Apparently I'm worthy of some awesome compliments this week. Let me just tell you that FIVE, count them 1-2-3-4-5, have been compliments on my speaking voice. Not saying it's going straight to my head...but it totally is. I'm awesome at explaining things and I know it. Give me a day or two for this big head to deflate, I should be back to normal in no time.
And if Oprah is right (which she, like me, usually is), then I know why I've been getting so many compliments on my voice this week. and yes, it's true. and if I was a stripper or server I'd probably be banking double time tips.
In other news, I'm on an early streak this week. I started a new thing. It's called waking up when my alarm goes off. Have you tried it? I had just become so accustomed to pressing 'ignore' everytime you call me that I started doing it to my alarm...yadda yadda yadda...the habit is now broken.
I'll tell you what will not be fixed. This unlimited texting. Apparently when I switched over, I went from 300ish wisely used texts to unlimited. but nice try tmobile, because guess who's not changing it? Just like when I accidently got put into HP Chemistry in 11th grade and didn't tell my counselor because I was lab partners with the boy who got a 34 on his ACT. I knew in the long run, I'll be the one who benefits.
Although in this case, maybe you are the one who benefits. Because now I can send you cute :) texts whenever I want.
I'm not sure if that made a lot of sense, but seriously, I'm not changing it back. Which means I will now start reading all text messages rather than guessing if it's worth 15 cents or not before opening it. Which might make me more social, less confused, and an overall better informed friend and family member.
Look forward to it.
6.30.2009
6.29.2009
thirtyfive
I so wish I could put into words how amazing this weekend was for me. But I can't do it justice so I'm not going to try too hard. Just know that it included me making a large dent in season 1 of FNL, getting sunburnt shoulders, watching 2 complete twins games, facebooking on tv, and running 24 miles.
During my run yesterday I saw the girl who has been on Kare 11 for the past 3 years who feels no pain. I also saw that 3 legged dog again and a boy in a wheelchair arm bike.
Which naturally made me think of FNL and Jason Street.
Which made me run even faster so I could get home and watch more FNL.
Well. Anyway. It was a good weekend. AS ALWAYS.
Which brings us to today. June 29. My parent's anniversary. Sisters, you're welcome for the reminder. I believe it is the big 3-5 which, as tradition has it, the 35th is the 'buy your youngest child groceries and pay her rent' anniversary. 1974. People magazine came out..Nixon resigned.. Stevie Wonder was the man..my mom had straight blonde hair to her butt and my dad had wavy locks, tinted shades, and tight pants. I'd put the pic up but I think I'd get in trouble. Needless to say, they were quite the stylish pair in 1974. h.35.a, m&d.
The girl next to me just found out we have Friday off. Let me tell you that I have known since my first day here that we got this Friday off and have been anxiously awaiting it since we got Memorial Day Monday off. These days don't happen too often, folks. It's a nice little treat. So to fully celebrate the 3 day holiday, I will be heading to Neenah for some QT in the hammock and with the Malmquist fam. I'm also looking forward to seeing Alfie and all the tricks that Chuck has taught him in the past year since I've seen him. and sweating off a few lbs. in the non-ac areas of the house.
During my run yesterday I saw the girl who has been on Kare 11 for the past 3 years who feels no pain. I also saw that 3 legged dog again and a boy in a wheelchair arm bike.
Which naturally made me think of FNL and Jason Street.
Which made me run even faster so I could get home and watch more FNL.
Well. Anyway. It was a good weekend. AS ALWAYS.
Which brings us to today. June 29. My parent's anniversary. Sisters, you're welcome for the reminder. I believe it is the big 3-5 which, as tradition has it, the 35th is the 'buy your youngest child groceries and pay her rent' anniversary. 1974. People magazine came out..Nixon resigned.. Stevie Wonder was the man..my mom had straight blonde hair to her butt and my dad had wavy locks, tinted shades, and tight pants. I'd put the pic up but I think I'd get in trouble. Needless to say, they were quite the stylish pair in 1974. h.35.a, m&d.
