You might be thinking to yourself, wow, what happened to sister christer and my 90 second read of keeping up with how boring her life is?
Well, my faithful readers, (hi dad) know it's because I have a new job. and my friends who listen to me complain know it's because 97% of all websites I would have a desire to go to are now blocked. So unless you need a background check or a drug screen, chances are you won't be hearing from me between 8-5. Unless it's tmobiley.
I'm glad I can serve as the low end of the spectrum as you judge just how cool you are. If I have given just one person that little bump in self esteem knowing they are cooler than me then this blog has done her job.
SPEAKING OF LAME.
I used to think anyone and everyone and everything related to 'fantasy sports' was super lame. That is, until I got myself a team. That's right. The Hoedown Throwdowns have taken the Cris Carter North division by storm thanks to Peyton and some Pierres.
I find myself thinking about it usually by the time Thursday rolls around. But since ESPN is blocked at work, (yes it's true!) I have to wait til I get home to read all my ff advice online which I usually forget to do because I'm too busy visiting the other 29849476 websites that are blocked at work. You know, just trying to keep up with the world sort of sites.
Anyway, then Friday comes and I don't have time because I'm doing things like....well...laundry, picking the wicks out of candles...important things.
Saturday comes and goes and I couldn't even tell you what I do. (hopefully an oil change tomorrow, the Reegs is a beggin.)
And then Sunday. SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY.
I panic and I move and I drop and I add before kickoff. Then I spend all afternoon Sunday stressing and sleeping, sleeping and stressing. ALL OVER FOOTBALL.
Who would have thought my life would come to this.
Anyway, the best part is when people at work ask me questions about my team and all I can ever say is "Well....I have Peyton Manning." I might add that usually the question is "Who are your running backs?" or "How do you think you'll do this week?"
I realize Fantasy Football has a lot of strategy behind it, HOWEVER, the Hoedown Throwdowns play purely by luck. and they are leading their division so looks like not only do I have Peyton Manning, but also Lady Luck.
10.16.2009
10.09.2009
Cabrera is the new black
Cabreras are to baseball as I am to the Mall of America these days. Now that I work about 90 seconds away from it that is.
I just heard the sentence "Cabrera has been the lucky charm this season." and I thought to myself, wait, for the Twins? for the Tigers? for the Yankees? for the abused wife? or the 5 others in the MLB? Is this regular season? Is this the 17th inning? Have I been watching baseball for the better part of the last 6 months? Did I almost pay $18 for a 2010 Twins calendar for my cubical? (cubicle? cube?)
Anyway.
I narrowed it down to Orlando or Melky but I'm too lazy to look up from my laptop so we'll never know.
Things I could do without right now:
-EXTRA INNINGS
-CLOSERS WHO CAN'T CLOSE. I may never stand up and shooout ever again.
-VIRTUAL WAITING ROOMS.
-TBS ANNOUNCERS.
-SNOW IN OCTOBER
Now. Back to Cabrera. Does he remind anyone else of a dirty, but cute, chihuahua? The kind that jumps on you and yelps and wants to eat Taco Bell all the time.
I just heard the sentence "Cabrera has been the lucky charm this season." and I thought to myself, wait, for the Twins? for the Tigers? for the Yankees? for the abused wife? or the 5 others in the MLB? Is this regular season? Is this the 17th inning? Have I been watching baseball for the better part of the last 6 months? Did I almost pay $18 for a 2010 Twins calendar for my cubical? (cubicle? cube?)
Anyway.
I narrowed it down to Orlando or Melky but I'm too lazy to look up from my laptop so we'll never know.
Things I could do without right now:
-EXTRA INNINGS
-CLOSERS WHO CAN'T CLOSE. I may never stand up and shooout ever again.
-VIRTUAL WAITING ROOMS.
-TBS ANNOUNCERS.
-SNOW IN OCTOBER
Now. Back to Cabrera. Does he remind anyone else of a dirty, but cute, chihuahua? The kind that jumps on you and yelps and wants to eat Taco Bell all the time.
9.24.2009
The end of an era
I would like to take this opportunity to wish myself a happy last day of work. It was fun while it lasted. Kind of.
I have graced these people with my presence for almost 6 months on the dot. I know this because I am being prompted to change about 17 passwords in the next 4 days to which I gladly click NO THANKS. NOT NOW. It's a great feeling.
6 months also means this blog has been steadily updated for at least 5.5 months. I'm unsure of who holds the blogs future in their hands but I can tell you that it will no longer be from the 55144 general area.
The best part about giving a 2 weeks notice is how everyone scrambles to 'keep in touch' with you. It's nice to be wanted. Even if it's just for numbers purposes on Facebook and Linked In.
I celebrated by going out to lunch for the past 3 days, wearing jeans when i wasn't supposed to, taking a farewell trip to the pop machine and making sure to stop by Candy Girl's desk for one final jolly rancher.
Speaking of jolly ranchers, please stock up if you are coming to the marathon next weekend and let my sweaty paws grab them from you as I speed by at a 12 min/mile pace. Nothing gives me motivation like candy. Except if I knew if Kelsey was standing at the finish line with a fresh from the fridge can of Dew for me, that'd probably shave off a few minutes as well.
Ok, back to "work" one.last.time.
I have graced these people with my presence for almost 6 months on the dot. I know this because I am being prompted to change about 17 passwords in the next 4 days to which I gladly click NO THANKS. NOT NOW. It's a great feeling.
6 months also means this blog has been steadily updated for at least 5.5 months. I'm unsure of who holds the blogs future in their hands but I can tell you that it will no longer be from the 55144 general area.
The best part about giving a 2 weeks notice is how everyone scrambles to 'keep in touch' with you. It's nice to be wanted. Even if it's just for numbers purposes on Facebook and Linked In.
I celebrated by going out to lunch for the past 3 days, wearing jeans when i wasn't supposed to, taking a farewell trip to the pop machine and making sure to stop by Candy Girl's desk for one final jolly rancher.
Speaking of jolly ranchers, please stock up if you are coming to the marathon next weekend and let my sweaty paws grab them from you as I speed by at a 12 min/mile pace. Nothing gives me motivation like candy. Except if I knew if Kelsey was standing at the finish line with a fresh from the fridge can of Dew for me, that'd probably shave off a few minutes as well.
Ok, back to "work" one.last.time.
9.23.2009
Street sweeper, baby
Shimmy shimmy coco what, White Sox?
It's the bottom of the the 3rd and the White Sox are ready to go home crying.
Funny thing. I made a girl go home crying today too. But it's because she thinks she'll miss working with me. I reassured her she won't.
There will be no reassurance for the White Sox tonight though.
And if anyone could use some post-its..
It's the bottom of the the 3rd and the White Sox are ready to go home crying.
Funny thing. I made a girl go home crying today too. But it's because she thinks she'll miss working with me. I reassured her she won't.
There will be no reassurance for the White Sox tonight though.
And if anyone could use some post-its..
9.22.2009
cham-pange w-w-witnessiz
Happy first day of fall. Happy birthday KHood. Happy sun setting before we start Biggest Loser. Happy 2nd loss to the White Sox. Happy 10 days before the marathon. Happy 2 days left of work. and happy I wore jeans to work on a nonfriday day to me.
If you think I've been peeing my pants over the Twins these past few days, you know me all too well. I gave Lindsay about a 10 minute rundown of what would, could, should, and can happen if this, this, this, and this happens. She replied that the Twins were "like sweeping them on Friday, it was really good." Cute.
Today marked a momumental day in the SLP chapter of my life. Many of you in the area may know that there is a shortage of gas stations in the highway 7/cedar lake road area. There is one about halfway to highway 100, but you can only stop there if you are going west. Problem: I'm always going east. Well, at least I am always going east when I need gas.
There are 2 others within 1/2 a mile of my apartment that are both out of business. I have pulled a bone dry Regal running on Premium fumes into each of them as they look deceivingly open. Don't fall for it.
Luckily, I go running everyday on the Cedar Lake Trail and luckily some garage sale like flags have been catching my eye for the past 3 months or so as I 'SPEED' by on foot. It wasn't until just last week that I realized it was an old crappy gas station. Like the kind that just has pumps, no actual store. It's called something like H.C. McCoys Petroleum, written in cursive paint. It has a little shack off to the side up against the railroad tracks that has a cashier at it about 30% of the time and 2 pop machines next to it and...well, that's it. It feels like the kind of gas station that an unsolved mystery would happen at since it's kind of tucked away by the railroad tracks and it seems to attract a lot of truckers.
Anyway, bottom line, I found it. and it's close. and the gas fills up super fast. Slow pumps have always been a pet peeve for me and my impatient self.
On a seperate and not really but kind of a little related note, yesterday when I was running, I was thinking of creating a computer game similar to Oregon Trail but calling it Cedar Lake Trail. The object is you have to make it from St. Louis Park all the way to Minnehaha Falls without dying. I'm pretty sure no one has ever made it on foot but I intend to try before snowfall.
Things encountered may/may not include: Indian men running in khaki pants, loafers, and polos, homeless people under the bridges, crosswalks that do not give pedestrians the right of way (they do exist), burning plastic smells, hipsters boy couples that fall off their bikes in front of you (lol), 30 year old men playing football and throwing the ball at your head (this happens), and coffee smells that give you a burst of energy right before you pass Wooddale. Also, I think I would equate the hidden drinking fountain right before you get to Uptown to the same level of excitement as when you kill a bison while hunting. But you need to be super cautious when you hear the swarm of bees coming at you which actually turns out to be a pack of road bikers that make you jump off the bikepath. Also watch out for the speed skating rollerblading couples who do it in sync. They aren't dangerous, but just kind of painful to see.
Mark my words: I WILL NEVER SKATE IN SYNC.
If you think I've been peeing my pants over the Twins these past few days, you know me all too well. I gave Lindsay about a 10 minute rundown of what would, could, should, and can happen if this, this, this, and this happens. She replied that the Twins were "like sweeping them on Friday, it was really good." Cute.
Today marked a momumental day in the SLP chapter of my life. Many of you in the area may know that there is a shortage of gas stations in the highway 7/cedar lake road area. There is one about halfway to highway 100, but you can only stop there if you are going west. Problem: I'm always going east. Well, at least I am always going east when I need gas.
There are 2 others within 1/2 a mile of my apartment that are both out of business. I have pulled a bone dry Regal running on Premium fumes into each of them as they look deceivingly open. Don't fall for it.
Luckily, I go running everyday on the Cedar Lake Trail and luckily some garage sale like flags have been catching my eye for the past 3 months or so as I 'SPEED' by on foot. It wasn't until just last week that I realized it was an old crappy gas station. Like the kind that just has pumps, no actual store. It's called something like H.C. McCoys Petroleum, written in cursive paint. It has a little shack off to the side up against the railroad tracks that has a cashier at it about 30% of the time and 2 pop machines next to it and...well, that's it. It feels like the kind of gas station that an unsolved mystery would happen at since it's kind of tucked away by the railroad tracks and it seems to attract a lot of truckers.
Anyway, bottom line, I found it. and it's close. and the gas fills up super fast. Slow pumps have always been a pet peeve for me and my impatient self.
On a seperate and not really but kind of a little related note, yesterday when I was running, I was thinking of creating a computer game similar to Oregon Trail but calling it Cedar Lake Trail. The object is you have to make it from St. Louis Park all the way to Minnehaha Falls without dying. I'm pretty sure no one has ever made it on foot but I intend to try before snowfall.
Things encountered may/may not include: Indian men running in khaki pants, loafers, and polos, homeless people under the bridges, crosswalks that do not give pedestrians the right of way (they do exist), burning plastic smells, hipsters boy couples that fall off their bikes in front of you (lol), 30 year old men playing football and throwing the ball at your head (this happens), and coffee smells that give you a burst of energy right before you pass Wooddale. Also, I think I would equate the hidden drinking fountain right before you get to Uptown to the same level of excitement as when you kill a bison while hunting. But you need to be super cautious when you hear the swarm of bees coming at you which actually turns out to be a pack of road bikers that make you jump off the bikepath. Also watch out for the speed skating rollerblading couples who do it in sync. They aren't dangerous, but just kind of painful to see.
Mark my words: I WILL NEVER SKATE IN SYNC.
9.17.2009
To the left, to the left
Everything I own is in a box to my left.
For once Beyonce's words speak straight to my heart. I have slowly been packing my things for my big exit coming up next week and placing them in a box to the left.
Thus far, it includes, my Twins magnet schedule, 2 pictures from my sisters wedding (note: no frames, that would have looked "too permanent") and my BU nalgene that has been filled to the 8 oz. line since early June.
I'm also going to take my unused, but already opened packs of Post-its. I wouldn't want them to go to waste.
Next week I will probably clear my cache, gather my spare change, and bid my farewell.
Luckily I will still be around for the 'Records Retention Days.' This will include everyone cleaning out their cubes and files and disposing of confidential material as well as archiving emails and docs and reporting how many MBs they cleared up.
More importantly, we can wear jeans on these days and get free Subway. I'm not sure why. None of it makes a lot of sense to me but my guess is it will be like any other Friday only with management and more locked waste baskets.
and MOST importantly I will meet my replacement who will be chomping at the bit to get into my optimally located cube.
So although everything in my cube is in a box to the left....turns out I am NOT sasha fierce nor am I irreplacable.
For once Beyonce's words speak straight to my heart. I have slowly been packing my things for my big exit coming up next week and placing them in a box to the left.
Thus far, it includes, my Twins magnet schedule, 2 pictures from my sisters wedding (note: no frames, that would have looked "too permanent") and my BU nalgene that has been filled to the 8 oz. line since early June.
I'm also going to take my unused, but already opened packs of Post-its. I wouldn't want them to go to waste.
Next week I will probably clear my cache, gather my spare change, and bid my farewell.
Luckily I will still be around for the 'Records Retention Days.' This will include everyone cleaning out their cubes and files and disposing of confidential material as well as archiving emails and docs and reporting how many MBs they cleared up.
More importantly, we can wear jeans on these days and get free Subway. I'm not sure why. None of it makes a lot of sense to me but my guess is it will be like any other Friday only with management and more locked waste baskets.
and MOST importantly I will meet my replacement who will be chomping at the bit to get into my optimally located cube.
So although everything in my cube is in a box to the left....turns out I am NOT sasha fierce nor am I irreplacable.
9.16.2009
I'll be missin you
TOP FIVE THINGS I MIGHT MISS
5. The girl who wears the zip up silk blouse, black sweatpants and dirty white reeboks and sneaks into the conference room across from my desk to talk on her cell phone. She does the left right, left again look around and then closes the door really quietly while I just give her 'the look.' Sometimes it seems like it all happens in slow motion which is the biggest thing I'll miss about it.
4. I have about 12 weekly meetings I have to go to. Today I went to my final one with a particular group and made a snide remark. I couldn't resist, the new guy walked right into it and I couldn't not say it. So I said it because I thought I had nothing to lose. Everyone burst out laughing and I received a slap on the back accompanied with "You've been here how long and I've never heard you say anything funny!" from the guy sitting next to me. We finally bonded and now I have to leave.
3. Picking between a $2 salad, $7 sandwich, or bringing a unrefridgerated lunch.
2. Unlimited free candy and pop from people 3 times as old as me. Along with that, whenever it's someone's birthday and the topic of age or being old is brought up, people look at me and change the subject before I can respond that I think they got their Masters degree before I was born.
1. Cube doors, privacy screens, weekly wednesday emergency drills, still getting lost after being here 6 months, stuff getting stolen from my desk and drawers every Tuesday and Friday when the trash people come, people who cannot wear anything but 14k gold jewelry because anything less gives tham a rash, shoulder padded suits, Indian men in shiny khakis, eavesdropping on husband/wife lunch dates in the cafeteria, pretending the Regal is the NASCAR car that came to visit on employee appreciationg day and going above 35 mph on all the curvy roads that lead to the quad.
