FACT: I stayed up late watching Ellen Degeneres do stand-up. Then I slept in over an hour and was late to work. (Worth it.)
FACT: Sonia and I are checking out the adults night at the Roller Garden by my house before she moves. Wanna come? I might not be able to backwards skate, but I can get pretty low (especially to BSB 'Everybody') and I won the dice game once in 6th grade.
FACT: AJ and I are both listening to the Journey station on Pandora to see who gets better songs. Even though I don't know what he's got, I'm pretty sure I'm winning. How can you lose with Lights (live), Lady, Sister Christian, and Bohemian Rhapsody in a row? Impossible.
FACT: I DVRed The Oprah Effect on CNBC last night and now I think I might buy a struggling cake business and send Oprah a bundt cake. Either that or copy the 'Living Oprah' girl only put a little twist on it..look for my blog to be changing to www.livingellen.com. I'm guessing I'll be doing some dancing and wearing a lot of vests and sneakers. Stay tuned.
FACT: This is at the top of my Christmas/Birthday/if you want to buy me something wishlist. It's also something I find myself watching most Saturday nights, but please don't judge.
**I realize posting this 10 minute long infomercial is pretty much like the final days of school before summer break where the teachers all say screw it, I'm showing Myth Busters reruns instead of teaching Physics. Since I was usually ok with Mr. Huston's choice, I assumed you'd be ok if I took it easy today too..plus I have a lot of work.
5.29.2009
5.28.2009
I'm not sorry
Nothing like a mid-day Twins game to make you put blogging on the back burner.
My inbox is full. My texts are at capacity. and I can't bear to listen to another 'are you ok!?' voicemail. I know I usually blog twice by now, but people, I have priorities.
I'm holding my breath for tonight's big game. You know the one. This is the part of the NBA season where people who aren't even fans should consider watching the last 20 seconds of fourth quarters. I'm not sayin......I'm just sayin......
(I think this guy might be a big deal some day. )
Just Overheard: They want couches and chairs? Geez, this isn't Google.
Ok, back to me.
I never realized how much Lamar Odom and I have in common. The only difference is that I have to buy my own candy. Despite our similarities, I'm still holding out for a Nuggz/Magic matchup. Gotta love the Chaunce.
I just found my saving grace thanks to gmail chatting with a certain Steven: the Journey station on Pandora. It has played non-stop 80's goodness for the last 7 songs. Usually I skip until I reach my thumbs down limit, but not today. I'm crossing my fingers to hear Faithfully before 4:00. God, if you love me, you'll make this happen. Sooner the better because a girl can only air guitar for so long. I need a ballad asap.
Best parts: 2:09 when The Voice is de-stasched and 2:53 when the guitar and woah woah woahs come in and take over your mind for the rest of the day.
You're welcome.
My inbox is full. My texts are at capacity. and I can't bear to listen to another 'are you ok!?' voicemail. I know I usually blog twice by now, but people, I have priorities.
I'm holding my breath for tonight's big game. You know the one. This is the part of the NBA season where people who aren't even fans should consider watching the last 20 seconds of fourth quarters. I'm not sayin......I'm just sayin......
(I think this guy might be a big deal some day. )
Just Overheard: They want couches and chairs? Geez, this isn't Google.
Ok, back to me.
I never realized how much Lamar Odom and I have in common. The only difference is that I have to buy my own candy. Despite our similarities, I'm still holding out for a Nuggz/Magic matchup. Gotta love the Chaunce.
I just found my saving grace thanks to gmail chatting with a certain Steven: the Journey station on Pandora. It has played non-stop 80's goodness for the last 7 songs. Usually I skip until I reach my thumbs down limit, but not today. I'm crossing my fingers to hear Faithfully before 4:00. God, if you love me, you'll make this happen. Sooner the better because a girl can only air guitar for so long. I need a ballad asap.
Best parts: 2:09 when The Voice is de-stasched and 2:53 when the guitar and woah woah woahs come in and take over your mind for the rest of the day.
You're welcome.
5.27.2009
I can't see you, I can't hear you, but I know you're there because I can feel you.
Some people are born to be wild. Some people are born ready. I was born to be bored.
Thus, this.
Things are looking up for me though. Summer is here. Which means Thursdays are the new Wednesdays which used to be the new Saturdays. Thursdays mean Farmer's Market/Brit's Pub rooftop outings not to mention the obvious choice of Canterbury buck night which I think I've talked about at least 6 other times. Whatever. At least you know where to find me. Probably by myself since the Sonj is moving back to the Nah. Again, whatever. Hey, MAYBE YOU CAN COME WITH ME.
I'm running yet another half this weekend. Yes, another. This will be officially my 5th half but...technically speaking..13th half which reduced equals 6.5 wholes. but officially, 5th half. Hopefully faster than 1:51. and hopefully my ipod doesn't get stuck on Dude Looks Like a Lady again.
And guess who wore the 6th grade teacher outfit again today? And no, I will not be giving a lesson on Voyage of the Mimi. But I did make CT a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch today. Here, enjoy and learn. and if you FF to 1:00 you can rekindle your love with the deaf girl who always has the good ideas and 1:20 with the man/woman who looks like the older brother from Honey I Shrunk the Kids.
**Oh, quick sidenote. eight hundred thirty and no/100----------dollars. That's me, practicing writing Ken a check.
Thus, this.
Things are looking up for me though. Summer is here. Which means Thursdays are the new Wednesdays which used to be the new Saturdays. Thursdays mean Farmer's Market/Brit's Pub rooftop outings not to mention the obvious choice of Canterbury buck night which I think I've talked about at least 6 other times. Whatever. At least you know where to find me. Probably by myself since the Sonj is moving back to the Nah. Again, whatever. Hey, MAYBE YOU CAN COME WITH ME.
I'm running yet another half this weekend. Yes, another. This will be officially my 5th half but...technically speaking..13th half which reduced equals 6.5 wholes. but officially, 5th half. Hopefully faster than 1:51. and hopefully my ipod doesn't get stuck on Dude Looks Like a Lady again.
And guess who wore the 6th grade teacher outfit again today? And no, I will not be giving a lesson on Voyage of the Mimi. But I did make CT a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch today. Here, enjoy and learn. and if you FF to 1:00 you can rekindle your love with the deaf girl who always has the good ideas and 1:20 with the man/woman who looks like the older brother from Honey I Shrunk the Kids.
**Oh, quick sidenote. eight hundred thirty and no/100----------dollars. That's me, practicing writing Ken a check.
Amazing Happened
I think I'm going to be real sick real fast.
I just ate a yogurt that I brought yesterday, but forgot about. So it's been unrefridgerated for roughly 27 hours. I ate it without thinking since it was sitting on my desk and I was clearly due for a snack seeing as I've been here for nearly 45 minutes.
If anything happens to me, I want Kelsey to have that can of Mountain Dew that I hid from myself somewhere in my room and I want Sonia to have my facebook/gmail password so she can update my status and blogs from beyond the grave. The rest of my stuff can be auctioned off with the proceeds benefitting reality tv shows on VH1 and Bravo. I wouldn't want their ratings to suffer just because I'm not there to watch those marathons they run on weekends and holidays.
While I wait for the sickness to kick in, I'm anxiously awaiting a call that could potentially change the course of my life..or at least how I spend my paycheck this week. Ken from M&M Auto calling about my brakes. Apparently, I am now grown up enough to pay for my own car repairs. I beg to differ. I think the SLP Super Target will suffer the greatest loss if this turns ugly.
Yesterday was where Amazing happened.
Twins win. Magic win. My dad fixed my purse with a hole punch and a keyring, and I finally talked to my long lost Milwaukeean friend.
Can I eleborate on the Magic win and just say I really am a big fan of Dwight Howard? I think he's great. Lebron is fun to watch and is clearly..well, the best. BUT, sometimes it's just not fun to like the guy that everyone else likes. Sometimes you have to like the JC Chasez's instead of the Justin Timberlakes. I would like to see the Magic finish this thing asap. I haven't liked the Magic since the days of Penny and Shaq and I think it's about time the finals get a little black and blue again..minus the sweep. Here's to the finals: Nuggets vs. Magic. I will be the only person watching if this is the case, but that's where Amazing happens.
**Special shoutout to the Flying V on 694W last night that went a perfect 55mph across all 3 lanes and made it take 6 years to get from SLP to MG. Cool.
I just ate a yogurt that I brought yesterday, but forgot about. So it's been unrefridgerated for roughly 27 hours. I ate it without thinking since it was sitting on my desk and I was clearly due for a snack seeing as I've been here for nearly 45 minutes.
If anything happens to me, I want Kelsey to have that can of Mountain Dew that I hid from myself somewhere in my room and I want Sonia to have my facebook/gmail password so she can update my status and blogs from beyond the grave. The rest of my stuff can be auctioned off with the proceeds benefitting reality tv shows on VH1 and Bravo. I wouldn't want their ratings to suffer just because I'm not there to watch those marathons they run on weekends and holidays.
While I wait for the sickness to kick in, I'm anxiously awaiting a call that could potentially change the course of my life..or at least how I spend my paycheck this week. Ken from M&M Auto calling about my brakes. Apparently, I am now grown up enough to pay for my own car repairs. I beg to differ. I think the SLP Super Target will suffer the greatest loss if this turns ugly.
Yesterday was where Amazing happened.
Twins win. Magic win. My dad fixed my purse with a hole punch and a keyring, and I finally talked to my long lost Milwaukeean friend.
Can I eleborate on the Magic win and just say I really am a big fan of Dwight Howard? I think he's great. Lebron is fun to watch and is clearly..well, the best. BUT, sometimes it's just not fun to like the guy that everyone else likes. Sometimes you have to like the JC Chasez's instead of the Justin Timberlakes. I would like to see the Magic finish this thing asap. I haven't liked the Magic since the days of Penny and Shaq and I think it's about time the finals get a little black and blue again..minus the sweep. Here's to the finals: Nuggets vs. Magic. I will be the only person watching if this is the case, but that's where Amazing happens.**Special shoutout to the Flying V on 694W last night that went a perfect 55mph across all 3 lanes and made it take 6 years to get from SLP to MG. Cool.
5.26.2009
Dear Abby
Who doesn't love getting Naked in the dumpster?
Ooooh, how many times did we use that joke junior year? We had an acquired taste for expired Naked juice back in our youth. I bought a Naked Blue Machine today for $3.19 that expires in 7 weeks and I was reminded of the days when I lived on the edge drinking the free expired versions. Me and my LTF bag, trying to get as many Berry Blasts as I could find before The Hills came on. Eh, Grahambo?
I needed the B vitamin boost due to the weather today so Blue Machine was my obvious choice. You might laugh now, but B vitamins are the best thing you can have if you are having a bad day. The Odwalla B Monster is a little better option, for sugar reasons, but the Blue Machine or a handful of blueberries will do the trick too. IT WORKS. Vitamin B is linked to treating depression, reducing water retention, and high blood pressure as well as 'unlocking the energy' in food that you eat.
Guess where else you can get B vitamins? Beer. and also: energy drinks. 5 Hour Energy contains 8,333% of your daily recommended value and since you can't overdo it on B vitamins, why wouldn't you? Well, because the other stuff is maybe not so great for your heart I guess. I drank an Extra Strength 5 Hour Energy before my half marathon last weekend and my heart was palpitatting to the beat of Bounce That by Girl Talk to the point that I thought my right ventricle might just bounce that left ventricle out of the way before mile 3.
Which is why I stick with the B Monsters, Blue Machines and blueberries in my oatmeal.
It's working. I have been 100% happier since I started this post and I am accreditting it to the fact I just topped off my Naked.
**This is dedicated to Abby because I know she's the only one who will really follow my advice. and a sidenote, you are probably getting enough B vitamins already. but happiness can be found in the overflow. B+D=your happiness.
Ooooh, how many times did we use that joke junior year? We had an acquired taste for expired Naked juice back in our youth. I bought a Naked Blue Machine today for $3.19 that expires in 7 weeks and I was reminded of the days when I lived on the edge drinking the free expired versions. Me and my LTF bag, trying to get as many Berry Blasts as I could find before The Hills came on. Eh, Grahambo?
I needed the B vitamin boost due to the weather today so Blue Machine was my obvious choice. You might laugh now, but B vitamins are the best thing you can have if you are having a bad day. The Odwalla B Monster is a little better option, for sugar reasons, but the Blue Machine or a handful of blueberries will do the trick too. IT WORKS. Vitamin B is linked to treating depression, reducing water retention, and high blood pressure as well as 'unlocking the energy' in food that you eat.
Guess where else you can get B vitamins? Beer. and also: energy drinks. 5 Hour Energy contains 8,333% of your daily recommended value and since you can't overdo it on B vitamins, why wouldn't you? Well, because the other stuff is maybe not so great for your heart I guess. I drank an Extra Strength 5 Hour Energy before my half marathon last weekend and my heart was palpitatting to the beat of Bounce That by Girl Talk to the point that I thought my right ventricle might just bounce that left ventricle out of the way before mile 3.
Which is why I stick with the B Monsters, Blue Machines and blueberries in my oatmeal.
It's working. I have been 100% happier since I started this post and I am accreditting it to the fact I just topped off my Naked.
