Word of the Day: Deer

Today, my dad looked out of our front door as he was putting the cat out. He said, "Hey, Christine! Look! There's a deer. Oh, hey!!! *angrily* It's eating my bushes! That's it, I'm hitting it with a snowball." He then took some snow in his hand, formed it into a hard ball, and chucked it at the deer. He hit it right in the middle of the back - a perfect shot. The deer took off running, and I just pictured it running through the forest shouting to all of the other deer, "I'M HIT! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! I'M DOWN!" lol... Animals are funny.

OH MY GOSH! HEART ATTACK! Literally as I type these words, I looked up to contemplate my next sentence and there is a deer STARING AT ME outside the window from my dining room table where I am sitting. Seriously. I could go pet it right now - that's how close it is.

Okay...there are more coming up behind that one...I am starting to freak out...they have come for revenge on my dad. I'M SORRY, DEER! I DID NOT ENCOURAGE HIM TO THROW A SNOWBALL AT YOU! There are six of them now - all within ten yards of my house. That's it, I'm going to go jump on one and ride it through the forest.

Okay, maybe not. They look kind of angry.

No WAY! Two of them are fighting over a bush that must be exceptionally tasty. I cannot believe I am watching this. It's like Discovery Channel LIVE! Now I'm just waiting for the lion or tiger to jump out and eat the smallest, weakest one.

HA! I just won a staring contest with one of them. Now they know I am dominant and that I can take them. They can't just come smashing through that window and trample me in order to teach my dad a lesson in harassing forest creatures.

Deer, I will talk to my dad about throwing snowballs. I promise. Now stop looking like you want to eat me.

Word of the Day: Congo

I just got back from hanging out at the Webb house. Prior to chillin with my future in-laws, I was at Panera with my future cousin-in-law Danielle for three hours. Three hours at PANERA. Wow. Anyway, she and her husband have one daughter (who is the flower girl in my wedding), and they have been trying to have another baby for a year now but with no luck. Therefore they are trying to adopt a baby from the Congo. Yes, a black baby. Yes, their very conservative, at times quasi-racist grandparents are probably going to take issue with that, but oh well. Congo babies need homes too! That became the joke for the rest of the night. When Rex, his brothers and I went to Sonic to get slushies for the family, we asked his dad what he wanted. Cherry? Grape? Congo Baby?

I, for one, hope they do it. Adoption is a great idea! As one who does not wish to ever have children, I don't think it is a good idea for ME, but I would fully go visit and occasionally babysit Danielle's Congo baby in the event that she gets one.

Word of the Day: Chi-poo

What is a "Chi-poo," you may ask? Good question. I asked it too. Turns out it is a mix between a chihuahua and a poodle. Yep. Picture that.

Rex and I went over to his friend Colin's house last night to hang out with Colin and his wife Laura. They have this dog, a Chi-poo named Holly, that is the tiniest dog that I have EVER seen. It could honestly take a nap in my shoe. Furthermore, the dog is already full grown! I did not know that dogs were MADE that small! I figure we never need to get one of those since I already have a rat, and the two are very similar in size and friendliness.

Holly had a "bone" to chew that I called her "stick" because it was about 1/4 inch in diameter and looked like a twig snapped off of a tree. Even "stick" was generous...it was more like a twig. This dog would have been perfect for my American Girl dolls about fifteen years ago. Seriously - perfect size. They should sell Chi-poos outside of the American Girl Doll store in Chicago. Brilliant! This is my new money making scheme. I shall spend the rest of Spring Break 2010 devising a plot on how to make this work. Hmmmm....

Wait, if I were to do that, I would actually have to own Chi-poos to sell. No thanks. I guess I'll just finish college and get a normal job. How boring.

Word of the Day: PHONE!

I FINALLY got my new phone in the mail today!! It has been surprisingly difficult to be without a functional phone for the past two weeks. It makes me think about how dependent we are on technology...this probably isn't good. Was the world better 150 years ago, when we didn't have any of this craziness? Or is it better now? I guess I'll never know since I can't live in both places.

I spend a lot of time keeping up with old friends, mainly because I can. Facebook and e-mail allow me to keep up with pretty much everyone. Long ago, people only had their tight-knit group of best friends and that was all. Do you suppose they wished they had more friends, or do you think they were relieved to not have to spend the time keeping up with hundreds of people? I don't know...

I wonder where technology is headed. Flying cars? Time machines? I keep thinking we can't possibly get more advanced...yet we always do. It's going to be weird to see what comes next.

For now, though, I'm happy with my phone. :-)

Word of the Day: Incident

95% of the time I LOVE being an RA. I have great friends, a great floor, I get to plan cool events, and I'm always in "the know" about what's going on on campus.

