you're a wizard 'arry...

harry potter is the best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i'm so sad it's all over.
why, jk rowling, whyyyyyyyyyyy???
i stayed up until 3:30 this morning finishing the book.

don't worry, i won't spoil the ending.
(i won't pull a vee! puhahahaha!)
so you need not be afraid of reading the rest of this post.

what i want to do is tell you about the events leading up to my purchase of this final book.
for the past month or so, i've been skillfully dodging all things related to this magical book.
whenever it came on the news, i'd quickly switch channels.
whenever the wonderful world of wizards was discussed on the radio, i'd turn the dial with an almost unworldly speed.
and whenever people were engaged in a conversation about the-boy-who-lived, i'd hum a tune to drown out the noise and scamper away.
i did everything i could to avoid hearing how the book ends.

then, the day before the book was to come out, i said to my brother while rubbing my hands, "ooh, i can't wait until tomorrow when harry potter comes out. oh, i can't wait! i can't wait!"
then my brother said with a smirk of his face, "i know how it ends. do you want me to tell you? i know how it ends. muhahaha."
then, as if sent from dumbledore himself, i received a phone call, and hurried off to my room to answer it, leaving my brother sitting dumbfounded in the living, but all the while laughing, "muahahahaha!!!"

on the day of the release, my only plans were to get out of bed, buy the book, get back into bed, and read the whole thing.
years and years and years of reading these books, following the lives of these characters, and it all came down to this final installment.
i was filled with such joy and excitement - to finally be able to find out if and how harry potter was to defeat voldemort.
to read the conclusion with my own eyes, after weeks of close calls.
on my way out, my mom agreed to come with me to costco to buy harry potter, and as i was pulling out of the driveway i was recalling the exchange my brother and i had the previous day.
i was telling her how mean it was of him to threaten to spoil the ending of a story i've been following faithfully year after year.
but, to be fair, i told her that he didn't ruin the ending.
it couldn't have been more than a second after i said that, that she just blurted out the ending to me!!!
she just said it, plain and simple, with the same evil smirk eugene had on the day before.
more than 7 years of reading and waiting down the drain.
i was just mere minutes away from my goal, having successfully side-stepped all the potter-spoilers, leaks, and rumors.
then, just like that, my mom, my one and only mom, popped my happy, potter-filled bubble.
and all she could say in defense was, "well, what can i do? you talked about it first. it was on the news."
after about 5 good, long minutes of me yelling and screaming, "how can you just tell me the ending? how? hooooooooooooowwwwww? why did you do that? whhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" i finally calmed down.
and again from my mom, "well, what can i do?"
for those of you non-changs reading this blog, "well, what can i do?" is not a phrase used by my mom in it's literal meaning of "my poor baby, how can i help you?"
rather, translated it means, "well, whatever."
now, go ahead, reread the what my mom said to me after she ruined the book, using the translation i just gave you.
doesn't so nice does it?

i felt like i was harry potter, fighting against all the voldemorts of this world only to be defeated by dumbledore.

Rockyyyyyyyyyyy Rooooooaaadddddd!!!

Let's see... when was it exactly??? hmm.....
It must have been about 2 weeks ago that I went to Costco with my mamasita and on the way back home, we stopped by Pak-n-Save (or as my dad likes to call it, Pay-n-Pak) to buy a few other items.
Now, each time I go to Pak-n-Save I have to buy doughnuts... lovely chocolate covered doughnuts.
So, I did.
But, along with the doughnuts, I also bought ice cream - mint chocolate chip (my fav) and coffee (for Cheddie, cuz she hates mint choco and i figured she'd like coffee, because, hey, who doesn't like coffee? well, apparently, cheddie).
Well, my family, the ravenous gluttons that we are, ate both cartons of ice cream in like a day, so my dad mentioned that he'd buy us some more.
Well, I called out at him to buy some rocky road ice cream, and no one could have imagined what would happen as a result.
Over the next 2 weeks, my dad would end up buying 15, yes, 15 cartons of rocky road ice cream!
Dreyers (3), Dreyers Slow Churned (2), Hagen Daas (3), Ben and Jerry's (3), Breyers (4)...
(I think I got the numbers right...)
Basically, he'd come home with 2-4 cartons of ice cream every couple of days and sing, "Rockyyyyyyyy Roooaaaaddd" as he placed them in the freezer.
There are currently 3 or 4 cartons in our freezer right now.
We've all told him to stop eating and buying it, but he just won't listen.
He blames me for his addiction.
He also blames me whenever he can't find any "rockies" - his word for "almonds."
One day, he said to me, "Jane, why doesn't this ice cream have any rockies?"
And I said, "I don't know. Did I make it?"
He replied, "No, you ate all the rockies. I seen you."
Now, this last statement of my father's was a outright lie.
Not only have I never, ever sat down and dug through the ice cream looking for "rockies," but my dad has never actually seen me eating ice cream either.
I usually eat it when he's as work or something.
He left me speechless... all I could do was laugh my head off.
Two things have resulted from this whole ordeal:
1) I eat an insane amount of ice cream everyday, and
2) I sometimes catch myself singing, "Rockyyyyyyyyyyyyy Roooaaaaaaaaaaaad!"