**This is dedicated to Abby because I know she's the only one who will really follow my advice. and a sidenote, you are probably getting enough B vitamins already. but happiness can be found in the overflow. B+D=your happiness.
Aaden Gosselin
I'm moved in.
I'm weddinged out.
I feel my summer has officially started as of opening my eyes this morning. Minus the rainy weather. But since my hair is doing it's usual humidity routine and I'm sweating profusely indoors, I'd say, yes. It's here. And I couldn't be happier to put my hair up everyday before 9am and put on some extra deodorant.
except for how do people with fulltime jobs get tan?
My mom used to make us write down goals at the beginning of every summer. This year, it boils down to two core goals.
Train for my first marathon and get a tan.
I know what you're thinking. Yes, I've run a marathon (make that 4) already, but here's the thing. My 'training' usually consists of nothing until September..which is when I taper off and start eating even more.
So Twin Cities 2009 is destined to be different. Weather pending. If it is 98% humidity or torrential rainfall, I might give myself a break, but otherwise I'm thinking this is a good year to qualify for Boston.
I'm not sure how the tan thing will work out. But I'm certainly going to try. I'm thinking of praying every Sunday is 80 degrees and sunny and spending 10am-7pm sitting out on my baby porch watching tv through the window and making kels bring be cold beverages when I whistle a certain way (Von Trapp sort of whistles).
Now I hate to switch gears, but did anyone watch Jon and Kate last night and feel super uncomfortable? I can't decide who's side I'm on. Do I have to pick? Then I pick whatever side Aaden is on since he's the cutest.
I'm weddinged out.
I feel my summer has officially started as of opening my eyes this morning. Minus the rainy weather. But since my hair is doing it's usual humidity routine and I'm sweating profusely indoors, I'd say, yes. It's here. And I couldn't be happier to put my hair up everyday before 9am and put on some extra deodorant.
except for how do people with fulltime jobs get tan?
My mom used to make us write down goals at the beginning of every summer. This year, it boils down to two core goals.
Train for my first marathon and get a tan.
I know what you're thinking. Yes, I've run a marathon (make that 4) already, but here's the thing. My 'training' usually consists of nothing until September..which is when I taper off and start eating even more.
So Twin Cities 2009 is destined to be different. Weather pending. If it is 98% humidity or torrential rainfall, I might give myself a break, but otherwise I'm thinking this is a good year to qualify for Boston.
I'm not sure how the tan thing will work out. But I'm certainly going to try. I'm thinking of praying every Sunday is 80 degrees and sunny and spending 10am-7pm sitting out on my baby porch watching tv through the window and making kels bring be cold beverages when I whistle a certain way (Von Trapp sort of whistles).
Now I hate to switch gears, but did anyone watch Jon and Kate last night and feel super uncomfortable? I can't decide who's side I'm on. Do I have to pick? Then I pick whatever side Aaden is on since he's the cutest.
5.22.2009
Are you still reading this?
Today I found a secret 'Severe Weather Shelter' staircase on my way to the less trafficky bathroom.
I did a little calf workout for about 3 minutes on the stairs before I realized how dumb I felt.
The secret staircase..along with most of this place..reminds me of the hatch on Lost. I only watched the first 3 seasons of that show because it got a little too unrealistic for me. It lost me. (badumching. I wonder how many times that joke's been used.)
Anyway, the Dharma (is that right?) people thought they were being so innovative, cutting edge..and 20-30 whatever years later it just seems ridiculous. It had potential to be a cool place for Sawyer to take his ladies back to, but since it was disgustingly 70's, it just wasn't working.
Same thing goes for these buildings. Renovation needed. Call Nate Berkus. Call Ty Pennington. Call someone who can make this happen. I miss working in a place with marble floors and granite countertops and breakrooms with refridgerators so I don't have to eat warm yogurt.
This place also reminds me of the pop-up camper we used to have that we sold to a man in exchange for lace curtains in the living room. Good trade, Mom!
Kind of.
I turned on the hidden flourescent lights above my desk today and I think it made me think more positively. TRY IT and get back to me if I'm right about this.
This is completely unrelated but I was just thinking about when Sewnyah, Kenny and I would 'kidnap' boys in college and drive them to the Hilton Garden Inn parking lot and ask them as many questions as we wanted. Sorry AJ. Matt. RA Justin. etc. but thanks for info on why the brother floor hates us/doesn't hate us/secretly loves us/etc.
I did a little calf workout for about 3 minutes on the stairs before I realized how dumb I felt.
The secret staircase..along with most of this place..reminds me of the hatch on Lost. I only watched the first 3 seasons of that show because it got a little too unrealistic for me. It lost me. (badumching. I wonder how many times that joke's been used.)
Anyway, the Dharma (is that right?) people thought they were being so innovative, cutting edge..and 20-30 whatever years later it just seems ridiculous. It had potential to be a cool place for Sawyer to take his ladies back to, but since it was disgustingly 70's, it just wasn't working.
Same thing goes for these buildings. Renovation needed. Call Nate Berkus. Call Ty Pennington. Call someone who can make this happen. I miss working in a place with marble floors and granite countertops and breakrooms with refridgerators so I don't have to eat warm yogurt.
This place also reminds me of the pop-up camper we used to have that we sold to a man in exchange for lace curtains in the living room. Good trade, Mom!
Kind of.
I turned on the hidden flourescent lights above my desk today and I think it made me think more positively. TRY IT and get back to me if I'm right about this.
This is completely unrelated but I was just thinking about when Sewnyah, Kenny and I would 'kidnap' boys in college and drive them to the Hilton Garden Inn parking lot and ask them as many questions as we wanted. Sorry AJ. Matt. RA Justin. etc. but thanks for info on why the brother floor hates us/doesn't hate us/secretly loves us/etc.
eh
I could do without:
Emoticons. You should already know this. So this is more of a reminder. I will make exceptions for smiley faces, but it better be good. Sad faces are purely attention cravers trying to be cute and/or looking for a response that they know they can't get sans-sad face. and there is no excuse for a wink face. Not even the one my sister just posted on my wall. Please second guess that semicolon parenthesis..for me.
Comic Sans. Looking at this font makes me cringe the same way I cringe when I smell tuna or hear knuckles cracking or see clogs with socks and shorts.
Excessive Sick Noises. Sniffling. Clearing your throat. Forced coughs. When you do these over and over and over yet do nothing about it, that's when I get a little irked. Hey, girl next to me. Time for another allergy shot.
Buying Things You're Embarrassed to Buy. This may surprise you, but I'm easily embarrassed. I always take extra precaution when picking which line to go into at Target, etc. (the oldest woman cashier is the obvious choice. Also usually the slowest choice, but I'm willing to spend an extra 4 minutes to feel comfortable buying something slightly embarrassing.)
A solution to this: secret shoppers. Wait, I know what you're thinking. They already exist. NO. I'm talking secret secret. Like you walk around with a big, opaque basket with a lid and then go to the checkout line that is fashioned after a catholic church confessional..thing. It resolves all embarrassment oppoortunities before they arise, but saves the shipping cost from online shopping. Done and done.
Kevin McHale. Obviously.
Emoticons. You should already know this. So this is more of a reminder. I will make exceptions for smiley faces, but it better be good. Sad faces are purely attention cravers trying to be cute and/or looking for a response that they know they can't get sans-sad face. and there is no excuse for a wink face. Not even the one my sister just posted on my wall. Please second guess that semicolon parenthesis..for me.
Comic Sans. Looking at this font makes me cringe the same way I cringe when I smell tuna or hear knuckles cracking or see clogs with socks and shorts.
Excessive Sick Noises. Sniffling. Clearing your throat. Forced coughs. When you do these over and over and over yet do nothing about it, that's when I get a little irked. Hey, girl next to me. Time for another allergy shot.
Buying Things You're Embarrassed to Buy. This may surprise you, but I'm easily embarrassed. I always take extra precaution when picking which line to go into at Target, etc. (the oldest woman cashier is the obvious choice. Also usually the slowest choice, but I'm willing to spend an extra 4 minutes to feel comfortable buying something slightly embarrassing.)
A solution to this: secret shoppers. Wait, I know what you're thinking. They already exist. NO. I'm talking secret secret. Like you walk around with a big, opaque basket with a lid and then go to the checkout line that is fashioned after a catholic church confessional..thing. It resolves all embarrassment oppoortunities before they arise, but saves the shipping cost from online shopping. Done and done.
Kevin McHale. Obviously.
How low can I go?
pretty dang low, shawty. I'm halfway to a can of mountain dew and $20 from a certain nurse that has an even stronger affinity for tv than myself. (possible? who knew?)
(Kels-I added the $20 for extra incentive for me to keep doing a marathon day of blogging. Cool? cool. )
I've been listening the the Timberwolves press conference/reading the trash talk on timberwolves.com chat for the past hour..pure junior high boy/unemployed middle aged man entertainment. New guy seems ok..but I suppose a press conference isn't exactly going to be enough to convince me he can save our poor NBA souls. Although..everyone on the chat thing seems to think he's gay and nimble (?) I'm not sure if it was the hand motions or what, but I will say this: Go back to junior high, CollegeWolf and skinny33. Assuming CollegeWolf is at least in or beyond college. I suppose skinny33 could very well be sitting in the library of some metro junior high school right now. In which case, his maturity in this Timberwolves chat is right on par.
Do you ever wonder how people pick their screen names/email addresses/monikers? Like, skinny33..what's the meaning behind that? Is it his last name? Does he have a thyroid problem? Is he actually Max Morelli, the obese brother from the biggest loser who needs Jillian's help oh so bad?
Whatever the reason, he must have seen it fitting enough to be seen by all 13 people on the Timberwolves chat right now. (most of the fan base). The other 6 of us that would have participated backed out when that draft lottery season ticket deal got bumped up to 6 bucks. I'm not made of money. but I would've paid a dollar a game. I would run there via the Cedar Lake Trail and pay in U.O.me's because the wolves have brought me through heartache after heartache and I think the least they could do is give me the 2009-2010 season for free in hopes of keeping one more fan.
They should take a hint from Canterbury. BUCK NIGHT (what up, june 4). Do you really think I would have ever considered paying to go to a horse race if it were more than a dollar? No. But the buck night drew me in. and I realized it is GREAT STUFF PEOPLE. Worthy of all caps, mos def. Now it is a summer staple. All because of buck night.
WAIT. back to the screen name question. I chose mine when I was 13. My Iowan cousins introduced me to hotmail and aol instant messanger and I was forever changed. mcckg21. but you all knew that. It makes me laugh now since my two best friends were Sparklechick1585 and Stardust82885..normal for teenage girls, right? Right. Meanwhile I chose to express my love for Mr. Garnett. but since kg21 was taken back in 1998, I had to add the old mcc s..probably so everyone knew I was a scottish kg fan. ? not sure. but I used it until my AIM days came to a screeching halt due to mad viruses on the old desktop and turning 21 or something.
Please tell me your best of the worst or worst of the best screenname and I will give you the 4 cans of empty hairspray my sister gave me in a grocery bag last night. And I will leave my 1987 Twins World Series shirt and my Harley Davidson shirt with the eagle on it in my will (to be created next week as a precautionary to the assumed results of excessive tanning and running outside too much.)
(Kels-I added the $20 for extra incentive for me to keep doing a marathon day of blogging. Cool? cool. )
I've been listening the the Timberwolves press conference/reading the trash talk on timberwolves.com chat for the past hour..pure junior high boy/unemployed middle aged man entertainment. New guy seems ok..but I suppose a press conference isn't exactly going to be enough to convince me he can save our poor NBA souls. Although..everyone on the chat thing seems to think he's gay and nimble (?) I'm not sure if it was the hand motions or what, but I will say this: Go back to junior high, CollegeWolf and skinny33. Assuming CollegeWolf is at least in or beyond college. I suppose skinny33 could very well be sitting in the library of some metro junior high school right now. In which case, his maturity in this Timberwolves chat is right on par.
Do you ever wonder how people pick their screen names/email addresses/monikers? Like, skinny33..what's the meaning behind that? Is it his last name? Does he have a thyroid problem? Is he actually Max Morelli, the obese brother from the biggest loser who needs Jillian's help oh so bad?
Whatever the reason, he must have seen it fitting enough to be seen by all 13 people on the Timberwolves chat right now. (most of the fan base). The other 6 of us that would have participated backed out when that draft lottery season ticket deal got bumped up to 6 bucks. I'm not made of money. but I would've paid a dollar a game. I would run there via the Cedar Lake Trail and pay in U.O.me's because the wolves have brought me through heartache after heartache and I think the least they could do is give me the 2009-2010 season for free in hopes of keeping one more fan.
They should take a hint from Canterbury. BUCK NIGHT (what up, june 4). Do you really think I would have ever considered paying to go to a horse race if it were more than a dollar? No. But the buck night drew me in. and I realized it is GREAT STUFF PEOPLE. Worthy of all caps, mos def. Now it is a summer staple. All because of buck night.
WAIT. back to the screen name question. I chose mine when I was 13. My Iowan cousins introduced me to hotmail and aol instant messanger and I was forever changed. mcckg21. but you all knew that. It makes me laugh now since my two best friends were Sparklechick1585 and Stardust82885..normal for teenage girls, right? Right. Meanwhile I chose to express my love for Mr. Garnett. but since kg21 was taken back in 1998, I had to add the old mcc s..probably so everyone knew I was a scottish kg fan. ? not sure. but I used it until my AIM days came to a screeching halt due to mad viruses on the old desktop and turning 21 or something.