Today, however, was in the other 5%.

My day started at 4:30 AM, when someone was pounding frantically at my door. I answered to find a very shaken resident telling me that she found someone in the bathroom passed out and having a seizure. I quickly grabbed my phone to call 911 and went to be with my fallen resident. By the time I got to the bathroom she had regained consciousness, and as soon as I saw she was breathing and conscious I became instantly calm. It's weird how, after dealing with so many incidents, the fact that someone is breathing is enough to be like, "Oh, no big deal."

She was, in fact, okay. I rubbed her back while she continued puking and we waited for the ambulance. She went to the hospital, but I was up until about 6:30 dealing with the incident, writing it up, assuring her roommate that everything was going to be okay, and then trying to fall back asleep myself. It is disconcerting to watch the sun begin to rise outside my window, knowing that I have to be up in two hours to greet it for an early class. Blast.

Being an RA is so fun, but it is scary and taxing to deal with emergencies. I'm not sure if it's good or bad that my fingers don't even shake a little bit anymore when I call 911. It's just like an extended speed dial. "Oh, hey, operator? I haven't yet talked with you yet this week. How are the children?" He he he it's not that bad, but I just feel like incidents don't phase me as much anymore. They leave me exhausted, but not shaken up. Does that make sense? They do, however, produce a very tired, cranky RA for the day after the night that she got four hours of sleep. Nobody better bust out the weed tonight; I would not be friendly.

Word of the Day: Experiment

Okay. I have a hypothesis. What made my "Inside These Crookston Walls" blog successful is that I had a format to write in every day, so I was more motivated to actually blog. Therefore I am trying out a format on this blog as well. It is going to be called "Word of the Day." I will pick a word that sums up my day, and then explain why. Easy as pie, right? I should have no problem updating my blog every day now, right?

Well, we shall see. That's why the word of the day today is "experiment." We shall see how this works.

I mean, I do want to remember college. For instance, I could tell you that this weekend was really fun. Rex and I reserved tuxes and bought his wedding ring (!) on Saturday, and then I had a wedding planning party with Charissa. YAY! Then Rex and I went to the movies and saw a movie about a couple who hates each other going into the witness protection program together. It was funny. And SEE? Now I won't forget that I did that because it is in this blog! On Friday night we tried Mike's Hard Lemonade for the first time, and it was DELICIOUS! Oh, and we went to Lou and Harry's Grrrrrrrrrrrrill!! Actually, we didn't, we just walked by it and thought it was a cool name. Well, more I thought it was a cool name. But don't you understand? Now I will REMEMBER that I think that is a cool name! This blogging thing is so cool...it's like writing my own memories. For instance, today I did math homework, but I don't want to remember that so I just won't write about it. Except that I just did. Blast.

I will have to work on this.

It shall be a fun experiment.

I'm Bad at Blogging

It's true. I am bad at it. This is sad.

Today I went back and read pieces of my "Inside These Crookston Walls" blog from this summer. I was laughing so hard - I had forgotten most of the stuff that happened until I went back and read about it. I was so diligent about keeping that updated, mostly because I knew that in a few short weeks the whole experience would be over and I wanted to always remember it.

Somehow I am not looking at college the same way. In only 72 days I will be graduating from college - that's just over ten weeks! Yet somehow I have not been blogging. I am going to forget everything that I did here!!! AHHHHHH!!! I don't want to forget - college is a BLAST. I need to be better at blogging, though. Hmmmm....how to remember to update this....not sure.

Plus, I feel like "Sober Spartan" is so broad. What do I write about? It's like...freestyling. With "Inside These Crookston Walls," I had a format that I held to. I would nominate "Crookston Moments of the Day," choose my favorite one, and declare a winner. It was easy to keep up with and I never sat staring at a blank box thinking, "Hmmm...what should I write about today?" I was pretty much just doing a summer-long case study on craziness. I need to figure out a way to make blogging about MY life more successful. I just have so much more fun reporting on others. Plus, I'm getting married soon (86 days!), and I don't want to forget my first year of marriage. I'm totally going to need to blog about that. I mean, it'll be like "The Newlyweds" on MTV, only I'm not as dumb as Jessica Simpson and Rex is not a rockstar and we don't have millions of dollars and we're not getting divorced...so okay maybe it will be nothing like "The Newlyweds." It would be cool, though! I totally wish that I could read a blog of my parents' first year of marriage - wouldn't that be cool??? But, in order to prepare myself for that, I need to get better at blogging!!!!

Suggestions, anyone?