Meems in Mexico.

Meems has left the house after receiving a new job in Mexico. It was her only choice. We all miss her dearly, as she was a major contribution the triplecrownrundown. Will we ever get to taste the sugar-free, everything-free cakes and goodies again? Possibly. Possibly a package from Mexico will come soon... we all hope. To Meems reading down in Mexico: Keep working on the pushups and bicep curls and we'll make it the the tough woman competition by next spring! Enough tears for now.

Sport's got a new job too. Working at the hospital will now get our whole family benefits. We're real proud of her getting this job. It took three whole months for her to get it. Now, don't think she is a doctor though, we don't want visitors coming up to our door asking for free check ups. Forgot to mention that this is a mental hospital. Along with the hospital, Sport got golf to get into. Jezzy's hoping that she let's her tag along sometimes.

Let's see now. Jif. Busy as heck. Even after her 45th paper and an average of 2.5 hours of sleep each night, skipping sleep on Saturday nights, she is still going strong. Living out of coffee shops and off of coffee drinks and egg mcmuffins, we just don't know how she does it. Seems like her and Sport have the intense jobs. Mental stuff and the juvenile delinquents coming in with lice; I'm not sure which I'd rather have. Strong women of God is all I have to say.

As for the last member still at the house, Jezzy, she's just rollin' with the punches; goin' with the flow; livin' in the fast lane; drinkin' her cup of tea. Intramurals, science, and work run her life and yet she still comes home to bake those brownies or those cookies for the family. It's all about ceviche and smoothies this time of the year. Can you say dedicated?

Two of three members made it to Nitro's BBQ. Grilled chicken, hamburgers, baked beans, brownies, and thanks to Chuck, some of the best cake we've ever had; wow. They really did it over there. Next BBQ at Nitro's house? Possibly never. Until the trash talker puts it in the dumpster, triplecrownrundown, aka sexy mama's, won't be attending any sort of gathering.
All is fair in love and war. PEACE!

solitude and edward scissorhand hair

Meems' earlier blog pretty much hit our recent happenings right on the spot. However, considering I have been alone in the apartment for nearly 12 hours now, I thought it was appropriate to update on my personal events for today. My day started early with our team's Spring Golf Photoshoop being taken at Creekside. Not only was it raining as usual, but the wind seemed especially frisky making my individual shot nothing short of a disaster. Not only was my hair whipping around my face, but our coaches insisted that everyone take off their jackets in order to catch our matching golf polos in the shot. Clearly, our coaches are men and do not understand the result of a combination of freezing cold rain, wind, and paper-thin golf shirts. All I can say is awkwardness ensued as I took my individual shot and the boys looked on... in a way, I feel violated and I doubt I'll ever be the same. In other news, our team/individual photos should be up on corban.edu in no time so sports fans keep a look out!

Upon my arrival home from the molestation that was the Corban golf photos, I found that jif was off doing what jif does, and jezzyfizzle had already embarked on her weekend of debauchery in Seattle. That left Meems and I to wrap up Season 3 of the OC, which she so eloquently described as an emotional and heartwrenching event. I now have a hatred in my heart for Russian punks named Voltchezk (sp?). Nevertheless, Season 4 is beckoning and I cannot wait for the hours of pure joy that will result.

Post OC session, Meems had to scuttle off to babysit for her brood of O'Connor cousins- Lord knows there are hundreds of them. All I can say is that I hope she got payed well. After her departure I probably spent (and by spent I mean wasted) about 3 hours in my bed surfing the web as I like to say. But fear not because around 4:00pm I made my way down to the Triple Crown Fitness Facility which includes a treadmill, weight bench, and non-usuable stationary bike. I hopped on the treadmill, flipped on my ipodmini (pink), and began an unsatiable session of speedwalking. I had that puppy cranked up to incline 4, at 4+ miles an hour, and let's just say I was zooming. *Side note: Speed walking is incredibly good for the body and easy on the knees and other joints. And though I enjoy the benefits of this workout, I must say that the Triple Crown treadmill is probably the worst piece of fitness machinery every crafted. This thing cranks out an indescribable amount of static electricity, so while I'm buzzing along, my hair is half-way to the ceiling in a manner that could nearly rival edward scissorhands', and every time I grab the bar to gauge my heartrate I get a shock which is both alarming and obnoxious. And though my mega speedwalk workout was fruitful as always, I am beginning to wonder if it is worth the trauma my body experiences every time my arm grazes the side handles. But seeing as how I am currently a car-less vagabond, transported solely through the welfare of certain roommates, I guess our little fitness center will have to suffice.

Anyway, after the workout I returned to the apartment to clean a bit and eventually whip up a delicious dinner of stir-fried chicken and vegetables. I topped off the meal w/ a salad and skim milk and sat down to watch the enjoyable mel gibson flick, "What Women Want." (circa 2000). In an attempt to spare the long description of the movie, I will just say that men knowing exactly what we think and feel would be very helpful at times, and also creepy. Perhaps if this skill had a on/off switch regulated by me I would approve of it. I wonder what Nick would think? Anywho, after the movie ended around 10:30, I returned to my underbunk cave to create 3 facebook photo albums and write this blog, which I am doing currently.