I think that's it. Luckily I still have 7 days to soak it all up.
5. The girl who wears the zip up silk blouse, black sweatpants and dirty white reeboks and sneaks into the conference room across from my desk to talk on her cell phone. She does the left right, left again look around and then closes the door really quietly while I just give her 'the look.' Sometimes it seems like it all happens in slow motion which is the biggest thing I'll miss about it.
4. I have about 12 weekly meetings I have to go to. Today I went to my final one with a particular group and made a snide remark. I couldn't resist, the new guy walked right into it and I couldn't not say it. So I said it because I thought I had nothing to lose. Everyone burst out laughing and I received a slap on the back accompanied with "You've been here how long and I've never heard you say anything funny!" from the guy sitting next to me. We finally bonded and now I have to leave.
3. Picking between a $2 salad, $7 sandwich, or bringing a unrefridgerated lunch.
2. Unlimited free candy and pop from people 3 times as old as me. Along with that, whenever it's someone's birthday and the topic of age or being old is brought up, people look at me and change the subject before I can respond that I think they got their Masters degree before I was born.
1. Cube doors, privacy screens, weekly wednesday emergency drills, still getting lost after being here 6 months, stuff getting stolen from my desk and drawers every Tuesday and Friday when the trash people come, people who cannot wear anything but 14k gold jewelry because anything less gives tham a rash, shoulder padded suits, Indian men in shiny khakis, eavesdropping on husband/wife lunch dates in the cafeteria, pretending the Regal is the NASCAR car that came to visit on employee appreciationg day and going above 35 mph on all the curvy roads that lead to the quad.
I think that's it. Luckily I still have 7 days to soak it all up.
9.15.2009
Steven, this bud's for you
Steven wants me to blog more before my new job starts. He thinks I should tell everyone that I got a new job and that I'm excited about it.
I got a new job and I'm excited about it.
In related news, I will kind of miss the people here. Not all, but a few.
In completely unrelated news, the 2010 Twins schedule is out. I will be working on my tan in left field for as-of-yet-unknown-games, but I am very much looking forward to it.
Along with that, I am officially more excited than ever for Biggest Loser tonight. All time favorite show, easy. More than Today's Special. More than Sharon Lois and Bram. More than Top Model Cycles 1-7. I experience such a lack of motivation during Biggest Loser off seasons that I almost feel like I need to start paying a monthly membership to NBC for making me work out. Although don't make the mistake I made and sign up for the biggest loser club because they email you abotu 18 times a day and "I know someone" who got a new phone who can't figure out how to turn off email and facebook updates.
Also, subliminal messages work because I didn't even realize this until just last week: I switched from buying the green pack of Stride gum to sugar free extra gum. I also can quote word for word Day 1 of the Shred with Jillian Michaels and I'm sure (to quite sure) that every move is 'VERY SIMPLE, YET HIGHLY EFFECTIVE.'
and no, I'm not looking for the modified version of a jumping jack, but yes I would like Anita's abs and I'd do 'just about anything to get there' and I'm not going to 'phone it in' because you can't do a 20 minute workwout half heartedly and expect results.
BRAINWASHED.
I got a new job and I'm excited about it.
In related news, I will kind of miss the people here. Not all, but a few.
In completely unrelated news, the 2010 Twins schedule is out. I will be working on my tan in left field for as-of-yet-unknown-games, but I am very much looking forward to it.
Along with that, I am officially more excited than ever for Biggest Loser tonight. All time favorite show, easy. More than Today's Special. More than Sharon Lois and Bram. More than Top Model Cycles 1-7. I experience such a lack of motivation during Biggest Loser off seasons that I almost feel like I need to start paying a monthly membership to NBC for making me work out. Although don't make the mistake I made and sign up for the biggest loser club because they email you abotu 18 times a day and "I know someone" who got a new phone who can't figure out how to turn off email and facebook updates.
Also, subliminal messages work because I didn't even realize this until just last week: I switched from buying the green pack of Stride gum to sugar free extra gum. I also can quote word for word Day 1 of the Shred with Jillian Michaels and I'm sure (to quite sure) that every move is 'VERY SIMPLE, YET HIGHLY EFFECTIVE.'
and no, I'm not looking for the modified version of a jumping jack, but yes I would like Anita's abs and I'd do 'just about anything to get there' and I'm not going to 'phone it in' because you can't do a 20 minute workwout half heartedly and expect results.
BRAINWASHED.
Skol Easter, viking babies!
Yesterday at Target I was overwhelmed with baby pink and pale yellow football jerseys while I was looking at running shorts (which I do about 3x a week...it's a problem I'm working through).
WHY. Why can't girls have normal jerseys? Why do they all have to be bedazzled or with tiny sleeves or in baby easter colors? and why does it make me so angry? They aren't cute. I've never seen a girl wearing a light pink jersey AP jersey and thought it was cute. The only thing that comes to mind is WHY. I will also never fully accept bedazzled vikings/twins tees. Luckily the ladies aren't too demanding about feminine versions of twolves stuff because I have yet to see a light pink Big Al jersey....although....never say never.
WHY. Why can't girls have normal jerseys? Why do they all have to be bedazzled or with tiny sleeves or in baby easter colors? and why does it make me so angry? They aren't cute. I've never seen a girl wearing a light pink jersey AP jersey and thought it was cute. The only thing that comes to mind is WHY. I will also never fully accept bedazzled vikings/twins tees. Luckily the ladies aren't too demanding about feminine versions of twolves stuff because I have yet to see a light pink Big Al jersey....although....never say never.
9.10.2009
what's new???
How do I know my life is bordering on boring? I'll tell you. Someone asked me what's new and these were my options of answers....
I did a drug test the other day. That really threw my day off.
Lori from the Lori and Julia show on 107.1 is in Paris which makes the show nearly not worth listening to which leads me to a higher chance of catching a severe case of road rage. I guess I took the time flying by for granted as I listened to Lori talk about the Real Housewives for 45 minutes.
I had a 100 Grand on my desk this morning when I walked in. Wonder who it's from? It's totally her M.O.
I discovered a new way to get to work even though I only have 10 days left to utilize it. It pretty much takes me along my marathon route. Which I was thinking about today as well..that if I ran to work some morning it would be slightly more impressive than running a marathon. I might go out with a bang and try it on the 24th. Anyway, I discovered the new way last Thursday and I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner. Here's the weird thing. I always stare at the people behind me at stoplights because I find that there's a high percentage I'll see them picking their nose or teeth and I couldn't help but notice the same man was behind me Thursday, Friday, AND Monday. How weird is that. On a sadder note, he got pulled over on Hennipen on Monday in front of Heartbreakers. My heart was indeed broken for him.
I bought new running shoes about 3 weeks ago thinking maybe I could wear them in enough before the marathon. No such luck. I've tried running with them 3 times now and everytime I go, I end up walking home in slight to moderate bad-shoe related pain. This is my least favorite part of running: finding good shoes for a good price and wearing them in. It is the worst. I also hate deciding what to wear for an actual race and deciding what to eat before hand. Come to think of it, I hate deciding what to wear and deciding what to eat on a daily basis. If I could wear my plain grey american apparel tshirt and my everlast black capris I got from work and my tevas and drink all my meals in smoothie form I would be eternally happy and content.
Glee. So good. I like it a lot. It's no Freaks and Geeks. It's no Arrested Development. and it's no Biggest Loser. But it'll do the trick for Wednesday nights. I mainly enjoy it for the singing and dancing which makes me a happy camper because getting it from Glee is a lot less embarrassing than getting it from the Disney channel.
The girl next to me is on the flightplan to marriage. Is that worthy of a congratulations? Does that mean anything? I'm not sure it does, but then again, I've never been good with directions. All I know is it's been the topic of 100% of the conversations I've had with her in the past 3 weeks.
I spent 2 hours trying to decide what to buy at Ulta online so I could get free shipping. Let's keep in mind that I live 5 minutes away from an Ulta and could have had 'Free Shipping' AND instant gratification rather than spending an additional $12 and waiting 3-8 business days for it to arrive.
So that's what's new. and that's why I haven't been blogging as much. The M-F grind is just not as lively as it used to be. Or I am getting harder to impress. Either way, I apologize that you took the time to read this.
I did a drug test the other day. That really threw my day off.
Lori from the Lori and Julia show on 107.1 is in Paris which makes the show nearly not worth listening to which leads me to a higher chance of catching a severe case of road rage. I guess I took the time flying by for granted as I listened to Lori talk about the Real Housewives for 45 minutes.
I had a 100 Grand on my desk this morning when I walked in. Wonder who it's from? It's totally her M.O.
I discovered a new way to get to work even though I only have 10 days left to utilize it. It pretty much takes me along my marathon route. Which I was thinking about today as well..that if I ran to work some morning it would be slightly more impressive than running a marathon. I might go out with a bang and try it on the 24th. Anyway, I discovered the new way last Thursday and I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner. Here's the weird thing. I always stare at the people behind me at stoplights because I find that there's a high percentage I'll see them picking their nose or teeth and I couldn't help but notice the same man was behind me Thursday, Friday, AND Monday. How weird is that. On a sadder note, he got pulled over on Hennipen on Monday in front of Heartbreakers. My heart was indeed broken for him.
I bought new running shoes about 3 weeks ago thinking maybe I could wear them in enough before the marathon. No such luck. I've tried running with them 3 times now and everytime I go, I end up walking home in slight to moderate bad-shoe related pain. This is my least favorite part of running: finding good shoes for a good price and wearing them in. It is the worst. I also hate deciding what to wear for an actual race and deciding what to eat before hand. Come to think of it, I hate deciding what to wear and deciding what to eat on a daily basis. If I could wear my plain grey american apparel tshirt and my everlast black capris I got from work and my tevas and drink all my meals in smoothie form I would be eternally happy and content.
Glee. So good. I like it a lot. It's no Freaks and Geeks. It's no Arrested Development. and it's no Biggest Loser. But it'll do the trick for Wednesday nights. I mainly enjoy it for the singing and dancing which makes me a happy camper because getting it from Glee is a lot less embarrassing than getting it from the Disney channel.
The girl next to me is on the flightplan to marriage. Is that worthy of a congratulations? Does that mean anything? I'm not sure it does, but then again, I've never been good with directions. All I know is it's been the topic of 100% of the conversations I've had with her in the past 3 weeks.
I spent 2 hours trying to decide what to buy at Ulta online so I could get free shipping. Let's keep in mind that I live 5 minutes away from an Ulta and could have had 'Free Shipping' AND instant gratification rather than spending an additional $12 and waiting 3-8 business days for it to arrive.
So that's what's new. and that's why I haven't been blogging as much. The M-F grind is just not as lively as it used to be. Or I am getting harder to impress. Either way, I apologize that you took the time to read this.
9.08.2009
Labor Day weekend, I was twenty three
You and I have a lot to catch up on.
Since we've last talked, I've mastered using my phone and draining the battery trying to look at YouTube vids on it. I typically try to limit myself to doing this while driving, running, and at work, but let's be honest..I'm lying. I can barely get the thing to text and although things were pretty hot and heavy with the two of us for awhile, as of yesterday I have allowed the novelty to wear off and I am back to leaving it on silent, in my purse, in my desk and/or bedroom. Hope you enjoyed that week of being able to reach me whenever, wherever, Shakira.
I also was the proud owner of a 2 day long State Fair induced stomach ache. Mistake #1: Dairy building. Mistake #2: I ate these:
Then I went to Brit's Pub and on my way in, found out Ben Folds will be at Orchestra Hall on Halloween. There is no better way to spend a holiday with Ben Folds. One time I spent the Cinco de Julio with him when he opened for John Mayer in MKE. (airport code for milwaukee. just learned that.) 
I also found out that you do not draft punters in Fantasy Football. I had my heart set on Chris "Warcraft" Kluwe based solely on his ability to pwn n00bs in WOW and Guitar Hero. Guess I'll settle for "who'sthemanzadah" to take me and the Hoedown Throwdowns to the 'ship...more on this in a sec.. but first..i must stick to chronological order of my weekend.
All in all, you really missed out.
Since we've last talked, I've mastered using my phone and draining the battery trying to look at YouTube vids on it. I typically try to limit myself to doing this while driving, running, and at work, but let's be honest..I'm lying. I can barely get the thing to text and although things were pretty hot and heavy with the two of us for awhile, as of yesterday I have allowed the novelty to wear off and I am back to leaving it on silent, in my purse, in my desk and/or bedroom. Hope you enjoyed that week of being able to reach me whenever, wherever, Shakira.
I also was the proud owner of a 2 day long State Fair induced stomach ache. Mistake #1: Dairy building. Mistake #2: I ate these:
Funnel Cake Fries with chocolate to dip them in. Typically, fried food is not a question OR answer for me. I have little to no desire for it aside from the occassional chicken finger. But for some reason, these puppies were calling my name and let me just tell you.......they were ok. Nothing to write home about. But apparently they were something worth blogging about and taking a picture of. So was this:
Then I went to Brit's Pub and on my way in, found out Ben Folds will be at Orchestra Hall on Halloween. There is no better way to spend a holiday with Ben Folds. One time I spent the Cinco de Julio with him when he opened for John Mayer in MKE. (airport code for milwaukee. just learned that.) I also found out that you do not draft punters in Fantasy Football. I had my heart set on Chris "Warcraft" Kluwe based solely on his ability to pwn n00bs in WOW and Guitar Hero. Guess I'll settle for "who'sthemanzadah" to take me and the Hoedown Throwdowns to the 'ship...more on this in a sec.. but first..i must stick to chronological order of my weekend.Labor Day weekend, I was twenty three. Bought a coke and some gasoline....uh...and made my pilgramage to the almighty Camp Randall. I knew I was in the right place because all I could smell were brats and beer. And then I knew I was going the right way because I experienced the holier than holy parting of the Red Sea. Wisconsin really knows how to give the Regal the royal treatment. Anyway, here's what I have to say about it: real college football is a lot bigger deal than you think. I blame MN and I blame private schools and I blame VH1 and Bravo marathons on Saturdays for not filling me in on this sooner. I had no idea.
Then we went to the Brewers game and saw a stinkin sweet triple play happen with my very own eyes. I missed the bowing down to the Prince part at the end though because apparently we had to 'beat traffic.' The good news is we beat traffic.
I capped off my weekend with drafting the best fantasy football team I've EVER drafted. Seriously. EVER. And yes, I got Housmendzadeh and Gojalewski and Roethelisberger (accident) and basically everyone with a dumb last name. I'm not sure of the correct spelling of those names but the point is...I'm looking to trade them all in for some Petersons and Johnsons if anyone's interested.
All in all, you really missed out.
9.01.2009
Newsflash
Sister Christer got a MyTouch. The tmobile version of iphones. My life has been deeply enriched one app at a time. Mainly just having gmail access and visual voicemail to make my life of screening calls THAT MUCH EASIER.
And also because I haven't had a new phone since 2005. and my old phone could call and sometimes text but within the past week decided to go to 'whisper' mode permanently. So this new one is impressing me right and left.
Two Downfalls:
It is a touch screen. NOT ACTIVATED BY TOUCH...but by heat. Let's keep in mind I have Raynaud's syndrome/disease/phenomenon and have ice cold hands 100% of the time.
Also, it was an unplanned purchase. I went in to get a free phone and came out with a 30% increase to my monthly tmobile bill. I did not want a red or green flip phone and aside from those two, my options were limited in the 'free' dept. So I said, if I have to pay something, I might as well get the best they got.
Go big or go home. I did both. I went big, then I went home. It took awhile though because I had to wait for a 14 year old named Reagan to whine to her mom about she allllways gets the cool phones and it's not fair. Then the mom made Reagan call her dad and ask for child support money to help pay the monthly bill. The whole thing was hard to watch.
