The Forever Roommate

So I am about to write a post which makes my last post about my new blog title seemingly outdated because I've finally come up with a title that I like. My Blog is now officially and forever (or until I change it again) called "So I Use Big Words." In case you didn't know, I enjoy using what my friend Lindsey refers to as "$10 words." You know big words that are confusing to people or my students. Words like stupendous, irrational, defenestration, typical every day words. By the way, I think that defenestration is both stupendous and in almost every case incredibly irrational. 

Regardless, this blog isn't about my love of large and amazingly awesome vocabulary words. I'm sure I'll come up with a post about my geekiness later. This post follows a fantastic phone call with one awesome chica so I now feel compelled to compile a short list as to why I love her. 

Therefore, I give to you a completely random list of the reasons I love Tiffany (aka my "roommate" for life) and why everyone else should love her too! 

1. Her love of fish. Specifically the ones that come from Gander Mountain. More specifically the pregnant ones that come from Gander Mountain. In case you didn't know, those are best if housed in an aquarium in a dorm room and fed goldfish flakes. -----also, she enjoys bass fishing! 

2. She knows how to "accidentally" make awesome fudge. No. Seriously. It's amazing. 

3. You mess with the Brewers. She'll mess with you.---I swear, she'll Zumba in circles all around you. You'll be intimidated. Especially if you put on Gasolina and I start turning the light switch on and off. You better watch your back because I know you'll be terrified. 

4. She loves loves loves Ron's Cheese. Just ask my mom. 

5. She's got an amazing fashion sense...visionary. She'll go camping on the bottom and clubbing on the top. She's like a boy scout: prepared for EVERYTHING! 

6. Taco Bell. You've never eaten Taco Bell if you haven't ordered it from a car driving in reverse through the drive-thru. Also, I feel as though Toppers Sticks should be added to this list. 

7. Even when it's "Quite Time" it'll be a little loud and rowdy. 

8. There is no better partner in crime for instances when you have a trombone player outside your window at 3am, someone burns a hot dog bun at midnight causing a fire drill, or you get yourself locked out of your apartment hosting a party. 

9. Nothing is safe from being an inside joke. Take carrier penguins and 15x11 for instance. 

10. If you've ever felt the need to change a license plate in 4" stilettos, she's the girl to call. 

11. She's mostly just awesome. (In case you didn't get that from all of the above.)

Anywho....aside from me mostly amusing myself with a slew of completely random inside jokes, I'm super excited to go hang out with one of my best friends at a hockey game tomorrow. Time spent together is rare and always treasured. (Yep, I got sappy on ya....) That's why she's my forever roommate. I'm pretty sure I'll be 80 and married and I'll still refer to her as my roommate. Love ya girl!! Hope you got a good laugh!  

A is For Alliteration

Holy cow...where has the time gone. I feel a little guilty for completely forgetting about my blog and my goal to write more. Oops! Apparently life got in the way of that goal. But I'm back at it. Probably because I can't sleep (you know you're getting old when it's a problem you can't sleep at 10:30), and evidently I feel the need to spill my guts to a silent audience.

My first order of business was to change the name of my blog. The Daily Dubs didn't seem to be a very accurate title of a blog I have forgotten about for months. Seemed like a complete misnomer. I tried many titles and none of them seemed fitting. I'm not really sure how long this one will stick, but since all of the titles I tried had some variety of alliteration and I'm a language nerd, I thought I'd go with it. I gave the whole thing about thirty seconds of thought, so if you hate it I won't be offended. If you have a better suggestion, I'm open.

I feel like I need to somehow update this with life's happenings, but that seems overwhelming and entirely not my style of random musings about things like how irritating it is that my j key types whenever it wants and how I ended up buying a strangers avocados. So, instead of a lengthy update on my life, I will leave you with a fun anecdote about my last attempt to do laundry and my inherit ability to be so scatterbrained that I almost incapacitate my ability to do so. Enjoy.

Last weekend, I wanted to do laundry before school started up again after winter break. It seemed that having clean clothes for work was the practical and adult thing to do. In true Sara fashion, I left this particular task for about 7pm the night before I went back to work. As I was gathering dirty clothes from around my hamper, I realized I needed to locate my laundry card, our buildings generally convenient alternative to quarters.

Upon this realization I headed to the kitchen. The location of the last conscience laundry card sighting. Not there. Into my room I went to check the piles of stuff on my desk. No luck. I checked through my purses and wallet, even though I knew it had never once been put in there. Back to the kitchen, the desk, bedroom, and purse. Several times I danced circles around my entire apartment in search of the card. I even attempted to test the other card which I knew had no money loaded onto it in hopes that it was indeed my card. Still no luck.

While I looked through my desk for what seemed like at least the sixth time, my hamper caught my eye. It seemed unlikely that the little bugger would be in there, but it didn't hurt to check. I turned the entire thing over. It didn't seem to be there. But just as I was about to start jamming clothes back into the thing, I caught the glimpse of plastic. Of course, why wouldn't I put my laundry card at the bottom of my hamper? That seems like the most logical of all places to keep it. After all, I can't wash clothes without my hamper.