mystery solved

So right now we are across the country spending some time with Kenz and Tyler (yea!), and we've already had such a good time, doing things like eating at Ben's Chili Bowl, staring at Amish people and devoting much of our time deciding what food to eat. We sent for our twin DNA test results a few weeks ago, and after staring at the letter for a few days (for some reason we were hesitant to actually open it) we made a double layer cake and decided we were ready. After about 10 minutes of discussing how we would open it, we handed it to Jon and went through various nervous coping mechanisms. And this is what happened...



It's silly to watch this (silly) video and even wonder what the results were, based on how we do things like make the exact same pitch of shriek, but we were raised being told that we were fraternal so this was a big deal to us. Not to offend any fraternal twins, but being identical is pretty rad (and rare). Jon and Tyler were so nervous and had likely hatched a plan for how to deal with us if the results weren't what we wanted, but luckily we didn't have to think about that.
No test result would change the bond that we have with each other, but this makes me love being a twin even more.

Old man smile, or sneer? I can't tell. Too many wrinkles.

Yesterday I was pulling into our parking space when I realized I was a little close to the dumpster. Then I hit it with my front bumper, leaving a bright green scrape mark. The condo association president, Ray, was a few feet away spraying for weeds. After I got out of the car he told me, "I knew you'd make it." The funny thing was, I clearly did not make it, but hit the dumpster about two yards from his face. This could be related to the fact that he is probably 92 years old, or he was being sarcastic, his hostility originating from when I made him come out to check the washing machine because I could not get a load to start for two days. Then I realized I was using a Canadian quarter the whole time, (after he asked after the second phone call, "Do ya think you have a Canadian quarter in there?") and I confessed this, making it known his trip to the complex and testing of the machine completely pointless. Touche, Ray.

First Day of Spring

The day Portlanders reluctantly come outdoors, blinking at that huge bright thing that creates heat that is called "the sun." We forgot it existed for a few months, but we don't take it for granted. Jon probably can think of better things than studying for finals outside, but hand sewing in the sun probably tops my list.

Pinkies out!

One spring break long ago, my grandparents took me and my siblings to the Oregon coast, where we visited Keiko the killer whale from Free Willy. We also stopped by a large mansion (I believe the Pittock Mansion here in Portland?), and my grandma took me and my sister to a tea house nearby. I think I remember the tea tasting funny, (and thinking when the food came, "that's all?") but it was one of the most memorable moments of the trip for me.

A few weeks ago my friends chose to go to a tea house for a joint birthday party, and I didn't know what to expect. My first thought was "man, that's girly." But I like my friends, and I dressed in my most grandma, tea-party-esque dress for the occasion. (To show even more how much I like my friends, I washed my hair.)

No need to worry. It was AWESOME. The herbal teas were super good, I ate tiny sandwiches with the crusts cut off, and I felt like I was living in the tea party Kenz and I (and our trolls) would pretend to have in our room when we were eight. Lesson learned: Super girly does not always mean super gag-inducing.

I could have imagined more interesting teacups, but you can't ask for perfection.

to do

*exchange stuff at forever 21 (not a success) and anthro (success! new owner of blue tights!)
       [also, can I say that my parallel parking job (third try) downtown was a thing of beauty.]
*clean bathroom
*make soft pretzels (which are related to my latest obsession, the bagel)
*fill out enrichment reimbursement sheet (craft night done!)
*order twin zygosity test 

 So that last one's a little unusual.

 

For those that care, this is me with a baby bump. For those that don't, this is a picture of me playing air guitar. Air saxophone didn't turn out so well. And, did you know that flutes and saxophones are keyed the same? (ahem Mackenzie) Crazy awesome.