The D.I. Strikes again!!!

Lately we have had a problem with our sweet little puppy getting up in the middle of the night and urinating on the corner of our bed. We went through 4 comforters in 4 days. Well upon carefully deliberation I announced that the dog was finally going to be rid from my bed!!! Soon he would be sleeping in a child’s travel play crib. Tara wasn’t to keen on the idea at first, but when... blah blah blah, sorry I am getting side tracked.
Back to the DI

Trip one:
We needed a child’s play crib. I arrived at the DI and knowing that the furniture section was coming into view I averted my eyes downward until clear of all wood working and upholstery creations (we didn’t need any more sowing tables). Tonight I would win and get what I came for and nothing... ahhhh, crap! "Those have got to be the coolest lights I have ever seen" I said louder than I realized, as everyone starred at the weirdo, starring at the old stage lights. It’s exactly what I had been looking for... ahhhh, crap! $350 for 5 of them. There are two big problems with this: one, I only needed one, and two, why in the hell is something at the DI 350 dollars?

At this point I hung my head low and looked for a crib. I found nothing and sulked out of the store. In Tara's mind I was successful by returning with nothing (remember she wants the dog in our bed, in some ways that makes her the enemy (all with love hun)).

Trip Two:
The next day we went by the DI again knowing that more trips increase our chance of finding a crib, and the closer those trip are together increases my chances of getting the dog out of my bed sooner; I headed straight to the back. With a one crib mind I passed... ooooooohhh, one of the lights is gone and they are selling them separately now... Ahhhh, crap. They still cost $75. One crib mind, and off I went.
Costco Juvenile Crib - Cha-Ching!

Things looked good, but this is when things got hairy.(moment for introspection) You know in life where it seems like you have “enough”, but then you think you don’t have “enough”. When I got home I started to feel guilty for not buying my dream light. Tara in all her infinite wisdom tells me” just go get it, or you will never forgive yourself.” “well, if you insist" I enthusiastically replied.

Trip Three:
I confidently strut to the back of the store to get my shiny new light. I round the corner and... Ahhhh, crap! They are gone! Tara was right, I felt like crap and I planned on never forgiving myself. I thought that I would just ask to see if they had been moved or something. I tapped my mentally handicapped sales man (handicap opinion: based partially on mannerisms, mostly on stereotype) on his shoulder because he wouldn’t respond when I called him by name. He told me that all but two were sold and gone, and the two to be sold had been moved to the back for purchase pickup. He also told me the purchasees were on the floor looking at clothes before checking out. After a long chat with my new lighting connoisseurs, and some serious talk about life and the mysteries of the universe I got the man to agree to let me buy one of the lights. Seriously though, if someone had tried to talk me out of one of my sowing tables, I don’t know what I would do; I would’ve probably punched him in the throat. Now here I am with a cool new DI light and a shiny new DI story.

Alright, on to my cool new light!

It might seem ruff around the edges, but there is potential in there. If only I can figure out how to get it out?

How do you know what you have unless you take it apart and find and every last item?

Have you ever seen a light bulb as big as your head (please comment on poll)? for all you techies out there: this is a 2000w light bulb. I replaced it with a 60w light bulb (mostly because I didn't want to start a wall fire by overloading my electrical, and the occasional feeling that aliens were beaming me out my window when I entered my living room). that is a 97% power reduction, or in other words: I would need another 33 60w bulbs to make up the lost power! If I had used a 13w CFL (60w incandescent equivalent) I would have needed over 150 bulbs to equal power consumption.

off to the paint shop it goes. AKA: my garage.


Tada! a little paint and stripper (chemical not Tara) have made me a very happy person

For all you that haven't seen a picture of our living room. my sweet light in the corner, our new sectional, our previously white DI console table with new fabric panels, Ikea as-is section hanging lamp, DI paintings, our awesome 9x12 $50 rug, $20 pier1 bar stool, and how can we forget our high class, high style walmat tables.