The girl next to me just found out we have Friday off. Let me tell you that I have known since my first day here that we got this Friday off and have been anxiously awaiting it since we got Memorial Day Monday off. These days don't happen too often, folks. It's a nice little treat. So to fully celebrate the 3 day holiday, I will be heading to Neenah for some QT in the hammock and with the Malmquist fam. I'm also looking forward to seeing Alfie and all the tricks that Chuck has taught him in the past year since I've seen him. and sweating off a few lbs. in the non-ac areas of the house.
6.26.2009
put my hand up on (my) hip and i dip you dip we dip
At some point in 2009, I decided to start posing for pics with my hand on my hip. Always my left hand.
I noticed this several times while preusing wedding albums and tagged photos these past few days. and I find myself regretting it 99% of the time.
After a little analysis, I now can pinpoint the exact moment that this pose started happening.
January 18, 2009. Phoenix, AZ. It was roughly 11:00 AM PST. (you might notice I always use time zones starting now because I have to for my job so I don't get confused when I talk to the coasties.)
Ok. So where was I. Roughly 11:00 AM PST. 93 degrees. Somewhere near the U of A campus. For the first time in my marathon running career I decided to wait in line for a pic with my medal. I've always been hesitant mainly because I look like a dog after running 26.2 miles and don't want to remember the 1/2 inch of salt from the dried sweat that is on my face. (did that just gross you out? I just shuttered thinking about it. I imagine it's slightly worse than having a beard that covers your entire face.)
So there I am, standing in line, workin the kinks out of my calves and making small talk with the momish runners standing around me. My turn comes up. I set down my aluminum cape and water bottle and stand, probably slouchy bad postureish in front of the Rock n Roll AZ sign. The photographer says 'Gimme some sass, girl! You just finished a marathon!'
Apparently sass is interpreted as one hand on hip. Which is what I did.
The pose has since become a staple whenever I'm standing on the far left end of any pic (which is for every picture that lindsay doesn't get to it first). I naturally do it because if you can't put your arm around someone (to do the death grip that I do oh so well) that arm has gotta do something.
If you ever see me NOT doing this pose, please know that there was probably a lengthy internal debate of 'should I shouldn't I?' and I ran outta time before I could give 'em the sass.
I would post pictures for visual examples but............no thanks.
I noticed this several times while preusing wedding albums and tagged photos these past few days. and I find myself regretting it 99% of the time.
After a little analysis, I now can pinpoint the exact moment that this pose started happening.
January 18, 2009. Phoenix, AZ. It was roughly 11:00 AM PST. (you might notice I always use time zones starting now because I have to for my job so I don't get confused when I talk to the coasties.)
Ok. So where was I. Roughly 11:00 AM PST. 93 degrees. Somewhere near the U of A campus. For the first time in my marathon running career I decided to wait in line for a pic with my medal. I've always been hesitant mainly because I look like a dog after running 26.2 miles and don't want to remember the 1/2 inch of salt from the dried sweat that is on my face. (did that just gross you out? I just shuttered thinking about it. I imagine it's slightly worse than having a beard that covers your entire face.)
So there I am, standing in line, workin the kinks out of my calves and making small talk with the momish runners standing around me. My turn comes up. I set down my aluminum cape and water bottle and stand, probably slouchy bad postureish in front of the Rock n Roll AZ sign. The photographer says 'Gimme some sass, girl! You just finished a marathon!'
Apparently sass is interpreted as one hand on hip. Which is what I did.
The pose has since become a staple whenever I'm standing on the far left end of any pic (which is for every picture that lindsay doesn't get to it first). I naturally do it because if you can't put your arm around someone (to do the death grip that I do oh so well) that arm has gotta do something.
If you ever see me NOT doing this pose, please know that there was probably a lengthy internal debate of 'should I shouldn't I?' and I ran outta time before I could give 'em the sass.
