School starts tomorrow and I am going way crazy wanting to start already yet at the same time I am super excited to be going back again after a year of not being there. I am happy though that Robert and I have similar schedules and that we are going to be riding down to Vegas and stuff together. Life is looking pretty good.
I am going to be taking Us History 102, Personal Finance, Psychology 101, and Sociology 101. Pretty cool huh?
At work the other day this lady came in who looked like Pam from True Blood and there is a guy who comes in like every week and he looks like Hoyt. bahahaha I think I have True Blood fever when I am seeing everyone from it even though it isn't really the actors or the characters.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Bad Time to Fart
This is the story of Erica and I's past life. See in fact we were born in different countries.
Erica (who was actually a african man named Eundabe) was born in a small African tribe in a remote northern village. He was the son of the village shaman, but rejected his father's teachings and prefered to follow the village comedian around recieving many hours of training in the arts of providing laughter. The only problem with Eundabe's training was that he could not hold his laughter in. It became a nuisance after a time and eventually it proved his downfall. During the Chief's daughter's wedding to a rival villages head warrior, Eundabe happened to overhear a funny comment and unable to control his laughter he unintentionally created an intervillage battle. Luckily for him he also had learned at an early age the art of hiding from various bullies, animals, and chores. When the battle was ended and the dust had settled Eundabe found that his entire village had been annihilated and when he wasn't looking he was caputred and sold into slavery. The family he was sold to treated him well, but they did not understand his sense of humor, so when the call for soldiers came the family was more than happy to hand Eundabe over to the army. He was thrown in to a troop filled with those who did not quite fit in with the others. Unfortunately the troop's training was very minimal since the trainers could not stand their awkwardness for very long, so at their first skirmish they failed to win and Eundabe had to rely on his ability to hide once again....
Nadia (an Englishman named Nicodemus Waddlesworth) was born in a sunny (well as sunny as it gets for England) English village to a salt merchant and his wife. Nico (as his mother so affectionately called him) grew up learning all about salt, even though he had a great disliking of the stuff (although the current Nadia LOVES salt). His fathe,r seeing Nicodemus would be useless in the salt business (You gotta love what you sell), forced Nicodemus to enlist in the army as soon as he was able to. Unfortunately after years of living surrounded by salt, poor Nicodemus always smelt heavily of salt, so he was thrown into the troop of misfits. He had never had a will to hurt anyone and he was somewhat afraid of conflict, so when the battle commenced he ultimately lied down and started at his pretending to be dead...
This is an account of Eundabe and Nicodemus' last moments....
no one knows for sure what happened to the two after they were found for no bodies were recovered. To this day there is speculation as to whether or not they were killed.
A Story I stole from My Sister Erica
Nadia and I know the story about the criminal Alvidrez family running away from Spain to good old Mexico and eventually the United States. We also know about the Furman family leaving Ukraine for Argentina also winding up in the U.S. But one piece of family legacy that has left us often times perplexed is how the Alderman's came to be.
By breifly viewing a family tree, (which dates back to Constantine the Great, or was it Charlemagne?) I made an educated decision that our first Alderman ancestor's where two French-Brittish brothers, working as fur trappers in Louisiana. They probably looked something like this:
For entertainment purposes I have decided to tell the purely fictional tale of these fine examples of our French and Brittish ancestors.
It all began in 1730 when Pierre Alderman was brought into this earth. He was followed shortly after in 1731 by his younger brother Francios. They also had some sisters, but because it was 1730, women didn't matter. They lived a normal life in London. Thier father was a wealthy English merchant and thier mother was his French love slave. The boy's mother died when she was accidently pushed down the stairs after it was known that she didn't actually speak english. The boys were raised by nannies and sent off to boarding school as soon as they were able.
The boys returned from school full grown men in 1748. They worked in thier father's shop and managed the selling and trading of goods. Thier father died in 1750 of Syphillus (damn those french love slaves) and the boys inhereted the shop. However, being half french, and considering the growing friction between England and France at the time, the boys quickly lost business. Deciding to quit while they were ahead, the boys took a ship to the Americas (not yet known as the United States) and headed toward the french territory in Louisiana. They became trappers and worked with the local Native Americans in a peaceful way so they they could exploit them without killing them, therefore making powerful allies.
