We will sometimes share some of these "Lucy Ricardo" moments I have so you can understand where we are coming from. The story I am about to share with you is probably my most "Lucyish" moment ever. We decided it is so epic it deserved an entire blog entry.
I am actually slightly embarrassed to share this with people so please don't judge me.
Well it all started about two months ago when I went to a friend's apartment to study for a math test. I had been to her apartment once before, and I was pretty sure I could remember where it was. However, just in case, I texted her and asked, "your apartment # 202 right?" I quickly got a response saying, "the door is unlocked."
I went to apartment 202, opened the unlocked door, and went inside. Once I was inside I could see two girls sitting on the couch with their backs facing me who were watching tv. I knew these two girls were not my friend's roommates, but I assumed they were some of their friends. I told them hi and they both responded hi back without turning around to look at me. I walked into the bedroom I knew was my friend's and I was instantly confused because it did not look like her room. It suddenly occurred to me that this was NOT my friend's apartment and I was in fact in a stranger's apartment. Needless to say I was absolutely horrified. I then looked down at my phone and saw she had actually responded to my text saying, "No I'm in the apartment above 202."
So there I was, standing in a stranger's bedroom and the girls who lived there still hadn't realized I was in fact a stranger and not their roommate. My mind was spinning with thoughts of what to do. Should I go out and tell the girls I was so sorry and that I had made a mistake? Should I quietly slip out?
I of course did what I believe Lucy Ricardo would do....
I ran out of that apartment as fast as I could without looking back.
I'm sure I left those girls confused and slightly scared as to who had been creeping around in their apartment while they were there!
When I came home and told Audrey (Ethel) what I had done, she took a few minutes to laugh hysterically at my cost before telling that things like this don't happen to normal people.
Well, maybe I'm not normal? However, I feel that living a silly life like that of Lucy Ricardo is far more exciting and worthwhile. So I'll leave it as it is for now :)
Sincerely,
Kelsi Cunningham
A.K.A. Lucy Ricardo
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Wal-Mart Pickles Were Not Made for Frying...
Ethel Mertz is the epitome of a true friend. Despite her attempts to stay out of Lucy's crazy ideas, she manages to get sucked in anyways, and although these ideas never turn out exactly as planned...at the end of the day she always has Lucy's back.
Such was the case when Kelsi (aka Lucy) thought it would be a fun idea to make fried pickles. Now, don't get me wrong, I (Ethel/Audrey) am a fan of anything fried...fried chicken, fried salmon, fried oreos, fried cornbread. I would literally eat a grasshopper if you put it in a deep fryer. The problem is, neither of us have ever fried anything ourselves. Which also means we have no idea what ingredients we need.
So, in typical Lucy and Ethel fashion, we wandered the aisles of Wal-Mart contemplating what it takes to fry pickles. We both concluded that pickles were indeed a necessary ingredient. But which brand of pickles do we get?! Being the poor college students that we are...Wal-Mart brand seemed like a winner. Actualy, Wal-Mart brand was NOT a winner. More on that later.
This is how the rest of the Wal-Mart adventure went:
-"Do we need flour?
-"I don't know..."
-"Do we need eggs?"
-"I don't know..."
-"What about corn meal or something?
-"I don't know..."
Well we left Wal-Mart with our version of fried pickle ingredients. After a bit of research is was determined that we dip the pickles in eggs and then cover them in flour. The problem is, our pickles are more like hockey pucks. Word of advice from Lucy and Ethel: Wal-Mart pickles are not adequate for frying. They are entirely too thick!!
After about 30 minutes of successful pickle frying, we walked away from the current batch momentarily. In hindsight, it was not a smart idea...which means it probably came from Kelsi. I can't remember why exactly we left pickles frying on the stove, but the outcome of this Lucy Ricardo moment was a cloud of smoke above the stove that eventually reached its way to the smoke detectors...which then began to harshly scream at us.
After quieting the smoke detectors, Kelsi decided that we should take muffin pans and wave them violently around the apartment in order to get rid of the smoke through the open windows. This is a moment that truly could have been on an actual episode of I Love Lucy. Just picture for a moment: the two of us walking around the apartment waving muffin pans (and a pizza pan, momentarily) around like crazy people. Not to mention the windows are open in our apartment and it is approximately 30 degrees outside.
Despite all of that...our pickles were pretty delicious.
Did I even want fried pickles in the first place? Not really.
Did Ethel want to work in a chocolate factory with Lucy? Not really. But she did it anyways.
Because no matter how much she tries to deny it, Lucy makes Ethel's life more exciting. Even if it means stuffing chocolates in her mouth in a chocolate factory...or looking like a crazy person swinging a muffin pan in circles.
Sincerely,
Audrey...aka Ethel Mertz
Such was the case when Kelsi (aka Lucy) thought it would be a fun idea to make fried pickles. Now, don't get me wrong, I (Ethel/Audrey) am a fan of anything fried...fried chicken, fried salmon, fried oreos, fried cornbread. I would literally eat a grasshopper if you put it in a deep fryer. The problem is, neither of us have ever fried anything ourselves. Which also means we have no idea what ingredients we need.