I would post pictures for visual examples but............no thanks.
HUH???
The texts and calls I got at approx. 7:03 PM CST warm my heart.
YES I am indeed happy we got my cute little Rubio. Mainly because he's a spainard spitfire who does a mean no look pass (at least in that one vid they played about 17 times). Plus he is a product of the 1990's which is just so weird to think about. Plus he's dang good. d.a.n.g. good.
HOWEVER. I am still scratching my head as to how the rest of the night panned out.
I guess I'm not sure Kahn realizes that there are indeed positions in basketball. And sometimes it might be helpful to have players who fulfill the tested, tried and true formula of having not only point guards on the team, but also shooting guards, small forwards, power forwards, and centers.
PLEASE. I just want someone who's gonna shoot. Ellington may fit the bill..but maybe it'd be nice to have another because although I didn't follow the NBA as intently as usual this year, last I checked wins were still based on points. and points are given based on baskets........right?
I know a lot of people are worked up about this. Including me..to a point (guard). And maybe I'm being too optimistic when I say, the Wolves just might have a shot at breaking 30 wins this year..if a trade happens. I'm slightly torn. Because Flynn is good. Rubio is good. but will they be good together? and will Rubio even play this year? He supposedly 'will play for free' if he has to....I always love that one. No breath holding here, folks.
Meanwhile, the Wolves seem to continue the forward thinking approach that we have been stuck in since 1989. Tell me this. When will the Wolves take a chance so we can be good NOW. in the present. rather than 2 years down the road. and then another 2 years down the road. and a couple 13, 14 years down the road. Kahn clearly thinks it's necessary to make up for lost draft picks (thanks Joe Smith) and just bank 'em so we can dominate the draft in 2009, 2010, and perhaps beyond.
Who cares that we will always suck? At least we'll have all the point guards.
Here's to hoping Kahn knows what he's doing before he becomes another McFail.
On second thought, here's to knowing Kahn doesn't know what he's doing, but gets lucky anyway.
YES I am indeed happy we got my cute little Rubio. Mainly because he's a spainard spitfire who does a mean no look pass (at least in that one vid they played about 17 times). Plus he is a product of the 1990's which is just so weird to think about. Plus he's dang good. d.a.n.g. good.
HOWEVER. I am still scratching my head as to how the rest of the night panned out.
I guess I'm not sure Kahn realizes that there are indeed positions in basketball. And sometimes it might be helpful to have players who fulfill the tested, tried and true formula of having not only point guards on the team, but also shooting guards, small forwards, power forwards, and centers.
PLEASE. I just want someone who's gonna shoot. Ellington may fit the bill..but maybe it'd be nice to have another because although I didn't follow the NBA as intently as usual this year, last I checked wins were still based on points. and points are given based on baskets........right?
I know a lot of people are worked up about this. Including me..to a point (guard). And maybe I'm being too optimistic when I say, the Wolves just might have a shot at breaking 30 wins this year..if a trade happens. I'm slightly torn. Because Flynn is good. Rubio is good. but will they be good together? and will Rubio even play this year? He supposedly 'will play for free' if he has to....I always love that one. No breath holding here, folks.
Meanwhile, the Wolves seem to continue the forward thinking approach that we have been stuck in since 1989. Tell me this. When will the Wolves take a chance so we can be good NOW. in the present. rather than 2 years down the road. and then another 2 years down the road. and a couple 13, 14 years down the road. Kahn clearly thinks it's necessary to make up for lost draft picks (thanks Joe Smith) and just bank 'em so we can dominate the draft in 2009, 2010, and perhaps beyond.
Who cares that we will always suck? At least we'll have all the point guards.
Here's to hoping Kahn knows what he's doing before he becomes another McFail.
On second thought, here's to knowing Kahn doesn't know what he's doing, but gets lucky anyway.
