Archive for May, 2006

Smiling?

I know that I’m not an overly smiley person. This is a proven fact. In life I’ve ran into many people that just smile all the time for no apparent reason. I’m not that kind of guy. I usually smile on the inside first and then think about letting it out only if I really want to. Here’s the conversation that happened last night at the weight room with the sign-in person.

So I walk in, say hello and start writing my name down when she leans forward and says….

Sign-in girl: So, do you ever smile?

After doing a short rendition of a classic William Shatner pause and looking quizzically off into space like I was pondering that statement said…

Me: Yeah, sometimes.
Sign-in girl: So why aren’t you smiling now? Do you have to make some special request or something?
Me: Yeah, usually. Lots of paper work.
Sign-in girl: Well have fun not smiling!
Me: Ok. Thanks!

I would just like to add that I did all of this without smiling. Unlike Randall in Clerks, I realized and identified that ruse before playing right into her hands. Gonna have to get up earlier in the morning to pull the wool over my eyes miss sign-in girl.

Bee Update

Well I found out that they are not bumblebees they’re called carpenter bees. That makes so much more sense now. They eat right through the wood. They don’t actually digest it, but they do gnaw it with their little bee teeth or whatever they have. The main difference between the bees is that the carpenter bees aren’t hairy and don’t have any yellow on their lower abdomen. Oh yeah, and they eat through wood. The males are aggressive, but lack a stinger. The females have a stinger, but are very docile. Apparently they can do enough damage to severely weaken the structural integrity of wood. So I guess that means we should spray them, slap them with swatters and show them the boot.

Adventures in Bee Killing Part 2

So once again there seems to be a bee problem. This time I don’t have bees in my room, they’re outside on my porch. This time they aren’t little bees, but large - no make that humongous - bumble bees. I first noticed one or two of them flying around. Then I noticed that there was a small hole in the 2×12 of the porch/deck above me that it was flying to. The hole is maybe 3/8″ in diameter. The bees fly to it, land and crawl inside. Kinda freaking me out. So the past couple days I’ve been sitting on my porch watching them go in and out. I wasn’t too worried because there seemed to be only one.

Well then on Sunday there was definitely more than one bee flying in and out. Now I’ve started to get a little worried. I don’t like bee hives in close proximity to my living space. My plan was to just fill the holes with some caulk, but I don’t have any. Luckily, Jim came by yesterday and I told him about what was going on and he had some. So we stuffed the holes, sealing at least one bee in, and waited.

At first the one bee didn’t come back for a while. When it finally came back it seemed confused and was flying all around. It couldn’t find its home anymore. To top it all off, I was unabashedly berating and making fun of said insect. Eventually Liz and I went back inside because it was getting hot. A while later though, we had some confirmation that the bee was most definitely pissed off. Until now we would just see the bees, not hear them. Now we could most definitely hear the bee outside buzzing around in the most angry of manner. Is it really angry? I don’t know. It sure sounded like it though.

So today I’ll need to check those holes to make sure they haven’t chewed through to either A.) Make an escape or B.) Make a rescue attempt. Either way, I think I’m going to win this fight.

Adventures in Frizbee Golf

Sunday afternoon I didn’t have a lot going on so I decided to play a round by myself. I ended up talking to Tara for a while on my phone and was throwing while talking. This doesn’t work out super well and I ended up tossing right into a tree. It didn’t look too high so I figured I’d just shake it out after I was done talking. Sounded good until I tried to reach the branch. It was just out of jumping reach. I could actually touch it, but I kept sliding off when trying to grab it. So then I figured I’d grab the branch right where it comes out of the tree. That started to work until I fell. So then I moved around to the other side of the tree, climbed up using a lower branch, shimmied around to the other side of the tree and was able to shake my disc loose.

So I figure I need to either A.) Stop throwing into trees B.) Practice climbing trees or C.) Make sure next time I go out with somebody else so I don’t have to try and do these things by myself.

Lessons on popularity

Would you like to know how to get about 50 emails and a couple hundred instant hits on a web site? Tell lots of people you got engaged. You could even make it up if you want. That might make for some awkward social interactions afterwards, but you could always leave town or never talk to them again or something.

I’ve tested positive for hoochness

hooch1 also hootch Audio pronunciation of ( P ) Pronunciation Key (hch)
n. Slang

  1. A member of SammyII who has become twitterpated and asked a girl to marry him.
  2. A member of SammyII who has started spending too much time with a girl and is started to exhibit hooch qualities.

If you’ve heard rumors, they’re probably true. I, the great Chalupa, have fallen victim to the malady known as hoochness. I, the great keeper of the BALL AND CHAIN am now eligible for it myself. Does that seem crazy to you? It might…..until you learn a few facts.

Some time in the past: Toll started dating Jenny
Summer 2005: Soulman started dating January
Sept 2005: Chalupa and Liz finally stopped not-dating and started dating for real
Then Toll got engaged
Then Soulman got engaged
And now, Chalupa is engaged

Soulman was the originator and creator of the Ball and Chain. It was then passed down to me and I passed it down to Toll. So I’d just like to take the chance to blame Toll. It’s all his fault. Seriously. So now Sevier has the Ball and Chain. According to history though, he’ll fall. It may take 5 years after college, but it’ll happen.

So story. Everybody always wants a story. I know what that’s like. So in my previous post, I related one of several fake proposals. I’d like to start off by re-iterating for those who don’t know, Liz thought this was funny. Hilarious in fact. I never did it in public or made a situation that could easily turn bad and become awkward. It was definitely an inside-joke between us. In fact, she would constantly “nag” me about “Have you bought a ring yet?” “When are you going to propose?”. Some people may feel concerned about a girl becoming demanding in this sort of area, but she wasn’t demanding at all. It was our little joke. So my fake proposals were sort of the highlight of my day. What would really be inside of that box? What will the piece of paper say?

