Two dollars!

Only at GW... so today is the deadline to turn in some form for study abroad, and it must be notarized, which costs two dollars. One of the kids today brought the form, and complained about the $2 fee. HEY KID, YOU ARE SPENDING $50,000 A YEAR TO GET A LIBERAL ARTS DEGREE, OBVIOUSLY FISCAL RESPONSIBILITY IS NOT ONE OF YOUR TOP PRIORITIES, NOW STOP WHINING AND ENJOY YOUR TIME IN PARIS. I HEAR ITS BEAUTIFUL IN THE SPRINGTIME.

*****UPDATE*****

one of the girls in line for the notary said she hates her life, because the notary told her she couldn't notarize her forms without a photo ID.

woohoo!

first year of law school is done!

to all of you with little kids

this is sweet!

Traitor

Tooth number 6 just doesn't want to kick it the veneers anymore...it has decided to join the ranks of 7, 8, and 9 and be pure fakery. For anyone keeping track: I will keep my veneers on 5, 10, 11 and 12; have an implant/bridge on 7, 8 and 9; have an implant on 6. I feel like my mouth is a puzzle and no one has figured out how to put it together yet.

And for anyone who didn't have the pleasure of seeing me without three teeth, please enjoy this photo from Halloween 2005:

The one where the gang goes dumpster diving...

Sunday, 4pm:
I went to put a milk carton in the recycling box (because we're cool like that,) and saw a Poang Ikea chair and foot rest (retail value $135,) being thrown away. In the five minutes it took me to decide it would be perfect for the living room and I go to get it, it's gone. I went to the downstairs dumpster and saw the footrest on top of the dumpster...but the chair was nowhere to be seen. I didn't think the chair was in the dumpster, but I wanted to know. So I climbed up into the dumpster and move around a few trash bags. The chair wasn't there, so I grabbed the footrest.

Then I heard, "Hey Joe! Joe Cramer! What are you doing?" It's the only person in our whole apartment complex that I know; a girl I went to high school with. She's dressed to the nines and on her way out with her boyfriend. As I crawled out of the dumpster clutching my prize, I invited her to a barbeque at our place next month. I doubt they'll come, since they probably think I go dumpster diving for food.

Long story short, I found the rest of the chair. We cleaned it up, and it's awesome. The cats like it, too.

Handy Dandy

In gearing up for tourist season at the Cramer homestead, we decided it would be a good idea to install a kitty door from the living room to the laundry room. Currently, Dee and Lucky have to go through the guest bathroom to do their business and eat or drink. Instead of bothering our guests to always leave a door cracked open, we thought it would be easier to just cut out the middleman (or the bathroom, in this case).

Joe and I are so handy. We're also good at doing projects without the actual tools necessary. Like instead of using a jigsaw and some sandpaper, we used a drill with a circle extension and a broken steak knife, (no joke).

Also, I was tired of sweeping up litter every day, so I bought some anti-fatigue flooring and cut it to size. Now I can just hide the litter and sweep less :) Also, Dee puked on it today. Better than the carpet I guess.


p.s. How impressed are you that I got Dee to pose for all these pictures?

Welcome to DC

DC is great. You see so much weird stuff every day, that after a while you don't even notice it. I hear New York is the same way. So last week was visiting week for prospective undergraduate students and their parents. They take a tour of campus, and then come see us in financial aid, and see if they can afford to go here (they can't). We had a shortage of counselors, so we had about 20 students and parents sit at the nearby tables until a counselor could see them. The tables were set up with lemonade and cookies.

As they were sitting at the tables, a mentally ill homeless man comes in from outside, sits down, and starts eating cookies. After a while, he starts yelling at all the students telling him he hates them, and that their ancestors did terrible things to him, and cursing at the top of his lungs. Then he tried to fight the security guard that took him out. I don't think that group of students will be joining us next fall...

A few minutes later, a man dressed in a top hat, wizards cape, and carrying a wizards staff jumped down the stairs. He looked at a newspaper, screamed the f word, and ran away. We decided that he had cast a time travel spell earlier, and realized it didn't work when he saw the newspaper.

I swear, we're not crazy cat people

It's that time of the year...

Let's do some math...

Halo 3 + Joe = Happy Husband
Finals = Joe - Halo 3

Anniversary + Joe = Happy Wife
Finals = Anniversary - Joe

...as in, Anniversary Fail. We're 3 for 3 for awesome Anniversaries...not that I don't MIND having shared it in the past with Dave's first temple trip and the buying of our first condo, but law school finals? COME ON!

Rats!

This morning as I was getting off the train some guys had about 3 seconds to decide to jump on it or not. I heard them say "I don't know if its orange or blue!" I quickly yelled, "It's orange!" and they jumped in as the doors were closing, and probably got to work on time. Only then did I realize it was April Fool's Day. What if they were expecting me to trick them, and really needed a Blue train, and were counting on me to lie?