Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Nothing more needs to be said…

I’ve always loved the Harry Potter movies, but had only managed to get through the 1st book. I started reading it in high school, and managed it fairly well, but when I tried to read the second one, I was in college, and I failed miserably. I found it hard to find the time to read a book for pleasure when I had loads of work in class, and responsibilities for SGA/ church/ life.

Now that I’m out of school, the evenings are free, which is good. Inspired by my lovely friend, Janette Parker(… SOON TO BE PLATTER!!!!!) I decided to read the entire series of books before the premier of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 came out in theaters.

Let’s just say, if I didn’t already love Harry Potter, I do now. It’s amazing how much detail and thought went into the stories! I loved the movies, but after reading the first 3 books, and being about 1/3 of the way into the 4th book, the story has made even more sense to me, and I have become a little consumed in the story. Believe it or not, I’ve been having dreams about Harry Potter- we’re best friends. Fighting dementors, sneaking around the castle, and drinking pumpkin juice while wearing our cozy Gryffindor sweaters are common occurances for us… no biggie.

I am so excited for the premier of the movie. I am certianly glad that I have kept my Hermione costume from Halloween my freshman year, because it will definitely be worn this November! Just saw the trailor this morning, and wanted to share it with you. Thank you @janetteparker via @emwatson for this extremely exciting clip:




Cops at 4AM

Yesterday, Tomy and I had the privilege (HA!) of waking up at 4AM to the sound of cops barging in our apartment. Here’s the story as told by my non-abusive husband:

About 4:20 this morning, my wife Mendy and I slowly stirred to the sound of distant knocking. We were in the bedroom of our apartment with the door closed and two high-power fans running, so the knocking seemed especially far away. Because it sounded so far away, we both agreed that it was coming from a different apartment and ignored it. After about ten minutes of sporadic knocking, I finally got up to inspect and by the time I got to the peep-hole, there was no one outside. As I feared, our puppy Zimri who sleeps in the living room in his kennel thought it was time to get up and started whimpering (which is partially why I avoided going to inspect the knocking sooner).

After confirming that the knocking was coming from a different apartment, we both went back to bed and tried to get the most of the time we had left to sleep. A short five minutes later (Zimri whimpering most of those five minutes), we heard the knocking again. This time I immediately got up and checked the peep-hole again. Nothing. About 20-25 minutes went by and I was just almost asleep again when suddenly we heard our front door open which caused our bedroom door to slam shut due to the pressure change (it was only open an inch or so). Instantly I shot out of bed and ran to the living room hoping that I wasn’t about to have to fend off some would-be-attackers. I truthfully probably would have preferred the attackers.

I was met in the living room with two bright flashlights shining in my face and a booming voice telling me to sit on the couch and summoning Mendy from the bedroom. They immediately informed us that they were there on a domestic disturbance call and began to check Mendy’s face and neck for bruises. They went on to question us about the fight we had apparently had just a few minutes prior. Obviously we both denied it because the only fighting we had done within the hour was fighting to get back to sleep from the annoying knocking. They scolded us for not opening the door for them and encouraged Mendy to press charges against me. After we continued to insist that they must be mistaken, they informed us that the tenant below us who called in the domestic disturbance was a police officer himself and asked if we were implying that he was lying.

I kept trying to tell the officer that I wasn’t intending to call the man a liar, I was simply suggesting that he must be mistaken as to the source of the noises. Because the bedroom in our apartment doesn’t share a single wall with a neighbor, they insisted that there was no way he could have made a mistake. Eventually they called him up and he explained that the brutal beating he had heard was an outrage (with which I certainly agreed) and that he wouldn’t stand for it. To him it was a shame that Mendy wouldn’t press charges so that they could rescue her from this abusive situation. Once I realized that they weren’t going to believe us no matter what we said and once they realized that I wasn’t going to admit to beating my wife or Mendy to being beaten, they left and Mendy and I sat on our couch for about 20-25 minutes feeling confused, shaken, violated and generally upset; I took Zimri down to use the restroom. As I descended the steps I saw that the cops (including the one that lived below us) had reconvened outside on the ground level. To my horror, they were summoning me again.