Please tell me your best of the worst or worst of the best screenname and I will give you the 4 cans of empty hairspray my sister gave me in a grocery bag last night. And I will leave my 1987 Twins World Series shirt and my Harley Davidson shirt with the eagle on it in my will (to be created next week as a precautionary to the assumed results of excessive tanning and running outside too much.)
FACTS #5
FACT: This is part 2 of a 5 post day. Why? I'll tell you. Kelsey's making me. Everyone and their mother takes off the Friday before Memorial Day so no one is here. It's a busy weekend for me- which means 5 posts on Friday is going to have to last you til Tuesday. Just don't read it all at once and you'll be fine.
FACT: The Peanut Butter Cookie Luna bar smells like puffy paint when you open it (which also smells like Sonia's van, Vanna White) but you'd be surprised by the taste. Worth $1. Where else can I get 10g of protien, 3g of fiber, and a good amount of folic acid and calcium all in a peanut butter cookie sort of taste? Here's what I question: why is it only for women? It needs to be sold by the tampons if they're going to specify gender. Otherwise, some poor guy is going to miss the tiny swirly 'for women' thing on the package and be utterly embarrassed.
FACT: I'm calling a clean SWEEP of the Brew Crew coming off yesterday's kick in the ace beating of the Sox. And if I'm wrong, I'm deleting this.
FACT: on Thursday 5/21/09 my roommate Kelsey was quoted as saying "I just wish summer was over.." Keep in mind, this is pre-Memorial Day weekend. Really, Kels? Really?
FACT: Today's casual Friday includes suit coats with jeans all across the board. Nothing like bringing back the Zack Morris Street Chic look..suit jacket sleeves pushed up to the elbows, white nikes hightops..don't act like you don't think it looks semi-cool, Preppy. Or I'll have Slater throw you in a headlock. No, I'll have Kristy, the girl wrestler throw you in a headlock. Right before the big dance contest at The Max.
FACT: Speaking of dances, please send suggestions for good wedding reception crowd pleasing dances to me asap. Wedding=Sunday, so please act now. and a big no thanks to anyone who even thinks about suggesting the YMCA, We are Family, the Chicken Dance, or Celebration. This wedding is a little classier than that..
FACT: Did anyone else watch Bobby's World as if it were their only purpose for living? Because I definitely did. Here's my question. What were the twin's names? the baby brother twins? We've got Kelly, Derek, Bobby and..the baby brother twins. First place gets a stolen 100 Grand and 2nd place gets a noogie from Uncle Ted. Ready..go.
FACT: The Peanut Butter Cookie Luna bar smells like puffy paint when you open it (which also smells like Sonia's van, Vanna White) but you'd be surprised by the taste. Worth $1. Where else can I get 10g of protien, 3g of fiber, and a good amount of folic acid and calcium all in a peanut butter cookie sort of taste? Here's what I question: why is it only for women? It needs to be sold by the tampons if they're going to specify gender. Otherwise, some poor guy is going to miss the tiny swirly 'for women' thing on the package and be utterly embarrassed.
FACT: I'm calling a clean SWEEP of the Brew Crew coming off yesterday's kick in the ace beating of the Sox. And if I'm wrong, I'm deleting this.
FACT: on Thursday 5/21/09 my roommate Kelsey was quoted as saying "I just wish summer was over.." Keep in mind, this is pre-Memorial Day weekend. Really, Kels? Really?
FACT: Today's casual Friday includes suit coats with jeans all across the board. Nothing like bringing back the Zack Morris Street Chic look..suit jacket sleeves pushed up to the elbows, white nikes hightops..don't act like you don't think it looks semi-cool, Preppy. Or I'll have Slater throw you in a headlock. No, I'll have Kristy, the girl wrestler throw you in a headlock. Right before the big dance contest at The Max.
FACT: Speaking of dances, please send suggestions for good wedding reception crowd pleasing dances to me asap. Wedding=Sunday, so please act now. and a big no thanks to anyone who even thinks about suggesting the YMCA, We are Family, the Chicken Dance, or Celebration. This wedding is a little classier than that..
FACT: Did anyone else watch Bobby's World as if it were their only purpose for living? Because I definitely did. Here's my question. What were the twin's names? the baby brother twins? We've got Kelly, Derek, Bobby and..the baby brother twins. First place gets a stolen 100 Grand and 2nd place gets a noogie from Uncle Ted. Ready..go.
Red wine, convict, gaga
I'm humming Just Dance right now..the remix, not the original.
Which reminds me of Ignition remix bka Osseo's Anthem, prom 2003. The official theme was Kelly Clarkson, A Moment Like This, but seeing as diversity and freakin weekends are higher up on OHS's priorities, r. definitley stole Kelly's thunder.
I will never forget having to dance with a boy who had sweating issues during that song because my date hit it off better with another (younger and blonder) girl. The heartache..the resentment..
I actually didn't really care. Kelly Clarkson probably didn't really care either. We both are better than Osseo's prom. Which is why senior year, I spent prom night shopping at Southdale and probably went to bed around 9.
Ok now, I just need to tell you about this gold mine of a store I found yesterday. I was nervous to go in because of the horror stories I've heard, the parking lot that's always empty, and plus I think the name is dumb.
Big Lots.
I have the privilege of living behind Big Lots. (and a nail salon, which I of course nodded my head to when she said 'you want lugjury. you need for summa. no? you never have before? you need. much more pretty. much relaxing wif lugjury.' (a. it's hard to say no when they talk all cute and asiany and b. it was hard to type with an asian accent) Paid a cool $44 frickin dollars too. i will never succomb to the luxery upgrade again.)
So anyway, I walk my pedicured toes on over to Big Lots on a whim. And let me tell you. Jack.Pot. At least if you have recently moved, are on a budget, and don't need 'nice' things. You mainly just need 'things,' no matter the condition. Which is clearly the target market of Big Lots judging by the people and the merch. Which I currently fit perfectly into.
I bought a shelf there for a fairly cheaper than you'd expect price and enlisted the help of a 300 lb. giant named Danny who had a tattooed calf and talked on his phone the entire time he dollied my shelf to my car.
I was super excited to put it together so I wouldn't have piles around my bedroom anymore, but I had little to no energy to do the 'Easy Assembly' that was required. Plus the box was 7 feet long (no exaggeration) so I needed the extra kick to get it up to the 4th floor on my own.
So naturally I bought a pop at Walgreens to get me through the task. I pretty much chugged it (had a little bit too much, oh oh oh oh (still humming that song, duh)), carried the shelf on my head through the Bourban Park Apt. and felt an instant burst of screwdriving energy. I ripped open the box and realized quickly that 'Easy Assembly' should have been 'You'll start slitting your wrists before you get this thing put together.'
So right now, I have a 6 foot shelf sitting in my living room about 40% put together. If you have 4 screws and some glue and maybe a little more ingenuity than myself, please contact me asap so I can get the piles off my floor. Thank you.
Letit be known that I stayed up until 4am. After going to bed before 11 every night this week, I thought I deserved a freshmen year flashback and tried to pull an allnighter by cleaning and working on the wedding playlist. It more or less just happened than me actualyl deciding to do it. Basically I'm not sure how I got to work today, it's mainly a blurry pic of me being indecisive of what radio station to listen to and regretting my choice in shoes. I am sure of this: If I'm blogging before 9, this will not be the last you hear from me.
Which reminds me of Ignition remix bka Osseo's Anthem, prom 2003. The official theme was Kelly Clarkson, A Moment Like This, but seeing as diversity and freakin weekends are higher up on OHS's priorities, r. definitley stole Kelly's thunder.
I will never forget having to dance with a boy who had sweating issues during that song because my date hit it off better with another (younger and blonder) girl. The heartache..the resentment..
I actually didn't really care. Kelly Clarkson probably didn't really care either. We both are better than Osseo's prom. Which is why senior year, I spent prom night shopping at Southdale and probably went to bed around 9.
Ok now, I just need to tell you about this gold mine of a store I found yesterday. I was nervous to go in because of the horror stories I've heard, the parking lot that's always empty, and plus I think the name is dumb.
Big Lots.
I have the privilege of living behind Big Lots. (and a nail salon, which I of course nodded my head to when she said 'you want lugjury. you need for summa. no? you never have before? you need. much more pretty. much relaxing wif lugjury.' (a. it's hard to say no when they talk all cute and asiany and b. it was hard to type with an asian accent) Paid a cool $44 frickin dollars too. i will never succomb to the luxery upgrade again.)
So anyway, I walk my pedicured toes on over to Big Lots on a whim. And let me tell you. Jack.Pot. At least if you have recently moved, are on a budget, and don't need 'nice' things. You mainly just need 'things,' no matter the condition. Which is clearly the target market of Big Lots judging by the people and the merch. Which I currently fit perfectly into.
I bought a shelf there for a fairly cheaper than you'd expect price and enlisted the help of a 300 lb. giant named Danny who had a tattooed calf and talked on his phone the entire time he dollied my shelf to my car.
I was super excited to put it together so I wouldn't have piles around my bedroom anymore, but I had little to no energy to do the 'Easy Assembly' that was required. Plus the box was 7 feet long (no exaggeration) so I needed the extra kick to get it up to the 4th floor on my own.
So naturally I bought a pop at Walgreens to get me through the task. I pretty much chugged it (had a little bit too much, oh oh oh oh (still humming that song, duh)), carried the shelf on my head through the Bourban Park Apt. and felt an instant burst of screwdriving energy. I ripped open the box and realized quickly that 'Easy Assembly' should have been 'You'll start slitting your wrists before you get this thing put together.'
So right now, I have a 6 foot shelf sitting in my living room about 40% put together. If you have 4 screws and some glue and maybe a little more ingenuity than myself, please contact me asap so I can get the piles off my floor. Thank you.
Letit be known that I stayed up until 4am. After going to bed before 11 every night this week, I thought I deserved a freshmen year flashback and tried to pull an allnighter by cleaning and working on the wedding playlist. It more or less just happened than me actualyl deciding to do it. Basically I'm not sure how I got to work today, it's mainly a blurry pic of me being indecisive of what radio station to listen to and regretting my choice in shoes. I am sure of this: If I'm blogging before 9, this will not be the last you hear from me.
5.21.2009
Who wants to be a millionaire?
the girl next to me.
this has never happened before. i've been busy. at work. usually me being busy means i need to go to happy hour, workout and watch a tv show all in one night. but i've been legitimally busy today.
Busy counting the 100 Grands the girl next to me has eaten today.
I'd estimate she's pushing 2 mil. now and you can bet on the fact that I'll be checking her trashcan before I leave tonight just to confirm that all the crinkly noise I've been hearing today isn't everything i learned in college staticking out of my brain..just her topping off the big bucks of candybars.
Whatever, I'm fine sitting here with my unrefridgerated yogurt. Does anyone know if that's bad for you? Taking a yogurt out of the fridge around 7am and eating it around 2:39pm?
I think my computer has a virus. I got a weird facebook message today and now mlb.com is saying the Twins are up 10-0 against the Sox?
Can I just confide something in you for a second? I HATE the bachelor/bachelorette. but I always end up watching. and even though I have a gazillion things to do in the next 3 days, all I can think about is that horrible horrible show waiting patiently for me on My DVR. Just asking me to take 2 presh hrz. out of wedding shoes shopping, last chance workouts, etc. to sit back and soak up some bad tv.
cLiCk HeRe FoR ThAt *~*~VIRUS~*~*.
this has never happened before. i've been busy. at work. usually me being busy means i need to go to happy hour, workout and watch a tv show all in one night. but i've been legitimally busy today.
Busy counting the 100 Grands the girl next to me has eaten today.
I'd estimate she's pushing 2 mil. now and you can bet on the fact that I'll be checking her trashcan before I leave tonight just to confirm that all the crinkly noise I've been hearing today isn't everything i learned in college staticking out of my brain..just her topping off the big bucks of candybars.
Whatever, I'm fine sitting here with my unrefridgerated yogurt. Does anyone know if that's bad for you? Taking a yogurt out of the fridge around 7am and eating it around 2:39pm?
I think my computer has a virus. I got a weird facebook message today and now mlb.com is saying the Twins are up 10-0 against the Sox?
Can I just confide something in you for a second? I HATE the bachelor/bachelorette. but I always end up watching. and even though I have a gazillion things to do in the next 3 days, all I can think about is that horrible horrible show waiting patiently for me on My DVR. Just asking me to take 2 presh hrz. out of wedding shoes shopping, last chance workouts, etc. to sit back and soak up some bad tv.
cLiCk HeRe FoR ThAt *~*~VIRUS~*~*.
5.20.2009
6
The biblical sign of incompleteness. Fitting for the GM-less Wolves to get the number 6 pick in the lottery. I should have predicted it. Or at least wagered a bet that they would get bumped down. and by down I mean up. up to 6. from 5. Anyway. LUCK is just not something that has or will ever be associated with the Wolves.
