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“Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.”
― Joseph Conrad

“You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation.”
― Brigham Young

“Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.”
― George Carlin

“Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.”
― Friedrich Nietzche



Showing posts with label tobe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tobe. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Ew.

This morning I woke up to this.

In fact, most mornings I wake up to this. I'm pretty sure it's Tobe who has to pee in the middle of every night. The first time it happened, I nearly fell in. Now I'm use to it and double check every time. I've decided it's much less effort to just flush the toilet myself than it is to complain to them. Plus, they do put up with my girly needs - so I figure I'll give them this.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Forever young

The other night I wanted to watch a movie. It was a Friday night, and considering we all had to wake up at 6am on Saturdays for practice, we were all home. We searched through our movies and decided on Gladiator. If you haven't already seen Gladiator - I'm not sure what you are doing with your life. Words cannot describe the movie, so I won't even try. The main point of me telling you what movie we watched, is that Gladiator is a long movie. If you are tired or in a rush, don't start it. I didn't realize just how tired I was when the movie started, but about halfway through my eyes started to droop. It didn't help that I was laying down on our futon, wrapped in a blanket, and that the lights were off. I'm not even sure which part of the movie it happened, but the next thing I knew I was sound asleep. Tobe was trying to wake me up so that I could go to bed, but I didn't want to move. In fact, I was half delirious and refused to move. I'm not sure if it was out of affection and kindness of his heart, or rather, annoyance that I was taking up the entire futon he wanted to sit on that urged Tobe to do this, (my guess is probably the latter, but for the warmheartedness of the story, let's say the former) but the next thing I know I'm being carried off to bed. Now remember when you were little and you were tired and had fallen asleep in the car on the way home, or on the floor watching a movie in the living room and your daddy carried you off to your room and tucked you in? This was kind of like that - except without the daddy, and I'm 21. The point is as Tobe dropped me off in my bed and as he turned off the lights I heard him mutter "Don't expect this to become a habit," - and he shut the door making me feel like I was still a kid.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

the best friends in the world

I was raised on football. I grew up in Texas, where in the fall people didn't ask you what you were doing on a Friday night because the answer was obvious - going to see your high school football team play. Sundays were spent with families watching NFL games, and you lived and died with your team. My dad's from Wisconsin, so naturally I was raised a Cheesehead. The first jersey I ever owned was a Brett Favre one, and yes, I shed a few when he retired and again when I saw him in a Minnesota Vikings jersey. For those of you who don't follow football, the Green Bay Packers were recently eliminated from the playoffs after having an incredible 15-1 season. I watched the game at my house with the guys in full excitement.
It was clear before the game ended that the Packers were going to lose, but I watched the entire game. I watched my team drop pass after pass and make crucial turnovers that cost them the game. Let's just say I wasn't very happy the majority of the fourth quarter through the end of the game.

(Short side story: I don't know how to ride a bike. I just never wanted to learn as a kid. My dad tried to teach me, but I was never into it.) After the game finished, there was basically silence in the house. Even Spencer (who is a huge Chicago Bears fan) didn't rub it in my face. Finally, the silence was broken by this:


Tobe: "Angelica let's go teach you how to ride a bike."
Me: "I don't have a bike"
Tobe: "You can use mine"

I spent the next half house outside in the fresh air learning how to ride a bike and realized I have the best friends in the world.