Expletives

As Christian girls we like to search for non-offensive expletives. I have a good friend who likes to use, "shoot a monkey!" One I thought of tonight is, "what the Mo!" Which lead to to a conversation, which lead to me miss-remembering the aforementioned expletive resulting in:
Suck a Monkey!
Not sure this is is non-offensive, but I think it could take off.

I would like to dedicate this post to Laura.

VEST DAY!

It is official.

Thursday, February 22nd 2007.

Wear a vest.

Be hot.

MISSING!!!

Has anyone seen this person?
She was last seen TWO!!! days ago!
This is entirely to long to go with out seeing the number one honorary Crusher member.
If you see here, please contact the necessary authorities.

Site Meter

Yay! We now have a site meter. It's located below "Things we like." Visit me and I'll give you the password or whatever, so you can block the site from recording your own visits.

To anyone who isn't us,
We're watching you.
Sincerely,
Us

When you like a boy.....

So I don't remember when, or exactly why, but a conversation was had about what if boy and girl parts glowed radioactively when you liked someone of the opposite sex. I guess somebody already stole our idea....

Hi, my name is Laura. I am wearing a sweater today.
*in calm narrating-for-blind-kids voice:
"Lydia types on the computer and then hits "publish."



(So this would technically would be a comment for Laura's post, but I just really wanted to put narrating-for-blind-kids in the labels part, because it's "Things We Like."

My identity is contain within my sweater.

I would just like to say, that I am currently wearing Lydia's sweatshirt.

After an awkward swap in the Pho's parking lot, we exchanged identities.

Since we all know, the sole vessel for identity is sweatshirts.

On Valentine's Day

Me: "Mmm clamydia."

Lydia: "Nothing says Valentine's Day like Clamydia."

Anna: "That's why they call it VDday!"




Lydia: "And why isn't misteltoe associated with Valentine's Day? Of all the holidays to be fake kissing somebody..."

The fridge tells all.

Perhaps of all the things I love about the apartment...one of the greatest is the letters on the kitchen refrigerator.

Today I went to open the fridge and for my reading pleasure saw:

"Anna has leprosy" in children's magnet letters.

..Laura

A Small Victory

Tonight, I successfully plunged by first toilet. I was taught the finer points of the skill sometime last semester by Laura and Christina, and tonight I was able to put them to practical use. At first, I wasn't sure I was doing it right. Nothing was happening, it was very discouraging. But then, finally, with lot's of splashing and suctioning noises, the water began to recede. It's a small kind of accomplishment, but I felt proud. No clogged toilet is safe from me forevermore.

"Whenever I think it would be fun living in Little House on the Prairie times, I always think of childbirth and dental work and I'm like, NO. "

--Lydia, watching 7bridesfor7brothers, 4:30 AM

My Name is Laura, and I am 5 and I have two cats.

Today in the car, Anna and I discussed what it would be like if one were to go through life in random spurts of childhood narration.

This came about because I had started to inadvertently do this mid-sentence.
"So yeah, I was working on the project and I couldn't get it to work and...
That man is BALD!...
...And I still don't understand how to input and output the files...
There are lots of people in that van, Bobby has three marbles, my dad knows how to grill.
are we working out later?"
I probably shouldn't have eaten Stacy's play dough. Mom will be mad.

In other news...I may or may not have lost my mind today. I haven't decided yet.

..Laura

We are women to be fought for....

We struggle with acceptance in the unique sense.
Boys offer lingering eyes and compliments,
but men are all we seek.
We are women to be fought for,
but don't count us the weaker ones.

I love you girls, and I belive in you.

Nonstick vs. Stick pans, the debate continues.

I am usually not into politics much. They don't strike my fancy and I like to let things slide...but being the minority here as an immigrant, I felt I must have a voice (even though I don't have full apartment citizenship yet.)

This morning over breakfast a debate ensued over the value of non-stick pans. This apparently, is a polarizing issue within the apartment. Anna, who is an advocate of stick fans (by default by making the statement "I hate non-stick pans."...therefore one can only assume she is a part of the other party of "sticky pan advocates") made wonderful pancakes this morning which resulted in this heated debate.

Katy sided with the Sticky Pan advocates, while Lydia and I fell in with the moderates. Christina asserted that had Anna experienced the real working non-stick pans, she would not hate them. (sounds a lot like Communism to me...good theory, but I've yet to see good practical application of it) After only going around in circles with it, we went back to watching Beakman's world and enjoyed our breakfast.

Moral: We really can all get along. Even though we have culinary preferencial differences, we put those aside here at the crusher.

...And even though I'm an immigrant who leaves her socks on the floor and sleeps on the hole in the couch, I am loved and accepted here. ("1..2...3..!")

What the?

www.totallyabsurd.com

I especially love the Dad Saddle and Neck Fanny

Happy February!!!