January 5, 2009

Best Friends and Beef Jerky

As I've said in the past, when Art's parents come up, it's like a feast! They must think we're starving, because they always bring so much food. This time I guess there was a sale on beef jerky, because they brought up four large bags - two for each household. We got teriyaki and original. So we'll be working on that for a few months.

And speaking of things totally unrelated, my best friend from Edmonton just started a blog! I'm very happy about that, because she's been reading mine, so she knows all about my life. When we talk on the phone, she already knows what I'm going to say! Okay, not quite, but what I'm saying is, it'll be nice to follow along with her life now too.

She's attempting some pretty tough resolutions, so you should go on over there and show her some support.

:D

January 4, 2009

My Tongue Hurts

We're at Mari and Joe's right now. I haven't been here for a while, actually. We used to come here all the time. What happened? *shaking my head*

Art's parents were up for a few hours, so we stopped by to eat all the food they brought up (like they usually do). Art and Joe and Wayne and Phil went to REI to pick up some stuff, so we girls had a chance to watch Monster-In-Law. Very cheesy movie, but kind of funny. Oh, and REI is an outdoor sports goods store. Like, kayaks and sleeping bags and tents and bikes and gear and stuff. Phil is going to the Ukraine and to Lithuania next week. No big deal. Did I mention that he just got back from Thailand?

Anyway, once the boys got back and the movie ended, Mari and I went to her room, turned on the webcam on her laptop, and had a Warhead candy taste test. Just in case the name doesn't give it away, they are FREAKING SOUR CANDIES!!!!!!

There are five flavors: Apple, Lemon, Blue Raspberry, Black Cherry, and Watermelon. We wanted to determine which one was the sourest. And also record our hilarious facial expressions. You should have seen me freaking out. I can't wait until that video goes up on Facebook. If I can convince Mari to also put it up on YouTube, then I can link to it and show you guys. It's crazy. I particularly freaked out with the Lemon one. I thought that one was the most sour.

Yeah. That was my evening. My tongue really hurts now. I don't recommend trying this at home, unless you're tough like Art, and sour candies don't shred your mouth. Just some friendly advice.

January 2, 2009

So. New Years.

Was slightly less exciting than I thought it was going to be. I went grocery shopping at 5:00, got back at 6:00, and then hurried to get myself and the house clean before our guests arrived at 8:00.

Which none of them did.

Wayne's brother Phil got back from Thailand on the 31st, so Art and Wayne went to pick him up. They were the first ones to arrive, at 8:30. Joe* had to work in the morning, so he didn't come to our party, which I think was silly, but whatever. Mari* never showed up either, for mysterious reasons that shall never be known. And Sozan had to work until 10:00, so she showed up a little later.

So it was just me and the guys, for two hours. Watching them each on their own computers, being all nerdy and anti-social. And I did a puzzle. Which I guess makes me nerdy and anti-social too.

When Sozan finally showed up, it took another half hour to coax people into playing a little Apples to Apples. I had kind of hoped for a fun game night, but settled for a fun game hour.

We counted down with the TV and watched fireworks explode off the Space Needle. And had pink champagne mimosas. And I got my very first New Year's kiss, which might not seem like a big deal to most people, but while we were dating, not being with Art for New Year's royally sucked. I had been looking forward to that moment for a very long time.

So despite the fact that our party was less than spectacular, I'm still glad I got to spend it with Art and our friends.

*They made up for it by joining us this evening for a rousing game of Would You Rather. Fun, thought-provoking, and potentially controversial board game, if ever there was one.