Sunday, December 20, 2009

Locked out!

Thursday night I was headed to work. I left my apartment, making sure to lock the door behind me. As I walked down the hallway of my apartment building I realized that I had forgotten my car keys. I turned back to go get them and then thought... SHIT.... Like most people I keep all of my keys together on a key chain, which means I was locked out of my apartment. I had heard that it is sometimes possible to pop a door lock with a laminated card, so I pulled out my bus pass and began attempting to break into my apartment. This was a bit awkward for because I don't really know any of the people who live in the other 28 apartments in my building and for the first time in the six months that I've lived here I actually saw the people I live with. Well, I eventually arrived at the conclusion that I wasn't getting anywhere with my bus pass and called my land lord who came and let me in.

So.... Friday night I had absolutely nothing to do (lame, right?) so I decided to make my bi-monthly appearance at the gym. I left my apartment, making sure to lock the door behind me, and immediately thought.... SHIT! I had done it again! I really didn't want to call my landlord because I was still recovering from the previous night's embarrassment, and so I pulled out my library card (I don't know how I ended up with my library card, but not my keys) and tried once again to break in. No luck. I finally broke down and called my landlord. This time, though, he couldn't come to the rescue because he was out of town and wouldn't be back until the next afternoon. And what made things worse was that I was only wearing shorts and a sweat shirt. I couldn't go outside because it was freezing, I couldn't drive anywhere, and I couldn't get into my apartment. So I hung out in the hallway and tried to be inconspicuous. I eventually called my friend Basil, who happens to be a super hero, and he said he'd be over as soon as he could. Thirty minutes later he pulled up in his Volvo with a ladder tied on top, a trunk full of tools, and a beer for each of us. About four minutes later, I was crawling through a window into my bedroom. Thank you Basil for rescuing me.

So.... Saturday I took my keys with me every time I left the apartment. Sunday, however, was not as successful. I was hungry and wanted to eat pizza. So, I picked up my keys, set them back down (I don't know why), walked out of the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind me, and thought... SHIT. Well, this time I was determined to get back in on my own. I didn't call my landlord. I didn't call Basil. I didn't try my library card. I walked to the store, bought a screwdriver for $1.59, borrowed a chair from the back porch to stand on, and broke in through my window all on my own. I am a bit embarrassed about locking myself out of my apartment three times in four days, but I am also pretty damn proud that I was finally able to break in all on my own.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Nanny's Three Dakotas

My great grandma (we call her Nanny) just turned 92 years old. Despite her age she is still as fun as ever. She recently got a new dog- a white poodle named Dakota. A few years ago she adopted a stray cat- which she named Dakota. About the same time that she adopted the cat, her black poodle that she had had for about fifteen years passed away. Its name was Dakota. She had it cremated and it now resides in a pot on the coffee table. She lives with three Dakotas- a dog, a cat, and the remains of what once was a dog. Love you Nanny! Happy Birthday!