Friday, May 30, 2014

Fixed

In a span of 7 days, our

1. water heater went out

2. tire went flat at church

3. bank cards were used in California to clothe and feed some dishonest people

(This is not an a,b, or c concept.  They all happened.)

Luckily,

We only had 3 days of cold showers/water heated on the stove,

We had a full size spare tire with air in it, and a fixable flat, and

We have new cards on the way and charges reversed.

Yay!

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Joisey Showa

A sister in my ward gathered everyone who was willing and able to go to Cape May, New Jersey yesterday.

We took the drive south down to Annapolis, then across the Bay Bridge, then over through Delaware.  We boarded the ferry at Lewes, Delaware.


Excited to get out!



One of my co-partners in crime in young women.




Once we got off the ferry in Cape May, New Jersey, we called a cab to take us the three miles to the other side of the island, where all the fun was.  There was a walking street full of shops and sidewalk sales.


I liked this little shop, "Swede Things in America", though I don't really think much of what was in there was actually Swedish.



This island has been a vacation destination for centuries, one of the oldest seaside resorts in the country.  In the late 1800s a fire burned virtually everything down, so when it was rebuilt everything was done in the Victorian style, and still stands today.  Lots of huge pretty houses turned into hotels and bed and breakfasts.  Everything's within a couple blocks of the beach.








All 8 of the ladies who went.





While we were waiting for the ferry to take us back to Delaware.






We got a beautiful sunset on the way back.  One thing I wasn't expecting is that there were dolphin pods every once in a while along the route.


Here's my really bad proof of a couple dolphins along the way!


Myself and my friend Martha.


The ferry was pretty cold, but we still enjoyed it.


Friday, May 16, 2014

Forest Creatures

Yesterday, Caleb told me:

"I went running this morning, and for about 50 feet, a big rat ran right along with me."

Exciting!

Saturday, May 10, 2014

That One Time I Tried to Be Helpful

Tonight Caleb and I went to see The Amazing Spiderman 2.  It was good.  You know.  There are a lot of super hero movies going around and this was just another one.  Good.

On our way out, we were stopped by someone from a marketing or survey company asking us if we'd be willing to watch a movie trailer and take a quick survey.  I usually say no, but was feeling helpful and aware of how the accuracy of surveys depend upon people being willing to take them, so I said yes.

I gave the lady my basic information, blah blah blah, and then was asked to put on headphones and watch the trailer.  Two seconds later the headphones were off and I said, "I can't watch that.  I'm not going to watch that."

The lady looked irritated and confused and said, "Ummm....why....?"

"I won't watch something that is pornographic."

Let's just say it was a very awkward survey from there on out.  I didn't watch the rest of the trailer (and it was NOT a trailer that would have played under the "approved for all audiences" genre), but decided to answer her questions anyway (she preferred using the term "nudity" over "pornographic").   It was really fun as well to be treated like I was absolutely ridiculous by the surveyor.  But I figured, if I walk away right now they will never get negative responses. Then you get super skewed polls that are released and everyone thinks this is a great movie they should see.

Ok.  Most people can use their brain and determine whether or not they're going to watch a film that is obviously going to be sexually explicit.  But do you see my point about surveys?  Don't trust them, people.  That's probably the top piece of information I got from my statistics experience.

Caleb also got a movie trailer.  My survey was (obviously) very short, and I had to wait another 15 (fifteen!) minutes while Caleb finished his.  He got "Transformers 4".  Ugh.  I am just the lucky one aren't I.  Not that I'm going to go see that movie.  They should have stopped after 1.  Or zero.

I'm never going to be helpful again.

I also wrote the movie theater a kind (really! it was!) note about the survey people.  Since I couldn't figure out what company they were from.  No one should see something like what I saw without a prior warning and consent.  It kind of ruined the Spiderman movie for me.  Also the survey was executed poorly on other points for obtaining unbiased results.  But no one probably cares about that from my mouth.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Story Time and Therapy

One night long ago (last week), I woke up in the middle of the night to shouting outside.

After checking the time on my phone (it was just after 2 AM), I walked to the window with my phone on the call button to check out the situation.  I could hear a male and a female voice shouting outside about who did or didn't love who.  I was ready to call 9-1-1 if they didn't quiet down or if I saw any punches or other violence.

Caleb is probably tired of me being so ready to call the police all the time.  At the first sign of anything (drunk driving, domestic violence, car parked in a fire hydrant lane, etc) I pull my phone out, waiting to see if I should make the call or not.  Thus far I have not had to make the call.  Ok, I don't really call on cars parked in the wrong lane.

Back to the story.

By the time I got to the window, they had quieted down and were moving away; I couldn't see the couple anywhere.  By this time I really had to use the bathroom, so I walked across the apartment to the bathroom.  As I reached for the toilet paper, imagine my horror when I saw this



wriggling all over the wall next to where my hand was about to be: the roll of toilet paper.

It took all I had not to scream and cry at the same time.  I stayed strong and quickly took care of business and ran back to bed trying not to freak out that I had not killed this centipede and it would live yet another day.

A week later and I still look for it every time I go to the bathroom.  It's probably waiting for me under my covers when I go to bed.  Under my toothbrush when I go to brush my teeth.  In the sink under the dirty dishes.  In my tennis shoe.

I'll never be free 'til it's dead.