Shopping Extravaganza

Yes, we went shopping together. I'm going to a wedding this weekend and there is a dress that I've been wanting for MONTHS and haven't found an excuse to buy. So I decided this wedding is the perfect reason to buy the dress. The only problem is...it's a little different. I wasn't entirely sure if it was wedding appropriate. And I don't mean "appropriate" in a way that the dress is too revealing or etc., just couldn't decide if it was right to wear to a wedding where I don't know anyone except the guy I'm going with. I thoroughly enjoy walking into events and having people look at me and wonder "wtf is she wearing?" But I'd rather not embarrass the poor guy. Therefore, before buying the dress I needed my roommates to go to the store with me and tell me a guy's opinion. Like, if their date showed up in this dress what would they think?

When the boys walked in from class I immediately asked them to go to the mall with me. After Nathan literally groooooaaaannneeeddd for 30 seconds, he said, "Ok if you'll go to Gander Mountain and if you'll drive." I told him he had a deal. You have to understand that shopping (unless in a hunting or sporting goods store) is Nathan's LEAST favorite thing in the entire world. Luckily for us Tim agreed to come along and...he drove (the only one who didn't need to actually go somewhere). We went to Gander Mountain first. We were there SOOO long that I looked at everything in the store...twice. And I decided which tent I want for camping. AND I found a new turtleneck for IU tailgating this year. (Only IU tailgating veterans with me will understand my passion for the turtleneck) As we were finally leaving Nathan told me that a guy at the back of the store shooting his bow asked him if he was here with his girlfriend. He told him no, I'm just his roommate, and the guy said, "Oh, lucky guy." After hearing this I go "WHAT?!?! Was he cute??" Nathan told me he was not good looking and if he had been, he would have brought the guy over to meet me. I'm glad I can count on my roommates.

Finally it was my turn. Tim took us to Von Maur to check out the dress. The boys followed me through the store to the womens' dresses and sat in two chairs outside of the dressing room. They immediately fought over a random catalog lying there and I had to tell them to behave. It was like taking two children to the mall. I put on the dress and I could instantly see it in Nathan's face that he did not like it. And Tim said, "I think you're going to buy it whether we like it or not." This was a good example of how Tim is better at hiding what he thinks to be more compassionate towards what a girl wants. Through living with them I have learned that this really is the case. They both told me that it didn't look bad, it was just weird. Nathan asked me why I don't just wear a black dress. I don't think he understands that I never "just" do anything.

This post is getting a little on the long side so I'll finish the story quickly. We got back to the apt and Tim had to leave. Nathan wanted to try out his new broadheads on his bow so he had me act as security as he shot rounds at the target. I have to say...the deer don't stand a chance. Besides protecting any unsuspecting neighbors from walking into Nathan's shooting path, I also acted as the weight sitting on the target so that the arrows could be removed from the foam. That makes a girl feel good...

And so the story goes--Nathan and Tim went back to Gander Mountain today and this is what they returned with...


Complete camouflage raingear. Then we lost Nathan in the bushes



And while all this happened Tim ate yogurt


I just received a text that they are out riding four wheelers. It's 11:00pm. Whatever!

The wheels on the bed go round and round

So last weekend my roommates went to Purdue to go to a football game. I hate when they just leave like that for long periods of time (two days being a long period of time) even though I don't think twice when I take off for home or wherever else for a week at a time. Saturday night I left the bars early from being with my friends as I do every Saturday night since I work on Sundays. I walk into the apartment, throw on all the lights, talkin on the phone, and my arms are full of multiple purses and bags. I walked by Tim's room and hear "hi". It scared the shit outta me and I immediately felt HORRIBLE for being so loud. Evidently they decided to drive home on Saturday instead of waiting till Sunday (this mirrors the decision we made after the monon bell game last year...another story, another time) So I proceeded to loudly apologize to Tim for being so loud. Then, after I was positive that my apology had at this point woken Nathan up, I just shut up and shut myself in my room.

It is now Wednesday and I just got home from dinner with Kara, Stac, and Kate. I haven't been in Indy for the past three days so it feels like it's been awhile since I've seen the boys. When I walked in Nathan was vacuuming (he is ALWAYS vacuuming) and Tim was just wandering around. Tim followed me back to my room and was trying to ask me questions about my night/week/whatever. I responded with, "I really have to pee" and shut the door on him. After relieving the two glasses of water and one cherry limeade that I drank at dinner I went back to Tim's room to ask for his manly assistance. The bed in my room hasn't been placed exactly where I wanted it to be. If you know me personally at all...you know that I've been sleeping on an air mattress for the entire summer. I'm finally off of the air mattress but didn't take the time to move the bed appropriately against the wall. Plus, I was getting annoyed that my pillows kept falling off the head of the bed at night. Tim had decided to take a nap and was laying in bed but jumped up because I was in need of him. So, the boys flexed their muscles and followed me back to my room to help me move my bed. I asked them if they thought the best method would be to lift the entire bed and move it. Nathan asked me why I didn't just push it and I told him I didn't want to do that because I didn't want to just move the top mattress and not have the entire bed move...that'd be a pain. While we're discussing this, Tim is bent over peering under the bed to make the discovery that (dum dum da) it's on wheels!! So they barely touch it and roll the bed against the wall. Nathan guestimated a measurement that they moved it 4 inches. My bad :D

After moving the bed I tried to talk them into taking a "family" trip to the recycle bin. Our recycle is overflowing. They didn't think this was such a hot idea and claimed they need to study. I would just like to end this post with the quote that just rang throughout our apartment:

Nathan: "Tim what are you doing?!"
Tim: "I'm going to poop and read a magazine"
Nathan: "Are you going to take a nap?"
Tim: "No, I'm going to take a dump...then maybe a nap."

