don't know what is.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Garden of the Gods

(just so you know, there is a law and order marathon on right now. and i am watching it. 
just like my poem suggested. truth)

Last week I went down to Colorado Springs to see what all the hype was about.

My grandparents lived down there for years, so it wasn't my first time in the Springs, but it was my first time in downtown CO Springs.  I had no idea there was so much down there; I was just used to going to the local Home Time Buffet or KFC.

After going to lunch with an old man attorney named Jimbo, NW and I hit up the Garden of the Gods.

It was pretty.

Here are some pictures.

 (do you see Mario and Luigi?  they were visiting from italia)

(these two did a real good job at holding up balancing rock. kinda)

It was a pretty (rock) solid day.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Thoughts on a dissertation

Some call it a thesis.  Some call it a dissertation.

I call it a life-ruiner.  Or a time-consumer.  Or a problem child.  Or trouble.

But whatever the name, it is finally finished.

I wanted to dedicate an entire post to my dissertation being finished, because it took a long time.  And it deserves it.

Thus I will express my thoughts on the dissertation via poem.  
(because its saturday night and what else am i supposed to do? i don't have a dissertation to worry about anymore so i'm sure my poetry will flourish):

Academic Writing

Academic writing is finally over,
The capital of Delaware is a city named Dover.
Joe was a senator there, but that doesn't matter,
This poem is about English and how immigrants chatter.
In English not in their native tongue,
Because they want to live in England where they might get the black lung.
I wrote and I wrote and I wanted to cry,
But my library friends helped me not actually die.
I creeped on an old guy and took a few photos of him; (not like that)
He wore the same outfit multiple times-his name might be Jim.
There was also the kid who watched internet shows;
He was very enthused and would bang his hands and toes.
That was my crowd for the last few weeks,
In Colorado Springs you will find Pikes Peak.
So now I am confused at what I will do with my time,
Good thing Law and Order has marathons on all that crime.
After it was bound, my paper was 50 pages,
Too bad that probably won't change my future wages.
Anyways, I'm really happy that I don't have to write anymore,
Except on this blog, where I can write about tacos and chores.
(because i live at home)


Thanks for sticking with me through these hard times.  You will be blessed.