Tim, with money given to him for his birthday, bought a wii this week. And with this new and fancy game system, all we have played are video games released in the 1980s.
I'm dominating Legends of Zelda, 1986 style.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
For my fiction workshop this week, the beginning of my story is loosely based on a real life event in which my friend Kari and I discovered a bat in my guest bedroom sometime during elementary school. I went into the guest bedroom about once every three months (mainly to play Seaquest, which was a very short phase), so perhaps it was just fate that we decided to go in there that day.
The thing is, when I saw the bat on the curtain, the first thing I told Kari was, "Don't turn around. There's a bat on the curtain."
I'm not sure why I did not want Kari to see the bat. Of course, she turned around, saw it, and we both ran out of the room in a panic. The bat then made its way through the crack in the door, and the towel covering the crack, and down the stairs, at which point Kari, me, and my mother became prisoners outside of the house.
When my dad came home, he found the bat on Kari's shoe. So much for protecting her from the bat I didn't even want her to see.
The thing is, when I saw the bat on the curtain, the first thing I told Kari was, "Don't turn around. There's a bat on the curtain."
I'm not sure why I did not want Kari to see the bat. Of course, she turned around, saw it, and we both ran out of the room in a panic. The bat then made its way through the crack in the door, and the towel covering the crack, and down the stairs, at which point Kari, me, and my mother became prisoners outside of the house.
When my dad came home, he found the bat on Kari's shoe. So much for protecting her from the bat I didn't even want her to see.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Tim and I dyed Easter Eggs last Sunday, but then I read that you should eat boiled eggs within 5 days, which would still be 3 days away from Easter. I guess the Easter Bunny won't be hiding those.
(ps - I just ran spellchecker on this post, and it highlighted every word but "be" and"so." I'm really hoping that is a malfunction.)
(ps - I just ran spellchecker on this post, and it highlighted every word but "be" and"so." I'm really hoping that is a malfunction.)
This past weekend, Tim and I attended the Azalea festival. This is such a big deal that the signs that announce you are in Wilmington also say: Home of the Azalea Festival. And it is quite an interesting time.
For example, one event we attended was the 3 hour parade. The highlight of this parade were elephants. 3 of them. The most represented in the parade were JROTCs, all the way from Durham, to Myrtle Beach, to Whiteville...over an hour vicinity of Wilmington. (btw: the biggest troop was Brunswick, whose JROTC was bigger than their band.) We also heard several sirens from various vehicles (including ambulances...I don't remember ever seeing them in a parade), but ultimately, sirens aren't anything to get excited about because we hear them about once and hour in our apartment. What was definitely not the highlight were the so called "local celebrities." I am, at times, embarressed by the useless celebrity information I know, but I had never heard of these people. I mean, doesn't Chad Michael Murry live in Wilmington? And Jason Cook had been there the day before.
Additionally, there was a shag dance competition. Your eyes probably did a double take right then. Shag dancing originated in North Carolina, and is quite popular. It is pretty much swing with a "triple lindie," as we called it at the UofA. Tim said it rememinded up of the SNL skit with the Cooger Girls. That might be an accurate description.
We also viewed the "multicultural dance" stage, and watched some amazing dances. The festival also had tours of historic homes and pretty gardens, one of which I passed that had a girl in what had to be a pink Easter dress playing a flute with flowers in her hair. I wonder what she was thinking.
But all in all, I give the Azalea Festival a big thumbs up. But, I probably won't do the parade again. 3 hours is a very big committment for a parade.
For example, one event we attended was the 3 hour parade. The highlight of this parade were elephants. 3 of them. The most represented in the parade were JROTCs, all the way from Durham, to Myrtle Beach, to Whiteville...over an hour vicinity of Wilmington. (btw: the biggest troop was Brunswick, whose JROTC was bigger than their band.) We also heard several sirens from various vehicles (including ambulances...I don't remember ever seeing them in a parade), but ultimately, sirens aren't anything to get excited about because we hear them about once and hour in our apartment. What was definitely not the highlight were the so called "local celebrities." I am, at times, embarressed by the useless celebrity information I know, but I had never heard of these people. I mean, doesn't Chad Michael Murry live in Wilmington? And Jason Cook had been there the day before.
Additionally, there was a shag dance competition. Your eyes probably did a double take right then. Shag dancing originated in North Carolina, and is quite popular. It is pretty much swing with a "triple lindie," as we called it at the UofA. Tim said it rememinded up of the SNL skit with the Cooger Girls. That might be an accurate description.
We also viewed the "multicultural dance" stage, and watched some amazing dances. The festival also had tours of historic homes and pretty gardens, one of which I passed that had a girl in what had to be a pink Easter dress playing a flute with flowers in her hair. I wonder what she was thinking.
But all in all, I give the Azalea Festival a big thumbs up. But, I probably won't do the parade again. 3 hours is a very big committment for a parade.
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