Although 6 sure isn't 1 or 2..or 3 or 4 or 5..I suppose it will have to suffice. Anything would help, right? (Soak up this positivity for the 3 seconds you have it, it's going to take a turn for the worse, I can feel it.)
Let's not forget about past #6 picks..
1999: Wally "my autographed picture was hung in Christa's locker from 8th-10th grade" Szczerbiak
1990: Felton "I'm still in the NBA?" Spencer
1992: Tom "gugilioogliooglibaby" Gugliotta. (by the Bullets.) (do you think he regrets that barbed wire tattoo yet? I regretted it for him by 1996 or so.)
Ok, ok, and ok. That describes my feelings towards those 3 past wolves players.
Good intentions turned recipe for disaster. Maybe I'm a little pessimistic right now, but let's roll with it. here you go:
1 c. horrible ex-GM/coach
3/4 c. sub par players
2 tbsp. players who don't even deserve to be called sub par. maybe sub sub par.
2 tsp. bad draft decisions (minus 1995)
1 Al Jefferson
Mix it together, making sure Al Jefferson gets lost in the mix somewhere so he can't reach his full potential and/or gets injured. Do an under the table deal that makes you lose all your first round draft picks for a couple 13, 14 years. Add a few poor trades for extra suck and an extra cup of plain BAD to really wow the Target Center crowd. Now try to get rid of McHale and find someone willing to A. coach and B. GM one of the worst franchises in the NBA. Enjoy.
Was that too harsh? Maybe, but I feel better.
I just was thinking about how much longer I will have to work. Usually I go by hours, sometimes minutes, but today I decided to count years.
I came up with this: 2 score and some change. Roughly the same time the Wolves will start to turn things around and roughly the same time I will start watching birds from my living room window rather than Wolves games.
Although 6 sure isn't 1 or 2..or 3 or 4 or 5..I suppose it will have to suffice. Anything would help, right? (Soak up this positivity for the 3 seconds you have it, it's going to take a turn for the worse, I can feel it.)
Let's not forget about past #6 picks..
1999: Wally "my autographed picture was hung in Christa's locker from 8th-10th grade" Szczerbiak
1990: Felton "I'm still in the NBA?" Spencer
1992: Tom "gugilioogliooglibaby" Gugliotta. (by the Bullets.) (do you think he regrets that barbed wire tattoo yet? I regretted it for him by 1996 or so.)
Ok, ok, and ok. That describes my feelings towards those 3 past wolves players.
Good intentions turned recipe for disaster. Maybe I'm a little pessimistic right now, but let's roll with it. here you go:
1 c. horrible ex-GM/coach3/4 c. sub par players
2 tbsp. players who don't even deserve to be called sub par. maybe sub sub par.
2 tsp. bad draft decisions (minus 1995)
1 Al Jefferson
Mix it together, making sure Al Jefferson gets lost in the mix somewhere so he can't reach his full potential and/or gets injured. Do an under the table deal that makes you lose all your first round draft picks for a couple 13, 14 years. Add a few poor trades for extra suck and an extra cup of plain BAD to really wow the Target Center crowd. Now try to get rid of McHale and find someone willing to A. coach and B. GM one of the worst franchises in the NBA. Enjoy.
Was that too harsh? Maybe, but I feel better.
I just was thinking about how much longer I will have to work. Usually I go by hours, sometimes minutes, but today I decided to count years.
I came up with this: 2 score and some change. Roughly the same time the Wolves will start to turn things around and roughly the same time I will start watching birds from my living room window rather than Wolves games.
they're not detroit
Do you listen to 93x in the morning? Yeah, I didn't either. Until I found out how funny Randy Shaver is from 7:30-8. I'm hooked.
Anyway, this song has been stuck in my head for maybe 3+ weeks now. It's GREAT.
and the other (even better) one is coming as soon as i figure out where it is. UPDATE: hereyago.
Anyway, this song has been stuck in my head for maybe 3+ weeks now. It's GREAT.
and the other (even better) one is coming as soon as i figure out where it is. UPDATE: hereyago.
5.19.2009
give up
I remember a day when my biggest worry was whether or not the pegster was going to be done talking in time for me to drive back to old 86 to catch Tyra at noon and catch a quick nap.
That, my friends, was one year ago.
Now my worries consist of real stuff. big stuff. like the twins losing every stinkin game. and whether or not this new show after the idol finale will be worth my time this fall. (although my time is pretty cheap these days..bad economy). and will I make it around Calhoun before the sun goes down.
Although Tyra was replaced with spinning class, I still rush home and tend to get real bad road rage right around Huron on 94W.
Otherwise: same old song.
And in sports news, I've been on sporcle all day. I'm pretty bad actually. But seem to be learning a lot. Like that I press 'give-up' after 10 seconds of not being able to think of an answer. and I'm more worried about how I compare to other people than anything else. knowledge is power and I have a feeling that by the end of the week, I will be the most powerful woman in cube #1M17.
But then again, I already am.
That, my friends, was one year ago.Now my worries consist of real stuff. big stuff. like the twins losing every stinkin game. and whether or not this new show after the idol finale will be worth my time this fall. (although my time is pretty cheap these days..bad economy). and will I make it around Calhoun before the sun goes down.
I remember thinking about how different life would be once I graduated.
Well here's the difference.. You get a little more money, more "responsibilities," you live further away from your friends and you get tired at 9:00. That's about it.Although Tyra was replaced with spinning class, I still rush home and tend to get real bad road rage right around Huron on 94W.
Otherwise: same old song.
And in sports news, I've been on sporcle all day. I'm pretty bad actually. But seem to be learning a lot. Like that I press 'give-up' after 10 seconds of not being able to think of an answer. and I'm more worried about how I compare to other people than anything else. knowledge is power and I have a feeling that by the end of the week, I will be the most powerful woman in cube #1M17.
But then again, I already am.
five.nineteen
It's 5/19 and I'm a feeling alone.
Mainly because everyone is gone. And by everyone, I mean the only girl I talk to. At least without prefacing it 'Sorry to bother you, quick question..'
We usually have lunch together, but she's gone m-w which might explain why yesterday I ate my lunch at 10:30..which turned into eating at 9:45 this morning. Tomorrow I will probably eat it before I pull into the parking lot and by Thursday, my guess is I will just have one giant breakfast and be back to buying $7 sandwiches upstairs.
Apparently, I need a lunch buddy to regulate my feeding times. Here's to hoping she's back on Thursday.
In other news, I'm pretty sure I would be musically content for life with just listening to Wertz and Barnes. It worked all morning anyway.
And now. For my American Idol prediction. I have a confession. I don't really care who wins. I liked Gokey.
Mainly because everyone is gone. And by everyone, I mean the only girl I talk to. At least without prefacing it 'Sorry to bother you, quick question..'
We usually have lunch together, but she's gone m-w which might explain why yesterday I ate my lunch at 10:30..which turned into eating at 9:45 this morning. Tomorrow I will probably eat it before I pull into the parking lot and by Thursday, my guess is I will just have one giant breakfast and be back to buying $7 sandwiches upstairs.
Apparently, I need a lunch buddy to regulate my feeding times. Here's to hoping she's back on Thursday.
In other news, I'm pretty sure I would be musically content for life with just listening to Wertz and Barnes. It worked all morning anyway.
And now. For my American Idol prediction. I have a confession. I don't really care who wins. I liked Gokey.
5.18.2009
welcome back, back again
christer's back, tell a friend.
Got some new digz. You're invited over.
Here's some directions..walk in the front door. ok..keep walking..6 more steps..ok. welcome to my bedroom where rent is cheap and we facebook in bed. (but by we, I mean I, just to clarify). And added bonus: you can watch teenagers makeout in the running semi-truck from my window. (and by watch, I actually mean I shut the blinds pretty dang quick.)
I became a real woman this weekend. I now pay for my own cell phone bill, bought a tv, set up the wifi and moved 95% of my stuff single handedly up 8 flights of stairs. I also will have a double digit weight loss week. and triple digit loss financially.
Seeing as buying windex and modems and rugs, oh my, caused my savings account to take a pretty hard jab/cross, I decided it was time to start packing a lunch for work to save a little cash. It's 9:18 and I've already eaten 3/4 of it.
Besides nursing my soreness from running the MG Half, moving up 8 flights of stairs, and recovering from 3, count them THREE, Twins losses..I also am in recovery from several clawing incidents that happened Saturday night during the wedding shower games. In addition to winning double points in the the first round, I also walked away with the knowledge that for every wound I'm tending to, I caused 3x more for the other girls. (sorry). I will say this: I will wear long sleeves, gloves, higher cut shirts, and no jewelry if I ever find myself playing that game again..which I hope is soon.
Got some new digz. You're invited over.
Here's some directions..walk in the front door. ok..keep walking..6 more steps..ok. welcome to my bedroom where rent is cheap and we facebook in bed. (but by we, I mean I, just to clarify). And added bonus: you can watch teenagers makeout in the running semi-truck from my window. (and by watch, I actually mean I shut the blinds pretty dang quick.)
I became a real woman this weekend. I now pay for my own cell phone bill, bought a tv, set up the wifi and moved 95% of my stuff single handedly up 8 flights of stairs. I also will have a double digit weight loss week. and triple digit loss financially.
Seeing as buying windex and modems and rugs, oh my, caused my savings account to take a pretty hard jab/cross, I decided it was time to start packing a lunch for work to save a little cash. It's 9:18 and I've already eaten 3/4 of it.
Besides nursing my soreness from running the MG Half, moving up 8 flights of stairs, and recovering from 3, count them THREE, Twins losses..I also am in recovery from several clawing incidents that happened Saturday night during the wedding shower games. In addition to winning double points in the the first round, I also walked away with the knowledge that for every wound I'm tending to, I caused 3x more for the other girls. (sorry). I will say this: I will wear long sleeves, gloves, higher cut shirts, and no jewelry if I ever find myself playing that game again..which I hope is soon.
5.15.2009
Reality Triplets/Quadruplets
Top three Twins players who should be reality tv stars.
Challenge accepted. Here you go, Ryguy.
1. Dan Gladden: Real World: Minneapolis. Based solely on the fact that when confronted about a little name calling, he punched Lombo. That's Real World material right there. Other people on this season would probably have to include Sven Sundgaard as the token homosexual, Dan 'Common Man' Cole, for comedic purposes and because of the viewers it'd draw in, C.J. from the Star Tribune as the strong, black woman with a tendency to gossip, Dubay as the housemate with the drug addiction, and I suppose I'd throw Lombo in to stir up old drama.
2. Jason Kubel: Next. I think it'd be funny to see him get nexted because you know the girl would get rid of him when he struts off the bus. I've seen how he dresses for Twinsfest and I'm not impressed. Not much to look at and a very poor fashion sense off the field. But maybe that's just my opinion. Gardy, your DH: Woof.
3a. Kent Hrbek: Kent Hrbek Outdoors. I just would really like to see Kent Hrbek talk about fishing for a half hour on Sundays. Oh, this is already on? Ok. I'll think of a new one.
3b. Scott Baker: Made. I'm assuming he'd want to be made into a decent starter. Maybe we could get Santana to be his Made coach? Take that back. I'd rather watch Greinke. and it's all about me.
Challenge accepted. Here you go, Ryguy.
1. Dan Gladden: Real World: Minneapolis. Based solely on the fact that when confronted about a little name calling, he punched Lombo. That's Real World material right there. Other people on this season would probably have to include Sven Sundgaard as the token homosexual, Dan 'Common Man' Cole, for comedic purposes and because of the viewers it'd draw in, C.J. from the Star Tribune as the strong, black woman with a tendency to gossip, Dubay as the housemate with the drug addiction, and I suppose I'd throw Lombo in to stir up old drama.
2. Jason Kubel: Next. I think it'd be funny to see him get nexted because you know the girl would get rid of him when he struts off the bus. I've seen how he dresses for Twinsfest and I'm not impressed. Not much to look at and a very poor fashion sense off the field. But maybe that's just my opinion. Gardy, your DH: Woof.
3a. Kent Hrbek: Kent Hrbek Outdoors. I just would really like to see Kent Hrbek talk about fishing for a half hour on Sundays. Oh, this is already on? Ok. I'll think of a new one.
3b. Scott Baker: Made. I'm assuming he'd want to be made into a decent starter. Maybe we could get Santana to be his Made coach? Take that back. I'd rather watch Greinke. and it's all about me.
FACTS #4
Happy Friday, kids. I never thought I'd say this but..I wish it was Monday. For busy-ness reasons. My Monday through Thursday is the equivalent to your weekend. I rest up. I do what I want. etc. etc. Then Friday rolls around and I have obligations and responsibilities that keep me busy until the letdown that I like to call: Sunday night.
I think Sunday night is the low point of everyone's week. It's the intersection where my week meets your week and they collapse on the couch and let out a big sigh. Mine is saying, wow, I'm glad that's over with. Yours is saying, wow, here we go again. and then they watch extreme makeover home edition together and bid each other farewell. Until next time, sunday night.
Anyway, happy friday.
FACT: I want to go to Third Eye Blind real bad. But I'll never let you go. (badumching)
FACT: Jon Gosselin's favorite drink: Asian & tonic. (badumching)
(Watch out, I'm on a roll.)
