Chocolate Chasers.

Hi.

My name's Vera...

& I'm an addict.

 

Hi Vera.

My name's Ethel...

& I too am an addict.

 

With Easter approaching so rapidly.

the stores are filled with pastel colored candies & it is causing spring fever.

everything is so tempting..

but one thing trumps them all.

 

The candy that is most desirable is that of

The Cadbury Eggs.

 

Nothing can quite compare to the hard sugar shell.

with a crunch that makes your mouth water just thinking about it.

the chocolate melts so smooth...

the taste is truly heaven sent.

 

This candy,
though its taste can be categorized as heavenly...
is also devilish
this candy causes our wallets to cry but our stomachs wanting more.

It is an addiction & we are far from fighting it.

 

On one occasion.

Vera decided to work out.

you know get that summer bod & what not.

 

She put in the ever so grueling "insanity" disc & began to sweat.

Now,

it is not entirely clear what happened next,

it could have been hallucinations,

the unopened Cadbury Eggs that were under her bed began to taunt her.

 

Knowing that she had to be stronger than to stoop down & eat them.

She tried to fight it.

 

The temptation was too strong & the eggs looked so lonely.

The bag was fiercely ripped open.

She began to eat one with every water break.

Soon that wasn't enough.

 

A pile was placed on the floor & with every push-up

one was eaten.

She saw it as motivation.

 

Running was fine except for the fact that with each arm swing

one was placed in her mouth with each oscillating hand.

 

Nothing could stop this chocolate craving monster...

that is until the bag was completely empty

& there was still 23 minutes left of the insanity workout.

 

...

 

This time of year is always a low one.

Cadbury eggs are our weakness.

& no one can possibly get fit when there that constant longing for that chocolaty goodness literally 3 minutes from your house.

 

 

We can't fight it.

We will try to hide it.

 

but there goes Vera & Ethel-smell.

Hopping down the Fatty Trail.

Hippity-Hoppity

cellulite's on its way.

 

 

We are individualist...We do what we want.



Valentines Day

Love.

Valentines=Love.

Valentines=Chocolate.

Valentines=Mattress Slides.

Valentines=Flowers.

 

Valentines=Valentines.

Easy enough.

This year Valentines was slim on the date side..
Same as every year.

But did that stop us from having a party??

Heavens No.

Here is a recap of our Valentines Extravaganzas.

queue the photos:

Spontaneous Photo Shoot.

Tandem Bike Ride in our Footie Jammies.
Merv....we are cheating on you.
sorry you had to find out this way...

 Mattress Sliding.

Oh.
& thanks to our fan club
{mostly men}
for the lovely flowers.

We'd say it was a pretty good day.

We are individualists...We do what we want.



^High Risk^

If there is one thing that is on our

"Favorite Things To Do" list.

 

Night Hikes are on it.

What's more fun than walking aimlessly through the dark on a path?

nothing.

Up a canyon close by our home there is a well known trail that leads to a place called
The Wind Caves.

A classic title for a cave that wind blows through
 don't you think?

Well anyway
that was on the agenda for one night.
although it was sporadic,
we were ready to concur the bitter cold winter night.

All of our posse gathered together to climb this mountain.
equipped with flashlights, goodies & a boarder line positive attitude.

Now.
The first little bit was fine..
nothing to treacherous.
Just some mud & steep cliffs.

Forgetting that it was still considered to be winter....
we also forgot about the massive ice build-up.
That was possibly starting to melt.

Whatevs.

That little bit of information didn't come till later.

Anyway.
The path started to become for slick, icy and more steep with every step.
The only thing going through our heads was,
"Don't fall. Don't do anything stupid.  Holy Crud. How are we going to get down?"

Not knowing who to confide in with these problems we held our breath & kept on truckin'
because everyone else was moving with confidence.

After a good hour of hiking,
or more,
or less.
We honestly couldn't tell you...
for our thoughts consisted of nothing but
"Please do not let us die like this. We are young & have so much to live for."

we finally reached the top of the mountain where apparently everyone wanted to be.
it was the most happening place in the canyon.
 probably.

& to think we thought that we were crazy hiking up there.
I guess its safe to say that "crazy" is contagious.

A fire was made at the top where our good friends helped provided us with banana boats.
Let us now be defined as:
First Time Banana Boaters.
& now they are an addiction.

Ethel Ray has always had a constant hankering for chocolate chips & Vera has the same problem only with anything that is edible.
So this treat tailored to all of our needs.

The top of the mountain was peaceful & full of laughter.
Camp was then taken down.
& everyone was ready to go down the mountain.

Everyone but us.

Wanting to be the caboose of this friendship train was our first intention.
figuring that it was not the most brilliant idea we aimed for the middle in between strong men that could catch us if we fell.

This started out great.
Everyone was helping each other & we were all making great progress...
on dirt-mud.

The ice was slowly approaching. 
We grasped onto anything within reach.

Ethel was struggling because in all reality she has never been a fan of declines.
& Vera has a screaming problem that would potentially start an avalanche...
That's where this whole "high risk" business comes into play.

The avalanche probability was almost 90% when we went up there...
This was indeed unknowingly.
Ethel was later confronted by her father expressing his concern about vigorous hiking activity & specifically not to hike the wind caves...
the next morning.
after we safely arrived home.
no harm.
no foul.
 right?

The "strong" men that we decided to place ourselves between were no help whatsoever.
They were falling more than we were & doing stupid things all the way down the mountain.
boys will be boys, we guess.

So.
Matters had to fall into our own hands.
If no one was going to help us then we needed to think fast about how this situation would pan out.

From our prior experiences we concluded on the fact that we are really good at sliding.
we have had many adventures where that was what saved us.
so anytime there was a thump or a scream from anyone other than us,
which was quite a regular occurrence,
we sat down where we were & began to wiggle our way to victory.
in perfect synchronization no less.

