"It's the police. Open up."

It's 11:30 p.m.-ish on a Sunday night. I'm sitting on the couch watching scary t.v. shows while the parentals are sleeping. It should be just a normal Sunday night...and then....

A car flew down our street, pulled right up in front of our house, and promptly came to the door where the stranger proceeded to angrily and loudly knock. I freak out.

In my freak out, I jump off the couch and run straight upstairs yelling "someones at the door...ummmm someones at the door....ma....dad...someones at the door."

While I'm doing this, mother is apparantly also freaking out and jumping out of bed and running to the top of the staircase where I meet her as she screams "DO NOT ANSWER THE DOOR. ERIC. ERIC. GET UP! GET UP! SOMEONES AT THE DOOR."

Father stumbles, confused out of bed and puts jeans on to go downstairs and see hwo's at the door.

As we walk downstairs...all three of us...mother right behind father and me holding mothers shoulder asking if I should get the phone to call 911...then stating that I need to get the phone in case I must call 911.

As I'm stating that I need to call 911, there's another angry, angry knock at the door. And then as we're at the last of the stairs where we can see the top of the strangers head through the window at the top of the door....father yells in a deep, slightly intimidating voice "who is it."

Now we've come to a stop at the stairs while I'm trying to manuever my way to get a phone to call 911...then the stranger at the door yells back "it's the Police, open your door."

WTF!

So we open the door and the officer has a large flashlight shining in our faces as he asks us "Where's Nicole."

Nicole is the 16 year old who lives up the street. Not here. Which we then inform him.

However, he doesn't believe us really and asks "Is this 33 Red Street?"

We confirm he's at that address but proceed to tell him Nicole still doesn't live here and lives up the street.

The cop them leaves and heads up the street...mother and I are still trying to get our heart rates under control and father goes back to bed.

5 minutes later, a fire engine with their lights on pulls up the street. Following 5 more minutes later by another cop car.

Sunday nights are fun....

Roof Collapse

It's been snowing a lot recently and there's been a lot of articles and news stories in regard to roofs collapsing. Naturally, I fear for my life.

When I fear for my life, I generally try to contact the parentals.

Today, after reading the articles and watching the news stories I had to contact the parentals about my safety. So, I emailed mother and father. The exchange goes as follows:

Me: Should we be clearing off our roof?

Father: If it wasn't so high, yes, but I think it is too high so I would rather risk water damage than injury. I don't think weight (i.e. collapsing) would be a real problem because it does have an angle on it that spreads the load.

...I think flip back to the photos in the articles and not that they too have an angled rood. I think go outside and check out our roof....when I come back in, the email exchange continues:

Me: So, I dnn't have to worry about our roof collapsing? cuz I was just loooking at the sides of the roof and there's a good inch of ice already formed on the edges. Damn articles have frightened me.

Father: If those damn articles on the roof damn bother you, you could put the motorcycle helmet on and sit in a doorway for additional safety. Make sure you have your cell phone and a flashlight.

Me: Well. If you need me, that's where I'll be.

Playing God

One night a friend and I tried playing "God." Meaning...we dressed in black spandex, large sweatshirts, winter hats, ski goggles, scarves, and of course trash bags.

Next we drove around town visiting our friends at their houses. At each house we'd take something that belonged to our friend or their family such as a family photo, a trincet on their coffee table, or a shoe. Then we'd continue on to another friend's house, leave what we'd accrued from our previous friend's house and take something else. Clearly...playing God.

However, we ran into a slight problem. At what turned out to be our last friends house, it appeared the family and our friends were already in bed. We considered breaking in but after our previous joking about instances of how it'd be odd if we got pulled over and what to tell the cops about why we were wearing these outfits and why we had a backseat of random object....breaking in and cop interaction was out of the question. So the next best alternative was mailbox! So we left a family portrait from our previous friend's house in their mailbox.

We were God. The next day and perhaps over the next week, our friends had a mass exchange of their misplaced belongings.

A Green Thumb

In charge...

So, bossman is out this week and one of my tasks is to water the plants (among many others...no I'm not the office b*tch).

Well...after watering all the plants, I stood in front of one of the larger plants and realized...this just might not be real. Did I water a fake plant?!?

Eh...well I ran back into my office because the water started to leak out the bottom and all over the carpet...so I still am not positive if the plant was fake or real.

Thank goodness for the positive feedback to 'I might have watered a fake plant...'
"I hope you didn't kill the fake plants."~Mother
"I've heard you actually have to pretend to water fake plants or else they die." ~Dave

My Long Lost Brother?

I stopped at a gas station on my drive up to Maine recently because I had forgotted to pick up a case of Corona. Well...next time I might just accept the fact that I'm a 20 year old with the memory of a 70 year old...

The guy working the gas station, after checking my ID informed me "I'm your brother!"

After glancing around, giggling awkwardly, and staring at the guy...he proceeded to tell me we had the same last name and that we must have the same parents.

I informed him I was adopted and don't know my parents....then walked out.

Awkward-Pants

I went to a sneak preview of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 with my friend the other night. Her coworker, Meredith (who I'd met before) and Julie, Meredith's sister, joined us. As we gathered in the theater, my friend introduced me to Julie. As I went to say hi and introduce myself...I said "Hi Julie...I'm Meredith...ooo...no, no that's not my name." Ehhh...first impression...first lie...not even intential...pure lie...awkward.

Then after the movie, I ran into a girl I hadn't seen in over two years. We embraced and said hello. Then I asked her if she was married...awkward again.

After saying goodbye to her and walking off with my friends, I noticed I had spilt water on my left boob and announced..."oops, water on my boob...I hope she didn't think I was prego and lactating..."...good thing I don't have an indoor voice and everyone around us heard that comment...ehh, more awkwardness.

Reviews...
Movie = Really cute & Good.
Me = Awkward.

5 Second Rule!

A group of my friends recently made a late night stop for pizza. As they were walking out of the pizza joint, a group of girls across the street dropped their entire box of pizza on the ground. ..the pizza fell out of the box and on to the sidewalk. As this happened, one of my friends sprinted across the street yelling "5 second rule! 5 second rule!"...picked up a slice of pizza...took a bite...and sprinted back to the rest of my friends who all sprinted off...