FACT: The real winner of the NBA playoffs will be productivity. (this maybe only applies to me)
FACT: I'm bleaching my bridesmaid dress tonight. My sister and I look a lot alike, but I'm hoping it won't be an issue. Just hoping to collect a few items for my new apt. and maybe some wedding blessings.
FACT: Saw a man last night at LTF who was straight out of 1992, although I use the term straight loosely. His light pink tank was the same color as the nailpolish I just bought called Sweet Nothings and it was tucked into navy blue swish pants. He had one of those handle bar mustache/slightly gotees going on and a wet curl mullet, balding on top. plus a gold chaaaaaain (like it was 1980..)
FACT: I used to wear swish pants everytime it rained in the 1990's because I hated the feeling of the bottom of my jeans being wet. I only had two pair so there was a lot of repeating outfits in a rainy week, but luckily hygiene wasn't big on my priorities until at least 1999. And if I'm being honest with you, 2006.
FACT: Kevin Bacon and Emilio Estevez are perfectly and equally appealing, but it is unexplainable.
FACT: Right after I wrote that, I tried to add The Air Up There to my Netflix querue. They don't have it. So I added Footloose instead and will just have to play the Space Jam soundtrack during the dancing parts.
FACT: I'm running the MG Half Marathon tomorrow morning in place of my dad. Here's to hoping they don't notice I'm not a 58 year old man. The MG Lions Club have no mercy and I feel like I may be banned from playing Bingo at the community center during Maple Grove Days for life if I'm caught. I'm doing a risk assessment and will decide when my alarm goes off in the morning. I make all my best decisions when I hear the t-mobile jingle. Which coincidentally always seems to be 'sleep longer.' But stay tuned for the results..and to see if I win the 55+ men's division.
I think Sunday night is the low point of everyone's week. It's the intersection where my week meets your week and they collapse on the couch and let out a big sigh. Mine is saying, wow, I'm glad that's over with. Yours is saying, wow, here we go again. and then they watch extreme makeover home edition together and bid each other farewell. Until next time, sunday night.
Anyway, happy friday.
FACT: I want to go to Third Eye Blind real bad. But I'll never let you go. (badumching)
FACT: Jon Gosselin's favorite drink: Asian & tonic. (badumching)
(Watch out, I'm on a roll.)
FACT: The real winner of the NBA playoffs will be productivity. (this maybe only applies to me)
FACT: I'm bleaching my bridesmaid dress tonight. My sister and I look a lot alike, but I'm hoping it won't be an issue. Just hoping to collect a few items for my new apt. and maybe some wedding blessings.
FACT: Saw a man last night at LTF who was straight out of 1992, although I use the term straight loosely. His light pink tank was the same color as the nailpolish I just bought called Sweet Nothings and it was tucked into navy blue swish pants. He had one of those handle bar mustache/slightly gotees going on and a wet curl mullet, balding on top. plus a gold chaaaaaain (like it was 1980..)
FACT: I used to wear swish pants everytime it rained in the 1990's because I hated the feeling of the bottom of my jeans being wet. I only had two pair so there was a lot of repeating outfits in a rainy week, but luckily hygiene wasn't big on my priorities until at least 1999. And if I'm being honest with you, 2006.
FACT: Kevin Bacon and Emilio Estevez are perfectly and equally appealing, but it is unexplainable.
FACT: Right after I wrote that, I tried to add The Air Up There to my Netflix querue. They don't have it. So I added Footloose instead and will just have to play the Space Jam soundtrack during the dancing parts.
FACT: I'm running the MG Half Marathon tomorrow morning in place of my dad. Here's to hoping they don't notice I'm not a 58 year old man. The MG Lions Club have no mercy and I feel like I may be banned from playing Bingo at the community center during Maple Grove Days for life if I'm caught. I'm doing a risk assessment and will decide when my alarm goes off in the morning. I make all my best decisions when I hear the t-mobile jingle. Which coincidentally always seems to be 'sleep longer.' But stay tuned for the results..and to see if I win the 55+ men's division.
5.14.2009
Moving on up
Call me (st.) Louise (park) Jefferson. I'm moving on up to the slightly west side of St. Louis Park. Today. and tomorrow. and the next two days.
My bedroom overlooks Super Target and a liquor store so I'm guessing I'll be dreaming of dollar aisles and vodka sours, probably waking up with a headache and empty bank account.
Plus, it's across the street from the Shalom Home for Oldsies. I'm not sure if that's the official name, but I'll probably walk over to see if there are any Golden Girls fans over there. I can see it now: I'll be bringing over cheesecake to talk about what a slut puppy Blanche is with the ladies.
Things I hate about moving.
Speaking of June. June 5th. Air Guitar Championships @ The Varsity. I went through a short lived, but intense phase of ordering documentaries off of Netflix and taping things off the Sundance channel 2 years ago. This included Air Guitar Nation. (To Air is Human). A doc featuring air guitarist Bjorn Turoque. I loved it. Partly because it was funny and partly because of the nostalgia is brought.
Let me just tell you who WILL be missed: Danny Gokey.
PS. Canterbury opens this weekend. Who's ready for some $2 bets and $1 nachos?
My bedroom overlooks Super Target and a liquor store so I'm guessing I'll be dreaming of dollar aisles and vodka sours, probably waking up with a headache and empty bank account.
Plus, it's across the street from the Shalom Home for Oldsies. I'm not sure if that's the official name, but I'll probably walk over to see if there are any Golden Girls fans over there. I can see it now: I'll be bringing over cheesecake to talk about what a slut puppy Blanche is with the ladies.
Things I hate about moving.
- Packing.
- Unpacking.
- Buying things.
Speaking of June. June 5th. Air Guitar Championships @ The Varsity. I went through a short lived, but intense phase of ordering documentaries off of Netflix and taping things off the Sundance channel 2 years ago. This included Air Guitar Nation. (To Air is Human). A doc featuring air guitarist Bjorn Turoque. I loved it. Partly because it was funny and partly because of the nostalgia is brought.
(omg, is that Jon from J&K+8?! No, it's C-Diddy from AGN. (that wasn't a clever way of spelling Asian, but now that I see it, it did make me laugh.)
I used to play air guitar while my bf air drummed to 80's music in his suburban back in the sem parking lot. All the other couples were probably making out and there we were, listening to Van Halen. Those were the days. The days that embarrass me more than you could ever know. RIP 19 year old, Christa. You will not be missed. Nor will that bf.Let me just tell you who WILL be missed: Danny Gokey.
PS. Canterbury opens this weekend. Who's ready for some $2 bets and $1 nachos?
5.13.2009
Another visit to Mauer Porch
If eating 4 lbs of grapes is wrong, then I don't want to be right.
If Mauer hit his 4th homerun at his 40th plate appearance then I'm feeling 40 for the season. Who's with me? Ok, 25. Any takers?
"I've just been seeing the ball well," Mauer said, "and hopefully I can hang onto that feeling."
If Mauer hit his 4th homerun at his 40th plate appearance then I'm feeling 40 for the season. Who's with me? Ok, 25. Any takers?
"I've just been seeing the ball well," Mauer said, "and hopefully I can hang onto that feeling."
It's more than a feeling, Mauer. Boston knows that.
Ooh, bad one, I know. I meant the Yankees. and the Rangers. and the Brewers for that matter.
In related news, going TV shopping with dad tonight so I can better analyze the hottness that is Joe Mauer. He's come a long way since the 'Mauer's Ugly' high school chant days.
**The Twin Cities Marathon is over 75% full. Weren't you just telling me you wanted to do it this year? You better get on that. I'll wait for you at the finish to take a cutesy post race pic with you if you want. with our aluminum capes and our solid gold medals. Think about it.
TV OD
First things first. TV updates.
Talk about disappointment. I was wrong with my prediction. Helen, who now weighs less than me, thank you, took home the 250k. Whatever. I didn't like the show that much anyway..
I will say this- it was too stinkin long. They seriously expect people to watch recaps and weigh-ins for 3 hours? Ridiculous. I started slitting my wrists about 1/8 into the show. I can't sit that long. I banished myself to the basement for 10 minutes to do push-ups and check the Twins. Twice. Then I gamecasted in my room and came out to FF the commercials for the girls since I am the remote control master.
Meanwhile, let's talk about American Idol and how they tried to sabotage Danny by picking lame songs. Whatever, little sister. I'll still buy his cd when it's sitting on the shelf next to Mandisa's at Northwestern Bookstore. Him and Kris both. The secret Christians. I see through those secular songs and I see a future Brian Littrell on the horizon. I didn't spend 3 years in the WBCS studios for nothing..I know a Christian artist when I see it. and I see 2 in the top 3.
And Adam Lambert is the shoe-in. Simon said so on Oprah.
In case you were wondering. I won the ebay auction that mattered most and I learned how to bustle with the best of them. Plus I went to Lund's and had a bag boy who looked like Robert Pattinson..who is 23 today. and Stevie Wonder is 59. and Bea Arthur would be 86.
Talk about disappointment. I was wrong with my prediction. Helen, who now weighs less than me, thank you, took home the 250k. Whatever. I didn't like the show that much anyway..
I will say this- it was too stinkin long. They seriously expect people to watch recaps and weigh-ins for 3 hours? Ridiculous. I started slitting my wrists about 1/8 into the show. I can't sit that long. I banished myself to the basement for 10 minutes to do push-ups and check the Twins. Twice. Then I gamecasted in my room and came out to FF the commercials for the girls since I am the remote control master.
Meanwhile, let's talk about American Idol and how they tried to sabotage Danny by picking lame songs. Whatever, little sister. I'll still buy his cd when it's sitting on the shelf next to Mandisa's at Northwestern Bookstore. Him and Kris both. The secret Christians. I see through those secular songs and I see a future Brian Littrell on the horizon. I didn't spend 3 years in the WBCS studios for nothing..I know a Christian artist when I see it. and I see 2 in the top 3.
And Adam Lambert is the shoe-in. Simon said so on Oprah.
And in happier news: Dr. Oz is having his OWN tv show. Which means every day will be 'Tuesday' for me come September. Couldn't be happier. Did anyone else cry when he was reunited with the Hurricane Katrina baby he saved by giving it gatorade in a bottle?
In case you were wondering. I won the ebay auction that mattered most and I learned how to bustle with the best of them. Plus I went to Lund's and had a bag boy who looked like Robert Pattinson..who is 23 today. and Stevie Wonder is 59. and Bea Arthur would be 86.
5.12.2009
Concurred and Conquered
Ebay is filling up my inbox and emptying my savings. but winning me cool stuff.
Which reminds me.
Today I have conquered a lot of things. I think it's important to make an effort to conquer small things on a regular basis so when the big things come, like beating people in marathons, 5ks or bets with actual wagers, your competitive spirit is well trained and your inner self doesn't need much convincing to have the confidence of knowing you'll come out on top. That's why I do it. Not to mention you get that feeling that I imagine Kevin Macallister got when he faced the furnace in Home Alone and you can say 'eh..shut up.' and go up your basement steps without fear.
Here are some things I can cross off the list for today..including, but not limited to (because the day's only half over):
Ebay. I might be counting my items before the auction's over, but I think it's safe to say I have 4 awesome highest bids on 4 awesome items. Awesome. If you see me wearing some awesome shirts in the next 7-10 days, you'll know they were awesomely conquered through ebay. (somebody told me I say 'awesome! nice! and perfect!' at work a lot. So I'm getting it out of my system.)
Fax machine. It scared me week 1. It intimidated me week 2. But here I am, week 7 and I have successfully sent W-9's to drug screening locations across the US without getting FAIL flashing across the screen.
Ranch. Anyone who knows me knows that 99% of condiments are a no-go. The last time I had ketchup was at McDonald's sometime in high school. Just not a fan. Imagine my surprise when I walked away from the cafeteria with a salad complete with..ranch dressing. Once the gagging reflex ceased, I was good to go.
So there you have it. Do you feel like you just wasted your time? Me too. So here's something that will make it worth while for both of us.
Which reminds me.
Today I have conquered a lot of things. I think it's important to make an effort to conquer small things on a regular basis so when the big things come, like beating people in marathons, 5ks or bets with actual wagers, your competitive spirit is well trained and your inner self doesn't need much convincing to have the confidence of knowing you'll come out on top. That's why I do it. Not to mention you get that feeling that I imagine Kevin Macallister got when he faced the furnace in Home Alone and you can say 'eh..shut up.' and go up your basement steps without fear.
Here are some things I can cross off the list for today..including, but not limited to (because the day's only half over):
Ebay. I might be counting my items before the auction's over, but I think it's safe to say I have 4 awesome highest bids on 4 awesome items. Awesome. If you see me wearing some awesome shirts in the next 7-10 days, you'll know they were awesomely conquered through ebay. (somebody told me I say 'awesome! nice! and perfect!' at work a lot. So I'm getting it out of my system.)
Fax machine. It scared me week 1. It intimidated me week 2. But here I am, week 7 and I have successfully sent W-9's to drug screening locations across the US without getting FAIL flashing across the screen.
Ranch. Anyone who knows me knows that 99% of condiments are a no-go. The last time I had ketchup was at McDonald's sometime in high school. Just not a fan. Imagine my surprise when I walked away from the cafeteria with a salad complete with..ranch dressing. Once the gagging reflex ceased, I was good to go.
