Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Happy Belated Birthday

Well, I missed BOTH boys' birthdays this year. I'm a terrible friend/roommate. I literally had no idea when their birthdays were. That's a lie...I had an idea...I just completely forgot about it when the time got close. So I still owe both of them birthday drinks, or a birthday gift, or a birthday cake, or ANYTHING relating to their birthdays!

When I got home at 10:00 Sunday night and decided to clean the fridge/kitchen while I was putting groceries away I conveniently tossed some cookies that I thought had been sitting there out in the open for too long and were old. These were Nathan's birthday cookies from his lady friend. Considering I missed his birthday, I had no idea where they came from or what they were for. The next day I found out that they were special cookies and were, in fact, not old and Nathan was PISSED at me. He's so mad at me that he has avoided me for the past two days so he doesn't have to speak to me. Even though I know that he doesn't want my cookies, I'm just his roommate, I went ahead and made him some new cookies tonight. As I was mixing the ingredients I realized that the only stick butter we had was "salted light butter." I took food chemistry, I knew when I looked at the box that this was not going to be good, but I used it anyway. Typical to my nature of always being right, the cookies were a disaster and I blame it all on the butter. They were a large runny blob on the pan (the first of which I burnt to a crisp and had to open every window). The second blob on the pan I fed to Tim, and I tried to avoid letting Nathan see that I attempted to make him new cookies. It is hard to hide the smell of charred cookies in a small apartment. It was by far the worst baking disaster I have had since high school when I tried a new pie recipe and used frozen fruit. I have never and will never use frozen fruit in a pie again in my life. The same goes with salted light butter...

Happy Anniversary

Today (June 15) is exactly one year since the best bedroom in the apartment became MY bedroom. Looking back, it is funny how many things have changed around here, and how many have stayed the same.

Last year I slept on an air mattress all summer, this year I have a comfy bed :)

Last summer/fall the boys and I spent many nights staying up way too late having "kitchen conversations" which entailed standing in the kitchen eating some sort of junk food and telling hilarious stories of our days (and me probably doing some sort of ballet using the wall as my barre). This year, our lives have gotten the best of us and we're lucky if we find the time on Sunday/Monday nights to tell stories of just the weekend.

The boys inserting my name or their names into songs is exactly the same from last year to now. We have had some good ones lately. For example, I made up one while listening to some country on a drive home. I laughed so hard out loud that I texted it to Tim...and I got no response. It was clearly not as funny as I thought, but it went something like this. "Tim gets down, he turns around, he boots, he scoots, and he BOOGIES!" Hahahaha. If you want to be a part of the fun, just stop on by the apartment sometime and your name will undoubtedly be inserted into one of the newest rap songs or oldest classics!

A year ago all that was ahead of us was a crazy year of living together. Now what's ahead of us is Nathan is moving out at the end of the month, and Tim and I have no idea what we're doing with our lives as far as living situation goes. It's sad and funny how time passes so quickly. And when a stage of our lives is over we have to smile because it happened, not frown because it's ending.

I love both of these boys so much it hurts. I don't always show it, but if you think about it, we all tend to treat, from time to time, the people we care about the most the worst. It's like people get this irrational idea in their heads that if someone is SUPPOSED to know you love them, you don't have to show or tell them. And I am no exception to this generalization.

Sadly, our time together with all three of us is very limited and we literally have no weekend left that we will all be together. However, the good news is that Nathan should be done with summer school and will probably come visit us every weekend anyway!

God Bless America

I haven't blogged in so long that there are a thousand stories to catch up on, but I'll just give a couple of them tonight.

The boys and I successfully survived another year of the Indianapolis 500. We did not attend this event together, so the boys' experience I only know of by what I've heard.

Before the big day Nathan and Tim went race-day shopping. They had a big "Red, White, and Booze" party to attend on Saturday at the campgrounds so they had to put together the best American apparel they could find. They ended up shopping in the womens' section of Target (the first problem) and really only found clothing that they intended on wearing over their speedos for a short amount of time. In fact, Nathan's exact words were, "I only want to take clothing that I know I can remove and leave there." This scared me for them.

Turns out between their speedos, shorts, cutoff shirts, and headpieces, I'm sure they were two of the best dressed. I wanted to have a pre-race photo shoot of all of us in our race clothing before the weekend (specifically to post the photos on the blog) but didn't get this done. :( I personally liked Tim's $5 shirt so much that I went to Target and bought one for myself to cut up for the day of the race.

Tim and Nathan made some new friends that day. Well...kinda. If by friends I mean people who were asking Tim all day where Nathan went with the beer bong. Evidently, Nathan took the beer bong and decided to go wander the grounds by himself for...oh...a few HOURS. Since it wasn't Tim's day to watch Nathan, he was of no assistance in helping everyone else find the long lost beer bong. After this episode, Nathan crawled into the back of a truck to sleep, and Tim slept all night in a chair sitting straight up. Wow...