I walked Zimri over to where they were just knowing that I was going to be arrested. After a few moments of puzzled staring, the man who lives below us apologized stating that he had apparently been confused. I’ll say! We live on the third floor in our apartment complex and apparently the unfortunate incident that  had taken place had occurred in the apartment directly below him rather than in ours. He and the other officers apologized profusely and explained that 80-90% of the domestic disturbance calls received by the police are denied by both the husband and wife. For some sad reason the abused wife will lie for her husband and cover for him so they thought that was what was going on.

It felt good to know that I wasn’t going to have to pass my downstairs neighbor every day in the parking lot and have him think I am a wife abuser. He promised he’d be back when he left our apartment, but hopefully now that it has been cleared up he’ll only visit for coffee and cupcakes!

I love my wife and I’d never do that to her! (Hopefully the rest of our neighbors read that statement and accept our apologies for the screaming police officers in our apartment this morning).

House Hunters: A Tale of First Time Homebuyers

It’s official. Tomy and I are looking for a house. Of course, we have only just begun… which means that months of research, open houses, tours, and negotiating is ahead of us. Bring it. I’m prepared (I think) for the challenge.

So far, we’ve looked at a few homes in the area where we’re interested, which was enough to release the worms from the can. If I wasn’t sure how much I love real estate before this week, I am certain of my feelings now. I love it.

I got so excited on Monday night, that I sat with my nose in my textbook from college for hours. I studied, ran figures, and drank enough coffee to keep me up all night thinking through all of the different scenarios we could try- just to make sure I knew my stuff before going any further. Needless to say, I’m excited.

The business student inside of me would love to just talk about interest rates, the buyer’s market, and a whole bunch of other financing topics, but I will refrain because the artistic soul inside of me is screaming for attention. That’s right. I have also been pouring over photo after photo of homes online and dreaming of all the wonderful things I could do with the “bones” of each home.

Built-in bookshelves, I will cover you with books and beautiful accessories. Livingroom, I will repaint old furniture and fill you with character. Porch, I will put a bistro table and a pot of flowers on you. Front door, I will paint you red and put down a lovely mat outside. Walls, I will PAINT you a bold and beautiful color… possibly throw in a wall with subtle stripes (made possible by using different gloss finishes).

Can you tell why I’m totally in my element when we’re looking for homes? I get to nurture both the nerdy side and the fun side of my personality. Good thing I’m like Lady Gaga and have a killer poker face. BTW: That’s the only thing, and I mean ONLY thing that I have in common with that woman.

Housing market, here we come!

A Bad Case of the Mondays

It seemed like yesterday, everything that could go wrong, did. Why is it that Mondays are so difficult to get through? Even if you had an AWESOME day, there’s something about a Monday that just reminds you that you will never have your best day ever- even if you win the lottery!

To start off my day, my car wouldn’t start, causing me to have to drive Tomy to work and then head to my office, which of course made me late. My day was filled with a pile of urgent matters, and my first angered phone call in this job. It was the perfect day for that to finally come. Someone kick me while I’m down, please.

The funny things is: at the end of the day, I’m still a child of God. Even though I have been verbally thrashed, loaded with work, and left with a car that wouldn’t start, the Creator of the Universe still couldn’t wait to spend time with me as I prayed to Him. He still gave me value even though others wouldn’t. To top it off, He still allowed me to have a wonderful evening with the one I love the most here on earth- my husband.

When you think about it, a bad case of the Mondays isn’t as bad as it seems. Even if everything is still stripped away, just the fact that I am a child of God and that I have the privilege to share His love with those that I meet is enough for me to be content. I may not always be happy, but I will always be filled with the joy that can only come from knowing that I am relentlessly loved by my Creator.

Bad case of the Mondays? Pish posh… You are a child of God.

Hello world!

In an attempt to blog more. I have started fresh with a new blog site.

Since my last blogs, I’ve graduated from SNU, married the man of my dreams, and started working full time.

Whoah, life. Bring it.

This is my life. These are my thoughts. Enjoy!