So there you have it. Do you feel like you just wasted your time? Me too. So here's something that will make it worth while for both of us.
See you Tuesday?
I'm having an internal struggle that involves emotions to the extreme. It's a day of farewells. And although no death is involved, I feel like a big piece of me is dying. At least my TV skedje for Tuesdays. Two things that I typically dedicate my Tuesdays to are bidding adieu..
Dr. Oz's farewell on Oprah. This is significant because I LOVE DR. OZ. More than I could ever possibly articulate through a blog. I'm not ashamed to say I've read all his books at Borders when I was unemployed and would do it again in a Dr. Oz murmured heartbeat.
Also. Biggest Loser finale tonight. $#%$@%$! (that's me excited) Which means all of our nearest and dearest will all be gathering at Kentucky Lane to see if Mike 'hotter than Zefron' Morelli will take home the title..or will it be 'TAR-uh' ..or Mike's dumb dad, Ron. (can you guess who I want to win?) We all know it won't be Helen. Although she's lookin pretty skinny, I say she takes 2nd no matter who the winner is. and Kristin's got the at home winner title in.the.bag. (Lindsay says she's a 'shoe-in').
Which brings me to recognize something very important.
Biggest Loser is my sport of choice. If I had the option of watching the Twins in the World Series (I'm about to win a very important ebay auction relating to this and 1987), or the Biggest Loser finale..guess what I'd pick. And yes, I'm just as embarrassed as I should be, but it's the truth.
Dr. Oz's farewell on Oprah. This is significant because I LOVE DR. OZ. More than I could ever possibly articulate through a blog. I'm not ashamed to say I've read all his books at Borders when I was unemployed and would do it again in a Dr. Oz murmured heartbeat.
Also. Biggest Loser finale tonight. $#%$@%$! (that's me excited) Which means all of our nearest and dearest will all be gathering at Kentucky Lane to see if Mike 'hotter than Zefron' Morelli will take home the title..or will it be 'TAR-uh' ..or Mike's dumb dad, Ron. (can you guess who I want to win?) We all know it won't be Helen. Although she's lookin pretty skinny, I say she takes 2nd no matter who the winner is. and Kristin's got the at home winner title in.the.bag. (Lindsay says she's a 'shoe-in').
Which brings me to recognize something very important.
Biggest Loser is my sport of choice. If I had the option of watching the Twins in the World Series (I'm about to win a very important ebay auction relating to this and 1987), or the Biggest Loser finale..guess what I'd pick. And yes, I'm just as embarrassed as I should be, but it's the truth.
I know the stats. I know the players. I know the game. I know it all.
And now you all know who the real biggest loser is.
In other news, my Tuesdays are now wide open.
and I will be learning to bussle tonight. I don't know what it is or if I spelled it right, but I know it's happening at 6:00. If it's anything like the 9th grade hustle, I think I'll be pretty good at it. Ask any of the boys in Mr. Green's 1st hour gym class.
5.11.2009
Live Strong
It's Finals Week. Or so I hear.
And although I have no exams or papers looming over my head for the first time in years, I still find myself staying up unexplainably late, looking for any 20 minute window of time to nap during the day and going places to pretend I'm working, but really I'm just facebook chatting and bidding on stuff on ebay.
I have a feeling that this 'finals week' syndrome that hits me every spring will look a lot like motherhood. Only instead of going to the DC to fill nalgenes with Dew, I'll be filling baby bottles with it right before I drop the kids off at Sonia's for a little b-sitting so I can go read some mags. My kids will definitely be able to tell the day by the bottle that they drink. Here's to me marrying someone who has good dental insurance.
Let's hope that's far enough in the future that we all forget I said it.
Last night I dreamt vivid dreams of Neenah, WI. Tours of cheese factories, hours in an unairconditioned jeep and a neck pillow courtesy of Mrs. Malmquist, and summer nights waiting for DoctorK to pick up his phone. I think it may be foreshadowing a Tour de Wisconsin that I will be having come June. Lord willing and oil change pending, I'll be living strong from Hudson to Menasha, Fond du Lac to Oconomowoc. and everywhere in between. You can track my progress online at http://www.facebook.com/.
I just realized I wore slippers to work today. I think they're slippers. They have fur on the inside and zero traction. I think that constitutes as legit slippers. I just hope this doesn't look like I'm condoning sleeping on the job. Because I'm definitely 100% against that.
And although I have no exams or papers looming over my head for the first time in years, I still find myself staying up unexplainably late, looking for any 20 minute window of time to nap during the day and going places to pretend I'm working, but really I'm just facebook chatting and bidding on stuff on ebay.
I have a feeling that this 'finals week' syndrome that hits me every spring will look a lot like motherhood. Only instead of going to the DC to fill nalgenes with Dew, I'll be filling baby bottles with it right before I drop the kids off at Sonia's for a little b-sitting so I can go read some mags. My kids will definitely be able to tell the day by the bottle that they drink. Here's to me marrying someone who has good dental insurance.
Let's hope that's far enough in the future that we all forget I said it.
Last night I dreamt vivid dreams of Neenah, WI. Tours of cheese factories, hours in an unairconditioned jeep and a neck pillow courtesy of Mrs. Malmquist, and summer nights waiting for DoctorK to pick up his phone. I think it may be foreshadowing a Tour de Wisconsin that I will be having come June. Lord willing and oil change pending, I'll be living strong from Hudson to Menasha, Fond du Lac to Oconomowoc. and everywhere in between. You can track my progress online at http://www.facebook.com/.
I just realized I wore slippers to work today. I think they're slippers. They have fur on the inside and zero traction. I think that constitutes as legit slippers. I just hope this doesn't look like I'm condoning sleeping on the job. Because I'm definitely 100% against that.
5.09.2009
For one night only: Milwaukee > Minneapolis
Today was a morose day in my life.
I spent much of the day wishing I had taken my chances on Craigslist and made my way to Milwaukee with the Malmquist sisters for a certain JAMES FRICKIN TAYLOR concert.
I spent much of the day wishing I had taken my chances on Craigslist and made my way to Milwaukee with the Malmquist sisters for a certain JAMES FRICKIN TAYLOR concert.
Instead I subjected myself to a day filled with doing the necessities..signing leases, running the trails, taking 4 hour naps, etc. I tried to get myself out of this jtay slump by taking on massive amounts of Vitamin B (odwalla B monster) and D (shed a little light on me, Maple Tan). But I quickly returned to my glum state.
I tried shopping at the Knollwood Mall and of all songs to come on..fire and rain by jtay (seriously, this happened). I texted Sonia a sad face, shed a tear or 2 in the shoe department and made my way home. I gave in to watching SNL in hopes that the other JT could lift my spirits.
Alas. No.
Justin Timberlake just doesn't do it for me the way he did 10 years ago.
Mark my words. No one makes the ladies swoon like Mr. Taylor.
and mark my words once more. If James Taylor ever returns to the 5 state midwest region, I will pay any amount to be there. and will cry the entire time.
5.08.2009
FACTS #3
what up moms. A special hello and thank you goes out to karebear for being my mom and making me laugh. And now, in honor of mother's day, allow me to tell you a bit about her.
Name: Karen Charlene Pankonin McCloud
Interests: Cleaning, Fox News, HGTV, Bible studies, vacuums, the recumbant bike in the basement, garage saling
Talents: Writing neatly, dress alterations
Shining moments: Being Homecoming Queen of a class of 20 (but one girl got pregnant), sewing her own cheerleading outfits, and the adrenaline rush she got in 1986 when chasing the station wagon down the driveway to stop her kids from rolling in reverse into the neighbor's house. Also, calling her friend Debbie to come over and help replant the tree before the neighbors got home.
Favorite quotes: Kat-Kel-Meg-CHRIS-TAAH! (said like the mom from bobby's world meets the woman who prays for you on the 700 club)
Why I'm a fan: She always taped Today's Special and The Elephant Show (skinnymerinkydinkydink) for me during my nap.
Things she passed down to me: Grandma Pankonin cheeks, neat handwriting, and the love of a good deal.
FACT: The only thing worse than having a charlie horse in the middle of the night is having it in the middle of The Office. I bit a pillow, cried, and rewound.
Name: Karen Charlene Pankonin McCloud
Interests: Cleaning, Fox News, HGTV, Bible studies, vacuums, the recumbant bike in the basement, garage saling
Talents: Writing neatly, dress alterations
Shining moments: Being Homecoming Queen of a class of 20 (but one girl got pregnant), sewing her own cheerleading outfits, and the adrenaline rush she got in 1986 when chasing the station wagon down the driveway to stop her kids from rolling in reverse into the neighbor's house. Also, calling her friend Debbie to come over and help replant the tree before the neighbors got home.
Favorite quotes: Kat-Kel-Meg-CHRIS-TAAH! (said like the mom from bobby's world meets the woman who prays for you on the 700 club)
Why I'm a fan: She always taped Today's Special and The Elephant Show (skinnymerinkydinkydink) for me during my nap.
Things she passed down to me: Grandma Pankonin cheeks, neat handwriting, and the love of a good deal.
FACT: The only thing worse than having a charlie horse in the middle of the night is having it in the middle of The Office. I bit a pillow, cried, and rewound.
FACT: ManRam's suspension got pushed from 50 days to roughly 9 months. He's hoping for a boy, but really just wants it to be happy and healthy.
FACT: Those pump water fountains in the park are a lot more work than they're worth. You pump for 45 seconds and get the equivalent of swallowing your own spit only it tastes like iron. Iron spit.
FACT: My heart sank to the floor roughly 5 weeks ago when I heard Zefron won't be in Footloose. I've thought about it almost every day since. The pain was especially hard to handle when I was reminded of how much I love him during the cinematic greatness that is 17 Again.
FACT: On Legends of the Hidden Temple one time they said 'You've won it ALL! The Sony boombox, the Huffy bike, AND the trip to Space Camp!' ..what more could you possible ever ask for?
FACT: James Taylor is playing in Wiscawwnsen this weekend. So is Danny Gokey. I wish I could motivate myself to drive there. But I can't. No time for an oil change. So instead, I'll spend my weekend laying in the field next to the railroad bed tanning like the girl I saw yesterday. Which I really plan on doing. (Enjoy the show, Sonj. Yell september grass as loud as you can for me, please. and cry like the sanjaya girl if he actually plays it. Long live october road!)
FACT: Senior year of college I binged on Golden Girls, Mountain Dew, and Hot Tamales. I then purged laziness and had constant stomach aches, dark circles under my eyes, and cavities. KHood..tell them it's true and tell them there's nothing better. Except maybe Kaukauna.
FACT: I have Raynaud's Phenomenon. Shake my hand on a 90 degree day and you will be convinced. Cool hands, warm heart.
FACT: If you ever see me do the 'Ice Pick' please take me home and tuck me in.
FACT: Exactly 5 years ago, Bethel University got Facebook. The week of finals. Correction: the week everyone forgot about finals. Someday, I imagine telling my kids that when I was their age, we didn't have facebook. We only had the Bethel directory. And the roster. and while the Barking Ducks were rosterbating, Sonia and I were Rasterbating.
Happy finals, Happy Friday, and Happy 70's.5.07.2009
C/M
Retreats.
Middle schools, high schools, colleges, and churches all use them. I've been on respect retreats, leadership retreats, peer mediator retreats, freshmen retreats, senior retreats, spring break missions trip retreats, youth group retreats, RA retreats..I'd say I have some retreat experience.
There's nothing I'd like more than to be a retreat facilitator. I'd stand in front of high schoolers, crack a few jokes to build rapport and then go into an icebreaker like arranging them in a circle and do that thing where everyone sits on each other's laps while kind of still standing. Or maybe some trust falls, ropes courses, and that untangle the pretzel without letting go of anyone's hand game.
We'd then regroup for a little singing. We'd all put our arms around each other while singing Awesome God or, if it's not a churchish setting, maybe Brown Eyed Girl or something.
The day would include a keynote speaker (me) talking about the importance of ____ and then I'd break everyone up into small groups to confess their struggles.
Then the retreat would end with all of us gathering for a campfire outside or if it's at a school, a fake one in the East Gym, where one by one, students go up to the microphone to apologize for something they did in the 3rd grade, or for a Christian one, we'd write our biggest, most regretful sin on a piece of paper and burn it in the campfire. or nail it to the cross. Or rip it up and throw it in the garbage on the way out.
There'd be tears, hugs, and apologies happening all over and I will get all the glory for bringing everyone closer together. Me and God/the principal or youth pastor who booked me.
C/M (yearbook talk for call me)
Middle schools, high schools, colleges, and churches all use them. I've been on respect retreats, leadership retreats, peer mediator retreats, freshmen retreats, senior retreats, spring break missions trip retreats, youth group retreats, RA retreats..I'd say I have some retreat experience.
There's nothing I'd like more than to be a retreat facilitator. I'd stand in front of high schoolers, crack a few jokes to build rapport and then go into an icebreaker like arranging them in a circle and do that thing where everyone sits on each other's laps while kind of still standing. Or maybe some trust falls, ropes courses, and that untangle the pretzel without letting go of anyone's hand game.
We'd then regroup for a little singing. We'd all put our arms around each other while singing Awesome God or, if it's not a churchish setting, maybe Brown Eyed Girl or something.
