Despicable Little Thing

We were recently taught a new card game in which you get your cards, decide on how many hands you think you can win, and "bid" on how many you think you can get.  The goal is to get the number of wins that you bid and the way you win is to put down the highest card of the ones put down.  Well, at one point in the game I had the little 2 of hearts and knowing it was going to be the lowest card I dropped it to the floor and huffed "You despicable little thing." Well, apparently I was staring deep into Ellisa's soul as I said this and I got the weirdest, most confused look from her as I refocused on the face I was apparently staring at.  Of course I explained myself to my baffled best friend, but as punishment I don't think she will ever let me live that one down.

Later on as we were outside watching the shooting stars with some other friends, my outside cat Tia decided to join us and get hair all over everyone. Oh yes, and when she purrs she also tends to drool, so at one point I said (apparently out loud) "Eww, she's drooling on me." Note to self, be very careful about how you word anything you say when you are around good friends because they tend to have fun with your verbal oversights.  Apparently Ellisa now likes to drool on people and has a fluffy tail that she enjoys sticking in peoples ears.

Only Mostly Dead

So we had a bit of a predicament that we needed some serious help with... our peach tree was literally falling over from the number of peaches that were in it.  So we had a peach eating party!

While waiting for people to show up, we were sitting in the kitchen eating cereal for lunch and we had quite the intellectual discussion about the degrees of death. Just as a bit of background, Ellisa is allergic to wheat.  And milk, and soy, and eggs... Well I had just finished up a bunch of baking in the kitchen and commented that I had bleached the counter just for her so she wouldn't die... too much.  That resulted in the comparison of mostly dead versus all dead.  But then there is partially dead which is what most people are when they first wake up in the morning, and then Zombie dead which is when your brain dies but your body keeps going.  I'm going to refrain from saying where the conversation went on THAT degree of death... This conversation may or may not have had anything to do with the Princess Bride shirt I was wearing.

The Tale of the Vegetables (and an Unsuspecting Fruit)

They originated from the store, the one belonging to a Trader called Joe. Two were of the green perennial thistle origin while one was of the red Punica granatum. They were the Artichokes and the Pomegranate... and they were related. At least, for our entertainment they were.  You see, we kind of drew on these poor foods... a lot.  They were in fact transformed into the likeness of Darth Vader and his twin children Luke and Leia.  And yes, we may have acted out part of The Empire Strikes Back with these highly sophisticated creations.

After the demise of Leia, I was sitting on the floor eating some soup and Ellisa was reclining on the couch after having just hung up the phone from having a semi-serious discussion with her mother, when suddenly she exclaims in a loud voice "Holy Shnykies!" Slightly startled by the outburst, I look up and expect an explanation pertaining to maybe something her mom had said.  In fact, she was staring at her arm and after examining said appendage for a while looks down at me and exclaims again "How did I get pomegranate on my bicep?!?" Several seconds later after further examination she shouts out again "How did I get it on my shoulder?!?" Maybe the world will never know, but my guess is that Princess Leia refused to leave this world without first leaving her mark in some simple way :).

Oh yes, and I unknowingly got Lactose Free milk at the grocery store today. That was a weird suprise when I had a cup this evening...

The Master of Terrifying

I will be the first to admit that one very frustrating thing about me is that I don't scare very easily.  And even when I do, I don't usually react very violently.  Maybe a deep breath and that's about it. I know, it's a terrible, terrible thing but not something that is easily changed... unless you live with Ellisa.  This girl is the master of freaking the bagibers out of me which is ironic, considering she is one of the easiest people in the world to scare.  Walk up to her and so much as say her name when she is preoccupied and you are golden.  I will now enlighten you about an instance in which this girl made me screech with shock and my hair stand on end.

I was at the house by myself for... Oh, several hours or so and I am sitting in the office working on some stuff when I hear movement in the living room. I don't think too much of it since I have music playing, the dogs are loose, and this little voice in the back of my head hints that Ellisa is probably back. I finish up my task, rise from my sitting position and start to walk around the corner when suddenly there is and Ellisa staring me straight in the face.  I nothing short of leap and almost fall backwards, let out a befuddled in-hail/screech and raise my hands in an attempt to... I don't know what.  Ellisa was as surprised by my reaction as I was by her appearance and the next 5 minutes we spent trying to control our laughter. I really want to know what I look like when I scare now. It must be quite the entertaining face because Ellisa started the laughing first...

Cool Beans and Sweet Sauce

Mostly we had a lot of fun driving around in town and doing errands all day! So much so that we even did our own little rock star singing competition with our phones while sitting in a parking lot. I'm sure a bunch of people thought we were crazy, but that's the whole fun of being odd now isn't it? All the great looks you get!

We went to Jamba Juice for the heck of it as well and reminisced about old times. You see, the last time we got Jamba Juice together, we were driving to a bookstore and upon reaching our destination I commented that "Wow, I've finished mine and you aren't even half done yet!"  To which Ellisa responded "Well yeah, it's hard to drink an drive." She has never quite live that one down...

While cooking dinner, I couldn't resist the urge to glance creepily glance at Ellisa and mutter, "You lost the game." You're welcome :)

Ellisa here! Well.... I finished a laborious breakfast for dinner and turned to Julia to tell her. Right as I finished  saying, "dinner's ready", she shouts "WHY!?!?!?!?!" in the most terrifyingly loud and shocking way possible. I may or may not have been able to suppress a squeak of shock in response, and was then taken over by the ensuing laughter and shock which proceeded to bring me from the stool upon which I sat, to my knees, and eventually into a crumpled ball of laughter on the floor. Never a dull moment!!!!

