People count the faults of those who keep them waiting.

It’s Monday. I had drill this weekend. I managed to update my image header and upload some pictures from Matthew’s t-ball game, but by then I was asleep. So I’m writing on Monday. Sorry. And as for LAST weekend, well. I hate Comcast. I called on Sunday, March 22nd and they said that they would be here on Friday, March 27th, between 8 and 10am to set up the cable and internet and install a new outlet in the bedroom. Well, they called my husband at 10:05 to tell him they’d be late. He was already on his way to work. So they told him they’d reschedule for Saturday, form 2-4pm. But, if you remember, to install the new outlet they have to go through the attic (or so we thought) and they can only do that in the morning. So I called on my lunch break on Friday and was ready to tell Comcast what was up. Of course I got a really nice older man on the phone and I couldn’t bring myself to be a bitch. So we rescheduled for Monday, March 10th, 8-10 am. Around 8 am on Monday I received a call from an unknown number. It was the Comcast worker. My husband wasn’t answering the door. I tried to call him and his phone was off. So I begged Melinda to let me run home (I live 5 minutes away, literally.) to let the Comcast worker in, and to scold my husband. I show up and opened the door and to my surprise my husband was standing there, fully awake and dressed. He did the dishes for me because he felt bad that I had to leave work. But now we have cable and internet. If I could only find the remote to the tv in our bedroom… 

 

I hate moving. Moving sucks. I don’t want to do it for a very long time. Painting sucks, too. I’ve only finished the kitchen. I’ll get around to the rest this week and post pictures next Sunday. 

I know there are a million things I want to write about, but of course, I can’t remember. Maybe I’ll do some short updates this week. 

So I’m going to tell you a short story. It’s one of my favorites, but it is so hard to tell in person because I start laughing hysterically. Let’s see if I can convey the humor online.

Some of my favorite memories from high school generally start with us ditching school. For most of my junior year I spent 3rd period somewhere else. For quite a while we would frequent model homes. You know, when they start building a new neighborhood and they set up the model homes with furniture and fake fruit glued to a wooden bowl? We’d come up with some half assed story about our parents moving and wanting us to look at this development. The first few times I believe it was just me, Colin and Adrianna. I think we got the idea from Amy and her mom. But after we realized how much fun we could have we started convincing people to cut class and come play in the model homes with us. The best thing to do was play hide and seek. As long as we didn’t damage anything and acted normal when actual potential residents were looking in the house we went fairly undetected. 

So one day, we’ll say it was a Tuesday, there were a ton of us. Colin, Adrianna, Lindsey, Amada, me, maybe some other people, too, and we were having an awesome game of hide and seek in this huge house. I had found the BEST hiding place. In a small room that was set up as a kids play room with some puzzles and a miniature table there was an entertainment center. In the entertainment center was a fake plastic TV. The television took up the entire space but only went in about a foot. So I pulled the TV out of the entertainment center and got in the space and pulled the tv in front of me. The entire time patting myself on the back because Amada would NEVER find me! After being crouched down for about 15 minutes I started to get impatient. While I was proud of my kick ass hiding spot I was starting to think I should have picked something a little more conspicuous. I had heard Amada come in the room and look around but she never found me. So when I heard her come back into the room about 5 minutes later I popped my head up just a little bit in hope that she would finally find me and I could stretch my legs! But it wasn’t Amada who come into the room. It was a potential resident. And they saw me. In fact, we locked eyes. I ducked down as fast as I could and held my breath until I heard the front door close. After that I didn’t wait for anyone to find me, I busted out of my hiding spot and told everyone what happened. 

Now this is one of my favorite stories to tell and it makes me laugh uncontrollably for one reason.

Can you imagine if you were that person who walked into that room? 

If you walked into a small room set up for children to play in and while scanning the area you saw a set of eyes peering behind a fake TV? What do you do? Tell them you see them? Act like nothing happened? Pull the TV out of the way and point your finger at them? Run away screaming?

I was looking at model homes with Robby’s mom last January and every room I set foot in reminded me of that story.

I hope you laughed, because even while I was type I was giggling. 

 

Here are some pictures of the kids from last Saturday. There aren’t any pictures of Josh, he was kind of off doing his own thing. Hopefully we can make it to one of his flag football games soon!

Isabel just being sweet.

Matthew, our future major leaguer. 

Isabel and Olivia making silly faces. We locked them out on the porch. Haha, just kidding! Kind of.

 

I’ve finally gotten into Paint it Black, now that it’s like 2 weeks overdue. I never got to finish Almost Moon. I got three paperbacks from Robby’s mom yesterday. I just can’t say no to books. 

I have a quick recipe review. This is a roasted potato recipe I stole from Stacy, our resident chef. Okay, I don’t have exact amounts or anything, I eye balled it so I’m sure you can, too. You know those mini red potatoes? Like the really small ones, like the size of a ping pong ball? I took like 15 of those and tossed them with enough olive oil to coat, some garlic powder and some italian herbs. Set the oven to 350*, toss em in a 9×9 pan (or if you want to do more, use a 9×13) and let them bake for an hour and 15 minutes. I stir them every 20 minutes or so, probably 3 times while they are cooking. The outside gets nice and crispy and the inside is like butter. Enjoy!

 

Now, laffs.

 

 

post secret.

 

 

nuff said.

April 6, 2009. Tags: army, comcast, model homes, moving, t-ball. Uncategorized. 3 comments.