The day would include a keynote speaker (me) talking about the importance of ____ and then I'd break everyone up into small groups to confess their struggles.
Then the retreat would end with all of us gathering for a campfire outside or if it's at a school, a fake one in the East Gym, where one by one, students go up to the microphone to apologize for something they did in the 3rd grade, or for a Christian one, we'd write our biggest, most regretful sin on a piece of paper and burn it in the campfire. or nail it to the cross. Or rip it up and throw it in the garbage on the way out.
There'd be tears, hugs, and apologies happening all over and I will get all the glory for bringing everyone closer together. Me and God/the principal or youth pastor who booked me.
C/M (yearbook talk for call me)
Empty promises
First of all, I just want everyone to know that I'm dressed like a 6th grade teacher today.
And it took me 97 minutes to get to work today. My back hurts real bad. And although I like to think I'm a pretty calm, cool, collected kind of girl, my stress level peaked at about 7:55 this morning to the point that if I was doing one of those treadmill tests on Biggest Loser, Dr. Huizenga's head would have exploded and my 'real body age' went up at least 13 years. Which would mean when you google me on..well, google, the website that says I'm 36 years old would be accurate.
**If you do google me, please note I am not a librarian in Tennessee nor do I write erotic books.
Do you know that feeling you get when you know you've been spending too much money, but you have to go on to wellsfargo.com to pay a bill? It's like a pit in your stomach, aching feeling that you have to power through and it's so miserable that you make promises to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to never have to feel this feeling again.
You non-unlimited texts/minutes people might be familiar with the feeling when you have a week until your bill closes, but know you've gone roughly $40 over your plan. You have to text #msg# and #min# to check for sure and while it's 'retrieving data' you get that aching feeling again. So you make a promise to commit to screening all calls, only having conversations over 5 minutes with t-mobile customers, and replying to texts via facebook.
Or when you get a charlie horse in the middle of the night and promise God you'll never miss church again, you'll sponsor a child, you'll tithe 10%, and commit yourself to a life of celibacy if only He'll make it stop.
Or possibly you would recognize it as the same feeling you got when Chris Daughtry got kicked off American Idol too early and you promised yourself you'll never watch that show ever again.
I get that feeling when I watch the Twins. But I'm not telling you the promises I've made because Lord knows I won't keep them.
And it took me 97 minutes to get to work today. My back hurts real bad. And although I like to think I'm a pretty calm, cool, collected kind of girl, my stress level peaked at about 7:55 this morning to the point that if I was doing one of those treadmill tests on Biggest Loser, Dr. Huizenga's head would have exploded and my 'real body age' went up at least 13 years. Which would mean when you google me on..well, google, the website that says I'm 36 years old would be accurate.
**If you do google me, please note I am not a librarian in Tennessee nor do I write erotic books.
Do you know that feeling you get when you know you've been spending too much money, but you have to go on to wellsfargo.com to pay a bill? It's like a pit in your stomach, aching feeling that you have to power through and it's so miserable that you make promises to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to never have to feel this feeling again.
You non-unlimited texts/minutes people might be familiar with the feeling when you have a week until your bill closes, but know you've gone roughly $40 over your plan. You have to text #msg# and #min# to check for sure and while it's 'retrieving data' you get that aching feeling again. So you make a promise to commit to screening all calls, only having conversations over 5 minutes with t-mobile customers, and replying to texts via facebook.
Or when you get a charlie horse in the middle of the night and promise God you'll never miss church again, you'll sponsor a child, you'll tithe 10%, and commit yourself to a life of celibacy if only He'll make it stop.
Or possibly you would recognize it as the same feeling you got when Chris Daughtry got kicked off American Idol too early and you promised yourself you'll never watch that show ever again.
I get that feeling when I watch the Twins. But I'm not telling you the promises I've made because Lord knows I won't keep them.
5.06.2009
Overhead Clapping
Clapping is a big deal. There was that 600 lb. man who lost over 100 lb. from clapping during Sweatin to the Oldies. It's clearly not something you should just go around doing all the time unless you have a lot of weight to lose. In which case, why are you so happy about being overweight?
Hmm, anyway. I hate when you go to concerts and they try to make you clap. Everyone knows it doesn't even last through the first verse anyway..so why bother? I will always be the girl in the front, but strategically and nonchalantly off to the side so I can pretend I'm not an obsessive fan like the frc (front row center for you noobs), crossing her arms during the beginning of a clap song..because I can (john mayer said so).
If a song wants me to clap, it has to earn it.
The true test of a song earning it is if, usually at/around the bridge, the music goes away and the crowd is instantly moved to do the overhead clap. That's how you know it's a good song. If people feel so strongly about keeping the song going even though it's 3/4 of the way over that they are willing to set down their drinks, raise their arms and do a powerful overhead clap in unison...that's a good song.
I've compiled a short sampling of songs that have the power to make even the crossiest arms person such as myself give a little overhead clap.
..no, no, stop..it was my pleasure.
Your Smiling Face..James Taylor (it's a rarity you'll hear this song out and about, but this is a staple song in the 2000 cam..i usually play it so I can see your smiling face..and overhead clap.)
Jack and Diane..John Cougar Mellencamp (The obvious let it rock let it roll part. I dare you to have 1+ drink(s) and then listen to this song and not overhead clap. impossible.)
Renegade..Styx (oh mama, this one gets everyone going. then the clapping turns into kind of an alternating fist pumping thing. It's really pretty great.)
Where do I go..by..the Camp Shamineau people? or was it Amy Grant? (for the conservative christian 1990's camp goers out there. I always hated the clapping part because it meant you couldn't do the 'real' actions..but the clapping cannot be avoided. plus it's only 1 chorus.)
Paradise City..Guns N Roses (I'll take you home..but only if you overhead clap.)
Song of the South..Alabama (I'm just as embarrassed about this one as you are)
Plenty more where this came from, no doubt. But a girl's gotta get to work.
Hmm, anyway. I hate when you go to concerts and they try to make you clap. Everyone knows it doesn't even last through the first verse anyway..so why bother? I will always be the girl in the front, but strategically and nonchalantly off to the side so I can pretend I'm not an obsessive fan like the frc (front row center for you noobs), crossing her arms during the beginning of a clap song..because I can (john mayer said so).
If a song wants me to clap, it has to earn it.
The true test of a song earning it is if, usually at/around the bridge, the music goes away and the crowd is instantly moved to do the overhead clap. That's how you know it's a good song. If people feel so strongly about keeping the song going even though it's 3/4 of the way over that they are willing to set down their drinks, raise their arms and do a powerful overhead clap in unison...that's a good song.
I've compiled a short sampling of songs that have the power to make even the crossiest arms person such as myself give a little overhead clap.
..no, no, stop..it was my pleasure.
Your Smiling Face..James Taylor (it's a rarity you'll hear this song out and about, but this is a staple song in the 2000 cam..i usually play it so I can see your smiling face..and overhead clap.)
Jack and Diane..John Cougar Mellencamp (The obvious let it rock let it roll part. I dare you to have 1+ drink(s) and then listen to this song and not overhead clap. impossible.)
Renegade..Styx (oh mama, this one gets everyone going. then the clapping turns into kind of an alternating fist pumping thing. It's really pretty great.)
Where do I go..by..the Camp Shamineau people? or was it Amy Grant? (for the conservative christian 1990's camp goers out there. I always hated the clapping part because it meant you couldn't do the 'real' actions..but the clapping cannot be avoided. plus it's only 1 chorus.)
Paradise City..Guns N Roses (I'll take you home..but only if you overhead clap.)
Song of the South..Alabama (I'm just as embarrassed about this one as you are)
Plenty more where this came from, no doubt. But a girl's gotta get to work.
Shredding and Schweating
I just want to take a moment to let you all know I'm officially on my way to getting frickin ripped.
One shred at a time.
and it's going to my head..I've started wearing muscle tees to the gym and I now draw a crowd every time I do a few deadlifts.
Ok, that's a lie. I do my sister's 30 day shred dvd in the basement and then go running outside. But still. One week people, and those 5 lb (or '8 lb' as megan likes to call them) static lunges are getting me results.
When I do make the occassional trip to LTF, I do still draw a crowd (as expected). But I suspect it's not so much for my ripped bod, but the fact that my music I'm lip synching or breathless humming to is obnoxiously loud and I'm making it rain all over the treadmill..and their treadmill.
Deal with it.
At least I don't wear the same workout outfits every day like some people I know..not to name names, but..red haired man with the grey tight tee and orange stripes, bebe sport asian girl, and the biggest, most muscular man I've ever seen who cuts his t-shirt enough to fit a twin size bed through the arm holes.
So, next time you go to the gym and think no one notices if you wear that same Under Armour a few workouts in a row..think again. I'm watching and completely grossed out.
One shred at a time.
and it's going to my head..I've started wearing muscle tees to the gym and I now draw a crowd every time I do a few deadlifts.
Ok, that's a lie. I do my sister's 30 day shred dvd in the basement and then go running outside. But still. One week people, and those 5 lb (or '8 lb' as megan likes to call them) static lunges are getting me results.
When I do make the occassional trip to LTF, I do still draw a crowd (as expected). But I suspect it's not so much for my ripped bod, but the fact that my music I'm lip synching or breathless humming to is obnoxiously loud and I'm making it rain all over the treadmill..and their treadmill.
Deal with it.
At least I don't wear the same workout outfits every day like some people I know..not to name names, but..red haired man with the grey tight tee and orange stripes, bebe sport asian girl, and the biggest, most muscular man I've ever seen who cuts his t-shirt enough to fit a twin size bed through the arm holes.
So, next time you go to the gym and think no one notices if you wear that same Under Armour a few workouts in a row..think again. I'm watching and completely grossed out.
5.05.2009
Sorry Brett, Baby Jesus is taken.
All this buzz about Favre and I don't know what to think.
I'm not much for football. I usually fall asleep before the clock stops once. But there's something about Brett Favre coming here that makes me wonder if I might become a Vikings fan this year. Is that ok? Can I just decide that? I think it's ok..but I feel kind of weird about it. Mainly because what happens if I get really into it and tell everyone how big of a fan I am and then they find out I had 0% interest and 0% knowledge pre-2009 season. I would either be considered a liar or a Brett Favre bandwagoner, neither of which are too respectable.
I also worry about what it will do to Baby Jesus. Minnesota has a limited capacity for the amount of stars we can have at one time. When someone new comes, someone else has to be phased out. It's purely a Minnesotan issue.
Guy #1 usually has two choices once guy #2 comes along. You either become washed up or you move to Boston.
I don't want to see Mauer go to the Red Sox. and I don't want to be a lying, bandwagon Vikings fan. So maybe Favre should stay in Kiln, MS. I've been there once. Nice place.
Then again, it'd be nice to have yet another one up on Wi-scawwn-sen. Upper accent.
Somebody call 9-11
Speaking on behalf of Sonia and myself, this goes out to all our fans. Everyone who faithfully listened to our 9-11pm radio show 2005-2006, checked our out of control xanga site, AIMed us with song requests and knocked on the window when we were on-air.
As WBCS's most popular show, we left a legacy that few can contend with. We know that. Which is why we are begging you to help us find a copy of our show.
We know that our brother floor recorded it so they could listen to it after their broomball games. We know that Nick Jones and K-Mac both have CD copies of our first and last shows and keep back copies dating back to the late 80's. We know that we had nationwide listeners that stretched from Frisco, TX to Neenah, WI and a few places in between. Someone's gotta have a copy.
I just heard the song that goes 'California..knows how to party..California..knows how to party..in the city..' You know that song. And I literally flashed back to Skateland in Brooklyn Park, 1997 and remembered changing all the Californias to Minnesotas as I tried to dance on my rollerblades. Lame. Mostly because it could never be true.
I wouldn't say Minnesota really 'knows how to party.' When I think Minnesota, I think of people with slightly less annoying accents than the Upper (you-per that is) who drive the suburban to the cabin every weekend and talk about Firecats, Northerns, and Gary Allen.
So..basically my old boyfriend.
I hope he doesn't read this.
I don't think all of us are like that. I'm certainly not. But I do think the chances that I perfectly described someone you know are pretty high, with that chance skyrocketing if they live outside of the 694/494/94 box of normalcy. and also if you ever met my old boyfriend.
Anyway.
They say you can't have your cake and eat it too. But let me just tell you that today, I plan on going big on my way home. That's right. I'm not making a choice, I'm doing both.
Stopping at Sun Ray on my way to my parent's house.
As WBCS's most popular show, we left a legacy that few can contend with. We know that. Which is why we are begging you to help us find a copy of our show.
We know that our brother floor recorded it so they could listen to it after their broomball games. We know that Nick Jones and K-Mac both have CD copies of our first and last shows and keep back copies dating back to the late 80's. We know that we had nationwide listeners that stretched from Frisco, TX to Neenah, WI and a few places in between. Someone's gotta have a copy.
I just heard the song that goes 'California..knows how to party..California..knows how to party..in the city..' You know that song. And I literally flashed back to Skateland in Brooklyn Park, 1997 and remembered changing all the Californias to Minnesotas as I tried to dance on my rollerblades. Lame. Mostly because it could never be true.