Which is another reason why I think Matt at tmobile would consider me his dream customer. Easily persuaded. Impatient. and a self learner. He did try to get me logged into Facebook before I left but my ice cold fingers and the fact he didn't tell me the sideways trick made it a very frusterating thing for both of us.
I'm dedicating my lunch money to paying my newly increased phone bill. So far I'm on a streak of 3 days in a row of bringing a lunch. But technically, I just stocked up on Lean Cuisines when I was freaking out about the deals at Rainbow last week and probably only saved myself $1.50 each day.
So I am officially putting that $4.50 towards my phone bill.
And also because I haven't had a new phone since 2005. and my old phone could call and sometimes text but within the past week decided to go to 'whisper' mode permanently. So this new one is impressing me right and left.
Two Downfalls:
It is a touch screen. NOT ACTIVATED BY TOUCH...but by heat. Let's keep in mind I have Raynaud's syndrome/disease/phenomenon and have ice cold hands 100% of the time.
Also, it was an unplanned purchase. I went in to get a free phone and came out with a 30% increase to my monthly tmobile bill. I did not want a red or green flip phone and aside from those two, my options were limited in the 'free' dept. So I said, if I have to pay something, I might as well get the best they got.
Go big or go home. I did both. I went big, then I went home. It took awhile though because I had to wait for a 14 year old named Reagan to whine to her mom about she allllways gets the cool phones and it's not fair. Then the mom made Reagan call her dad and ask for child support money to help pay the monthly bill. The whole thing was hard to watch.
Which is another reason why I think Matt at tmobile would consider me his dream customer. Easily persuaded. Impatient. and a self learner. He did try to get me logged into Facebook before I left but my ice cold fingers and the fact he didn't tell me the sideways trick made it a very frusterating thing for both of us.
I'm dedicating my lunch money to paying my newly increased phone bill. So far I'm on a streak of 3 days in a row of bringing a lunch. But technically, I just stocked up on Lean Cuisines when I was freaking out about the deals at Rainbow last week and probably only saved myself $1.50 each day.
So I am officially putting that $4.50 towards my phone bill.
8.31.2009
Hoedown Throwdowns
If you're wondering where I've been, you're not alone.
I have no idea where the last several weeks of my life have gone. Well, I do...but I don't. I'm virtually unreachable to anyone and everyone.
The front desk people at Life Time are baffled as to why they haven't heard from me in 3 weeks, (RIP as my 4 year love affair with LTF ends today..it was mutual and a long time coming).
The State Fair has usually seen me twice by this point of the summer.
My laundry has sunken into a deep depression due to neglet and I expect my shirts will start slitting their own wrists anyday now.
And don't even get me started on all the episodes of Entourage that have been patiently waiting to indulge themselves in my presence.
Story of my life. I can only allow myself to be pulled in so many directions. And at this point in my life, work and running seem to have the strongest grip. Much to all of our disappointment.
Oh and traffic. Should we talk about traffic? Let's talk about traffic. And how it takes me nearly double the time it used to take to get to and from work. This leads me to believe that there should be a strong correlation between.... State Fair attendance from people living in the western suburbs who choose to leave during rush hour traffic, a lower unemployment rate of people who live in the western suburbs and work in the eastern suburbs, or a sudden decrease in carpools and public transportation. That's all I could come up with as to explain why I sit on 394 for an hour every morning.
But I don't want to talk about it.
Mainly because I have other things to worry about. Like who to draft for my Fantasy Football team. You know, the Hoedown Throwdowns. They are going to pop it lock it and polkadot it all the way to the championship...and I will be $40 (or maybe $50) richer. Which will get me to work and back for ALMOST a week. Blame the Buick. Blame the Premium. Blame the 35 miles each way.
But I'll take it.
I will not, however, take Brett Favre.
and I will not come in last place.
and I will not be surprised if the Wolves coaching staff has more talent than the actual team.
I have no idea where the last several weeks of my life have gone. Well, I do...but I don't. I'm virtually unreachable to anyone and everyone.
The front desk people at Life Time are baffled as to why they haven't heard from me in 3 weeks, (RIP as my 4 year love affair with LTF ends today..it was mutual and a long time coming).
The State Fair has usually seen me twice by this point of the summer.
My laundry has sunken into a deep depression due to neglet and I expect my shirts will start slitting their own wrists anyday now.
And don't even get me started on all the episodes of Entourage that have been patiently waiting to indulge themselves in my presence.
Story of my life. I can only allow myself to be pulled in so many directions. And at this point in my life, work and running seem to have the strongest grip. Much to all of our disappointment.
Oh and traffic. Should we talk about traffic? Let's talk about traffic. And how it takes me nearly double the time it used to take to get to and from work. This leads me to believe that there should be a strong correlation between.... State Fair attendance from people living in the western suburbs who choose to leave during rush hour traffic, a lower unemployment rate of people who live in the western suburbs and work in the eastern suburbs, or a sudden decrease in carpools and public transportation. That's all I could come up with as to explain why I sit on 394 for an hour every morning.
But I don't want to talk about it.
Mainly because I have other things to worry about. Like who to draft for my Fantasy Football team. You know, the Hoedown Throwdowns. They are going to pop it lock it and polkadot it all the way to the championship...and I will be $40 (or maybe $50) richer. Which will get me to work and back for ALMOST a week. Blame the Buick. Blame the Premium. Blame the 35 miles each way.
But I'll take it.
I will not, however, take Brett Favre.
and I will not come in last place.
and I will not be surprised if the Wolves coaching staff has more talent than the actual team.
8.27.2009
A Makeover Story
I just got lunch and decided to be a little risky and get 'the special.' The Conquistador Baquette. Mainly because I'm having one of those 'I can't make a decision' days that I seem to have about 6 days a week. So I thought, screw the special order salads, I'm getting a sandwich with condiments and 3 kinds of meat. And let me tell you, I cannot eat this fast enough. It is SO GOOD.
Trying something new makes me think that maybe I've been stuck in my ways too long. Maybe it's time......Sister Christer gets a makeover.
The old me would watch a Split Ends marathon on the Style network and call it a productive Sunday.
The new me accepts my actual split ends as merely a construction zone that leads me to the road of long hair and happiness.
The old me would travel 24 hours in a car to see KG.
The new me deems it unnecessary to veer from 94 for a man, The (wo)Man, or...well, home.
The old me would spend 45 minutes getting ready to sit in a cube all day.
The new me will still do that.
The old me would me would check perez hilton about 3 times a day.
The new me takes hair vitamins 3 times a day.
The old me would not open your texts or facebook messages.
The new me opens but forgets to reply.
The old me would be excited about getting Bon Jovi tickets before they sold out.
The new me gets excited about getting a vegetable pizza lean cuisine for 50% off before they sell out.
Trying something new makes me think that maybe I've been stuck in my ways too long. Maybe it's time......Sister Christer gets a makeover.
The old me would watch a Split Ends marathon on the Style network and call it a productive Sunday.
The new me accepts my actual split ends as merely a construction zone that leads me to the road of long hair and happiness.
The old me would travel 24 hours in a car to see KG.
The new me deems it unnecessary to veer from 94 for a man, The (wo)Man, or...well, home.
The old me would spend 45 minutes getting ready to sit in a cube all day.
The new me will still do that.
The old me would me would check perez hilton about 3 times a day.
The new me takes hair vitamins 3 times a day.
The old me would not open your texts or facebook messages.
The new me opens but forgets to reply.
The old me would be excited about getting Bon Jovi tickets before they sold out.
The new me gets excited about getting a vegetable pizza lean cuisine for 50% off before they sell out.
As you can see, big changes are happening. Stay tuned.
8.26.2009
Shut up and put your money where your mouth is
Ahh, the State Fair. Considering I feel my stomach start to turn when I'm within smellshot of the little joint at Lake Calhoun, you can probably already guess that I'm not a huge fair food kind of girl.
HOWEVER. Although I can't pound the shakes from the Dairy Barn like I used to, Lord knows I'll forever and always deidcate the 3 days following my trip to the fair with breakfast, lunch, and dinner courtesy of Sweet Martha's cookies.
What I wouldn't give to be able to have milkshake right when I get through the gate, followed by waiting to wave during the Ken Barlow weather report on the 6:00 Kare11 News followed by another milkshake and maybe some free stickers from KDWB....oh to be 13 again.
Anyway, I am hoping to plan my trip to allign with Lori and Julia broadcasting live and/or Common. Fat chance that'll happen, but it'd be a dream come true of a fair trip for this girl. Who needs food when you have talk radio!?
Ok, so I just found out a guy I work with has grandparents who have owned a Cheese Curds stand at the fair for 35 years. I'm not sure why cheese curds needed to capitalized but he has been working there for 15 years. I asked him if he gets sick of them and he said never. I think I could handle a good 3 cheese curds before I start hearing Jillian Michels tell me how I weak I am and threatening to make me do the modified exercises with Anita. I can't handle that. I'm too competitive to give in to doing the modified. If I can't keep up with Natalie and Jillian, then I'm not even going to bother Shredding. (who even knows what I'm talking about now)
Anyway, I'll be steering clear of everything that's not Mowi Wowis and Sweet Martha's Cookies. Well, maybe I'll give the funnel cake fries a shot but only because they have chocolate dipping stuff.
OH and for you people who do not set restrictions on your fair food finds...let me just remind you that it takes 1355 steps to burn off one Pronto Pup. You're welcome.
Oh yeah, which reminds me...here are some more accurate smoothie recipes courtesy of my Women's Health Daily Dose newletter. They must be reading my blog too.
Anyway, 53% of people go to the fair ultimately for food. The only thing that draws people to the fair as much as the food is: the Miracle of Birth exhibit.
ahem....no thanks. Won't catch me there. It is two of the things I am least interested in: birthing and animals.
I will say that if I pass Green Mill, I may have a hard time saying no to this dessert pizza thing. Someone try it and describe it to me in full detail please. Meanwhile, I will do my best to avoid it at all costs because the last thing I can do is let Jillian and Bob down a mere 3 weeks before they're back in my life.
HOWEVER. Although I can't pound the shakes from the Dairy Barn like I used to, Lord knows I'll forever and always deidcate the 3 days following my trip to the fair with breakfast, lunch, and dinner courtesy of Sweet Martha's cookies.
What I wouldn't give to be able to have milkshake right when I get through the gate, followed by waiting to wave during the Ken Barlow weather report on the 6:00 Kare11 News followed by another milkshake and maybe some free stickers from KDWB....oh to be 13 again.
Anyway, I am hoping to plan my trip to allign with Lori and Julia broadcasting live and/or Common. Fat chance that'll happen, but it'd be a dream come true of a fair trip for this girl. Who needs food when you have talk radio!?
Ok, so I just found out a guy I work with has grandparents who have owned a Cheese Curds stand at the fair for 35 years. I'm not sure why cheese curds needed to capitalized but he has been working there for 15 years. I asked him if he gets sick of them and he said never. I think I could handle a good 3 cheese curds before I start hearing Jillian Michels tell me how I weak I am and threatening to make me do the modified exercises with Anita. I can't handle that. I'm too competitive to give in to doing the modified. If I can't keep up with Natalie and Jillian, then I'm not even going to bother Shredding. (who even knows what I'm talking about now)
Anyway, I'll be steering clear of everything that's not Mowi Wowis and Sweet Martha's Cookies. Well, maybe I'll give the funnel cake fries a shot but only because they have chocolate dipping stuff.
OH and for you people who do not set restrictions on your fair food finds...let me just remind you that it takes 1355 steps to burn off one Pronto Pup. You're welcome.
Oh yeah, which reminds me...here are some more accurate smoothie recipes courtesy of my Women's Health Daily Dose newletter. They must be reading my blog too.
Anyway, 53% of people go to the fair ultimately for food. The only thing that draws people to the fair as much as the food is: the Miracle of Birth exhibit.
ahem....no thanks. Won't catch me there. It is two of the things I am least interested in: birthing and animals.
I will say that if I pass Green Mill, I may have a hard time saying no to this dessert pizza thing. Someone try it and describe it to me in full detail please. Meanwhile, I will do my best to avoid it at all costs because the last thing I can do is let Jillian and Bob down a mere 3 weeks before they're back in my life.
8.25.2009
August 25, 2009
I will just go ahead and say that I will count today as a LOSS.
Sparing you all the teary eyed, hiccuppy sniffling details, I will tell you that I just ended my day with two episodes of Shaq Vs. and paying $60 to a company called "perfumesnsuch."
Shady.
The redeeming part of my day came at roughly 8:45 when I made the best smoothie I ever made. Since I don't keep track of what or how much I put in, it will probably never happen again. But here's a rough estimate just in case you have a bad day and need to redeem it with a smoothie.
enjoiii.
Sparing you all the teary eyed, hiccuppy sniffling details, I will tell you that I just ended my day with two episodes of Shaq Vs. and paying $60 to a company called "perfumesnsuch."
Shady.
The redeeming part of my day came at roughly 8:45 when I made the best smoothie I ever made. Since I don't keep track of what or how much I put in, it will probably never happen again. But here's a rough estimate just in case you have a bad day and need to redeem it with a smoothie.
- 7 strawberries. it might have been 5. It might have been 10, which is why I'm going with 7.
- 1 cup of orange juice. (really I just used the rest of the carton so I'm not sure how much it was)
- 2 bananas but throw away the ends because I heard once that spiders lay their eggs in the tips of bananas.
- 3/4 cup of plain yogurt.
enjoiii.
8.24.2009
U.S.S. Regal
This morning I hitched up my wagon and trotted into work.
MY STATION WAGON.
I'll give you a minute to laugh.......................ok, are you done yet?
Luckily I did not have to Ford the Mississippi as the beauty is a Mercury. But I do feel a case of Typhoid coming on.
You may recall my recent issues with cars... Let me rewind and tell you a little history...my mom had the Camry until 2005 when I, to everyone's shock and amazement, completed one year of college and inherited the Cam as a reward. I had little to no trouble with it (except for the 4th of July in 2004 but that was before it was 'mine') and did my dodiligence with maintenance and oil changes and blahblahblah.
Apparently the 70+ miles every day for the past 1.5 years had done a number on the ol' girl and she needed a new timing belt amoung other things. Since I don't exactly find myself swimming in safes full of dollar bills like they do on Duck Tales, I went with the timing belt and a few other smaller repairs and held off on anything that wasn't 'urgent.' Which THANK THE LORD ALMIGHTY I did because a mere 1 month later I was HIT by Skip (yes, his name was really Skip.) and the pool old girl was stamped with a seal from American Family Insurance of TOTALED.
So I inherited my mom's car again. Enter: The Regal. As you know, I've had issues with the USS Regal and was slightly embarrassed by the boatyness of it.
Well not anymore.
Because unbenounced to me, some green coolant was mixed with some pink coolant which made for a brown muddy substance in my radiator cap/tank thing which caused the USS Regal to need a little radiator flushing action. (ladies...DON'T MIX COOLANT COLORS!!!)
Which left me to temporarily inherit my mom's new car. One that she is very happy with and has wanted for a few years but I never thought Dad would give in.
Enter: station wagon.
Not just any station wagon. But the rounded back kind. with no cd player, leather seats, and just an overall embarrassment for anyone under 50 to be seen in.
So tonight as I trade in the Wagon for the Boat, I will be counting my blessings and will gladly tolerate the low tire light always being on and the premie gas she requires. Because at least it's not a station wagon.
I also have a fund called 'don't end up with mom's station wagon' started and it's well on it's way to breaking the vicious cycle of me inheriting her old cars.
MY STATION WAGON.
I'll give you a minute to laugh.......................ok, are you done yet?
Luckily I did not have to Ford the Mississippi as the beauty is a Mercury. But I do feel a case of Typhoid coming on.
