The DATE

A week after telling my mother that if someone asked me on a date I'd immediately tell him no because the VERY little spare time that I have I just want to spend doing my own thing...a nice young man asked me out. I turned down dinner... but told him I'd go to a movie.

Sunday evening rolled around and I literally had 15 minutes from the time I got home before he was going to pick me up. I had already warned my roommates that I was, in fact, going on a date and that they needed to prepare themselves to be nice (HA!) I flew in the door to run back to my room to get ready. At this point I realized that Nick Hart was visiting for the night (please see post "Hart") and I knew this would be no ordinary encounter with this new guy. As I was back in my room multi-tasking (trying to restraighten my hair at the same time as change my clothes and shoes at the same time as eating dinner at the same time as answer the thousand phone calls I get on Sundays) I heard the boys scheming. Nathan came back and casually says, "Well, it's time to clean my guns." He got out all of his hunting guns, and most likely some others. While Nathan dug out his guns, Tim dug out his wigs. The three boys sat in the living room in mullet wigs (see pictures in previous post) and guns in hand. I was just finishing brushing my teeth (my favorite thing in the world to do) and I heard them answer the door. The next thing I heard was a loud chant of the guy's name until he agreed to bong a beer. My roommates have perfected what I just generally call, "The Chant". They have figured out that along with their strong peer pressure, chanting someone's name will ALWAYS make the person do whatever it is they want. That POOR boy!! I tried to hurry out to the living room to save him, but he was thankfully a very good sport.

As we walked away from the apartment I half-way apologized. I would never apologize for knowing, living with, and loving the two of them...but sometimes I have to apologize for not giving fair enough warnings.

If you want to date me I come with baggage. And that baggage is wrapped up into two excellent, but crazy, roommates.

Would You Like a Little Football With Your Tailgate?

In our pre-determined set of "house rules" that the boys and I made when we decided to live together it is stated that we must attend the Monon Bell and Oaken Bucket games on alternating years when they are at our respective schools. This was the year of the Oaken Bucket in Bloomington, IN.

Typical to our tailgating habits, we hit the fields very early. The boys didn't travel down to Bloomington the night before so they hit the road from Indianapolis around 5:15am. As we watched them approach the tailgate this is what we saw:



If you look closely you will see that they are wearing mullet wigs and carrying in their portion of the tailgate.



Our tailgate, which turned out to most likely be the largest non-frat tailgate in Bloomington that day, was a huge success. We included two of my all-time favorite things in the day: The Cupid Shuffle and making new friends.



After 8 hours of tailgating and 3 hours of football, most of us left to nap before a night out on the town. My roommates...however...chose to go to Panda Express and nearly get into a fight. But that's another story for another time.

Cheers to Football Season. Bring on the basketball!!

You've Gotta Double Bond That Shit!

These are the words I heard ringing out from Nathan's room while Tim was trying to do his homework the other night. The best part about this is that it was actually music to my ears. It made me smile SOOO BIG :D. I miss the days of knowing (or not knowing) that something needed to be double bonded. This saying reminds me of something Lindsay would have said to me in the middle of the library.

Tonight is family night. Again, we're all occupying an extremely small space in Nathan's room and watching YouTube videos together. The result (this is most effective if you watch each video to the full extent in order):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tj2Z7AydDao

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R248WOajlFE&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2URImmLYAsQ&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TytJRejBWHU&feature=related

Dr. McHottie

First of all, my apologies for not writing in so long. My devoted readers are missing me, I can tell. To tag on to the last post, I have to say one thing. A few nights ago I got home pretty late from work and running errands to find that the boys were not home. A couple of hours later when I was going to bed they still were not home. I was worried sick...

Unfortunately, we're all three so busy that we haven't spent a ton of time together to have a big event (such as pumpkin carving). Fortunately, we do not need to plan a lot of time together for some good laughs. A couple of weeks ago I walked in the door to find the boys studying together, which is perfectly normal. What was not so normal was how close they were laying on the floor together. The below picture does not do it justice. I probably could have fit only a quarter between them. They moved apart in the time I went to get my camera:

Then I got a good shot of them hard at work. (This may or may not be posed)

It wasn't until a couple days later that I found out why they work so hard on their studies. Tim came to me and said, "I know what I want to do." I asked him what and he told me, "I want to be Dr. McHottie. I want to be THAT doctor that all the women swoon over when he walks out of the room. Just a stud swooping in to save the day."

I actually have no doubt in my mind that that is EXACTLY what he will be. Then, once he has healed the wounded he will send them off to Therapist Mc____ (fill in the blank), aka Nathan, for their physical therapy. Sort of similar to their classroom tactics of meshing their newfound friends...they will bring together their patients. And they'd better damn well send their kids to me for dental work :)

Worried Sick

Sometimes I do things that just worry the boys sick. It all started a few weeks ago when I was spending some time downtown. I had told the boys I would be gone for awhile but didn't tell them how long. I ended up having too much fun illegally going into the Indianapolis Dream Home in the middle of the night (they should really get a security system in that thing) and didn't get home until very late. I was slightly insulted around 10pm that night when I hadn't received a text from either one of them wondering where I was at or when I was coming home. The next day I was talking to them about the night before and they started the conversation with, "Where WERE you we were worried sick about you!" It turns out that they contemplated texting me to find out what I was up to, but decided against it because they thought if I wanted them to know where I was at, I would tell them. I bet there are quite a few teenagers out there right now wishing their parents thought the same way!

Second example: Last week after a hot tub date that I desperately needed (my back had been killing me for days) I got home by 11 which was exactly when I said I would be home. I walked in the door to hear Tim say, "Where WERE you we were worried sick about you!"

