Day to Day

Josh's painting got here, yay! Which means our anniversary has ended, but it also means the house is put together. So, I've got some pictures ready to load; but in the spirit of sportsmanship, I'm waiting until Josh is ready with his pictures so there will be no thunder-stealing. We'll put them up at the same time. It will be fair. But my album will be so much cooler.
We went to a party at our neighbors' house this weekend. I'm excited to be a neighbor! Two girls just a little bit older than we are live next door, and we met a lot of their friends who apparently have Nazarene ties. There was a lot of SNU reminiscing and a few Nazarene jokes, set to some background music of Feist, Kanye, and James Taylor, while eating delicious homemade sushi. Our neighbors are great!
I will leave you with this fantastic picture that just made my night. My dad turned 50 yesterday, and Josh and I got him a sweet hat. See:

Two Days in a Row!

Our anniversary celebration started June 9 with the James Taylor concert. Even though the day was technically last week, the celebration isn't over until Josh's painting gets here from Oregon. First the guy has to paint it, I can only nag so much from 2000 miles away.
Anyway, we went out to celebrate on Saturday since Josh can stay up past 8 on the weekends. We did the dinner and a movie thing and took the opportunity to go see Dark Knight. It's not very often we pay to see a movie in the theater, so when we do, it's gotta be worth it. The movie - awesome, the theater - biff! There was this big ol' blurry spot along the top of the screen for most of the show. About two-thirds of the way through the movie stopped. The lights came on. Everyone is saying, "Whaaaaaat? Batman was just about to rock the Joker on his motorcycle! That can't be the end." Of course it wasn't, the movie came back on after a couple minutes, and we finished in fine style.
We expected there to be some acknowledgment of the failure, maybe free tickets waiting for us when we exited. Now, this isn't an unfounded expectation since the last time a theater had a technical mishap we didn't have to ask for compensation, they were ready for us with it at the door. This time, we had to hunt down a manager, who hadn't even heard of the problem until we mentioned it. No big deal, we asked what he was going to do about our ruined movie experience, and he gave us free tickets for next time. But what about the whole theater full of people who did not get their free tickets? Little did they know, all you have to do is ask!

Not Accepting Applications

I can't believe I haven't blogged this conversation yet.
Scene: Convenience store counter, a large, grey haired, African-American gentleman enters and asks the man behind the counter
"Is that yo' wife?"
"Uhhh, no."
He turns to me
"You got a husband?"
"Yes."
"How many?"
"How many husbands?"
"Yeah."
"Just the one."
"You want another?"
"No, I think I've got my hands full as it is."
"Oh, but do you want to take my application, just in case."
"I don't think that will be necessary..."
"Yeah, I don't have very good references anyway."