You may recall my recent issues with cars... Let me rewind and tell you a little history...my mom had the Camry until 2005 when I, to everyone's shock and amazement, completed one year of college and inherited the Cam as a reward. I had little to no trouble with it (except for the 4th of July in 2004 but that was before it was 'mine') and did my dodiligence with maintenance and oil changes and blahblahblah.
Apparently the 70+ miles every day for the past 1.5 years had done a number on the ol' girl and she needed a new timing belt amoung other things. Since I don't exactly find myself swimming in safes full of dollar bills like they do on Duck Tales, I went with the timing belt and a few other smaller repairs and held off on anything that wasn't 'urgent.' Which THANK THE LORD ALMIGHTY I did because a mere 1 month later I was HIT by Skip (yes, his name was really Skip.) and the pool old girl was stamped with a seal from American Family Insurance of TOTALED.
So I inherited my mom's car again. Enter: The Regal. As you know, I've had issues with the USS Regal and was slightly embarrassed by the boatyness of it.
Well not anymore.
Because unbenounced to me, some green coolant was mixed with some pink coolant which made for a brown muddy substance in my radiator cap/tank thing which caused the USS Regal to need a little radiator flushing action. (ladies...DON'T MIX COOLANT COLORS!!!)
Which left me to temporarily inherit my mom's new car. One that she is very happy with and has wanted for a few years but I never thought Dad would give in.
Enter: station wagon.
Not just any station wagon. But the rounded back kind. with no cd player, leather seats, and just an overall embarrassment for anyone under 50 to be seen in.
So tonight as I trade in the Wagon for the Boat, I will be counting my blessings and will gladly tolerate the low tire light always being on and the premie gas she requires. Because at least it's not a station wagon.
I also have a fund called 'don't end up with mom's station wagon' started and it's well on it's way to breaking the vicious cycle of me inheriting her old cars.
8.20.2009
Bridezilla Picture Hoard/Whore Album #6
Allow me to weigh in on an important topic.
Facebook Wedding Albums.
Nothing makes me happier than being able to share that special moment with a couple I barely know through the means of facebook albums.
But here's the thing.
A few pictures leave me wanting more more more. Wishing I was there. Wishing I could see an awkward shot of the bride being held by all the groomsmen. Wishing I could see a jumping picture of the wedding party and perhaps a happy couple as they get sent off with bubbles/sparklers/etc.
One album leaves me neutrally content and satisfied. I've seen just enough of your wedding to know that you got your dress at David's Bridal, you have more bridesmaids than I would prefer, and I maybe shuttered when I saw the unity candle being lit because that's just an odd tradition to me. But all in all, looks like you had a nice, memorable wedding. Here's to the happy couple!
Two albums leaves me concerned I'm borderline wasting my time. but I cant stop clicking. because I'm waiting for something good. I've just seen 20 pics of you 'getting ready' with about 17 other girls and another 16 of the toasts and let's not forget 'the girls' shots which are upwards of 20 pics of the bridal party, your freshmen floor, and all the girls in your family. Probably doing Charlies' Angels shots. Which just made me shutter again because I hate Charlie's Angels posing.
Three albums. Hmm. Now you're making me wonder. If it's funny pictures from the reception, I might let it slide. If it's a photobooth or pics from your honeymoon, I'll give you those too. But I'm probably thinking you might be oversharing. and I'm worried that your fifth grade crush and old boyfriend's best friend's old girlfriend is knowing a little bit too much and you're a little bit too willing and it's a little bit annoying. Just saying.
Four or more albums is simply uncalled for.
Cool. It was the best day of your life. Cool you paid X amount of $$ and want everyone to know it. Let me be clear: I am not against wedding photography..I'm all for it actually. I am against excessive wedding albums on fbk. You should get a million pics from the greatest day of your life and keep it on a dusty dvd that you pull out for your anniversaries and let yours kids laugh at in 15 years. Maybe print out a few of the keepers to make your husband put one in his cubicle and of course use your best one for your Christmas card picture. That's what wedding pics are for. and that's what's expected.
Let's just remember that you have 700 friends on the FBK and even though they don't necessarily want to see a minute by minute documentation of 'the best day..so far ;)' they are obligated to check it out because A) they have a boring job and B) they have a boring social life so obviously C) they're going to look at every album that shows up in the dang newsfeed. But they can't help but roll their eyes when the '8-20-2009 <3 Album #4' shows up. but they click anyway.
It's my duty as your facebook acquaintance to lol at your pics. So why not give me one solid 60-ish pictured album with witty captions that will make me wish I had been invited and not want to hide you on my newsfeed. why why why. If I want more, I'll go to [insert photographer's name].blogspot.com to see them in all their satuated, sepia toned glory. Trust me. I probably will.
Exceptions to the excessive picture rule: cute kids. you can never see enough pictures of cute kids. So those don't count against you, wedding or not. Also, it's ok to have other people tag you in a million pics on your wedding. That's their 'my best friend's wedding album 3' problem to deal with, not yours.
Facebook Wedding Albums.
Nothing makes me happier than being able to share that special moment with a couple I barely know through the means of facebook albums.
But here's the thing.
A few pictures leave me wanting more more more. Wishing I was there. Wishing I could see an awkward shot of the bride being held by all the groomsmen. Wishing I could see a jumping picture of the wedding party and perhaps a happy couple as they get sent off with bubbles/sparklers/etc.
One album leaves me neutrally content and satisfied. I've seen just enough of your wedding to know that you got your dress at David's Bridal, you have more bridesmaids than I would prefer, and I maybe shuttered when I saw the unity candle being lit because that's just an odd tradition to me. But all in all, looks like you had a nice, memorable wedding. Here's to the happy couple!
Two albums leaves me concerned I'm borderline wasting my time. but I cant stop clicking. because I'm waiting for something good. I've just seen 20 pics of you 'getting ready' with about 17 other girls and another 16 of the toasts and let's not forget 'the girls' shots which are upwards of 20 pics of the bridal party, your freshmen floor, and all the girls in your family. Probably doing Charlies' Angels shots. Which just made me shutter again because I hate Charlie's Angels posing.
Three albums. Hmm. Now you're making me wonder. If it's funny pictures from the reception, I might let it slide. If it's a photobooth or pics from your honeymoon, I'll give you those too. But I'm probably thinking you might be oversharing. and I'm worried that your fifth grade crush and old boyfriend's best friend's old girlfriend is knowing a little bit too much and you're a little bit too willing and it's a little bit annoying. Just saying.
Four or more albums is simply uncalled for.
Cool. It was the best day of your life. Cool you paid X amount of $$ and want everyone to know it. Let me be clear: I am not against wedding photography..I'm all for it actually. I am against excessive wedding albums on fbk. You should get a million pics from the greatest day of your life and keep it on a dusty dvd that you pull out for your anniversaries and let yours kids laugh at in 15 years. Maybe print out a few of the keepers to make your husband put one in his cubicle and of course use your best one for your Christmas card picture. That's what wedding pics are for. and that's what's expected.
Let's just remember that you have 700 friends on the FBK and even though they don't necessarily want to see a minute by minute documentation of 'the best day..so far ;)' they are obligated to check it out because A) they have a boring job and B) they have a boring social life so obviously C) they're going to look at every album that shows up in the dang newsfeed. But they can't help but roll their eyes when the '8-20-2009 <3 Album #4' shows up. but they click anyway.
It's my duty as your facebook acquaintance to lol at your pics. So why not give me one solid 60-ish pictured album with witty captions that will make me wish I had been invited and not want to hide you on my newsfeed. why why why. If I want more, I'll go to [insert photographer's name].blogspot.com to see them in all their satuated, sepia toned glory. Trust me. I probably will.
Exceptions to the excessive picture rule: cute kids. you can never see enough pictures of cute kids. So those don't count against you, wedding or not. Also, it's ok to have other people tag you in a million pics on your wedding. That's their 'my best friend's wedding album 3' problem to deal with, not yours.
8.19.2009
Hoedown Throwdown
UPDATED: this is a combo of Wednesday and Thursday due to the fact that I cannot read the difference between 'PUBLISH' and 'SAVE NOW' when sitting in my 'SEVERE WEATHER EMERGENCY SHELTER.' (Also known as a dark basement hallway with no lights except for the spotlight gallery lighting on the 1970's artwork.)
As I sit here listening to the sirens go off, I find myself wishing these fluorescent lights would start to flicker and hoping to find myself laptopping from battery power alone.
I'm reminded of the first official PG-13 movie I ever saw in the theater. Twister. (Not to be confused with McGee & Me: Twister and Shout.) Twister was PG-13 and these were the days when the Maple Grove Mann theater carded. Or so I thought. Like showing my OJH 7th grade ID that was only used to get into dances would suddenly make it ok for me to hear a little more cursing than I was accustomed to.
Anyway, Twister opened up a whole new world for me, one sucky PG-13 movie at a time. Which is probably why I find myself drawn to the PG's to this day. It's like Twister was a letdown and I reverted back to what I knew I could always count on. Which is why I watched Hannah Montana: The Movie last night. and I cannot rave enough about the greatness that is: Tyra Banks. and wow, if Rascal Flatts ever sat on my porch and sang God Bless the Broken Road with me......I think I would pee my pants. Mainly because I'd be remembering the text that showed up on the screen at their concert last October: "God bless the broken road that lead me to this concert!! :) <3!!!
Tornado Warning. Now. (EDIT: this is where I move to the emergency shelter. This has not happened in 31 years...or so I'm told...I'm so glad I can be a part of it.)
I can't help but wonder if perhaps, just maybe, this so called "TORNADO" might be the finger of God trying to flick old Brett back where he belongs. (I'm not sure if I'm referrring to Wisconsin or Mississippi. Choose your own adventure.)
Not that I have a real opinion on the matter. I will be/am very much a bandwagoner and will proclaim the greatness of Brett Favre.......if he succeeds. If not, I will delete any blogish evidence, deny you all as friends and debunk any and all rumors that I ever was a 'Vikings Fan' by buying a cute Patriots tshirt. or maybe a generic NFL one so I can just bandwagon jump as much as I want but not need a new tshirt.
So now you know. My "love" for "minnesota sports" is "pure" and "genuine" and my "loyalty" will never "fade."
Until they start to suck.
You may notice you have not read about the Twins for a while. Well now that they've won two games in a row, and Joey Baseball is sitting at a crisp .380 so I guess I can give them a brief mention...here's to Delmon Young and Denard Span. That they continue to pop it, lock it, and polka dot it. mazel tov.
As I sit here listening to the sirens go off, I find myself wishing these fluorescent lights would start to flicker and hoping to find myself laptopping from battery power alone.
I'm reminded of the first official PG-13 movie I ever saw in the theater. Twister. (Not to be confused with McGee & Me: Twister and Shout.) Twister was PG-13 and these were the days when the Maple Grove Mann theater carded. Or so I thought. Like showing my OJH 7th grade ID that was only used to get into dances would suddenly make it ok for me to hear a little more cursing than I was accustomed to.
Anyway, Twister opened up a whole new world for me, one sucky PG-13 movie at a time. Which is probably why I find myself drawn to the PG's to this day. It's like Twister was a letdown and I reverted back to what I knew I could always count on. Which is why I watched Hannah Montana: The Movie last night. and I cannot rave enough about the greatness that is: Tyra Banks. and wow, if Rascal Flatts ever sat on my porch and sang God Bless the Broken Road with me......I think I would pee my pants. Mainly because I'd be remembering the text that showed up on the screen at their concert last October: "God bless the broken road that lead me to this concert!! :) <3!!!
Tornado Warning. Now. (EDIT: this is where I move to the emergency shelter. This has not happened in 31 years...or so I'm told...I'm so glad I can be a part of it.)
I can't help but wonder if perhaps, just maybe, this so called "TORNADO" might be the finger of God trying to flick old Brett back where he belongs. (I'm not sure if I'm referrring to Wisconsin or Mississippi. Choose your own adventure.)
Not that I have a real opinion on the matter. I will be/am very much a bandwagoner and will proclaim the greatness of Brett Favre.......if he succeeds. If not, I will delete any blogish evidence, deny you all as friends and debunk any and all rumors that I ever was a 'Vikings Fan' by buying a cute Patriots tshirt. or maybe a generic NFL one so I can just bandwagon jump as much as I want but not need a new tshirt.
So now you know. My "love" for "minnesota sports" is "pure" and "genuine" and my "loyalty" will never "fade."
Until they start to suck.
You may notice you have not read about the Twins for a while. Well now that they've won two games in a row, and Joey Baseball is sitting at a crisp .380 so I guess I can give them a brief mention...here's to Delmon Young and Denard Span. That they continue to pop it, lock it, and polka dot it. mazel tov.
8.18.2009
Waking up a Viking
Looks like KDWB is on top of their game..or on top of MY BLOG....?!
Anyway. Here you go. Waking Up a Viking.
Mine will be better. As long as I can figure out a way to get into the WBCS Studio to record it.
Anyway. Here you go. Waking Up a Viking.
Mine will be better. As long as I can figure out a way to get into the WBCS Studio to record it.
We're goin to Miami..Bienvenido a Miami.
SHHH...be quiet. Do you hear that?
brettbrett..brettbrett..brettbrett
NO, it's not Stephanie Tanner's heart when she has to pitch to the boy she likes in the championship game.
It's Favre. He's back.
I haven't seen Minneapolis/St. Paul come together like this since...well, never.
Maybe the 35W bridge collapse. Maybe the Twins in '87 or '91 although my mems are a bit blurry as I was more concerned with falling down the stairs in my walker or what to do if I couldn't open the bathroom door in Miss Shank's Kindergarten room.
This may or may not be a great thing for the Vikes, but I can confirm one thing: the hype is peaking and no one will be doing any work for the rest of the day. At least not without ESPN on the minimize.
My former Viking source says he's indifferent about Favre but is happy about the deal if it means bringing the crowds back to the Vikes and getting people behind the purple. oh and a new stadium.
In 1998 I had a Moss jersey and a 'Three Deep' poster from Burger King hanging in my room and taped the Vikings version of 'Welcome to Miami: the Vikings superbowl version" off the radio and tried to learn all the words.
Well, luckily all that memorization was not in vain. Because with the addition of Favre, it appears the Vikings may be a FAVE to make it to the superbowl. and.......................Superbowl 2010 happens to be in Miami.
COINSIDENCE? Maybe.
OR maybe God is blessing the broken road that led me astray from the Vikes for the past 10ish years and doesn't want me memorizing the lyrics to Big Willie Style to be for nothing.
Which means I'll be making a few slight name changes to this... or perhaps work out some cutsey favre-ish vikings lyrics to this. TBD.
brettbrett..brettbrett..brettbrett
NO, it's not Stephanie Tanner's heart when she has to pitch to the boy she likes in the championship game.
It's Favre. He's back.
I haven't seen Minneapolis/St. Paul come together like this since...well, never.
Maybe the 35W bridge collapse. Maybe the Twins in '87 or '91 although my mems are a bit blurry as I was more concerned with falling down the stairs in my walker or what to do if I couldn't open the bathroom door in Miss Shank's Kindergarten room.
This may or may not be a great thing for the Vikes, but I can confirm one thing: the hype is peaking and no one will be doing any work for the rest of the day. At least not without ESPN on the minimize.
My former Viking source says he's indifferent about Favre but is happy about the deal if it means bringing the crowds back to the Vikes and getting people behind the purple. oh and a new stadium.
In 1998 I had a Moss jersey and a 'Three Deep' poster from Burger King hanging in my room and taped the Vikings version of 'Welcome to Miami: the Vikings superbowl version" off the radio and tried to learn all the words.
Well, luckily all that memorization was not in vain. Because with the addition of Favre, it appears the Vikings may be a FAVE to make it to the superbowl. and.......................Superbowl 2010 happens to be in Miami.
COINSIDENCE? Maybe.