6.25.2009
Now walk it out now walk it out now walk it out
Welcome back Spanski. Way to walk it out. Brew crew got Denarded.
Rube Chat
Happy 25th, NBA Draft Day.
Historically, this has been a bad decision day for the Timberwolves minus 1995. But I have a good feeling about tonight. A funny feeling somewhere deep in the right side of my obliques that tells me we either (a) will get a decent player to compliment jefferson or (b) that Jillian kicked my butt (or should I say abs) shredding last night. I feel like she ripped them out and braided them like those tiny friendship bracelets we used to make at Camp Shamineau and then put them back in. Who knew 3 minutes of abs could make a girl ache so much? I suppose it could also mean a storm is a brewin. And when I say storm a brewin I actually just mean the Twins finish off the Brew Crew. Or maybe I just need to work on my abs.
So there are my predictions. Good drafting for the Wolves and a nice business man special win for the Twinski's. and probably a post-work/pre-kelindstapalooza shower for me.
Unfortunately for me, you, and the Twins, I will be in a 3 hour meeting this afternoon and will miss a lot of the game. Total buzz kill. 
Do you think Ricky Rubio is 'eye candy?' I think he looks more like a certain Arabian prince flying on a magic carpet ride than someone I'd like to hang a poster up in my locker of..but whatever. To each her own. or his. or their.
Ok, now that I googled more pics I say Aladdin meets Jonas Brother. Which, I suppose is a respectable combo.
STOP. Don't tell me about Real World. I haven't watched it yet.
Yesterday was a monumental moment for me. I ended my 14 pair streak of Asics and succombed to the Runner's World/Life Time Fitness advertisements that invade my head and bought me a pair of Brooks.
They are lighter, cuter, cheaper, and more bendable. All important factors when it comes to Christa's running shoes. Starting now. I tested them out by shredding with Jillian last night and they make my jumping jacks way higher and my static lunges more perfect. I'll let you know how they do on the Cedar Lake Trail as soon as I find a spare hour. Which, when you have a demanding schedule of Twins games, laundry, shopping, and naps, it's hard to find time for trivial things like running outside when it's beyond beautiful out.
Have I told you lately how much I love being right? The only thing better than being right is getting to prove you're right. I just got to do that. I'm still waiting for the person who was wrong to apologize for ever doubting me. We'll see if it happens as I get the feeling the ego is definitely bruised. Badly bruised.
So for now, I'm basking in the fact that I was correct and so I'm going to go treat myself to a baby cup of coffee since yes, I woke up late again. Today I blame it on the 4:30am thunderstorm and the fact that I turned off the air at some point last night and forgot to turn it back on. Waking up in a cold sweat to thunder and lightning is hardly a good way to start a day. Which is why I turned on the ac and went back to sleep til 7:30. Eh, it happens. and I'm a better, happier and more rested woman for it.
They are lighter, cuter, cheaper, and more bendable. All important factors when it comes to Christa's running shoes. Starting now. I tested them out by shredding with Jillian last night and they make my jumping jacks way higher and my static lunges more perfect. I'll let you know how they do on the Cedar Lake Trail as soon as I find a spare hour. Which, when you have a demanding schedule of Twins games, laundry, shopping, and naps, it's hard to find time for trivial things like running outside when it's beyond beautiful out.
Have I told you lately how much I love being right? The only thing better than being right is getting to prove you're right. I just got to do that. I'm still waiting for the person who was wrong to apologize for ever doubting me. We'll see if it happens as I get the feeling the ego is definitely bruised. Badly bruised.
So for now, I'm basking in the fact that I was correct and so I'm going to go treat myself to a baby cup of coffee since yes, I woke up late again. Today I blame it on the 4:30am thunderstorm and the fact that I turned off the air at some point last night and forgot to turn it back on. Waking up in a cold sweat to thunder and lightning is hardly a good way to start a day. Which is why I turned on the ac and went back to sleep til 7:30. Eh, it happens. and I'm a better, happier and more rested woman for it.