Example Today: You see, a couple of weeks ago I got home from work and this thought crossed my mind about how absolutely wonderful it would be if I walked through the door some night to find dinner cooking. This is no joke...the next day I walked in and Tim was making a crock-pot full of Chicago style roast beef. And the next night, he brought home two pizzas. It was unbelievably amazing. How does that tie into tonight?? Tonight I got home to find Nathan making penne with ground turkey, green peppers, onions, and habanero (for added kick). I wanted to go running while it was still light out so Nathan told me I had 20 minutes before dinner was ready. I told him I'd be back in 20 and took off. About 40 minutes later I was walking up to our apt from the neighborhood beside us and I could see Nathan down the street with his arms in the air indicating "where have you been?!!?" When I returned to the apartment I said, "What, were you worried sick about me?" And he said, "No. We're WAITING on you to eat." My bad. I guess they don't worry as much as I thought :)

Hello Country Bumpkin, How's the Frost out on that Pumpkin?

Tonight was pumpkin carving night. My sister decided to spend one more night in Indy and we had to put our time to good use. I've also been begging my roommates to carve pumpkins with me so this was obviously the best way to spend our evening. Kristen and I took a quick trip to get the pumpkins and got three...one for me, one for her, and one for the boys to share (we figured that's all they could handle). After spending wayyy too much time deciding which gourds would be the best choice (add in plenty of "my gourd is bigger than your gourd" jokes), we finally got home and got started. We had no idea what was ahead of us for the night. A majority of this blog post will be a photo story...as pictures can tell a thousand words.

Getting started...


Nathan helped Kristen finish cutting the bottom out while Sonia watched the process...



Everyone was workin up a sweat, and Joe was no exception with pumpkin on his face!



Sonia's new blackberry was in danger with all the knives and pumpkin goop.



Tim was trying to get some homework done while all of this was going on, it wasn't easy...



Especially when Kristen was throwing the pumpkin goop at him...




Kristen was also telling a lot of stories, such as how when I was little I didn't want to put my hands inside the pumpkin and she always had to coax me to clean it out.



Tim finally came out of hiding just to eat some pumpkin seeds...uncooked. It's been said before and I'll say it again. Tim will eat ANYTHING.


Nothing shows sisterly love like gettin your hands dirty.



Nathan was acting as DJ. The choice of music? Loretta Lynn's and Conway Twitty's "Country Bumpkin". Full lyrics can be viewed at: http://www.lyricstime.com/loretta-lynn-and-conway-twitty-country-bumpkin-lyrics.html
Nathan's version can be listened to on the video below:



About now is the time when things get REALLY interesting. Tim became a pumpkin head! Notice his wicked dance moves. He went to visit the neighbor. Our poor neighbors are always getting strange visits from my roommates. (See post "Stomach turnin/Butt burnin" for more neighbor fun!)



Finally we were done with our pumpkins!! After asking the neighbors if they would be offended by the pumpkin that Tim and Nathan created (they thankfully said no) we set them all outside to be adored by all. We're guessing our apartment complex will be destroying our pumpkins soon. We'll blame it on the neighbors, it's fine.

The title of the final product is, "IU HOMECOMING 2009. FML"




And finally we ended the night by making Joe be our photographer for family photos

Hart

Hart came to visit last night. This friend of Tim and Nathan's is one of my worst nightmares...but I also find him extremely entertaining. Literally, the last time he was here, I went to bed early while the guys went out and I was scared for my life that I was going to have to fight him to not get into my bed when they got home. Thankfully I think that night he passed out before he remembered I live here. And, before this summer, he was probably the person most excited about me moving in here. He swore he'd get to sleep in my bed every time he visited. I told him "in your wildest dreams."

So it's Sunday night and I get home from work completely EXHAUSTED. I had to take a short nap before grocery shopping and doing all of the necessary other things to do on a Sunday night. While I was asleep I remember hearing Hart's voice out in the living room and thinking, "Oh God, Nick is here." I went back to sleep just to wake up shortly after that because I sensed someone standing right over me. I opened my eyes and it scared the crap out of me to see Hart hovering over me with a bottle of Seagrams. Tim was at one end of the bed with a video camera going and Nathan was creepily standing at the other end of the bed. Hart said, "Julie, wake up and drink!" And I responded with a stern, "NO, GO AWAY"

They didn't listen.

After persuading me to sit up and take a sip of the Seagrams, Hart then asked if he could get in bed with me. I yelled at him again and all three boys finally went away. Then I realized I really did need to get out of bed and go grocery shopping or I wouldn't be eating lunch all week!

When I got home Nathan had gone back to his studying, Tim was with his girlfriend, and Hart was hanging out watching football on TV. It was exactly 9pm on Sunday night which meant it was time for Desperate Housewives, a show I've watched religiously since it began years ago. So, I used the sweetest voice possible and said, "Hey Niiiiccckkk, do you want to watch Desperate Housewives with me??" Of course he immediately said yes and Nathan came running to the living room to offer to bring us a blanket. My sweet voice was just a convincing way to get him to turn the television from football to ABC...and it worked. But a blanket wasn't necessary, we sat on opposite ends of opposite couches. Thankfully, Hart watched two hours of Desperate and Brothers and Sisters with me, the two shows I live for. However, being the mean person that I am sometimes, I had to shush him a few times when he tried to talk to me while the shows were on and also had raincheck multiple offers being the lucky person to give him a foot massage. I told him when he tries to cash in those rainchecks, he'll probably just get another raincheck. Sometimes I get a little harsh with him, but with good reason because of our history which is too long of a story for right now.

For a fellow blogger out there who is just DYING to know...I did end up buying the dress for the wedding. And even though my two roommates told me I looked like I was wearing a curtain, I wore it anyway and loved it! The guy I went as a date with didn't complain, so I guess all is fine :)