OR maybe God is blessing the broken road that led me astray from the Vikes for the past 10ish years and doesn't want me memorizing the lyrics to Big Willie Style to be for nothing.
Which means I'll be making a few slight name changes to this... or perhaps work out some cutsey favre-ish vikings lyrics to this. TBD.
8.17.2009
Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow!
Everyone knows Milwaukee is the mecca for all things hot, up, happening, fresh, etc.
This guy and this song seem to be a big deal there. Sonia thought he was singing "I like her, I wanna wipe her, I wanna take her home and put her in a diaper."
Turns out, Ray Nitti just wants to WIFE you. As does Antonio.
I know I would "husband" anyone who shook a water bottle at me for 4 minutes to a beat like this.
ummm...here's his music video. Please also note the Brewers bling Ray Nitti is sporting. THANK YOU WISCONSIN.
This guy and this song seem to be a big deal there. Sonia thought he was singing "I like her, I wanna wipe her, I wanna take her home and put her in a diaper."
Turns out, Ray Nitti just wants to WIFE you. As does Antonio.
I know I would "husband" anyone who shook a water bottle at me for 4 minutes to a beat like this.
ummm...here's his music video. Please also note the Brewers bling Ray Nitti is sporting. THANK YOU WISCONSIN.
VH1 has done it yet again..
Not everyone is as up on pop culture as me. Which is why I share my knowledge with you. So you can pretend to be.So I shared with you about More to Love. and now it is my honor, duty and privilege to introduce you to another tv show to love. You will love it more than More to Love.
My Antonio.
Now, I realize that you are probably borderline snobbish and once a band gets popular you think they've sold out and you move on to the next unknown band right before they hit it big. And your favorite channels are the Food Network and the History Channel and the Discovery Channel or heck, TLC because you 'love to learn.'
Well, my friends. You are better than me.
My Antonio is the best VH1 dating show ever. Better than Rock of Love. Better than Rock of Love 2. Better than Rock of Love Bus. Better than Scott Baio 45 and Pregnant. Better than I Love New York. Better than ALL OF THEM.
Want to know why?
Because within the first 5 minutes, Antonio Sabato, Jr. boats on up to his ladiez, takes his clothes off, gives a big stretch, dives in and swims to the girls.
It was so natural.
He eliminates Natalia a couple minutes later because of her hands and feet. This was her response:
“My hands and my feet are tiny,” she says. “You can go look back at my high school books. I’ve gotten best hands and best feet.”
WHAT?
Ok, so we know it's a good show. So I'll keep watching.
Antonio then leads the girls to a pile of cow skulls where he has a present for them: running shoes. He wants to see how athletic they are. So they have to mountain goat it up a sand mountain in their dresses and running shoes. One of the girls wishes she 'wore better underwear.'
The muscley girl won.
Then they go relax and I can tell already I'm REALLY GONNA LOVE ANJU. She's full of good lines.
There's a girl named Sara who cries a lot and there's a Playboy girl who doesn't like to be judged and then Antonio's mom eliminates a girl because she looks like all the girls he's dated in his previous 36 years of dating.
After some manis/pedis, Antonio has to eliminate a girl. He narrows it down to Anju and some other girl who was barely in the episode. He picks the unknownish girl because Anju says she can't be with just one person. Antonio says he's here to find love. Anju has to get on the 'Ciao Bella' boat and doesn't care because she doesn't like to climb mountains anyway.
This is GOOD TV. But I can hardly keep up..
So here's a recap of the ladiez: We started with 13. Bad hands and feet girl leaves us with 12. Mom kicks off the fake girl and we're down to 11. Antonio puts Anju on the Ciao Bella boat because they are not compatible and here we are at 10.
BUT WAIT....enter: Antonio's ex-wife. Here to win him back.
Wow. Who loves Sunday nights now!?
Me.
Yuddah yuddah bess, yuddah yuddah bess
Another weekend, another trip to Wisconsin.
I'm starting to build a stronger tolerance to dairy, country music, and tailgating. All foreign things to me until Wisconsin hit me with her best shot. (and no, I didn't have/listen/do any of those, but I'm just getting comfortable to the idea of them.)
The toughest thing about this vigorous schedule of driving for 8-10 hours every weekend is the high maintenance diva I've had to tote with me the past couple times. She's very particular about what I can feed her and her temp. Oh and she hates when I have any sort of bass on when I'm trying to blast 'Party in the USA' or something cool like that. So I listened to pure treble for 5 hours. plus another 5 hours. 10 hours of treble.
The Regal has many issues. She certainly doesn't party like it's 1999 anymore, that's for dang sure. Honestly, I'm not sure if she's more comparable to a hormonal teenage girl or a senial old woman. Either way...she's hard to be around. As smooth as she tries to appear in all her two tone glory, sister is a b to park and even harder to keep happy.
We got in a scuffle only 90ish minutes into my drive on Saturday and so after doing the handslap 'don't make me pull this car over' thing, I took a mandatory pitstop in Osseo, WI to let myself (and the radiator) cool off. I poored $11 worth of coolant into her to try to shut her up and she spit it back out. So I bought another one for safety sake and said stfu. Because honestly, what can you say back to that?
answer: nothing. So we drove the rest of the way ignoring each other. I ignored the low tire, low coolant lights and she ignored my wish to have bass so i could listen to this song the way it was meant to be listened to. (61 times, for the record. 61 DOWNS)
Anyway. I made it to Milwaukee. Did some stuff. Saw some people. Then I made it to Minneapolis. and now I'm issuing myself a warrent for car abuse and I'm not allowing myself to cross state lines until I turn myself into Jiffy Lube and apologize profusely for going way over since the last oil change. Turns out Mom never drove the Regal past Zachary Square so her oil changes were 1x/year. Which may be why she's so crabby.
and YES MOM, I'm enjoying driving the FORD.
I'm starting to build a stronger tolerance to dairy, country music, and tailgating. All foreign things to me until Wisconsin hit me with her best shot. (and no, I didn't have/listen/do any of those, but I'm just getting comfortable to the idea of them.)
The toughest thing about this vigorous schedule of driving for 8-10 hours every weekend is the high maintenance diva I've had to tote with me the past couple times. She's very particular about what I can feed her and her temp. Oh and she hates when I have any sort of bass on when I'm trying to blast 'Party in the USA' or something cool like that. So I listened to pure treble for 5 hours. plus another 5 hours. 10 hours of treble.
The Regal has many issues. She certainly doesn't party like it's 1999 anymore, that's for dang sure. Honestly, I'm not sure if she's more comparable to a hormonal teenage girl or a senial old woman. Either way...she's hard to be around. As smooth as she tries to appear in all her two tone glory, sister is a b to park and even harder to keep happy.
We got in a scuffle only 90ish minutes into my drive on Saturday and so after doing the handslap 'don't make me pull this car over' thing, I took a mandatory pitstop in Osseo, WI to let myself (and the radiator) cool off. I poored $11 worth of coolant into her to try to shut her up and she spit it back out. So I bought another one for safety sake and said stfu. Because honestly, what can you say back to that?
answer: nothing. So we drove the rest of the way ignoring each other. I ignored the low tire, low coolant lights and she ignored my wish to have bass so i could listen to this song the way it was meant to be listened to. (61 times, for the record. 61 DOWNS)
Anyway. I made it to Milwaukee. Did some stuff. Saw some people. Then I made it to Minneapolis. and now I'm issuing myself a warrent for car abuse and I'm not allowing myself to cross state lines until I turn myself into Jiffy Lube and apologize profusely for going way over since the last oil change. Turns out Mom never drove the Regal past Zachary Square so her oil changes were 1x/year. Which may be why she's so crabby.
and YES MOM, I'm enjoying driving the FORD.
8.14.2009
YAYz & NAYz
No time 4 complete sentences.
take what u can get.
YAYz..........NAYz
My very FIRST Brewers game tomorrow.........................5 hours of driving alone.
86 roommates reunion.....................minus KHood, Alfie, wooden Frankenstein from the junkyard, Billy Bomb, and the friendly mice who helped me get dressed and clean my closet room.
Found tickets on craigslist..................must meet WI man @ his family gathering upon my arrival.
It's Friday AFTERNOON.......................but only 2:30.
Ryan Braun and JJ Hottie...................................they're no Joe Mauer.
take what u can get.
YAYz..........NAYz
My very FIRST Brewers game tomorrow.........................5 hours of driving alone.
86 roommates reunion.....................minus KHood, Alfie, wooden Frankenstein from the junkyard, Billy Bomb, and the friendly mice who helped me get dressed and clean my closet room.
Found tickets on craigslist..................must meet WI man @ his family gathering upon my arrival.
It's Friday AFTERNOON.......................but only 2:30.
Ryan Braun and JJ Hottie...................................they're no Joe Mauer.
I ran everyday this week....................................I have to run tonight.
Downloaded a new song as running motivation............................it's an Akon one that sucks.
S'All 4 Now.
8.13.2009
Yes we can! but do we have to?
Things you missed out on hearing about while I forgot to blog this week:
Me going to the Wisconsin State Fair. Rather than gaining weight from the tempting dairy products and things on sticks, I think it's safe to say I lost 6 lbs due to sweating profusely.
I did enter the wonderful world of cream puffs and approved. Also, I took the liberty of people watching in West Allis (not West Dallas) and noted the dress code for the benefit of any future visits:
Me going to the Wisconsin State Fair. Rather than gaining weight from the tempting dairy products and things on sticks, I think it's safe to say I lost 6 lbs due to sweating profusely.
I did enter the wonderful world of cream puffs and approved. Also, I took the liberty of people watching in West Allis (not West Dallas) and noted the dress code for the benefit of any future visits:
- girls: tube tops.
- boys: shirts with sleeves ripped off.
- kids: kool-aid/snowcone mustaches.
- everyone: jean shorts.
Trail Trends. Cutting edge outfits to wear when you're biking: Singlets. (singlettes? singlits? Whatever, the thing you would wear if you were a high school wrestler. or any age wrestler I suppose). Apparently they are acceptable for both men and women. The first time I saw one was last week. A hefty girl was sporting one as she sped by me on her Schwinn. I thought about it for awhile. And thought maybe it was a dare. Or maybe it was a one off. But in the past 7 days, I have seen it 3 times. Granted, I've seen that hefty girl twice. So really only twice. But the other one was an elderly man with a santa beard last night. That's when I knew I need to take a look at the Eastbay catalog and order one in every color.
Another trend I noticed is a man I see rollerblading nearly everyday. We act kind of like we know each other now even though I usually smile and look away because little does he know the reason why I'm smiling is not because I recognize him from the day before, but because he always wear white BikeSport biker shorts and speed skates down the path back and forth at a perfectly bent over 90 degree angle and looks absolutely ridiculous.
So there you have it. Singlets and white biker shorts.
Baby are you down down down down down (doooown, doooown). I've listened to this song for roughly 6 days straight with no shame and found myself curious as to who was the musical genius behind the lyrics of this song. Also, I will admit to you also that I tried numerous times to count how many times they say the word DOWN, but always lose count when it comes to the 'down like the economy' part.
Waiting. Yesterday I did a lot of waiting. Let me repeat. A LOT OF WAITING. I wrote a really really really long blog about it but then I felt bad because it was basically a 20 minute long rant about the medical/pharmeceutical field and how much my life sucks and blahblahblah complain complain complain. Just as I was about to post it, someone gave me a free piece of pizza and a diet coke and I realized life's not so bad.
Also, I remembered Hannah Montana the movie is on my Netflix queue, due to arrive in less than one week. and my sister Megan is NOT excited about it and I will NOT write anything on her wall about it.
Meanwhile, who wants to go see Band Slam with me in the theater?
Just kidding.
Unless you want to go. In which case, fine.
8.12.2009
GET READY.
It's the most wonderful time of the year. The time of year where my self esteem shoots through the roof and I discover that I do indeed have a soft heart like my mom always suspected.
Who would have guessed that watching an 18 year old boy lose 10 lbs would move a person to tears?
You know it's going to be a good season when the PREVIEW makes you cry.
Ok, the first girl, I'm not going to even talk about her. She's the girl America voted on last season. I have little to no sympathy for 'no guys ask for my phone number' complaints. Maybe I just saw too many tears shed about this before. Which leads me to believe sister is on the WRONG SHOW.
ABBY. abby, abby, abby. Talk about a tear jerker SLASH crowd fave. Everyone's rooting for this girl and the show hasn't even started yet. Rooting for her via the Biggest Loser message boards, which of course, I have no time to look at. I haven't even had time to blog the past few days!
and FINALLY. my main man, Daniel. I love this kid. Love him love him love him. He worked his butt off last season but since he had a crappy roommate who thought being healthy was getting 4 hotdogs instead of 5, Danny boy suffered. Luckily, he has a second chance and I can already tell you, he'll be the one I'm cheering for AND/OR crying for.
Needless to say I'm praying these next 31 days FLY BY. I cannot handle many more Biggest Loserless Tuesdays.
Reasons why I love the show include, but are not limited to:
1. Kelsey crying before the 'Last Week's Recap' is even over and providing us with a constant show of covering her face and sniffling away tears for one solid hour.
2. Lindsay becoming Facebook friends with all the contestants.
3. Watching the first episode of the contestants and having Sonia say 'WOAH, you could slide a dollar bill in that thing!' about their belly buttons.
4. It reminds me to drink more Brita water, chew more Extra sugar free gum, and buy more Jennie-o, Jello, and Cheerios. All subliminally, of course.
8.10.2009
gotta get that boom boom BOOOOOM
Allow me to debunk any rumors you've heard that involves me slacking on this blog. My goal was to make myself do this m-f. But when I have days off, I consider that not a m-f. it's just kind of a bonus weekend day. I've been having a lot of bonus days lately. So sorry to the 6 of you that care.
Most of the days you don't see me posting on here, chances are pretty good I'm in an ongoing battle with torrential rain and unfair amounts of humidity and let me tell you...it is not pretty. There have been a lot of innocent victims along the way and I sense this next month will be the worst of it. Wake me up when September ends. Until then, I'm keeping my flag at half staff and my straightener is officially on sabatical until it mans up and can do it's job.
I've never been a fan of the wave at the metrodome because it's so gigantic and there are so many people who aren't into that it's just weak and not cool. Well the same thing happens to my hair. A weak attempt at the wave always is a letdown.
Also a letdown: a weak clap. Derek is really good at the weak clap. If you're going to give something a weak clap, it probably doesn't deserve any clap. General rule of thumb.
Another letdown: a weak high five.
And finally, the final letdown: the Twins.
Most of the days you don't see me posting on here, chances are pretty good I'm in an ongoing battle with torrential rain and unfair amounts of humidity and let me tell you...it is not pretty. There have been a lot of innocent victims along the way and I sense this next month will be the worst of it. Wake me up when September ends. Until then, I'm keeping my flag at half staff and my straightener is officially on sabatical until it mans up and can do it's job.
I've never been a fan of the wave at the metrodome because it's so gigantic and there are so many people who aren't into that it's just weak and not cool. Well the same thing happens to my hair. A weak attempt at the wave always is a letdown.
Also a letdown: a weak clap. Derek is really good at the weak clap. If you're going to give something a weak clap, it probably doesn't deserve any clap. General rule of thumb.
Another letdown: a weak high five.
And finally, the final letdown: the Twins.
8.06.2009
PPV
In an epic battle of who knows me best, I have narrowed it down to one final matchup.
Netflix vs. Pandora.
The rest of the bracket included past heavy hitters such as T9 texting, Recommended Just For You iTunes store thing, and Top 25 Most Played list along with the newcomers of the hide option for Facebook newsfeeds that allows me only care about a select few people and the Genius thing in iTunes that recommends me "new" music...almost always something by a 15 year old girl or a band that's been around for 25+ years.