All in all, this day has been so-so. I've come to the realization that I spend a good 3/4 of my day alone on a regular basis and this can be good and bad. I think I've become anti-social with age, or perhaps it is due to the fact that my friends continue to leave Corban (and me)- which is soon happening again with the departure of Meems. This is going to be a very sad event and yet, I am promising that her going away party is sure to be the party of the year. Just like on My Sweet Sixteen, minus flashy cars and puberty. However, Zack Jackson will most likely be in attendance and for some reason I think it will still be similar.

Well, it's time to sign off. I cannot wait for Jezzy to return home and tell us of her recent conception, or trip... whichever. Goodnight and Godspeed Jezzyfizzle...

-sport

Friday night mishaps and crying during The O.C.

So last night started off lively-like with a roommates' trip (well...3 of us) to the Corban College & Graduate School male basketball game. It seems that the team has problems with finishing a game; tonight little Sis hit it big time and pulled out a game winner. I am so proud of him, as proud as the former roommate of his sister can be - I'm removed but still entitled to my feelings. As the merging of the non-social families was going down, well maybe ... the three of us and a guest headed back to the other's house to pick up some long awaited c-e-v-i-c-h-e, chili cheese dip, and chips all the while getting a walking tour of the house. I did note that our tour guide's room was the most clean out of everyone's, kudos for that. To my dismay I feel it is citizen's duty to report the excruciatingly painful conditions endured during the introductions of one family to another. I mean, all that was expected (if I may be so candid) was a little warmth... but we got that neither from most (not all) of the family NOR the household, as the heating system is literally not used there. Perhaps we were scary, or overbearing, or haggish...I'll give them the benefit of the doubt, I mean I'm pretty intimidating...either way we ended up with awkward salutations and left with all the food under our arm and a cheery member of that household kindly driving us back to our apartment. Now the plan was to watch a movie, but since indecisiveness seems to plague most of us, we settled on the last 4 minutes of the Blazers game, watching them upset the NY Knicks in overtime. After that our guest and his cohort discreetly left the living room area (what?) and so Sporty and I flipped through the channels only to excitedly see that PREDATOR RAW: THE UNSEEN FOOTAGE was airing...maybe it was the second time I saw it that day, but I sacrificed for the cause and didn't mind anyway. After feeling sick to our stomachs but full with justice we moved on to My Big Redneck Wedding, highly recommended by Sporty. To interject I did want to mention that Jif decided to cuddle up next to Sporty during the tv viewing, which started in a bit of awkwardness and detachment (from my POV) but as always...ended with a warm seat. Back to the rednecks getting hitched, I was pleased to see that the couple from Florida were dressing their bridesmaids in jean skirts and spaghetti strap shirts (camoflauge by design), and "mattress-surfing" at the reception. It all culminated as the bride stood in a great big blow-up kiddie pool filled with mud and proceeded to ruin her wedding dress. She loved it. Unfortunately - or fortunately, which one is it? - this is where I fell asleep on the chair, and woke up past midnight to creep into my comforters. What a day. Just thought it might be worth noting that after I woke up at 8 am this morning and finishing off my carrot cake rice cream and ceviche (almost), Sporty and I proceeded to finish up the 3rd season of the OC. I know, I know, I have hated that show for so long...and yet...as Marissa drifted off to the afterlife in Ryan's arms, I couldn't stifle the tears that streamed steadily down my cheeks and onto my fuzzy green blanket, staining my cheeks as Marissa stained the heart of the one who held her dying body...and the one who caused her death.

-- Meems

Operation Aqua Duck! and related stories

It is day 2 of Operation Aqua Duck. After an entire week (actually longer because Nan ignored my first maintenance request) of enduring a soggy bathroom floor, Meems and I engineered a great plan to catch the constant leak from our overhead light. The genius creation consists of a plastic Fred Meyer bag and 6 thumbtacks. As you can see, the water is accumulating nicely and we have not had to tip toe around our miniture bathroom since yesterday afternoon!

However, as Meems and I got home from school today I noticed a ladder in the middle of our room and the ceiling had a gaping hole in it. I wondered to myself... what's going on? And then I said, "Hey do you think someone is up there?" From which I heard a reply billowing from above- "Yes! There is somebody up here!" Meems and I laughed joyfully to find that a small Hispanic man was working feverishly above us to fix the leaks. The creepiest part of the whole ordeal was that Jif was home before us and didn't even realize that the leak-fixer man was in our apartment! She was too busy rummaging for an afterschool snack, so it's completely understandable. Yet creepy...

Anyway, after an unknown amount of time (but enough for me to finish my hamburger helper left-overs and one slice of pizza, and for Meems to devour whatever it is that she eats plus veggies) our new friend emerged from our room to report that he fixed the pipes, unfortunately our problem will most likely remain because the roof is leaking anyway and Nan doesn't listen. (Nan being our sweet, yet elderly landlord). His news was discouraging but all moods were lifted when I asked him if he liked our bag-creation and he replied in a movie-esque Mexican accent, "Yes! It is pretty neat!" Anyway, he was on his way and we are left with boosted self-confidence and drippy ceilings in both bathrooms.

In other news, we had a roommate meeting today to discuss how to split the power bill from December. It was completely ridiculous because tensions were high for far too long before Jezzy realized that Meems and I paying 15$ each and Jif and Jez paying 30$ is really just about a 7 dollar difference, if splitting 4-ways amounts to 22.50$. When that realization was made, all was well and we had a fun chat about passive-aggressiveness and Jif's scary mad face and my scariness all around.
Moral Lesson: Confict Resolution is important and being scary is not helpful.

Here's to the first edition of the Triple Crown Run Down
-Sporty out!