1754: French and Indian war. Needless to say, Francios and Pierre, being partly French, surrendered automatically and waited for the war to be over. No story here. After the war they continued thier business as normal.
1775: The dawn of a new era. The Colonist began revolting againts the British scum who dare tax thier tea and tobacco! Francois and Pierre find themselves in French territory sitting back in thier lawn chairs and sleeveless waistcoats laughing at how stupid the colonists are. Surely they will get defeated. Wait, the french are allying with the Colonist? What is this? Are we actually going to have to fight? Ooooh, they are sending boats, nevermind, we're good. Francois and Pierre escape actual fighting yet again. Grabbed themselves a beer and enjoyed the show. (Spoiler alert: The colonists won)
1803: Louisiana Purchase. The brothers find themselves in quite the connundrum. Louisiana now belongs to the Americans. The Americans will not permit these Frenglish men to continue to work in the U.S. with out citizenship or a green card. One night The brothers sat outside thier teepee and discussed thier options. It probably went something like this:
Francois: So, Pierre my brother, It has been a good run here the Americas, but I think its time we consider other options.
Pierre: Its the United States now, remember?
Francois: Yes, yes. The way I see it, we have two options.
1) Become Citizens
Or
2) Go to France
Pierre: But Francios, Napoleon is in power. You KNOW I hate short people and I'd rather die than become and American pig. *spits*
Francois: *spits* Well, we could always go to Canada.
Pierre: American?
Francios: Agreed.
The next day the brother traveled to thier nearest government office and started the long painful process of becoming an American citizen.
Three years later, with a new citizenship and an even newer sense of patriotism, The brothers decided to open up a Guns and Ammo store in Alabama. They hired on a few slaves to help with the shop and all was well. Business thrived for nearly 60 years before the brothers were faced with a new dilema. Lincoln was president and tensions were stirring between North and South. Talk of war was running rampant throughout the country. Francios and Pierre were just begining to notice thier differences of character.
Pierre, being much the conservative southerner believed slaves were slaves and anyone who thought differently could go to hell. Francios, the younger of the two, was more liberal and even took on one if his own slaves as a wife. This caused problems for the brothers. Eventually they decided to sell thier Guns and Ammo store and split the earnings. They bought houses across the way from each other and could be found sitting on the porch with shotguns in thier laps heckling each other from the safety of thier homes.
Francios: You never support anything I do!
Pierre: It ain't my fault you married a ****** !
Francios: Yea, Well Jefferson did it!
1861: The Civil War. Francios and Pierre are getting a little gray around the ears and decide to sit this one out...again. However thier sons were not so lazy. Francios's son fought for the North and Pierre's for the South.
One aweful day the postman brought the brothers a letter. Thier sons had been killed in battle...by each other. They felt an anguish so deep it could make Chuck Norris cry(if Chuck Norris had tear ducts that is). Not being able to see each other without seeing thier dead sons, Francois moved up North with his brood of mixed race children (cuz apparently the Northerners were into that) and were never heard from again. Pierre remained in Alabama and lives there to this day.
And that my friends is the story of our Great Great whomever they are. Can you see the resemblance?
Long live the Frenglish!
*Disclaimer: None of the above actually happened except for the fact that there were once two brothers named Francios and Pierre. XP
By breifly viewing a family tree, (which dates back to Constantine the Great, or was it Charlemagne?) I made an educated decision that our first Alderman ancestor's where two French-Brittish brothers, working as fur trappers in Louisiana. They probably looked something like this:
For entertainment purposes I have decided to tell the purely fictional tale of these fine examples of our French and Brittish ancestors.
It all began in 1730 when Pierre Alderman was brought into this earth. He was followed shortly after in 1731 by his younger brother Francios. They also had some sisters, but because it was 1730, women didn't matter. They lived a normal life in London. Thier father was a wealthy English merchant and thier mother was his French love slave. The boy's mother died when she was accidently pushed down the stairs after it was known that she didn't actually speak english. The boys were raised by nannies and sent off to boarding school as soon as they were able.
The boys returned from school full grown men in 1748. They worked in thier father's shop and managed the selling and trading of goods. Thier father died in 1750 of Syphillus (damn those french love slaves) and the boys inhereted the shop. However, being half french, and considering the growing friction between England and France at the time, the boys quickly lost business. Deciding to quit while they were ahead, the boys took a ship to the Americas (not yet known as the United States) and headed toward the french territory in Louisiana. They became trappers and worked with the local Native Americans in a peaceful way so they they could exploit them without killing them, therefore making powerful allies.