Basically, as obscure as I may seem to the avg. blog reader, my laptop 'gets' me. Better than I get myself usually.
Unlike the advertising on my blog. Apparently only 2 of you were interested in BBW or Chubby Singles after that More to Love post last week. Thanks for the financial support, I will tell Google to make that $0.06 out to "Bethel" as that's where 98% of my earnings go these days.
So next week will be the final faceoff. Watch for it on PPV.
Netflix vs. Pandora.
The rest of the bracket included past heavy hitters such as T9 texting, Recommended Just For You iTunes store thing, and Top 25 Most Played list along with the newcomers of the hide option for Facebook newsfeeds that allows me only care about a select few people and the Genius thing in iTunes that recommends me "new" music...almost always something by a 15 year old girl or a band that's been around for 25+ years.
Basically, as obscure as I may seem to the avg. blog reader, my laptop 'gets' me. Better than I get myself usually.
Unlike the advertising on my blog. Apparently only 2 of you were interested in BBW or Chubby Singles after that More to Love post last week. Thanks for the financial support, I will tell Google to make that $0.06 out to "Bethel" as that's where 98% of my earnings go these days.
So next week will be the final faceoff. Watch for it on PPV.
8.05.2009
WOAHmygosh
If I had one wish when I woke up this morning, it would be that I'd wake up when my alarm went off.
That didn't happen. Because it rarely does these days. I think the ODing on puppychow must have something to do with it. Or perhaps the napping after work and then staying up until 2. Either way, what I wouldn't give for a decent excuse for being late aside from "I was up late watching Friday Night Lights."
Although to my credit, I now can get ready in under 20 minutes and not have my boss tell me I look tired and then say "Oh to be in my 20's again...don't tell me what you did last night, I don't think I even want to know!"
What? I napped. Watched the Twins kill Cleveland. and then did lunges to Kelly Clarkson next to an Asian man who also made an appearance in my dreams last night.
If that doesn't sound like a wild night of a 23 year old, I don't know what wild is.
Really, I don' t think I do.
So if I had another wish, I'd wish that my meetings were cancelled today so I could catch up on work and still have a little time to blog...BAM. Wish granted.
8.04.2009
The fastest route to a hot body
Jon and Kate. Did you watch? ME NEITHER. I do not support since it is no longer about Aiden and Hannah and how they are way cuter than the other 6 and is now about taking sides and Ed Hardy baby clothes.
Not interested.
I had better things to do like laughing when Lindsay was telling a story and Kelsey said "really?" and Lindsay said "YAH, I AM DEAD KIDDING!"
I think it was a combo of "I'm not kidding" and "I'm dead serious" but we will never be too sure.
Speaking of Gondsay Lirt, here are some things that have kept me laughing way past my bedtime that you should probably try..
Switching the first letter of a last name with the first letter of the first name. Think...Warbara Balters and Ghoopi Woldberg. "Monia" and I had some sleepless nights junior year because of this game. OH and probably a week's worth of not paying attention in Methods. Sorry Pegz. (Or should I say Kegz.)
Calling people by their T9 name. I would be lying to you if I told you I didn't laugh for a full 5 minutes about 'Abby Sonia Anna' translated into T9= Baby Sonic Bomb.
Switching the first TWO letter of the last name with the first TWO letters of the first name. I did this by accident the other day when I said "Gory Jert" which led me to Gondsay Lirt which led me down a long road of laughing to myself.
It was all fun and games until I got frusterated about having too many consonants in my name. I will never have a cool name in the name games.
life sucks.
Not interested.
I had better things to do like laughing when Lindsay was telling a story and Kelsey said "really?" and Lindsay said "YAH, I AM DEAD KIDDING!"
I think it was a combo of "I'm not kidding" and "I'm dead serious" but we will never be too sure.
Speaking of Gondsay Lirt, here are some things that have kept me laughing way past my bedtime that you should probably try..
Switching the first letter of a last name with the first letter of the first name. Think...Warbara Balters and Ghoopi Woldberg. "Monia" and I had some sleepless nights junior year because of this game. OH and probably a week's worth of not paying attention in Methods. Sorry Pegz. (Or should I say Kegz.)
Calling people by their T9 name. I would be lying to you if I told you I didn't laugh for a full 5 minutes about 'Abby Sonia Anna' translated into T9= Baby Sonic Bomb.
Switching the first TWO letter of the last name with the first TWO letters of the first name. I did this by accident the other day when I said "Gory Jert" which led me to Gondsay Lirt which led me down a long road of laughing to myself.
It was all fun and games until I got frusterated about having too many consonants in my name. I will never have a cool name in the name games.
life sucks.
8.03.2009
13 going on 30
I would like to wish a very happy bday to my sister Kelly who's pushing 30 and my sister Megan who is also pushing 30 from me, your sister who is no where near 30.
30 flirty and fabulous.
Here's the part where I admit to you that I took a nap yesterday while watching...(drumroll please) The Babysitter's Club Movie. You may remember it from 1993ish. You may remember having a crush on Luka. and you may remember the part when he finds out Stacy is only 13 and yells 'THUR-TEEN!? THUR-TEEN?! THUR-TEEN!?' in the cab in his cute european accent.
That's how I woke up from my nap.
I would much prefer waking up to Luka yelling 13 rather than the t-mobile jingle. But until I get a new phone, I'm not sure that's possible. Which will probably be in 2014. When I'm free of my contract.
Things I learned this weekend:
30 flirty and fabulous.
Here's the part where I admit to you that I took a nap yesterday while watching...(drumroll please) The Babysitter's Club Movie. You may remember it from 1993ish. You may remember having a crush on Luka. and you may remember the part when he finds out Stacy is only 13 and yells 'THUR-TEEN!? THUR-TEEN?! THUR-TEEN!?' in the cab in his cute european accent.
That's how I woke up from my nap.
I would much prefer waking up to Luka yelling 13 rather than the t-mobile jingle. But until I get a new phone, I'm not sure that's possible. Which will probably be in 2014. When I'm free of my contract.
Things I learned this weekend:
- I don't know how to make puppy chow
- I don't know how to cut watermelon
- You can buy phones from places other than tmobile (what!?)
- and finally..I can catch
Allow me to explain a bit.
First. We partied like it was 1999 on Saturday. Meaning: we watched She's All That, American Pie, and stuffed our faces with Doritos and Puppy Chow. But guess who was in charge of the puppy chow and has never made it before? me. Guess who thought it was going to be so easy and it wasn't? me. Guess who had to salvage it? Becky. But guess who finished it off today for breakfast? me.
Second. I apparently not only am an inadequate puppy chow chef, but also watermelon cutter.
Third. I always thought you had to buy phones from your provider. I had no idea you can buy phones on ebay. and ___ and ____ and a million other places apparently. Am I dumb? Don't answer that.
FINALLY. Dana was nice enough to give his Twins tix to me on Friday which were AWESOME seats. My sister said 'Look there's the hoopman from the Timberwolves games!' I stood up and said 'where? where?' since I am a big fan of the hoopman and BAM. he pointed his tshirt gun at me and the dang thing sailed right into my hot little hands. It was a direct hit much to the dismay of the man to the left of Kelsey who, yes, got to first base trying to catch the shirt and also much to the dismay of the handicapped man in front of us who stared at the shirt sitting in my lap for the next 6 innings.
So not only am a one tshirt richer, but i also have a newfound confidence in my athleticism. I've doubted my ability to catch ever since junior year when steven used to throw bouncy balls at me in the RA meetings because he thought it was funny that my reaction was to duck and not catch.
Who's laughing now? mainly me..because I tend to laugh at my own jokes and I'm still laughing about Kelsey letting that man get to 1st base over a tshirt.
7.30.2009
More like White Sux
(I'm going to continue to write about overweight women just so you get the 'plus size match.com' ad every time you visit this blog.)
Just kidding, because I really can't afford to give up my Tuesday night spinning to watch More to Love. And my recent track record for not waking up on time demands I ban myself from Netflix and DVR after 9:30 PM. Plus I remembered writing something about how I wasn't going to watch (as much) tv anymore. whoops.
In my defense, I have been doing an A+ job at running daily...5 days in a row, still going strong. Although it took me 1.5 hours to make myself put on running shorts and another hour to make it out the door, I did it. Yes, I was gone for maybe 30 minutes and yes, I stuffed my ipod and credit card down my shirt to go Target post-run and yes I forgot they were there until 11:30 at night. That's nearly 4 hours of Girl Talk in a sports bra. Also the equivalent of 1 Twins game and 1 episode of FNL and however long it took me to redo my blog.
(ff 1 hr for evacuation drill that had me sitting in a parking lot with 1,000 people over 40 talking about humidity and strange weather patterns of July 2009)
In honor of the Twins big V last night, here's a cute pic of Duensing.
Duensing: "You wanted to see me?" Gardenhire: "Not really. You're starting. That's all."
I always love that one.
I couldn't be happier about the sweep. I love the close games that end with a Twins win, I love moving into 2nd place officially and I hate the Sox. All's well in my world.
Which got me thinking. My life is pretty good these days considering my biggest worry is whether or not I recorded Entourage in HD or reg.
ROUGH LIFE.
Oh, that and being out of gas. I gotta fill the two tone up with the Premium, she's so much higher maintenance than the Cam ever was. and the Maplewood gas stations are t-r-o-u-b-l-e around 4:15 PM on Thursdays. No joke. Shady things happening over here. Makes me happy I live on the other side of the river....I hope that wasn't racist/sexist/age-ist etc. Merely a preference of gas station crowds. But today I forfeited my freedom to choose as the gas light is on and girl has her tongue wagging for some 93 octane.
Just kidding, because I really can't afford to give up my Tuesday night spinning to watch More to Love. And my recent track record for not waking up on time demands I ban myself from Netflix and DVR after 9:30 PM. Plus I remembered writing something about how I wasn't going to watch (as much) tv anymore. whoops.
In my defense, I have been doing an A+ job at running daily...5 days in a row, still going strong. Although it took me 1.5 hours to make myself put on running shorts and another hour to make it out the door, I did it. Yes, I was gone for maybe 30 minutes and yes, I stuffed my ipod and credit card down my shirt to go Target post-run and yes I forgot they were there until 11:30 at night. That's nearly 4 hours of Girl Talk in a sports bra. Also the equivalent of 1 Twins game and 1 episode of FNL and however long it took me to redo my blog.
(ff 1 hr for evacuation drill that had me sitting in a parking lot with 1,000 people over 40 talking about humidity and strange weather patterns of July 2009)
In honor of the Twins big V last night, here's a cute pic of Duensing.
Duensing: "You wanted to see me?" Gardenhire: "Not really. You're starting. That's all."
I always love that one.
I couldn't be happier about the sweep. I love the close games that end with a Twins win, I love moving into 2nd place officially and I hate the Sox. All's well in my world.
Which got me thinking. My life is pretty good these days considering my biggest worry is whether or not I recorded Entourage in HD or reg.
ROUGH LIFE.
Oh, that and being out of gas. I gotta fill the two tone up with the Premium, she's so much higher maintenance than the Cam ever was. and the Maplewood gas stations are t-r-o-u-b-l-e around 4:15 PM on Thursdays. No joke. Shady things happening over here. Makes me happy I live on the other side of the river....I hope that wasn't racist/sexist/age-ist etc. Merely a preference of gas station crowds. But today I forfeited my freedom to choose as the gas light is on and girl has her tongue wagging for some 93 octane.
7.29.2009
I'd like 10lbs less to love
Did you watch More to Love?
I had no intentions of watching it, but after hearing Sonia's voice go up 2 octaves and start giggling uncontrollably everytime she thought about it, I figured I'd give it a chance in my DVR'ed world as we usually have similar taste in tv shows (i.e. Friday Night Lights, duh)
I called her when I got home to see if it was worth delaying my bedtime an hour and she told me all the good parts (what's your favorite food? Thick and juicy.' and him giving them promise rings, promising to love them for who they are on the inside.)
Which shouldn't surprise me since the show was sponsored by 1 Samuel 16:7 and Proverbs 31.
Just kidding. But thanks Awana.
If you missed it, I'll tell you that all the girls can picture themselves marrying Luke as of the first 15 minutes, few to none of them have been in relationships EVER, and watching in HD is not necessary as all you can think about is how bad Emme, the host looks in high def.
Other highlights...or lowlights...or heavy material:
Melissa- "I have never been on a date, my weight has always been in the way."
Sandy- "I think I intimidate people because they are not used to a plus size girl being confident."
Natalia- "What if I am alone for the rest of my life because I am big."
Kristian- "My last boyfriend dumped me because he was embarrassed that he hadn't been with someone as heavy as me before."
Bonnie- "I am the chubby, fashion-less girl who bakes cookies with her mom."
Lauren- "Guys don't give me attention, they want the gorgeous skinny girls, not the gorgeous chubby girls."
Honestly, I FF'ed through a lot of the show and caught MLB highlights and youtube videos while I 'watched' and overall, allow me to weigh in my opinion as to how it compares with other reality shows.....
Biggest Loser>Millionaire Matchmaker>More to Love>anything else on tv>Dating in the Dark
Other highlights...or lowlights...or heavy material:
Melissa- "I have never been on a date, my weight has always been in the way."
Sandy- "I think I intimidate people because they are not used to a plus size girl being confident."
Natalia- "What if I am alone for the rest of my life because I am big."
Kristian- "My last boyfriend dumped me because he was embarrassed that he hadn't been with someone as heavy as me before."
Bonnie- "I am the chubby, fashion-less girl who bakes cookies with her mom."
Lauren- "Guys don't give me attention, they want the gorgeous skinny girls, not the gorgeous chubby girls."
Honestly, I FF'ed through a lot of the show and caught MLB highlights and youtube videos while I 'watched' and overall, allow me to weigh in my opinion as to how it compares with other reality shows.....
Biggest Loser>Millionaire Matchmaker>More to Love>anything else on tv>Dating in the Dark
So it may not be worth planning your Tuesday night around....UNLESS...you are like me and get strangely inspired to workout after watching overweight people confess how unhappy they are or how badly they'd like to drop 50 lbs, etc.
Nothing gets me to Life Time faster than the Biggest Loser. However, I have a feeling More To Love might be a close contender. I'll need another episode to make sure.
Bottom line, it may not be quality tv, but it's a good motivator. So thank you, Fox. I'll never miss a Tuesday workout.
Nothing gets me to Life Time faster than the Biggest Loser. However, I have a feeling More To Love might be a close contender. I'll need another episode to make sure.
Bottom line, it may not be quality tv, but it's a good motivator. So thank you, Fox. I'll never miss a Tuesday workout.
7.28.2009
TGTBIO
Everything went my way last night.
I did an extra long run. The Twins won. Which means the White Sox lost. And heck, let's throw in a Detroit loss while were on a roll. 3 games behind has never tasted so sweet. And let's just talk about that Spansome catch our boy Denard had. I did a little replay action on that baby because it was just that good. and let me just say, Wow Wee Mike Cuddyer, nice homer.
After a nearly a full week of being ashamed and embarrassed of the Twins, I can now say I'm once again proud of my boys. The only downer is Sloweyano being out until 2000-never/spring training. I'll miss the kid. Mainly because he was the closest to consistent we had for a starter.
Plus, the Bachelorette is over. TGTBIO. Which I didn't watch. and didn't hear much about. But still, I'm glad it's over. Mainly because it means we are one step closer to ABC realizing they have had 1 success story out of...HOW MANY? I'm fairly sure most of these people are capable of finding love on their own in perhaps a less contrived, non-deadline sort of way.
But what do I know.
7.27.2009
It's like 10,000 forks when all I need is Tim Riggins
I've reached a fork in the road as of this weekend. It's a decision that could be potentially life changing. For the worse or the better, TBD.
I have completed season 2 of Friday Night Lights. (Which, if you haven't caught on by now, I've become a HUGE fan of in the past 6 weeks.)
