Monthly Archives: June 2011

Harry and the Potters

A few months ago, while browsing the impressive collection of music CDs at the library, I came across an indie-looking album that struck my eye.  The band’s name: Harry and the Potters.  SOLD.  I excitedly popped the CD in for the drive home.  It was pretty much as expected: lackluster indie rock redeemed by humorous, well-researched lyrics.  I enjoyed the album, but not enough to rip it to my computer, and so, in a matter of 2 weeks, Harry and the Potters came into and out of my life.

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Fast forward to about a week ago.  Family friend and AbsolutelyAndrew Endorsed Blogger, Kara announced on Facebook that a band called Harry and the Potters would be playing a free show at the library.  The name sounded familiar, so I looked it up and realized it was in fact the same band I had discovered months earlier.  I needed no convincing.  We were going.

The show was pretty much incredible.  Evidently Harry and the Potters has quite the cult following, comprised mostly of high school students with a few 20 and 30 somethings.  These people were just as entertaining to watch as the band was.  I told Kara that we should rock-paper-scissor for blogging rights to the event, but she said we could both do it and link to each other.  So here I am, competing with a NANOWRIMO winner…

 

 

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Unfortunately, This is the best picture I have.  From left to right: Harry Potter, Harry Potter, and Sirius Black

 

Omaha Readers! These guys are playing at the Omaha Library on July 2nd!

Nasty Carpet (Not an innuendo, I promise)

In the 8 months that Tara and I have lived in our rental house, we’ve been pleased with just about everything except the living/dining room carpet.  The people that lived there before us evidently had a small dog that peed all over the carpet.  Stains are one thing, but this stunk.  It was this weird, subtle smell that you don’t notice right away (part of the reason why we didn’t notice it when we looked at the house), but was practically overwhelming once you catch a whiff of it.  After months of fighting a loosing battle with the odor with home remedies as well as professional cleaning, we were ready for drastic measures.  Aware that there was a hard wood floor under the carpet thanks to a neighbor that knew the previous owners, I called the landlord and got permission to rip up the carpet.

The whole project couldn’t have gone better.  The floor under the carpet is immaculate, or as immaculate as it can be for being circa 1920.  No nasty surprises—we had the carpet ripped up, hauled out, tack strips ripped up, and the floor polished in 4 hours. Thus, like the dryer, Tara asked: “So why couldn’t we have done this months ago?”

 

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Lovely color, isn’t it?

 

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The process begins

 

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You can see the stains!  Even the pad was disgusting.

 

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Amazing wood floor that never should have been covered up

 

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Goodbye tack strips

 

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The final steps

 

I guess I don’t have any pictures of the finished floor with the furniture back in place.  Oh well.  Next step will be to replace those old ratty curtains.

 

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Tara saw the title and said: “Aandreeewww!”

Things You Do When You’re Married (that you didn’t before):

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1.  Discuss whether you will be brushing teeth before or after.

2.  Gym, shower, beer, and Red Box movie is a perfect Friday evening.

3.  Split off from your family at the mall to go into Victoria’s Secret with your wife.

4.  Look at lingerie in VS and be 100% comfortable with it.

5.  Call for a timeout during foreplay to go fart in the other room.  Better safe than sorry, right?

6.  Send a text to your sister-in-law that simply says “Pooping” for absolutely no reason.

7.  Call your wife’s office and become a strange combination of giddy, proud, and aroused when she answers in her professional voice.

8.  Miss home even on a one-nighter with the guys.

9.  Get excited about 500 thread count sheets.

10.  You actually use your wine stoppers.

11.  You realize there really is such a thing as being too tired.