Boredom

Though I have never been diagnosed with ADD, I've been convinced I have it since I was a freshman at IU and my friend Renee told me that I did. I've been struggling with boredom for the past couple of days. This is the first time all summer that I have had this problem. In fact, the past couple days I have been running for twice as long as I normally do because I figure why not...I have the time. Then, yesterday, when I got home from wandering around finding a birthday present for one of my best friends from home (her birthday isn't until Oct. 1st--and I NEVER do anything like that this early, obviously something is wrong.) I announced to the boys I was going for another run because I was bored. Nathan asked me if all I do is run and sleep. That's what it seems like this week. For awhile now I have been randomly asking him to hang all the framed pictures in my room and he tells me that is something I can do myself. So he told me, "why don't you hang those pictures instead of running." I kind of groaned at him and left.

Today I was SO EXCITED because my dad was coming to town to make a special delivery to me. I had it all planned out in my head how we were going to hang out all day and I would be entertained until well into the evening when he would head home. Part of our day included him hanging all of my pictures in my room...haha. Now, my dad has visited multiple times this summer and for some reason I forgot that he now visits to see my roommates, not his daughter. He discussed everything from the Bears game to religion with the boys before we went out to get some lunch and make a Wal-Mart run. Then my dad broke the news to me that he had to have the Uhaul home by 5:00 so he'd be leaving at 3:00pm. At exactly 3:05pm I became bored again.

I immediately decided I wanted to go swimming and texted the boys to see how soon they would be back from school and if they would go swimming with me. When they got home Tim had to go let a dog out and Nathan wouldn't go swimming because he had already swam laps at the Y this morning. So I said "fine" and went swimming myself. Nathan followed me out with the camera and snapped pictures as I jumped in.

I thought it would be funny to swim to my friend Liz's apartment. This is no small distance so I took a noodle as a flotation device, looked around and realized that if I get too tired I can just swim to the edge of the lake. So, with no potential danger, I took off and told Nathan to check on me in awhile.

To give you a better idea of the distance here is a picture:



Though I had a noodle with me (which horribly got in the way of swimming) I was so worn out by the time I got there that I got out of the lake and walked around the lake to get back. I think that the walk was as tiring as the swim. Plus, there is so much goose/duck poop that it was severely slowing my walk while I tried to avoid it.

I finally got back to the apartment just to jump off the dock right back into the lake because I was hot again. I tried to climb out of the lake but the problem with that is that the lake basically just drops off at the shore from mossy and mud covered rocks. I take a lot of pride in my ability to balance well on pretty much anything. It comes from years and years of ballet barre experience. I stepped my right foot up pretty high onto a giant rock and as I concentrated very hard on balancing myself to bring my left foot up to meet it, my right foot slipped right out from under me and got wedged between a bunch of rocks. Now that I stirred up all of the mud and muck that was on the rocks I looked around to see if anyone was watching and half expected Nathan to be posted outside with the camera. I noticed one neighbor trying not to watch me and I just awkwardly walked up the hill to the apartment.

When I got inside Nathan asked me what I was going to do next and I said, "Well, I dunno...I guess make dinner." Back to boredom. About 20 minutes later Nathan told me he was going back to the Y to go swimming and I got TICKED!!! I had been BEGGING him to swim with me!!! Ugh...they drive me nuts sometimes...

Bits-n-pieces

Nathan had the swine flu last week. Not really...I suppose that isn't funny. But he wasn't feeling well and it made him grouchy, a definite sign. Only I'm allowed to randomly be grouchy, I'm the female.

My sneezes always come in twos. (I get that from my dad) The boys always try to beat each other in who says "Bless you" to me first. And every time they say it it's in a different voice.

Last weekend Nathan decided to show Tim's "box" to a couple of my friends. Later in the night when we were with the much larger group of friends word spread very quickly. Now, none of my friends want to visit me. Thank you my dear roommates.

Whenever I decide to go visit our young, very good looking male neighbor the boys fire questions at me like when I'll be back and whether or not I put perfume on. I always end up standing at the door for about five minutes answering to them just to be able to go talk to/watch some football with a nice neighbor. Geez. They also have a rule set of no boys in the apartment when they're not here and for some reason I abide by it.

Today as they were getting ready to leave for school we were all in the kitchen and I was wearing an orange IU tee, Nathan in an old Bears jersey, and Tim in an orange Abercrombie shirt. I just looked at them both as we stood in the kitchen and go, "Wow, there's a lot of orange in here right now." BEAR DOWN!

Clubs

Just like any other fine student who starts at a new institution, Tim and Nathan decided they needed to be very involved with their new school. And...what better way to be involved than joining clubs?? So, one day as they wandered the IUPUI campus they decided to literally join every club. These include but are not limited to the PT club, the wrestling club (Tim hasn't wrestled since 8th grade), and the Indian club. They told me a couple nights ago not to wait up for them Thursday night because they had....(drumroll)....their first Indian club meeting.

I just found out the results of this meeting. Tim and Nathan are, of course, the two token white guys in the club. They found out that there are two Indian clubs on campus so when the club needed suggestions of things to do to "hang out" my ever-competitive roommates suggested a decathalon between the two rival Indian groups. They want it to be comprised of both academic and athletic events including (again not limited to) dodgeball tournaments, stanky leg dance competitions, and an academic bowl.

Their team obviously has a benefit on the athletic side because of these two token white guys