Netflix unfortunately does not offer the Watch Instantly with Season 3 and 4 of my beloved FNL, hence the fork in the road:
Do I torture myself with 1 disc a month of Season 3 and not finish until Christmas?
Or do I officially give up on tv until the good stuff comes back in Septemeber/Octoberish? (minus the Twins and Entourage of course because we both know that cold turkey no tv will only result in Saturday binges of Hannah Montana and late night Golden Girls marathons..both very unhealthy habits. Plus when you say 'I'm not going to watch tv anymore' it excludes all sports, HBO, and anything OnDemand. You didn't know that? Oh well, that's the rules.)
(and just to clarify, when I say Good Stuff I'm really only talking about one show that starts on 9/15 and yes I do have a paper chain countdown in my cubicle for it.)
So anyway. I debated about it for about 2:45 yesterday when I decided to spend half my day on a walk. and yes, I realize that's a long time to think about TV. But let me be honest with you: I was mostly wondering if Principal Taylor will allow Dillon HS to get a jumbotron for the football field and wondering if Lila and Tim Riggins is going to be a lasting relationship.
FNL stuff that I won't know the answers on until Netflix magically awards me with the Watch Instantly Season 3 option because my walk clued me in that I probably should be running as I have a marathon to run in approx. 2 months.
So the decision was made for me based purely on fear and guilt: my FNL time is hereby changing to marathon training time.
Things you can expect from this decision:
I have completed season 2 of Friday Night Lights. (Which, if you haven't caught on by now, I've become a HUGE fan of in the past 6 weeks.)
Netflix unfortunately does not offer the Watch Instantly with Season 3 and 4 of my beloved FNL, hence the fork in the road:
Do I torture myself with 1 disc a month of Season 3 and not finish until Christmas?
Or do I officially give up on tv until the good stuff comes back in Septemeber/Octoberish? (minus the Twins and Entourage of course because we both know that cold turkey no tv will only result in Saturday binges of Hannah Montana and late night Golden Girls marathons..both very unhealthy habits. Plus when you say 'I'm not going to watch tv anymore' it excludes all sports, HBO, and anything OnDemand. You didn't know that? Oh well, that's the rules.)
(and just to clarify, when I say Good Stuff I'm really only talking about one show that starts on 9/15 and yes I do have a paper chain countdown in my cubicle for it.)
So anyway. I debated about it for about 2:45 yesterday when I decided to spend half my day on a walk. and yes, I realize that's a long time to think about TV. But let me be honest with you: I was mostly wondering if Principal Taylor will allow Dillon HS to get a jumbotron for the football field and wondering if Lila and Tim Riggins is going to be a lasting relationship.
FNL stuff that I won't know the answers on until Netflix magically awards me with the Watch Instantly Season 3 option because my walk clued me in that I probably should be running as I have a marathon to run in approx. 2 months.
So the decision was made for me based purely on fear and guilt: my FNL time is hereby changing to marathon training time.
Things you can expect from this decision:
- More complaining
- More charlie horses
- Bad tan lines
7.24.2009
Oh, to be a tween again..
Let me set this up for you.
It's the summer of 1997.
and I'm way too into Beanie Babies.
(even more embarrassing is that Megan was too and she was almost in junior high)
McDonalds naturally caught on to the beanie craziness and brought us the oh so cute and poorly made teenie beanies.
Megan and I would call around to the Osseo, Champlin, and Maple Grove McDonald's to see what beanie baby they were giving out that week (I believe they switched it every Friday?) and then beg our mom to drive us in the conversion van.
Well fourth grade Christa and beanie baby fans, you'll be happy to know the teenie beanies have returned in honor of the 30th anniversary of the Happy Meal.
And good thing I've moved on to bigger and better things to collect like plain dresses that all look the same from TJ Maxx, light pink/clear nail polish that all look the same to the naked eye (only I choose which one to use based on the different degrees of irredescentness and the likeability of the name), frozen vegetables in the freezer that I will probably never eat, episodes of The Real World Cancun that I'll never watch, and sweaty clothes on the floor of my bedroom.
That's about all I collect these days.
But yes. I'm over the teenie beanies.
But just in case you aren't..I'd thought I'd keep you in the Happy Meal loop.
Other things I got way too into between 1997-2004:
Nsync
The Thoroughbred Series books
Plus One
7th Heaven
Left Behind for Kids books
Airheads, Combos, and Dew from Wally's Market
Tie Dye
Wally Szczerbiak
She's All That
Not showering daily
It's the summer of 1997.
and I'm way too into Beanie Babies.
(even more embarrassing is that Megan was too and she was almost in junior high)
McDonalds naturally caught on to the beanie craziness and brought us the oh so cute and poorly made teenie beanies.
Megan and I would call around to the Osseo, Champlin, and Maple Grove McDonald's to see what beanie baby they were giving out that week (I believe they switched it every Friday?) and then beg our mom to drive us in the conversion van.
Well fourth grade Christa and beanie baby fans, you'll be happy to know the teenie beanies have returned in honor of the 30th anniversary of the Happy Meal.
And good thing I've moved on to bigger and better things to collect like plain dresses that all look the same from TJ Maxx, light pink/clear nail polish that all look the same to the naked eye (only I choose which one to use based on the different degrees of irredescentness and the likeability of the name), frozen vegetables in the freezer that I will probably never eat, episodes of The Real World Cancun that I'll never watch, and sweaty clothes on the floor of my bedroom.
That's about all I collect these days.
But yes. I'm over the teenie beanies.
But just in case you aren't..I'd thought I'd keep you in the Happy Meal loop.
Other things I got way too into between 1997-2004:
Nsync
The Thoroughbred Series books
Plus One
7th Heaven
Left Behind for Kids books
Airheads, Combos, and Dew from Wally's Market
Tie Dye
Wally Szczerbiak
She's All That
Not showering daily
AHEM. Good Morning.
I spent 40 minutes trying to decide if I liked my blog black or white. So naturally I chose grey.
I guess I forgot to look at it after I changed it because I just caught a glimpse and YES I'm fully aware of the boringness of the color combos and pictures, etc. Maybe someday Steven will come to Minnesota and teach me some computer codes to vamp it up a little.
And when I say teach, I mean do it for me while I watch tv. Just like editing my Survivor video.
So Steven, you're cordially invited to mn.
Bottom line is: blogging is harder than you think.
You want to know what else is harder than you think? Finding fax numbers for pre-employment screening places, finding a convenient gas station in St. Louis Park, and being a Twins fan.
I went to bed after the Twins scored in the top of the 9th..5-3. I woke up to find they lost 6-5. wtf. I will never learn my lesson.
Well time to warm up my voice. Today's the first day of the rest of my life. AND/OR the day I get sick of listening myself talk.
PS, tell me how it's possible that MN couple had over a million people watch their wedding video in a day and they got on Good Morning America the very next morning? Seriously. If that's not enough incentive to walk down the aisle to Chris Brown and pay your cousin to tape it and put it on youtube, then I don't know what is.
Although I prefer the Today Show.
(just in case you are one of the 2 people that DIDN'T watch this on tv/facebook/youtube in the past 24 hours...here you go.)
I guess I forgot to look at it after I changed it because I just caught a glimpse and YES I'm fully aware of the boringness of the color combos and pictures, etc. Maybe someday Steven will come to Minnesota and teach me some computer codes to vamp it up a little.
And when I say teach, I mean do it for me while I watch tv. Just like editing my Survivor video.
So Steven, you're cordially invited to mn.
Bottom line is: blogging is harder than you think.
You want to know what else is harder than you think? Finding fax numbers for pre-employment screening places, finding a convenient gas station in St. Louis Park, and being a Twins fan.
I went to bed after the Twins scored in the top of the 9th..5-3. I woke up to find they lost 6-5. wtf. I will never learn my lesson.
Well time to warm up my voice. Today's the first day of the rest of my life. AND/OR the day I get sick of listening myself talk.
PS, tell me how it's possible that MN couple had over a million people watch their wedding video in a day and they got on Good Morning America the very next morning? Seriously. If that's not enough incentive to walk down the aisle to Chris Brown and pay your cousin to tape it and put it on youtube, then I don't know what is.
Although I prefer the Today Show.
(just in case you are one of the 2 people that DIDN'T watch this on tv/facebook/youtube in the past 24 hours...here you go.)
7.23.2009
First Draft Band Names
lol.
Duran Duran Duran
Bon Jovial
Minivan Halen
The Stepping Stones
The Whom
Public Enema
The Murderers
Notorius P.I.G.
Deaf Leopard
Naughty by Nurture
The Pussy Cat Sluts
Reasonable Doubt
Deathhouse
Duran Duran Duran
Bon Jovial
Minivan Halen
The Stepping Stones
The Whom
Public Enema
The Murderers
Notorius P.I.G.
Deaf Leopard
Naughty by Nurture
The Pussy Cat Sluts
Reasonable Doubt
Deathhouse
Score! That was amaxing!
My head is spinning with schools that I could have never had a prayer of getting into. So I thought since the printer gets to take a break for unknown reasons, my faxing and printing and w-9 requesting needs a break too.
Things that will not be discussed today:
Things that will be discussed:
and a midair travis barker drum solo for your enjoyment.
Things that will not be discussed today:
- yesterday's Twins game
- my 2nd counterfeit race of 2009
- my embarrassingly early bedtime
- Kelsey's role in the Real Roommates of St. Louis Park. (mainly because she's not around enough to be included.)
- how much I detest when people say Score! or Chilaxin.
Things that will be discussed:
- how cool Target Field looks when you exit off of 6th from 394.
- how impressed I was with my race time considering my 'training' has been on halt since..well, 2008ish.
- how I got 8 hours of sleep last night and still managed to squeeze in 1.5 episodes of FNL. Unreal.
- how I worked up the courage to order off the secret menu at Jamba Juice last weekend and forget to tell you.
6th Street Exit=highly recommended. Go ahead and go a little slower and take in the sights of the whatever it's called plaza, the giant Twins sign, and the site of probably 30ish games next year. (because Lord knows most will be cancelled/delayed/miserable due to that fantastic decision to not put a retractable roof on the dang thing). Still looks cool and I'm still looking forward to the day that I have to worry about tan lines at a Twins game.
Torchlight 5k. I listened to GirlTalk and started in the front of the pack. Works like a charm until you hit mile 3 when you realized you haven't gone this fast since the mile run in 6th grade. I think I could have finished a bit stronger, but I came in with a respectable sub 24 finish time which is awesome since my marathon training schedule of late has consisted of lifting my laptop from the couch to my bed every night around 10:30.
Which was 9:30 last night. Also factored in: sleeping in until 6:45 yet still managing to leave by 7:15. I am officially nothing short of AMAZING. (which I just typed as amaxing and kind of like how that looks/sounds).
I psyched myself up from the parking lot into Whole Foods and told myself if the girl at the counter seemed nice, then i would just quietly say 'do you guys make the pink starburst one here?' She looked nice. So I did it. and she said yes. I thought to myself I better get the original instead of the small just in case it's super good. It was very good. Not super. just very. so go with the small. but worth the quiet questioning and worth ordering. Next time: White Gummibear.and a midair travis barker drum solo for your enjoyment.
7.22.2009
High Maintenance Listener Gal
I had to turn off KFAN because there were too many commercials and commercials are on my 'To Don't' list today. and always. This girl waits for nothing. I need to start to podcast instead of listen to live radio if I'm going to be so high maintenance. So I might be a day late and dollar short on my sports news, but at least I will have an extra half hour in my day.
Here's some more To Don'ts for you.
Don't order the Orange Creamsicle Galactyc Float from the Galaxy Drive-In in SLP. It's too messy and the mug was heavy and hard to hold in the backseat of the Lex. I had to use Lindsay's yoga sweat towel to clean up. and I'm a fast drinker so it wasn't worth the $3.45 that Lindsay paid for me to get it.
Don't watch any movie with Lindsey Lohan. Ever. The only tolerable ones are Freaky Friday and Parent Trap but that's only because I like tween moves more than the average adult. Labor Pains went straight to cable but it should have gone straight to..somewhere where no one would ever have to watch it.
Don't go to bed when the Twins are winning by 10 runs.
Don't volunteer for projects to make yourself busier. Being busy is not all it's cracked up to be. It is better to be fake busy than actual busy.
Don't think that setting your alarm clock for 10 minutes earlier will make you actually get up 10 minutes earlier.
Don't assume you are safe to be naked in a hotel room. You are probably being taped and you will probably end up on a French website.
Don't wear Ed Hardy or hang out with people who wear Ed Hardy.
Don't eat candy that's embarrassing to be caught eating.
Don't tell people maybe to something if you really don't want to do it. Because although maybe pretty much always means no, you will still feel guilty when your maybe turns into a no and you will still be resented for giving the answer 'maybe.' It is far better to be resented without the guilt.
Don't bring your phone with you to the gym. It's annoying to be the person next to the person on the phone.
Don't go to a private Christian school unless you want to spend all your money on weddings and student loans.
Here's some more To Don'ts for you.
Don't order the Orange Creamsicle Galactyc Float from the Galaxy Drive-In in SLP. It's too messy and the mug was heavy and hard to hold in the backseat of the Lex. I had to use Lindsay's yoga sweat towel to clean up. and I'm a fast drinker so it wasn't worth the $3.45 that Lindsay paid for me to get it.
Don't watch any movie with Lindsey Lohan. Ever. The only tolerable ones are Freaky Friday and Parent Trap but that's only because I like tween moves more than the average adult. Labor Pains went straight to cable but it should have gone straight to..somewhere where no one would ever have to watch it.
Don't go to bed when the Twins are winning by 10 runs.
Don't volunteer for projects to make yourself busier. Being busy is not all it's cracked up to be. It is better to be fake busy than actual busy.
Don't think that setting your alarm clock for 10 minutes earlier will make you actually get up 10 minutes earlier.
Don't assume you are safe to be naked in a hotel room. You are probably being taped and you will probably end up on a French website.
Don't wear Ed Hardy or hang out with people who wear Ed Hardy.
Don't eat candy that's embarrassing to be caught eating.
Don't tell people maybe to something if you really don't want to do it. Because although maybe pretty much always means no, you will still feel guilty when your maybe turns into a no and you will still be resented for giving the answer 'maybe.' It is far better to be resented without the guilt.
Don't bring your phone with you to the gym. It's annoying to be the person next to the person on the phone.
Don't go to a private Christian school unless you want to spend all your money on weddings and student loans.
I regret writing this almost as much as you'll regret reading it.
There's a woman here who sits 15 steps away from me. I walk past her cube to use the secret door to go to the secret bathroom about 5 times a day because I drink a lot of water these days.
I've never talked to her. But she has a 3 foot tall metal plant stand outside of her cube with an elvis clock sitting on top of it. The kind that his bottom half swings back and forth so it looks like his hips are moving. Don't act like you don't know.
So this girl, or grandmother aged woman I should say, deems it necessary to have a constant flow of candy for the easily tempted (me) and refills her plant stand/elvis thing with a nice and fresh assortment every week. (it was a sad week when she was on vacation july 6-10).
Since we've never talked, I always feel weird taking stuff when she's at her desk because I feel like I need to strike up a convo in exchange for the free gift..but frankly, I don't want to. I just want the candy. So I always walk past on my way to the bathroom, check to see if she's there, and eye what I wanna swipe if she's gone. I don't want to draw attention to myself by stopping to dig around or something so it's kind of like that pick up sticks game..what can i take that will be quick and easy and won't disturb any of the other pieces of candy so the man across from her doesn't hear me rustling through her goods.
So today. Coast is clear. I eye one of those long skinny laffy taffys. On my way back, I swiped it up without even having to pause. It was super smooth. I walk back to my desk and try to unwrap it.
