In which we recieve the worst corking of our lives

On Friday, the Professor, Gawain, Froggy, and I all enjoyed a nice evening at Green Lake. The weather was beautiful, although a little chilly, and it was nice to be together. The only problem was that Professor X was coming down with a cold, and coughing, and making me quite anxious to finish the 2.8 mile loop around the lake and get him in the nice warm car and home. Once in the car, we stopped at Kidd Valley and enjoyed some burgers and a shake in the car, and then proceeded home. We decided to cut through the city because there was horrible Mariners traffic on our usual way home.

Lucky for us, while stopped at a red light, we noticed a huge entourage of bikers going through the intersection. We realized it was some biking club that went through the city every month. Last year, we had seen them with some of our friends and one of the bikers was riding his bike NAKED! I sat up a little straighter and tried to pay attention so that I could tell my friend if I saw anything crazy. Our light turned from red, to green, and the bikers continued to go through the intersection. Gawain started getting impatient. It was a green light, and the Professor was coughing more and more. We were both a little anxious to get our precious 4 week old home. The light turns from green, to red, and we wait again for the next green light. When it comes, the bikers are still riding through. Gawain decides he's had enough, and goes around the line up of cars to get through the intersection. As we get there, instantly 5 or 6 bikers swarm around us, enraged that we would try and cross the intersection while their demonstration was going through. "ITS A GREEN LIGHT!!" yells Gawain. The bikers just look at him angrily, like they have no idea what language he is speaking or what on earth he is talking about.

As the last of the bikers go through the intersection, a couple of the our detainees yell "thanks for your patience" and follow the rest of the group. Both Gawain and I are mad! That was soooo dumb! Gawain is out for blood. He confesses that it was all he could do NOT to hit one of the bikers and knock them over. Once home, we consult the internet and discover that the group is called Critical Mass and they do their ride the last Friday of every month. What they did to us is called "Corking" and it is technically illegal! Gawain has decided next month, he is going to borrow his dad's huge truck and trailer and cork them at every intersection. Now, when ever we see a biker, on TV or in real life, both Gawain and I get a little flare of anger in our hearts over how retarded that group was to us. So much for upholding the groups' m.o. of teaching tolerance for bike riders!

Is your refrigerator running?

Yesterday, Gawain called in the morning shortly after he left for work:

Gawain: Umm Blowes just called, they are delivering the fridge today between 9 and 11.

Vesper: (looks at clock to see it is 830am, like any other normal mom at home with newborn, is still in p.j.s) Oh, well let me go then so I can take a shower really fast and clean out the fridge.

Two hours later, I am showered, dressed, the fridge has been properly de-condimentized (seriously, how do we have more condiments than actual food to eat in our fridge?), freezer has been organized for quick evacuation, and all of the magnets and drawings have been cleaned off the outside of the fridge.

It is now 30min past when I was supposed to feed the Professor. Not wanting to be caught with my shirt off, I heat up the bottle that Gawain is supposed to feed him and start feeding him. Seriously not 1 minute later, Blowes shows up with the fridge.

Way too cute to be delivery girl: Did you measure this door when measuring for the fridge?

Vesper: (Mildly horrified) Humm..actually no I didn't!

To make a really long and bitter situation really short, the fridge would not fit into the door into our kitchen. Its measurements were something like 26 and 3/4 in, and the door was about the same. Solution presented was to take off the door jam, which Blowes would not do.

Vesper (in bathroom talking to Gawain on phone): What should I have them do??

Gawain: Can't they just plug it in in the living room????

Thus how we ended up having our fridge, plugged in, in the living room. Needless to say, dinner was annoying to make last night.

Notice a not happy Professor X "mommy I hate the fridge in the living room!"

Luckily, Gawain was finally able to get the fridge into the kitchen, but that is another story for a different time.

Oopsy mommy, you messed up!

More Darth Vader Helmets than you Can Shake a Stick At

I just stumbled across (courtesy of Clicked) one of the most hilarious and awesome things I have ever seen. Apparently a group of artists have gotten together and "updated" and modified the most famous of all Sith Lord's helmets. To see the 146 (146!) photos of the various helmets that were part of this display check out their Flickr page. Also, you check out the project's MySpace page.