We made it down the mountain in a lot longer time than it took to get up it.
but we were safe.

& funny enough as it was,
we weren't the ones who ended up with bruises, scrapes or a rip in their pants.

Only a huge mud stain will be permanently engraved in our long-johns.

We concurred the mountain.
Were fed bounties of chocolate chips.
& made it out alive.

We would say that is a job well done.
Because we didn't even get hurt,
& in all honesty it was a little surprising.

eh.
sometimes other people need to experience some embarrassment.

 

We are individualist...We do what we want.

This post is dedicated to Spencer's Pants...May they R.I.P.



H-Core B-Ball

Sports have not always been our forte.

Vera ran Cross Country & Ethel pretended she was good at them,

but in all reality she was a janitor.

 

The time came for ward basketball to start.

This would be our time to shine seeing as the previous years we were ineligible to play.

 

Apparently,

piggyback rides, plugging peoples noses & being "aggressive"

cause people to bench you for approximately 4 years.

 

We got really good at playing bench.

We definitely brought the spirit.

 

With this new college atmosphere though,

we were able to re-blossom.

find our inner basketball player.

 

Long story short.

We stink.

We can't even run in a straight line let alone dribble while doing it.

 

Our systematic decoy maneuver

was a simple affirmation that you were in danger so fall on the ground.

Sometimes it worked to our advantage.

 

The sudden drop caused confusion amongst the opposing team's members,

sometimes resulting in a bad pass,

awful shot,

or mostly they would just trip over us.

 

surprisingly enough no one called fouls on us.  

Vera's best move was the "armadillo"

once she had the ball she would cower into a tiny shield and squeeze the ball with her whole self.

the death clench & no one could ever get the ball from her.

Ethel's signature move was that whenever the ball was passed to her,

she shot.

clear as that.

no matter where she was, just tossed it into the air & hoped for the best.

 

Sometimes these techniques worked but more often than not we were just a nuisance.

but the rest of our team was just as bad.

with the exception of a select few.

 

Needless to say we were tied for last...

with the team that never showed up.

&

were the first ones out of the tournament.

 

We learned valuable lessons:

1. Girls are mean.

2. Refs should be at every game.

3. Our support staff was better than anyone else's.

4. We should stick to golf.  Lowest score always wins.

&&&

5. Sometimes you can literally taste your heartbeat.

 

We are individualist...We do what we want.



Ice Caverns.

Working out.

 

something that everyone seems to do.

especially in college for some reason...

people just don't want to get fat we guess.

 

(it's more to love in our opinion.)

 

To some extent we tried to jump on the bandwagon & decided to take up "running".

 

Why is it in quotations might you ask??

 

Read on to find the answer.

 

It all started on a crisp end of winter afternoon,

everyone & their mom was doing something active.

we were lazily lounging on the couch in sweats with our hand fist deep in nutella

the world was not going to see us sweat today.

 

Everyone left for the gym & we were left to make a day changing choice.

"work out or not to work out?", that is the question.

We decided against our own will to go for a run.
We called it a run but in all reality we made it to the corner,
where we were undoubtedly out of sight from our friends
and began to walk briskly
until we ultimately began to walk slower than a 90 year old with a walker and one leg.

Why didn't we just accept the fact that we were not work out material??

Our sluggish pursuits eventually lead us to a park.
Where we proceeded to swing on the swings and watch the children play.

Now,
next to the swings was the child's favorite type of swing...
the tire swing.
This is still Ethel's favorite past time
but Vera has been forever spun dizzy from the elementary school days of preforming the well-known
"barracuda" maneuver.

Ethel tried to persuade Vera to let her push her just once.
Vera was resistant for a while.
But eventually caved in.

One time did her over.

an older special needs women came over and begged us to push her on the tire swing.
Vera lucked out.
We sat and spun her for a good 30 minutes,
figuring that was a good time frame to go on a 2 or 3 mile run at our pace.

We pushed the lady one more time,
hugged her and went on our merry way of brisk walking.

Our apartment building was in sight.
We looked at each other & we knew we had forgotten something vital to the exercise process...
well first there must be exercise..
but no.
We were not sweating, our faces weren't red &
 golly for the first time in a long time we smelled like a fresh summer breeze.

This was a big problem & surely our workout crazy roommates would see right through us.

The only thing in sight that we could confide in.
Was a large snow/ice/mud mound in the middle of a parking lot.
We ran to it & began to rub our faces & body on it.

Our cheeks slowly turned red & the ice melting gave us the appearance of
sweat dripping down from our hair line.
This was ingenious.
We then decided that this act needed a celebratory
"Rocky Moment"

We began to climb up the ice mound with no ease whatsoever.
but it needed to be done.

Vera made it to the top first.
Fists in the air she let out a victorious scream!
This boarder line startled Ethel Ray, who was not yet to the top.
wanting to join in on the celebration,
she stood where she was,
put up the fists of victory and let out a scream...
this one more blood-curdling than Vera's.

For this act resulted in the collapsing on the ice mound.
Yes.
Ethel Ray fell straight through the ice mound into a hallowed cavern.
Vera not knowing what to do, began jumping up & down to fall into the hole too.
Eventually that happened and both of us laid in the ice fort for several minutes in disbelief that Ethel really fell through solid ice...

Now if that wasn't motivation to really start running we don't know what is.

After we collected ourselves from the laughter & reality check.
we finally did what we originally intended to do...

sit on our butts & try again tomorrow.

We are individualist...We do what we want.



Crumpin' Thumpin' Triumphin'

Watch & learn.

We are the masters..

 

remember the names:

Vera & Ethel

 

Comin attach.

 

Hollerer.

 

We are individualists, we do what we want.