So, in typical Lucy and Ethel fashion, we wandered the aisles of Wal-Mart contemplating what it takes to fry pickles. We both concluded that pickles were indeed a necessary ingredient. But which brand of pickles do we get?! Being the poor college students that we are...Wal-Mart brand seemed like a winner. Actualy, Wal-Mart brand was NOT a winner. More on that later.
This is how the rest of the Wal-Mart adventure went:
-"Do we need flour?
-"I don't know..."
-"Do we need eggs?"
-"I don't know..."
-"What about corn meal or something?
-"I don't know..."
Well we left Wal-Mart with our version of fried pickle ingredients. After a bit of research is was determined that we dip the pickles in eggs and then cover them in flour. The problem is, our pickles are more like hockey pucks. Word of advice from Lucy and Ethel: Wal-Mart pickles are not adequate for frying. They are entirely too thick!!
After about 30 minutes of successful pickle frying, we walked away from the current batch momentarily. In hindsight, it was not a smart idea...which means it probably came from Kelsi. I can't remember why exactly we left pickles frying on the stove, but the outcome of this Lucy Ricardo moment was a cloud of smoke above the stove that eventually reached its way to the smoke detectors...which then began to harshly scream at us.
After quieting the smoke detectors, Kelsi decided that we should take muffin pans and wave them violently around the apartment in order to get rid of the smoke through the open windows. This is a moment that truly could have been on an actual episode of I Love Lucy. Just picture for a moment: the two of us walking around the apartment waving muffin pans (and a pizza pan, momentarily) around like crazy people. Not to mention the windows are open in our apartment and it is approximately 30 degrees outside.
Despite all of that...our pickles were pretty delicious.
Did I even want fried pickles in the first place? Not really.
Did Ethel want to work in a chocolate factory with Lucy? Not really. But she did it anyways.
Because no matter how much she tries to deny it, Lucy makes Ethel's life more exciting. Even if it means stuffing chocolates in her mouth in a chocolate factory...or looking like a crazy person swinging a muffin pan in circles.
Sincerely,
Audrey...aka Ethel Mertz
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Ethel! I have an idea!
Well, to start out, you must understand that there are some people who are just meant to find each other in life. People who are so oddly similar, yet vastly different that they can not help but become friends. Without one, the other is lost. Such was the case of the classic friendship of Lucy Ricardo and Ethel Mertz. No matter how crazy Lucy's ideas were, Ethel always somehow managed to be sucked into Lucy's madness. They always had an adventure in every thirty minute episode.
Audrey's obsession with "I Love Lucy" began at a young age and she shared this obsession with me when we became roommates our freshman year of college. It wasn't until our sophomore year that we realized the similarities between this famous television friendship and our own.
You see, Ethel and Lucy constantly found themselves in crazy predicaments. Audrey and I often find ourselves in situations that would ONLY happen to us (more on that later..), and about 99% of the time, it's my fault. Thus, I, Kelsi Cunningham, am Lucy Ricardo. I am scatter-brained, impulsive, and to be quite honest, I don't usually think things through.
Audrey, on the other hand, is border-line obsessive compulsive, logical, and is usually the voice of reason in our apartment. Audrey, like Ethel, often gets dragged into my "predicaments." Or other times, she simply finds enjoyment in laughing at my antics.
I will leave you with one example for the day:
Just the other day we were cooking dinner (we've started a new trend of cooking healthy dinners together every night). We were making chicken on the stove, and about 5 minutes into our cooking I turned to Audrey and asked her if she smelled something burning. Audrey proceeded to investigate where the smell was coming from.
Meanwhile, I tried to figure out why my chicken wasn't cooking.
All of the sudden it occurred to me that I had turned on the wrong burner and was currently cooking the cutting board that I had used to cut the chicken. Our kitchen smelled like burnt plastic and, needless to say, my cutting board is now partially melted on one side and will forever be a reminder of my stupidity. Much like the tattoo on the toaster oven...but we will save that for next week's episode. Stay tuned.
Audrey's obsession with "I Love Lucy" began at a young age and she shared this obsession with me when we became roommates our freshman year of college. It wasn't until our sophomore year that we realized the similarities between this famous television friendship and our own.
You see, Ethel and Lucy constantly found themselves in crazy predicaments. Audrey and I often find ourselves in situations that would ONLY happen to us (more on that later..), and about 99% of the time, it's my fault. Thus, I, Kelsi Cunningham, am Lucy Ricardo. I am scatter-brained, impulsive, and to be quite honest, I don't usually think things through.
Audrey, on the other hand, is border-line obsessive compulsive, logical, and is usually the voice of reason in our apartment. Audrey, like Ethel, often gets dragged into my "predicaments." Or other times, she simply finds enjoyment in laughing at my antics.
I will leave you with one example for the day:
Just the other day we were cooking dinner (we've started a new trend of cooking healthy dinners together every night). We were making chicken on the stove, and about 5 minutes into our cooking I turned to Audrey and asked her if she smelled something burning. Audrey proceeded to investigate where the smell was coming from.
Meanwhile, I tried to figure out why my chicken wasn't cooking.
All of the sudden it occurred to me that I had turned on the wrong burner and was currently cooking the cutting board that I had used to cut the chicken. Our kitchen smelled like burnt plastic and, needless to say, my cutting board is now partially melted on one side and will forever be a reminder of my stupidity. Much like the tattoo on the toaster oven...but we will save that for next week's episode. Stay tuned.
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