1754: French and Indian war. Needless to say, Francios and Pierre, being partly French, surrendered automatically and waited for the war to be over. No story here. After the war they continued thier business as normal.
1775: The dawn of a new era. The Colonist began revolting againts the British scum who dare tax thier tea and tobacco! Francois and Pierre find themselves in French territory sitting back in thier lawn chairs and sleeveless waistcoats laughing at how stupid the colonists are. Surely they will get defeated. Wait, the french are allying with the Colonist? What is this? Are we actually going to have to fight? Ooooh, they are sending boats, nevermind, we're good. Francois and Pierre escape actual fighting yet again. Grabbed themselves a beer and enjoyed the show. (Spoiler alert: The colonists won)
1803: Louisiana Purchase. The brothers find themselves in quite the connundrum. Louisiana now belongs to the Americans. The Americans will not permit these Frenglish men to continue to work in the U.S. with out citizenship or a green card. One night The brothers sat outside thier teepee and discussed thier options. It probably went something like this:
Francois: So, Pierre my brother, It has been a good run here the Americas, but I think its time we consider other options.
Pierre: Its the United States now, remember?
Francois: Yes, yes. The way I see it, we have two options.
1) Become Citizens
Or
2) Go to France
Pierre: But Francios, Napoleon is in power. You KNOW I hate short people and I'd rather die than become and American pig. *spits*
Francois: *spits* Well, we could always go to Canada.
Pierre: American?
Francios: Agreed.
The next day the brother traveled to thier nearest government office and started the long painful process of becoming an American citizen.
Three years later, with a new citizenship and an even newer sense of patriotism, The brothers decided to open up a Guns and Ammo store in Alabama. They hired on a few slaves to help with the shop and all was well. Business thrived for nearly 60 years before the brothers were faced with a new dilema. Lincoln was president and tensions were stirring between North and South. Talk of war was running rampant throughout the country. Francios and Pierre were just begining to notice thier differences of character.
Pierre, being much the conservative southerner believed slaves were slaves and anyone who thought differently could go to hell. Francios, the younger of the two, was more liberal and even took on one if his own slaves as a wife. This caused problems for the brothers. Eventually they decided to sell thier Guns and Ammo store and split the earnings. They bought houses across the way from each other and could be found sitting on the porch with shotguns in thier laps heckling each other from the safety of thier homes.
Francios: You never support anything I do!
Pierre: It ain't my fault you married a ****** !
Francios: Yea, Well Jefferson did it!
1861: The Civil War. Francios and Pierre are getting a little gray around the ears and decide to sit this one out...again. However thier sons were not so lazy. Francios's son fought for the North and Pierre's for the South.
One aweful day the postman brought the brothers a letter. Thier sons had been killed in battle...by each other. They felt an anguish so deep it could make Chuck Norris cry(if Chuck Norris had tear ducts that is). Not being able to see each other without seeing thier dead sons, Francois moved up North with his brood of mixed race children (cuz apparently the Northerners were into that) and were never heard from again. Pierre remained in Alabama and lives there to this day.
And that my friends is the story of our Great Great whomever they are. Can you see the resemblance?
Long live the Frenglish!
*Disclaimer: None of the above actually happened except for the fact that there were once two brothers named Francios and Pierre. XP
The Roach of Death
No sleep for you!
Erica---"ok I am literally paralyzed no sleep tonight, A cockroach fell out of nowhere and landed on my bed. like literally dropped from the sky. onto my bed. it made a *plop* noise and everything. it ran under my dressed after i screamed and sent it flying across the room. I will not sleep til its dead."
Nadia--"XD I think I am going to pee my pants...that is awesome."
Erica--How is that awesome? It's a roach!
Nadia--I am just laughing really hard at you right now....it fell from the sky.
Erica--it did. i was sitting there watchin tv next thing i know i hear a plop on my bed and i was and its sitting there. it had the same WTF look on its face that i had. i almost felt bad killing him but he almost crawled on my pillow and just no. right now he is sitting under a 5 lb weight where he belongs. omg what if it had fallen on my head? and where did he come from? i barely put the furniture back in here last night.