I wouldn't say Minnesota really 'knows how to party.' When I think Minnesota, I think of people with slightly less annoying accents than the Upper (you-per that is) who drive the suburban to the cabin every weekend and talk about Firecats, Northerns, and Gary Allen.
So..basically my old boyfriend.
I hope he doesn't read this.
I don't think all of us are like that. I'm certainly not. But I do think the chances that I perfectly described someone you know are pretty high, with that chance skyrocketing if they live outside of the 694/494/94 box of normalcy. and also if you ever met my old boyfriend.
Anyway.
They say you can't have your cake and eat it too. But let me just tell you that today, I plan on going big on my way home. That's right. I'm not making a choice, I'm doing both.
Stopping at Sun Ray on my way to my parent's house.
5.04.2009
Kiss me through my blog, soulja boy
Dear Diary,
I mean, hey there.
I decided that because a. I couldn't sleep and b. I'm taking a half day tomorrow (personal reasons..which will surface soon enough..) I should get this over with.
(When I said that did you immediately think I was pregnant? That's what I would have assumed too. I'm sorry, it's not that exciting. But not telling makes you really want to know..right? Soon enough. Time will tell. )
I've been thinking about summer a lot. Probably because my passwords are all Summer123. (Go ahead, break into my Lotus Notes.) Point being, I think about it every time my work computer goes to sleep. I'm suddenly reminded that summer is pretty much here and I pretty much need to make it awesome.
I've relyed solely on sponanaeity in past summers and good times have been had. However, I miss the summer of 2006 more than those 6 months of free HBO, more than my freshmen RA Justin Kamphenkal and more than the Fiesta Americana Condesa Cancun..combined! Basically, more than anything. I don't know what made it so great, but I do know 2007 and 2008 did not live up to the standards that 2006 set. Therefore..
2009 must be better.
Please contact me with suggestions, invitations, requests, and recommendations.
Also, if you're wondering why I update this so much, it's time you know..I'm working towards total monetization, domination, and competing for site traffic with AJ.
You're welcome for not translating this into espanol for cinco de mayo. I thought long and hard about it and decided on an alternative way to celebrate this sacred holiday. 2 mexican restaurant suggestions from me to you: that one place in Hudson, WI that has a cute patio and Rey Azteca in Eden Prairie. and to all my Latino readers, your body like ay ay ay.
and...you're welcome.
I mean, hey there.
I decided that because a. I couldn't sleep and b. I'm taking a half day tomorrow (personal reasons..which will surface soon enough..) I should get this over with.
(When I said that did you immediately think I was pregnant? That's what I would have assumed too. I'm sorry, it's not that exciting. But not telling makes you really want to know..right? Soon enough. Time will tell. )
I've been thinking about summer a lot. Probably because my passwords are all Summer123. (Go ahead, break into my Lotus Notes.) Point being, I think about it every time my work computer goes to sleep. I'm suddenly reminded that summer is pretty much here and I pretty much need to make it awesome.
I've relyed solely on sponanaeity in past summers and good times have been had. However, I miss the summer of 2006 more than those 6 months of free HBO, more than my freshmen RA Justin Kamphenkal and more than the Fiesta Americana Condesa Cancun..combined! Basically, more than anything. I don't know what made it so great, but I do know 2007 and 2008 did not live up to the standards that 2006 set. Therefore..
2009 must be better.
Please contact me with suggestions, invitations, requests, and recommendations.
Also, if you're wondering why I update this so much, it's time you know..I'm working towards total monetization, domination, and competing for site traffic with AJ.
You're welcome for not translating this into espanol for cinco de mayo. I thought long and hard about it and decided on an alternative way to celebrate this sacred holiday. 2 mexican restaurant suggestions from me to you: that one place in Hudson, WI that has a cute patio and Rey Azteca in Eden Prairie. and to all my Latino readers, your body like ay ay ay.
and...you're welcome.
May the 4th be with you
I just did tricep dips on my swivel chair..silently. and with one headphone in. and in a skirt. I'd like to see you try that.
I went to the secret bathroom this morning and there was big, scary woman with a suitcase (literal suitcase) full of make-up and products. The bathroom smelled a lot like my grandma's house used to smell and I felt weird being in a tiny little bathroom with her..so I left and went to the main one.
Fast forward 5 hours.
I drink a lot of water here, mainly to stop myself from going to the vending machine, so I alternate the bathrooms I go to so it doesn't look like I just hang out there. So here goes try #2 of going to the secret bathroom. The same woman is there again. Stuff spread out all over the counter..I know it's her because she looks like Wynona Judd only bigger and scarier and everyone else here looks like my 1st grade teacher Mrs. Adams. (not to be confused with my 2nd and 3rd grade teacher, Mom. What up, homeschool!)
I'm not sure if she's camping out here or what the deal with the rolling suitcase is, but needless to say, it was awkward. I'm sure she remembers me too since I am the only person under 35 here as well as the fact I was quietly humming both times of walking in on her. Apparently that's a new thing I do. I think I started doing it about the same time I started blogging. The even more embarrassing thing was the second time I was humming the ending song to Price is Right. But..if anyone should be embarrassed...it's her...right?
Right.
Guess what happens when you know how to whip up a little graph in Excel that is actually readable? You get the nickname Report Guru. Cool huh?
Guess what happens when you listen to Common Man everyday? You argue with someone until they concede. And if they don't, you make fun of the person and pretend like you didn't care in the first place. And when you make a joke you do the 'badumching' and laugh at yourself.Now..who wants to hang out with me tonight?
5.03.2009
Some more Golden material
Riddle me this: How did I manage to sleep in til 11, watch 4 episodes of Golden Girls, run 11.4 miles, shred with Jillian, watch the Twins game, walk to the Snyder's, buy a magazine, read the magazine, go tanning, do laundry and now blog and it's barely 9pm?
Wait. Stop guessing. I'll just tell you. It's because I don't have any responsibilities, priorities, and I'm just plain selfish. (but only on Sundays)
Normally I'd make it rain with laziness, but I was feeling selfishly productive..because I produce best when I am the one who benefits. So all in all..good day.
I'm a strong believer in combining/morphing good things to make great things. That's probably why I spent so much time morphing pictures back in 2007 and why I like Girl Talk so much. I decided to apply this to a few dearly loved tv shows and am hoping for a hit or 2 to come out of this.
Amazing Race meets Golden Girls. Amazing Race for retirees with a sassy, competitive spirit. Natuarally, it'd be tag team hosted by Betty White and Leslie Nielson and challenges would involve shuffle board, Skip-bo, and Rummikub and the contestants would mainy just go back and forth between Arizona and Florida.
Millionaire Matchmaker meets Golden Girls. Patty sets up widows and widowers in nursing homes. Why is this a good idea? Because she has a 99% success rate and all successful matches could move in together, creating more space for the aging baby boomers and happier residents.
Survivor meets Golden Girls. Instead of a remote island, contestants would be 'stranded' downtown in a condo surrounded by laptops, tivo, and other electronic things. Challenges would be tough..like sending an email, updating a facebook status, and typing in Microsoft Word.
Those 2 hours of Golden Girls this afternoon clearly did me in. Maybe I'll have more original ideas some other time. So keep checking back..and thank you for being a friend..
and FINALLY but MOST IMPORTANTLY, your chance with a McCloud girl will officially decrease by 25% in about 3 weeks. I suggest you cash out now before I settle for something less than you (or your brother, cousin, or neighbor)..call me. The last McCloud bachelorette standing. I'll be accepting texts, phone calls, facebook messages, blog comments, and paper applications starting now. Qualifications include: single.
5.01.2009
Public Service Announcement
You have 11 days to get the discounted price and 2.5 months to train.
It's a 5k. It's doable. I'll be there. It's Wednesday July 22 at 7ish.
It'll be the most fun 5k you ever do for the following reasons:
It's at night. It is a rarity to find a 5k that is not on a Saturday morning. Saturday mornings are for sleeping in. Wednesday nights are for running. (and Shout Housing)
Free food/drink..times 10. You will not be disappointed. If it's beer you're after, there are plenty of non-drinking runners that will donate their 2 tickets to you. Also the amount of food choices rivals that of the Epic Buffet in Hollywood, Mississippi. Oh you've never been there? Well, just take my word when I tell you the food is plentiful.
Nicollet Island. I'd never been there until I started doing this race. and it's nice..and it's nice..
Hey, Beginners. A 5k is always a good distance to start with. When I got back into running (when I realized I had gained the freshmen 15), this was my first race I 'trained' for. Now look at me. A seasoned marathoner. Could be you. and it all started with the Torchlight 5k.
10 Best Days of Summer. It's true. The Torchlight 5k, the Aquatenniel fireworks are staples of a good summer spent in old mpls.
30 minutes of running plus UNLIMITED fun after. You can make it in 30 minutes..roughly a 10 minute mile? pssh..easy. (24 if you're me. But I set a high standard for myself, so stop trying to compete with me.) Once you finish, you get to enjoy the summer night with hundreds of coooool people and hopefully a sub-par cover band. Also, who knows? Maybe the night will lead you and your sweaty self to Shout House for a little 80's action. I can only hope. Or there's always the Otter.
Register. Now.
please note: I do not work for Life Time Fitness anymore. I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart because it's an experience I want to share with y-o-u!
It's a 5k. It's doable. I'll be there. It's Wednesday July 22 at 7ish.
It'll be the most fun 5k you ever do for the following reasons:
It's at night. It is a rarity to find a 5k that is not on a Saturday morning. Saturday mornings are for sleeping in. Wednesday nights are for running. (and Shout Housing)
Free food/drink..times 10. You will not be disappointed. If it's beer you're after, there are plenty of non-drinking runners that will donate their 2 tickets to you. Also the amount of food choices rivals that of the Epic Buffet in Hollywood, Mississippi. Oh you've never been there? Well, just take my word when I tell you the food is plentiful.
Nicollet Island. I'd never been there until I started doing this race. and it's nice..and it's nice..
Hey, Beginners. A 5k is always a good distance to start with. When I got back into running (when I realized I had gained the freshmen 15), this was my first race I 'trained' for. Now look at me. A seasoned marathoner. Could be you. and it all started with the Torchlight 5k.
10 Best Days of Summer. It's true. The Torchlight 5k, the Aquatenniel fireworks are staples of a good summer spent in old mpls.
30 minutes of running plus UNLIMITED fun after. You can make it in 30 minutes..roughly a 10 minute mile? pssh..easy. (24 if you're me. But I set a high standard for myself, so stop trying to compete with me.) Once you finish, you get to enjoy the summer night with hundreds of coooool people and hopefully a sub-par cover band. Also, who knows? Maybe the night will lead you and your sweaty self to Shout House for a little 80's action. I can only hope. Or there's always the Otter.
Register. Now.
please note: I do not work for Life Time Fitness anymore. I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart because it's an experience I want to share with y-o-u!
FACTS #2
Finally Friday..just got back from the bar..the omelet bar. The number one greatest thing about Fridays.
FACT: He is risen. Mauer returns today. Better late than pregnant. But just to be safe I'll save the 'indeed' for post-game.
FACT: I am embarrassed by most events that took place in January and February 2005. Including, but not limited to..roommate roulette, the hazelnut experience, the entire broomball season, copying my way through Modern Alchemy for Non-scientists, and letting a certain Nelson-ite give me a backrub at a certain sleepover gone bad.
FACT: September Grass by James Taylor is simply put..perfect.
FACT: When you work full time, every Friday feels like the last day of school. Only better because it comes every week. Disclaimer: this is not true if you are approved for overtime, are salaried and have poor time management, or think about your job when you leave. It is, thankfully, true for me.
Exception: The Bulls are approved for overtime, but I think they are probably ok with it this weekend.
FACT: I just found out the sick feeling I get when I leave The Sal is actually H1N1, not buyer's remorse.
FACT: If you're calling someone back 15 months after they apply for a job, you shouldn't say 'your recent application.'
FACT: I wish I could buy stock in Bethel wedding attendance because it has increased by 14.28% just today. Cash out.
FACT: Never ask someone you work with if they're planning on having children unless you know what to say after they tell you they're infertile.
FACT: I will make my future children do things like this:
FACT: He is risen. Mauer returns today. Better late than pregnant. But just to be safe I'll save the 'indeed' for post-game.
FACT: I am embarrassed by most events that took place in January and February 2005. Including, but not limited to..roommate roulette, the hazelnut experience, the entire broomball season, copying my way through Modern Alchemy for Non-scientists, and letting a certain Nelson-ite give me a backrub at a certain sleepover gone bad.
FACT: September Grass by James Taylor is simply put..perfect.
FACT: When you work full time, every Friday feels like the last day of school. Only better because it comes every week. Disclaimer: this is not true if you are approved for overtime, are salaried and have poor time management, or think about your job when you leave. It is, thankfully, true for me.
Exception: The Bulls are approved for overtime, but I think they are probably ok with it this weekend.
FACT: I just found out the sick feeling I get when I leave The Sal is actually H1N1, not buyer's remorse.
FACT: If you're calling someone back 15 months after they apply for a job, you shouldn't say 'your recent application.'
FACT: I wish I could buy stock in Bethel wedding attendance because it has increased by 14.28% just today. Cash out.
FACT: Never ask someone you work with if they're planning on having children unless you know what to say after they tell you they're infertile.
FACT: I will make my future children do things like this:
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