More strange things about me and Julie

I love spy stuff. I love spy movies and tv shows and the spy museum in D.C. If it didn't involve lying and guns, I'd totally be spy. So it makes sense that I would love the show, Chuck. I didn't start watching until the second season was started, so I had to netflix the first season and get caught up. Julie and I both just loved it. The hilarious comedic timing, the nerdiness of many of the characters, and the good natured attitudes of the 'good guys' really made me excited to watch it.

Julie bought the first season on DVD so that we could watch it again and as we were finishing up an episode I had an epiphany, "Julie, we are Chuck and Morgan!" "No!" She replied. "Think about it, we're best friends who know everything about each other. We are total nerds like they are, but in a Jane Austen kind of way" [although we do like out share of Sci-Fi and we laugh at all of the nerd references...] "Seriously, we can quote every line from every Jane Austen film and from most classic musicals and if you had a fake spy boyfriend, he would come to our Halloween party dressed as Mr. Darcy and we would both drool over him."

She laughed and then we had to make the difficult decision, who was Chuck and who was Morgan? Neither of us really want to be Morgan. Julie has imdb in her head. She can recall any movie someone has been in just by seeing their name in the credits. It's like have a flash from the intersect. I have a ridiculously busy schedule that sometimes makes my friends and relatives frustrated because I am not always available when needed, just like Chuck. Neither of us was betrayed by our college roommate (we were each other's roommate). We couldn't decide so we are calling ourselves Muck and Chorgan. It just seemed fair.

Also on the strange roommate front, Julie and I went kayaking this last week. It didn't end in death or dismemberment, but it was pretty close. We borrowed Uncle Dal's kayaks and went from the Balboa bay to the bouey at the mouth of the bay. This is our usual route and it was a perfect day for it. The sun was shining and the water wasn't crowded at all.

As we neared the mouth of the bay and started entering the ocean, the wind picked up and the waves started white capping. "Is it a little rough out here?" Julie asked.

"No, we'll be fine. It's not that bad," I replied in my snobbish confidence I have whenever I talk about the ocean.

"So I'm not going to capsize?"

"No, just keep your boat perpendicular to the waves and you'll be fine."

A wave came and splashed over Julie, covering her with water. We both laughed over it and hoped that she would dry by the time we got back. We turned toward the bouey, angling our boats a little awkwardly. Julie turned to say something to me and suddenly she was flipped around, upside down.

I hate to admit that my first thought was, Can she breathe? but then I instantly thought, I don't want to jump in and get wet!

Julie swam to my kayak and I paddled her back to hers. I flipped it over and rescued her sweater. I then wedged Julie in between my kayak and hers. She pushed on the inner sides of my kayak and hers while I balanced it out by pressing on the outer edges of each. She pulled herself in and miraculously we were successful on our first try without so much as a splash. I was able to rescue one of her flip flops and we paddled back slowly to the bay.

I was impressed with our ability to remain calm and to get back in the boat. God certainly was helping us because I had no idea what I was doing. We had a pathetic walk of shame back to the beach house barefoot and dripping wet, Julie more so than I. We also had some good laughs about how lightly we took the warnings of others that morning about being careful and getting wet.

Later Uncle Dal commented on how the wind looked pretty strong and he wasn't sure if he would have gone out to the ocean in such conditions. Despite the harrowing experience, it was actually a lovely day. I was reminded of my constant admonition from my father every time we surfed together, "Be afraid of the ocean." It may be beautiful and a wonderful and relaxing place to play, but you should never lose your fear of its power and strength.

I'll let you know when Muck and Chorgan strike again.

My roommate and I are really funny.

I've written about this before. Julie and I are stinkin' hilarious. I realized this again as we were frantically Christmas shopping today. We are really entertaining shoppers. Seriously, while we shop, people have said, "I wish that I had as much fun as you girls do." Here are some examples of how we have fun shopping:

1) While wandering through Lighthouse (a Christian bookstore) we picked up cheesy christian romance novels and read the backs of them with mocking inflections and laughed at the stupidest ones - and then purchased them. People were looking at us from across the store and laughing with us - not at us. My favorites were "The Falconer" where in one sentence we find out about the main character's nicknames, previous profession, height, build, personality, and goals as an abolitionist in England (that is one powerful first sentence) and one about a girl born into a powerful governor's family and a pirate princess! So great!

2) We sang along to the same Christmas songs even when those songs weren't playing. For example, one song was playing and Julie remembered the song "Last Christmas" so we sang that while an entirely different song was playing. It was impressive that we stayed in key.

3) We went to K-mart because it was close by and then immediately decided to go to Target. We silently understood that we are Target snobs.

4) While at Target we pushed Twilight on people including a woman who works there. It seems that wherever I go I tell people that they should read the book. Julie and I agreed that we should get some sort of commission from the author.

5) We tried to help a woman find baby Christmas dresses in infant sizes. We were unsuccessful, but I think the woman was encouraged by having others agree that it was strange to not have any there.

6) While at Tilly's, we tried to convince the one male working there that he should read Twilight, thus having more to talk about with his female coworkers.

7) We paid for dinner with quarters. (Not entirely, but there were a lot of them).

8) We went to several Game Stops. Nothing fun about this except that we were reminded of Julie's mom who questioned the existence of such stores, "They have stores where they only sell games? Do they close down after Christmas?" After we left, I said to Julie, "What a nice store. It's too bad that they are only open seasonally." To which Julie replied, "Well, games aren't that big a business." Somehow, Julie's mom plays a big part in many of our jokes.

9) The entire time we shop, there is a running dialogue. It's like shopping in an episode of Gilmore Girls or "His Girl, Friday".

I feel like I have not adequately expressed how much fun we have while shopping, but seriously, you should join us. We know how to get it done and have a great time doing it.