Erica--it wasn't even the flying kind.
Nadia--I can't believe you were scared of a roach. I would have just chased it from the room like "be free roachy!"
Erica--No have a pathological fear of them, they are evil and slimy and gross and it almost touched my pillow than i would have roach face. tomorrow when i get the courage to clean up his body im gonna have to sterilize my weights. i won't work out with them till they are clean. i already changed my sheets.
Nadia--You are a freak. Now you can't make fun of my weird habits. I fear spiders but i at least am almost normal about it.
Erica--You didn't get attacked by a mutant roach when you were 9.
Nadia-- No but Adam Ward and this kid Anthony threw about 5 of them into my hair in the 7th grade...
Erica--roaches? omg ew ew ew ew. Roach hair! omg ew!
Nadia--Totally proves I am a bad ass though because I only screamed a little...luckily swim that night succesfully killed the germs. YAY chlorine!
Erica--ew ew ew ew ew that is so gross. i would pass out and cry if that happened to me.
Nadia--well that is because you my dear sister are what we call a wimp....you are like a billion times bigger than any roach...even mutant ones.
Erica--yeah but they have all the bacteria on them.
Nadia--The toilet bowl alone has mroe bacteria than a cockroach. Yet you use that everyday.
Erica--it doesn't actually, on the whole toilet bowls are cleaner than cellphones, however roaches carry a sewer full of germs.
Nadia-- Touche
Erica-- indeed lol
*this is why my sister and I deserve our own tv show or something....tell me you were not at least once amused whilst reading this. HAHAHA I love our conversations.
Erica---"ok I am literally paralyzed no sleep tonight, A cockroach fell out of nowhere and landed on my bed. like literally dropped from the sky. onto my bed. it made a *plop* noise and everything. it ran under my dressed after i screamed and sent it flying across the room. I will not sleep til its dead."
Nadia--"XD I think I am going to pee my pants...that is awesome."
Erica--How is that awesome? It's a roach!
Nadia--I am just laughing really hard at you right now....it fell from the sky.
Erica--it did. i was sitting there watchin tv next thing i know i hear a plop on my bed and i was and its sitting there. it had the same WTF look on its face that i had. i almost felt bad killing him but he almost crawled on my pillow and just no. right now he is sitting under a 5 lb weight where he belongs. omg what if it had fallen on my head? and where did he come from? i barely put the furniture back in here last night.
Erica--it wasn't even the flying kind.
Nadia--I can't believe you were scared of a roach. I would have just chased it from the room like "be free roachy!"
Erica--No have a pathological fear of them, they are evil and slimy and gross and it almost touched my pillow than i would have roach face. tomorrow when i get the courage to clean up his body im gonna have to sterilize my weights. i won't work out with them till they are clean. i already changed my sheets.
Nadia--You are a freak. Now you can't make fun of my weird habits. I fear spiders but i at least am almost normal about it.
Erica--You didn't get attacked by a mutant roach when you were 9.
Nadia-- No but Adam Ward and this kid Anthony threw about 5 of them into my hair in the 7th grade...
Erica--roaches? omg ew ew ew ew. Roach hair! omg ew!
Nadia--Totally proves I am a bad ass though because I only screamed a little...luckily swim that night succesfully killed the germs. YAY chlorine!
Erica--ew ew ew ew ew that is so gross. i would pass out and cry if that happened to me.
Nadia--well that is because you my dear sister are what we call a wimp....you are like a billion times bigger than any roach...even mutant ones.
Erica--yeah but they have all the bacteria on them.
Nadia--The toilet bowl alone has mroe bacteria than a cockroach. Yet you use that everyday.
Erica--it doesn't actually, on the whole toilet bowls are cleaner than cellphones, however roaches carry a sewer full of germs.
Nadia-- Touche
Erica-- indeed lol
*this is why my sister and I deserve our own tv show or something....tell me you were not at least once amused whilst reading this. HAHAHA I love our conversations.