On Monday Liz came over to lift and I had the box sitting out on my desk. Before leaving work I took a piece of a paper and wrote, “Caught you looking! I bet you thought I was gonna write something worthwhile on here.” She of course used her ninja skills to read and remove the note while I wasn’t looking. So we went and lifted, got some food at Cracker Barrel and then ended up at Ivanhoe’s for some ice cream to top off our meal. Afterwards we came back to my place and were watching some Sons And Daughters - which happened to be one of the funniest shows on TV this year. I say “happened” because like many other cult classics to go before it, the network cut it. So while we’re watching the awesome hilarity, Liz started reading some stuff to me out of a “How to plan your wedding book”. I know - she wasn’t even engaged yet! Maybe she was trying to give me hints. Anyways, after fake proposing, being sarcastic and teasing all day, I quickly got the vibe that she had no idea this was going to happen. So while she was reading out loud I went over to my desk and wrote, “Will you marry me?” on a post-it note. I then folded that up and used my ninja skills to put it in my decoy box and slip that into my pocket. I then went over to one of my closets and started rummaging around with some things and got out the real ring. So then I came back to the couch and used my secret government ninja skills once again. This time to place the decoy box on her lap. The box is pretty light so she didn’t even notice it was there. In fact, after a couple minutes I picked it back up and moved it to a more highly visible location. She eventually noticed the box sitting there, opened it up and read my post-it. I’m pretty sure she thought I was just messing with her once again, but I had the real ring ready and waiting for when she looked up.

So, obviously I think we all know what the answer is since I’m posting about this. It’s been interesting to see how fast this news is flying as people are emailing me, IMing me, etc about the fact. So here it is. I’ve been getting tired of trying to re-tell the story over and over. Hopefully I didn’t leave anything too important out.

Sorry, I made a funny

That’s what I said tonight to the drive-through man at Rally’s tonight as Liz was laughing so hard she could hardly hand the man my money. Let me start at the beginning….

I stayed later at work than I had planned. Liz was meeting two of her friends at Outback and had invited me to join them. They all got there around 5 and I didn’t show up til 6. I was hungry, but not starving. They had long finished their meals, and Liz and I were needing to leave for small group. I decided I would just get something to eat afterwards. So after small group I asked Liz to take me to Rally’s so I could utilize my Any loaded fries for $1.49!!! . I also got a couple of Bacon Swiss Bufords while I was there cause who can pass those up? I know I can’t. So while Liz is looking and talking to the speaker I pull this old, crappy ring box out of my jacket pocket that I had previously inserted a folded up $5 bill. I then set the ring box on her leg and said something to the effect of “here you go.” She just sort of looks at me, picks it up, and started inching towards the pay window. She finally opened it up and there were my 5, hard earned Buford dollars - all ready to be handed to the man at the window. She started laughing, hysterically. Laughing so hard she had problems handing the money over. She kept apologizing and I finally said, “Sorry. I made a funny.” Liz then explained the situation and he started laughing and was having problems asking the next people what they would like to order.

Summer employment

It’s always interesting at the end of the school year talking to students about the summer. Some have jobs lined up, some are heading off to do internships, some are getting married, some are taking classes, and there’s always those few that are just “taking the summer off”. I’ve never really understood that one. This is always coming from somebody that I’m not really sure what they’re taking the summer off from. I’ve been working full time during the summers since I was 13.

Anyways, I always loved being asked and hearing other staff people asked where they’re going for the summer. That is then usually followed by shock and awe from the student when they find out we actually work in the summer. Yes, that’s right, I have a job and I have to work to pay my rent and utilities. I think it’s funny sometimes when I hear teachers complain and complain about not getting paid enough. If you ask me, they have it pretty good. Where else do you get a 12month salary AND get off summer, Thanksgiving break, Christmas break, Spring Break, etc. I wish I only had to “work” 8-9 months out of the year. I know some teachers that work other jobs in the summer to make extra cash. Sometimes I wish I had that freedom.

Fellow Iowans

Last night I made a few bucks working on Bob’s computer and helping him tip a washing machine over. I also found out he used to live in Orange City, Iowa. That would be the far west end. I lived on the extreme east-central end. We reminisced of those lovely winters there. Also turns out we both lived in warm places before moving to Iowa too. We had a good laugh about people who moan and complain about the “horrible winters” in Indiana. Show me drifted interstates, -1ooF degrees, four foot snow drifts all winter long and schools closing because it’s too cold for buses to start and kids will get severe frost bite from standing at bus stops. That’s winter people. It’s not even the worst in the way of winters around the world, but it’s definitely a bit worse than this part of the country.

The best part was people never understood why I would go through most winters as a student wearing shorts and a hooded sweatshirt.

Free Hollywood Card

Last night Liz and I went down to Indy to visit our most favoritist movie theater - Hollywood Bar and Filmworks. The plan was to go see American Haunting. It was working out pretty well. We downed our nachos and the burgers were going down pretty well. But then comes the sad part…the projector broke. The bulb was seriously overheating and the projector wouldn’t come back on. I have a hunch I probably could have helped them fix it, but I just kept my mouth shut. We ended up getting our tickets refunded and they gave me a Hollywood Card. This card allows me and up to 3 friends free admission to any showing Sunday through Thursday for 1 year. That’s right folks. I said ONE YEAR. You can buy one of these for yourself at the cost of $40, or, you can be like me and be lucky enough to only catch 40min or so of a movie.