P.S. In case you were wondering, I (Julia) was in fact talking to my computers lack of receiving emails and not to Ellisa's awesomeness in completing the task of dinner :).

And so it Begins!

My parents flight was at 6:30am this morning so it was 3:45am wake up time.  Woohoo!! My soon to be roommate was to meet at the house at 4:00am to drive to the airport with me but by 4:15 I decided to give her a call.  As soon as she answered, what she heard was "Bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother!!" to which she responded "Are you drinking coffee?"  Ah yes, this girl knows me too well... We were joined by another good friend so the whole trek was a bona fide party! It was even complete with an odd verbal foible in which I tried to say "Switchfoot" and "Superchick" and the same time and it came out "Chicken Foot."

A grand total of 2 1/2 hours in the car and even my bestie learned how hyper I can be on 4 hours of sleep paired with coffee.  But even that didn't last long because as soon as we were back home we were out till 11:00.  I guess I should be glad that it lasted for the whole drive and not a minute shorter.

Much of the rest of the day was normal grown up stuff like going to work, sitting on the counter brainstorming a shopping list, eating a crazy amount of chocolate cake, making screeching noises at each other... but then evening came and as we all know that's when stuff tends to happen...

Firstly, when my roomie came back with the groceries, Squachit decided that one of the bags was his new best friend so he took it... then he ate it...

And to top it all off, we decided to have a bit of fun with some mascara.  I'm not going to deny any claims that we may have talked to each other in "Sir" like fashion....

Another Unsuspecting Day...

For some odd reason, ever since this one camping trip months ago we have both had this weird inkling to tackle each other.  Don’t ask me why, but if you just think about it, how awesome would that be to suddenly just bowl over your best friend, catching them completely and utterly unawares and to just see the reaction that you would get? Well, I was walking across the lawn one evening and bent down to feel the grass.  I commented that oddly enough it wasn’t really that damp while at the same time glancing over my shoulder.  It was then that I saw it… the dilating pupils and the hunched over stance. And suddenly it dawned on me, I should probably think about running.  And so I did, and quite the screeching noise escaped I must admit.  Keep in mind the knowledge that the girl chasing me is a track runner, a sprinter to be exact so you can imagine the leaping and twisting that occurred in order for me to make my escape.  And that I did, onto the concrete.  But, being the good friends we are we kind of have this unspoken rule about hard surfaces, so alas… the tackling must be saved for another, unsuspecting day. And believe you me, in 2 months time that day is bound to happen J.

When We Knew This Was a Great Idea

Just for a little bit of background on our prior roommateness, here is a bit of what went on the last time when we house sat for a friend...

"I was cooking breakfast this morning and I looked up to read the spine of a cook book on the shelf.  What I read was "Taste of Home Animal Recipes" and in my morning and 'just-having-been-in-China' thinking I immediately envisioned recipes of how to cook your dog or cat. Well, what it actually said was "Annual Recipes." Note to self, never make quick assumptions when it's not only morning, but when that is also paired with having recently been immersed in a much different culture."

"It was a rather uneventful evening, and then I went to the pantry and saw several boxes of pop tarts.  I did not, however, read the 't' in the tarts as a 't', but rather as an 'f', and so I busted up laughing and attempting to explain myself to Julia.  Shortly after, I went and asked Julia for my dental floss. She proceeded to throw it to me, but seeing a flying object headed at my head and me being myself, I ducked to the floor while spinning in a circle and squealing... The floss ended up flying over me and landing in the corner.  We then spent 20 minutes using face cream to make mustached on ourselves.  To close the evening with a big finale, I was in bed and just about to go to sleep when I hear this loud, strange hollering sound and look up to see Julia flying at me mid air.  I truly believed she was planning on killing me by crushing me, and I flipped over in bed while screaming. We spent the rest of the evening in fits of laughter."

Maybe one of the funniest instances that occurred, happened one evening as we were cooking dinner and waiting for some water to boil.  You see, I had gotten these chopsticks in China while I was there on a mission trip a few weeks back and I was demonstrating to Ellisa the "Walrus Face" that all too often occurred at the meal times.  We ended up both having these chopsticks shoved in our mouths and giggling all the while when this man walks by on the street.  Mind you, the kitchen window is huge and well, you can imagine what happened next.  We both semi freeze and slowly turn our heads to look and stare back as he walks slowly and confusedly by while giving the one eyebrow raised in awe/confusion slow head nod.

The Introduction

So let me start by saying yes, I am in college and yes, I live with my parents but honestly if you knew my parents, you would want to live with them too. I mean how many times can you say that you have walked down the stairs in the morning (on numerous occasions mind you) to hear the sounds of your father singing opera and walk into the kitchen to see that same man dancing around in a bathrobe, wielding a spatula while cooking you breakfast? That being said, my parents are leaving on a 2 month mission trip to Uganda, Africa and my best friend is coming to live with me for the duration of that time.  Sitting here with the knowledge that our last roommate experience was truly hilarious and incredibly entertaining to not only us, but also to those fortunate enough (or maybe not so much so) to experience or hear about what transpired, I decided that writing a blog about such times might be a fun idea.