Pictures Pictures Pictures
Here are some Photo Updates of my Life
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| Katie, Zach, Nadia, and Robert...our feet |
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| On the Matterhorn..<3 Our Family |
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| He was excited to be there...Jungle Cruise was his first ride |
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| Isn't he a pretty mermaid? |
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| It's Love |
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| Star Tours was closed :( Poor Robert haha |
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| One of my favorite pictures of our family haha |
Our Twisted Little Family
So Katie, Zach, Robert, and I headed to California in my car (which didn't have air conditioning the entire time) on August 6, 2010 for a weekend of fun in the sun. We spent the whole way out there laughing and singing and just getting pumped for the vacation. We hit SoCal and suddenly were relieved that it was not 100 and some odd change degrees outside. In fact...we were COLD! Seriously it was probably only like 75 degrees but whoo nelly was I chilly. I felt so grown up though checking into the hotel (which I booked by myself) and I certainly was excited to be there with them all. That first day we walked around the mall near the hotel and looked and different shops. We were tired from traveling and had a long day at Disneyland the next day. That evening we were getting ready for bed and the guys were sitting trying to figure out what we were doing as far as sleeping arrangements. As it turns out Katie and Zach shared a bed and Robert and I shared the other. It was funny because Robert and I divied up the blankets and soon made our own seperate cocoons....I know...the couple doesn't share but the just friends did.
Disneyland was AMAZING! We got on the Matterhorn 3 times, Splash Mountain we got on 4, and we even got on the Finding Nemo ride as well as Space Mountain and a lot of other rides. We hit all the big ones and a few small ones. We had so much fun just running around and taking pictures and riding rides. Robert had never been and seriously his inner child was free and happy that whole day hahaha needless to say when we got to the hotel that night we all crashed and were so tired. We spent the whole day there and pretty much were hungover from Disneyland the rest of the weekend.
Sunday we went down to San Diego. We spent a few hours ot Capistrano Beach were Zach played in the water, we made a sand castle thing, we even made Robert into a mermaid! After we went to Old Town San Diego and I was extremely sad when the Whaley House costed money....we ended up not going in but the trip was eventful as Zach bought mad libs and we naturally made them as perverted as possible. I mean "Giraffes have smutty ears that are sensitve to the faintest lesbians" says it all. Monday we checked out of the hotel and headed towards Rose Hills cemetery to lay some flowers on my grandpa's grave. We were there and grandma pulls up all ready to yell at the strangers on her husbands grave when she realized it was me and my friends. She was so shocked, but happy. It was good seeing her and I was glad she got to meet Robert. We all at at the Sizzler and than headed home to Nevada.
This weekend made my year. I love our twisted little family and I know we are all going to have so many more adventures together. On thursday we are going to the Children's Discovery Museum in Vegas and watching Vampires Suck. Am I excited? HELLS YEAH!!! These guys ( and girl) are seriously so amazing. We really are a little family and we all enjoy each other's company. I am glad I have friends like them.
Disneyland was AMAZING! We got on the Matterhorn 3 times, Splash Mountain we got on 4, and we even got on the Finding Nemo ride as well as Space Mountain and a lot of other rides. We hit all the big ones and a few small ones. We had so much fun just running around and taking pictures and riding rides. Robert had never been and seriously his inner child was free and happy that whole day hahaha needless to say when we got to the hotel that night we all crashed and were so tired. We spent the whole day there and pretty much were hungover from Disneyland the rest of the weekend.
Sunday we went down to San Diego. We spent a few hours ot Capistrano Beach were Zach played in the water, we made a sand castle thing, we even made Robert into a mermaid! After we went to Old Town San Diego and I was extremely sad when the Whaley House costed money....we ended up not going in but the trip was eventful as Zach bought mad libs and we naturally made them as perverted as possible. I mean "Giraffes have smutty ears that are sensitve to the faintest lesbians" says it all. Monday we checked out of the hotel and headed towards Rose Hills cemetery to lay some flowers on my grandpa's grave. We were there and grandma pulls up all ready to yell at the strangers on her husbands grave when she realized it was me and my friends. She was so shocked, but happy. It was good seeing her and I was glad she got to meet Robert. We all at at the Sizzler and than headed home to Nevada.
This weekend made my year. I love our twisted little family and I know we are all going to have so many more adventures together. On thursday we are going to the Children's Discovery Museum in Vegas and watching Vampires Suck. Am I excited? HELLS YEAH!!! These guys ( and girl) are seriously so amazing. We really are a little family and we all enjoy each other's company. I am glad I have friends like them.
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