Please Stop Bird Porn

You may be wondering why we would decide to blog about something so seemingly sarcastic, but people- it's a serious problem. Please watch this video:


As you heard, our own Republican presidential nominee is a serious bird watcher. Thanks to Dave Barry, who brought this issue to light, we now realized that global warming, terrorists and the economy are no longer worthy of our stress. Our biggest problem are the elderly (aka Bird Watchers) in this country-- the ones who are committing this act. On their website stopbirdporn.org it states, "These Peeping Toms satisfy their craving for sex by focusing their debasement on birds. This perversion must be halted, otherwise the entire moral fibre of our nation is going to hell.”


.... Ok, enough of the serious talk. Adam and I can't take it any more. We think it's hilarious. Please read Dave Barry's column at:
http://www.miamiherald.com/living/columnists/dave-barry/story/660704.html

ENJOY! We sure did.

Catch up

I can't believe that Adam has been posting more than me! I guess that English 1010 class he "can't stand" is influencing him for the better. Who can blame him? Tell me, is there someone out that that doesn't love a good post?

I thought I'd write to catch you up on a few happenings over the past few weeks. One of my classes at school is a poetry writing class (Yeah, I know what you're thinking and it is all feel good, read in a circle and hold hands. Its fantastic.) Anyway, the first day my teacher, in order to prevent stereotyping us as group A and group B placed our class into the "Fir" group and the "Pine" group. Yeah, I'm being serious.... she grouped us after trees and I'm a Fir. Then, after our grouping, she explained to us that our poetry will suck (her words exactly) the first few weeks of class, we should get used to wasting a lot of paper. This all sounded fine and dandy to me, nothing new, until she said....."Wasting paper isn't a bad thing until we all find out in the afterlife that God is a tree." I kid you not people. God as a tree? I started looking around the room and NO ONE responded... as if assuming God as a tree is a common belief here in Logan, UTAH.

I truly love my poetry class with my hippie teacher and her Tree God fearing ways.

Moving on... Do you ever get a craving for Sonic? Well, Adam and I are usually hit with the craving around 10 or 11 at night. So, last Wednesday night we decided to treat ourselves and make a run to Sonic. After placing our order, Adam and I were casually talking while Michael Jackson's "Beat It" played in the background. When the Sonic man (What do you call them when they're on skates?) came up to give us our food and take payment. Adam, as usual, grabbed the food then went to hand the man money and suddenly sang, "Just beat it" That's it. Proceeded by nothing and followed by nothing. The poor sonic man just stared and slowly backed away. Adam turned to me and said, "Did I just tell that guy to beat it?" I started laughing my hyena laugh (which is no good for those of you who have yet to experience it). Thinking in my mind that it is possibly one of the worst things a straight-interior designer-commonly -confused -as- gay could say to someone. I had no words for consolation. Adam, in his plight to prove his straightness tried to apologize to the guy, only to receive, "Uh, no it's cool dude. Uh, yeah don't worry about it." Followed by the same awkward backing away. Oh Sonic, you never let us down.

So, yes school and life up here in Logan are going well. I'll let you know if Adam has anymore random spouting of Michael Jackson lyrics. Kimmie- I think we've found you a karaoke partner :)

Adam and Jesse Vs. The Torent Current

what do you get when you combine river water, plywood, and ingenuity? River Boarding. How had I missed this earlier? I don't know, but if one person was to introduce me to it, it would be Jesse.

Today after class I found myself standing above a bridge looking down asking "so you just stand on the plywood?". "yep" he responded, and that was it. we tied one end of the rope to the bridge railing and in we went. as you can see in the pictures and the movie it wasn't to hard for a first timer.






There was one bit of advice that was more important than the others and that was "If you fall- DON'T LET GO". Imagine the sound that a school girl would make after being thrown into a giant glass of ice water. Now imagine it coming out of my mouth. in the midst of all this I can hear Jesse saying "hey... hey, before you stand up, look up here". click... click... and then one last shutter click to show the wold our joy.