Let me just tell you that the next 6 minutes were dedicated to pure frustration trying to eat that dang thing. I had to get out my scissors and clearly was in a frantic struggle, me vs. green apple, when one of the more intimidating people I work with walked in on me. She just kind of stared at me for the longest 6 seconds of my life. I set down my scissors and threw the candy to the corner of my desk behind some 3 ring binders out of instinct. She asked her question. I stuttered out an answer. She gave me a weird look. Walked away.
I'm sticking to my sugarless gum now to get my fix. Mainly because when someone catches you with a long skinny green apple laffy taffy and a pair of scissors..it's kind of embarrassing.
I've never talked to her. But she has a 3 foot tall metal plant stand outside of her cube with an elvis clock sitting on top of it. The kind that his bottom half swings back and forth so it looks like his hips are moving. Don't act like you don't know.
So this girl, or grandmother aged woman I should say, deems it necessary to have a constant flow of candy for the easily tempted (me) and refills her plant stand/elvis thing with a nice and fresh assortment every week. (it was a sad week when she was on vacation july 6-10).
Since we've never talked, I always feel weird taking stuff when she's at her desk because I feel like I need to strike up a convo in exchange for the free gift..but frankly, I don't want to. I just want the candy. So I always walk past on my way to the bathroom, check to see if she's there, and eye what I wanna swipe if she's gone. I don't want to draw attention to myself by stopping to dig around or something so it's kind of like that pick up sticks game..what can i take that will be quick and easy and won't disturb any of the other pieces of candy so the man across from her doesn't hear me rustling through her goods.
So today. Coast is clear. I eye one of those long skinny laffy taffys. On my way back, I swiped it up without even having to pause. It was super smooth. I walk back to my desk and try to unwrap it.
Let me just tell you that the next 6 minutes were dedicated to pure frustration trying to eat that dang thing. I had to get out my scissors and clearly was in a frantic struggle, me vs. green apple, when one of the more intimidating people I work with walked in on me. She just kind of stared at me for the longest 6 seconds of my life. I set down my scissors and threw the candy to the corner of my desk behind some 3 ring binders out of instinct. She asked her question. I stuttered out an answer. She gave me a weird look. Walked away.
I'm sticking to my sugarless gum now to get my fix. Mainly because when someone catches you with a long skinny green apple laffy taffy and a pair of scissors..it's kind of embarrassing.
7.21.2009
You learn something new every day.
Today I learned that the speed limit is automatically lowered 20 mph if it's raining. Did you know that? Which means you need to leave approx. 20 minutes earlier for every mile you have to go on 394. So, let's do a little math lesson.
55mph on 394. Now down to 35 because it's raining. 5 miles on 394 x 20 minutes more per mile = I should have left at roughly 3:40am. Which also = the approximate time I fell asleep due to Twins induced anxiety.
(I'm not sure how accurate my math is since I spend a lot of time exaggerating, overthinking and complaining these days. Ask anyone who's talked to me for 5 minutes. Call it a mid-summer slump.)
But for real. (cue complaining) It took me almost 3x as long and I have my bladder, lower back pain, and shorter than normal temper to back me up.
All I want to do on a rainy day like today is watch the Lindsay Lohan movie I taped from ABC Family. I wanted to watch it real bad last night, but Lindsay made me watch Dating in the Dark, which for the record, I think is ridiculous, but couldn't stop watching. Which makes me think it would be better suited for the likes of VH1 so I would know ahead of time to avoid it at all costs.
Yes, lay on the couch, finish off Kelsey's box of crackers and watch LiLo in a subpar straight to cable movie. Could you think of any better way to spend a day?
Oh and finally, I'd like to point out that Cuddyer was safe.
55mph on 394. Now down to 35 because it's raining. 5 miles on 394 x 20 minutes more per mile = I should have left at roughly 3:40am. Which also = the approximate time I fell asleep due to Twins induced anxiety.
(I'm not sure how accurate my math is since I spend a lot of time exaggerating, overthinking and complaining these days. Ask anyone who's talked to me for 5 minutes. Call it a mid-summer slump.)
But for real. (cue complaining) It took me almost 3x as long and I have my bladder, lower back pain, and shorter than normal temper to back me up.
All I want to do on a rainy day like today is watch the Lindsay Lohan movie I taped from ABC Family. I wanted to watch it real bad last night, but Lindsay made me watch Dating in the Dark, which for the record, I think is ridiculous, but couldn't stop watching. Which makes me think it would be better suited for the likes of VH1 so I would know ahead of time to avoid it at all costs.
Yes, lay on the couch, finish off Kelsey's box of crackers and watch LiLo in a subpar straight to cable movie. Could you think of any better way to spend a day?
Oh and finally, I'd like to point out that Cuddyer was safe.
7.20.2009
Hey Monday, let'd do this.
Well, it looks like all the hours of indoor recess, free choice time, and running home from school to catch the PBS show finally paid off and Tippi Canoe can rest easy...Carmen Sandiego has been found.
Meanwhile, I am bound by contract to stay with T-Mobile for the next 24 months. I feel backed into a corner and have been breathing shallowly for about 4 days now out of commitment induced fear that I haven't experienced since making the decision of which college to go to. I can't stop thinking about how I will never get a new phone, I'll never choose the right plan, and I'll never be able to figure out how to get them to stop billing me as Christal.
If I had one wish it's that Jon Gosselin would stop dating that not very cute girl. Ok, 2 wishes: also, for him to stop wearing Ed Hardy. Do people really like Ed Hardy clothes? I think you'd sooner find me decked out in Carhart or Fox Racing gear than Ed Hardy.
Twinskis lost a heartbreaker in the 12th last night. I gotta say, there are very few things that make my heart race faster than extra innings. Car accidents and John Mayer is all I can think of at the moment. Next time the Twins go into extra innings, I'm waking up Kelsey and demanding she takes all my vitals. Then I'm suiting the MLB for health related issues and taking it easy for a year or 2.
I have health insurance. !!!. Which means now I get to wait a month or 2 to get into the doctor to watch her sign her name for a prescription or 3 and find out how much I weigh in some tricky form of weight measurement. I also will tell her no I do not smoke. No, I'm not pregnant. No. No. No and No. I always feel like they're just waiting for me to go through my teenage rebelious years..newsflash, Janet, I'm 23 and am not a huge risk taker.
So while I wait for that, I'm figuring out how to get dental insurance too so I can wait for 6 months to get in with them. Which leaves me 6 months to freak out about cavities. Which is why I bought 'Enamel Shield' at Target yesterday. Here's to hoping i don't have to get tested for HIV this time.
On that note, maybe it's time I find a new dentist. I'm going to look into going to the one that has a billboard on 94 about how they don't lecture you. 'Gentle Dentistry' or something like that. Supposedly, they just do their job rather than make you feel bad that you inherited your mom's soft enamel and give into acidic drinks every now and then.
I think this little car accident has made me a more responsible adult. Financially, physically, pharmaceutically, insurancely, organizationally. I highly recommend it.
WELL. I have a busy week. Work wise. Social wise. Friday Night Lights wise. Running wise. Trying to get 8 hours of sleep wise. etc. g2g.
Meanwhile, I am bound by contract to stay with T-Mobile for the next 24 months. I feel backed into a corner and have been breathing shallowly for about 4 days now out of commitment induced fear that I haven't experienced since making the decision of which college to go to. I can't stop thinking about how I will never get a new phone, I'll never choose the right plan, and I'll never be able to figure out how to get them to stop billing me as Christal.
If I had one wish it's that Jon Gosselin would stop dating that not very cute girl. Ok, 2 wishes: also, for him to stop wearing Ed Hardy. Do people really like Ed Hardy clothes? I think you'd sooner find me decked out in Carhart or Fox Racing gear than Ed Hardy.
Twinskis lost a heartbreaker in the 12th last night. I gotta say, there are very few things that make my heart race faster than extra innings. Car accidents and John Mayer is all I can think of at the moment. Next time the Twins go into extra innings, I'm waking up Kelsey and demanding she takes all my vitals. Then I'm suiting the MLB for health related issues and taking it easy for a year or 2.
I have health insurance. !!!. Which means now I get to wait a month or 2 to get into the doctor to watch her sign her name for a prescription or 3 and find out how much I weigh in some tricky form of weight measurement. I also will tell her no I do not smoke. No, I'm not pregnant. No. No. No and No. I always feel like they're just waiting for me to go through my teenage rebelious years..newsflash, Janet, I'm 23 and am not a huge risk taker.
So while I wait for that, I'm figuring out how to get dental insurance too so I can wait for 6 months to get in with them. Which leaves me 6 months to freak out about cavities. Which is why I bought 'Enamel Shield' at Target yesterday. Here's to hoping i don't have to get tested for HIV this time.
On that note, maybe it's time I find a new dentist. I'm going to look into going to the one that has a billboard on 94 about how they don't lecture you. 'Gentle Dentistry' or something like that. Supposedly, they just do their job rather than make you feel bad that you inherited your mom's soft enamel and give into acidic drinks every now and then.
I think this little car accident has made me a more responsible adult. Financially, physically, pharmaceutically, insurancely, organizationally. I highly recommend it.
WELL. I have a busy week. Work wise. Social wise. Friday Night Lights wise. Running wise. Trying to get 8 hours of sleep wise. etc. g2g.
7.17.2009
7.16.2009
beYAWNsay
I'm so tired. I just yawned for the better part of a 2 hour meeting. Meetings between 12:30 and 3:00 should not be allowed. You know how tired I get after eating a nice big salad.
Ok, and birthday cake.
Point being, some downtime midway through the day would be much appreciated.
Beyonce. I can't imagine myself at that concert tonight. I was a borderline fan of Beyonce up until the moment I heard 'If I was a Boy' at which point I said..no thanks.
I also am holding a grudge because she ripped off my boy Jonny's song and changed ONE word and took the credit.
This is not the first time she has 'STOLEN' a song. Irreplacable, Still in Love (Kissing You), If I were a Boy, Halo, and probz plenty more. B changes a couple lyrics and then takes the writing credz. Not cool.
Apparently there was a company picnic yesterday. and what's his face's band played Van Halen and Bon Jovi and brought a talkbox and everything. and everyone brought their babies. and some undisclosed people 'let their hair down.'
I didn't know about it.
I remember everything got REAL quiet around 3. and I heard people talking about going to Sam's Club a few days ago. But that's about it.
better luck next year??
Ok, and birthday cake.
Point being, some downtime midway through the day would be much appreciated.
Beyonce. I can't imagine myself at that concert tonight. I was a borderline fan of Beyonce up until the moment I heard 'If I was a Boy' at which point I said..no thanks.
I also am holding a grudge because she ripped off my boy Jonny's song and changed ONE word and took the credit.
This is not the first time she has 'STOLEN' a song. Irreplacable, Still in Love (Kissing You), If I were a Boy, Halo, and probz plenty more. B changes a couple lyrics and then takes the writing credz. Not cool.
Apparently there was a company picnic yesterday. and what's his face's band played Van Halen and Bon Jovi and brought a talkbox and everything. and everyone brought their babies. and some undisclosed people 'let their hair down.'
I didn't know about it.
I remember everything got REAL quiet around 3. and I heard people talking about going to Sam's Club a few days ago. But that's about it.
better luck next year??
7.15.2009
Jessica Simpson related anxiety
Poor Jess.
Luckily Nick is single again too. and luckily I'd promise to commit to watching Newlyweds 2.0 if they did it. Which let's be honest, would be a great career/financial move for both of them.
In other news Jon Gosselin is not coming out with his own clothing line and may or may not be engaged.
Who cares?
Besides Aiden. Hannah. Leah. Colin. Joel. Alexis. Maddy. and Cara.
I'm more concerned about my student loans getting taken out today. and a questionable meeting that just showed up on my calendar. and my poor posture. and Jessica Simpson related stress. Will she ever make a comeback? Will she ever get super skinny again? Will she text John Mayer back? Will I ever buy her hair extentions, swimsuits, bags, or shoes? (answer: no).
You get the point. Big deal sort of things.
Maybe Jon and 8 + Jess =Yes.
Luckily Nick is single again too. and luckily I'd promise to commit to watching Newlyweds 2.0 if they did it. Which let's be honest, would be a great career/financial move for both of them.
In other news Jon Gosselin is not coming out with his own clothing line and may or may not be engaged.
Who cares?
Besides Aiden. Hannah. Leah. Colin. Joel. Alexis. Maddy. and Cara.
I'm more concerned about my student loans getting taken out today. and a questionable meeting that just showed up on my calendar. and my poor posture. and Jessica Simpson related stress. Will she ever make a comeback? Will she ever get super skinny again? Will she text John Mayer back? Will I ever buy her hair extentions, swimsuits, bags, or shoes? (answer: no).
You get the point. Big deal sort of things.
Maybe Jon and 8 + Jess =Yes.
Fill up my (waterbottle)..Mazel Tov.
So I went to my Tuesday night spinning class and lo and behold Toyota (rip, cam) was having some huge event at good old LTF. I didn't think much of it until I got to class only to find Roberto spinning some tunes for us.
Ok, I love Roberto. In an arm's length sort of don't kiss my cheek or give me a full on hug sort of way. He loves himself a good techno remix of Lady Gaga and who can't appreciate that when they feel like they'd rather lick the floor underneath the guy's bike next to you then do another sprint uphill?
Well, I figured Roberto was the main event. Then I figured those free mini backpacks on the handlebars were the main event. Then I thought maybe the free waterbottles with ice cold water that they passed out at 6:30 was the main event. Then I thought the little Clif Shots they passed out at 6:45 was the main event.
MUCH TO MY SHOCK AND DISMAY..
The 'Main Event' of class last night was that it was 2 hours long.
I found this out after hour 1 never seemed to stop.
I'm pretty sure I was hips back, position 3, and/or hovering in my sleep last night and had a nightmare that involved ADD LOAD every 8 counts.
Not to mention almost every song was mixed with MJ. Talk about getting stuck in your head. But if you've never experienced Flo Rida/Jackson 5, Don't Stop Believin/Billie Jean, or that disco stick song with Beat It, then you have not experienced the good life.
badumching.
Also, the teach standing on top of his bike and yelling 'Let your body roooooock!' might have been a highlight. Right behind when he did the Bert dance 'Walk like a Pigeon' across the front of the room. Or took 90 seconds to count from 10 to 1.
But anyway. Here I am. A mini backpack, a Toyota waterbottle, and an entire body's worth of soreness richer.
Ok, I love Roberto. In an arm's length sort of don't kiss my cheek or give me a full on hug sort of way. He loves himself a good techno remix of Lady Gaga and who can't appreciate that when they feel like they'd rather lick the floor underneath the guy's bike next to you then do another sprint uphill?
Well, I figured Roberto was the main event. Then I figured those free mini backpacks on the handlebars were the main event. Then I thought maybe the free waterbottles with ice cold water that they passed out at 6:30 was the main event. Then I thought the little Clif Shots they passed out at 6:45 was the main event.
MUCH TO MY SHOCK AND DISMAY..
The 'Main Event' of class last night was that it was 2 hours long.
I found this out after hour 1 never seemed to stop.
I'm pretty sure I was hips back, position 3, and/or hovering in my sleep last night and had a nightmare that involved ADD LOAD every 8 counts.
Not to mention almost every song was mixed with MJ. Talk about getting stuck in your head. But if you've never experienced Flo Rida/Jackson 5, Don't Stop Believin/Billie Jean, or that disco stick song with Beat It, then you have not experienced the good life.
badumching.
Also, the teach standing on top of his bike and yelling 'Let your body roooooock!' might have been a highlight. Right behind when he did the Bert dance 'Walk like a Pigeon' across the front of the room. Or took 90 seconds to count from 10 to 1.
But anyway. Here I am. A mini backpack, a Toyota waterbottle, and an entire body's worth of soreness richer.
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