6.24.2009
I've been robbed.
Robbed of my sanity, mostly. But also the cute little thing that sat on my desk and held all my pennies and nickels for the vending machine.
It's been stolen.
Now I don't mean to accuse anyone, but I know for a fact the latinas empty my trash on Tuesdays and Fridays. And as of Tuesday at 4:30, the said container was in place. Here I am Wednesday and I am a pennyless, containerless poor soul.
In other news, the Timberwolves are finally doing something good. Something I'm excited about. Although if they don't bundle the 6 and 18 picks to trade up for Rubio, you might see the excitement fade fairly fast. Do that, and I will be Kahn-vinced that our little gm made the right decision cutting Mr. McHale loose. No more Will Averys. No more Paul Grants. No more trading Roys for Foyes. That's what I like to hear.
Also, I'm predicting a huge plummet in my bank account this week due to missing 2 days of work with no PTO, giving in to buying new running shoes and getting a haircut, and paying good ol' dad back for my ____ belt or something. That's car talk for something that cost $800. Who even knows. The Cam is pushing 10 years old so I thought it was time to treat her to something nice. Now that I'm broke to quite broke, I hope she treats me well for awhile.
I've been fighting the urge all day to call Vandewalle's Candy Factory and pranking Sonia, her mom and aunt (pronounced AWNT). I was too embarrassed to talk Upper to them from my cube though.
TONIGHT is a night of epic match-ups. Blackburn vs. Looper. Napping vs. Running. Real World vs. Bible study. Friday Night Lights vs. Cleaning my room for the house warming party.
Who will come out on top?
My money is on me going shoe shopping and forgetting about everything else.
It's been stolen.
Now I don't mean to accuse anyone, but I know for a fact the latinas empty my trash on Tuesdays and Fridays. And as of Tuesday at 4:30, the said container was in place. Here I am Wednesday and I am a pennyless, containerless poor soul.
In other news, the Timberwolves are finally doing something good. Something I'm excited about. Although if they don't bundle the 6 and 18 picks to trade up for Rubio, you might see the excitement fade fairly fast. Do that, and I will be Kahn-vinced that our little gm made the right decision cutting Mr. McHale loose. No more Will Averys. No more Paul Grants. No more trading Roys for Foyes. That's what I like to hear.
Also, I'm predicting a huge plummet in my bank account this week due to missing 2 days of work with no PTO, giving in to buying new running shoes and getting a haircut, and paying good ol' dad back for my ____ belt or something. That's car talk for something that cost $800. Who even knows. The Cam is pushing 10 years old so I thought it was time to treat her to something nice. Now that I'm broke to quite broke, I hope she treats me well for awhile.
I've been fighting the urge all day to call Vandewalle's Candy Factory and pranking Sonia, her mom and aunt (pronounced AWNT). I was too embarrassed to talk Upper to them from my cube though.
TONIGHT is a night of epic match-ups. Blackburn vs. Looper. Napping vs. Running. Real World vs. Bible study. Friday Night Lights vs. Cleaning my room for the house warming party.
Who will come out on top?
My money is on me going shoe shopping and forgetting about everything else.
This is the true story of seven strangers
Real World Season 22 starts tonight. And boy, let me tell you. I AM READY. I know, I know. It's Real World and I am bound to lose interest by the time the 3rd or 4th episode rolls out, but just let me be excited for today please. And probably next Wednesday too.
That and 16 and Pregnant. Thank you summer tv for enriching my life. Although I deeply regret never getting into the Real Housewives of New Jersey..I hear I probably would have enjoyed it.
Real World is the least real thing I can imagine to my real life. If cameras followed me, I would never stop being polite and start being real. I don't care how used to the cameras I get. I would always make sure I was facing ever so slightly to the right so my good side would be captured and I would never talk on the phone because I'm a bad phone conversationalist and that would be embarrassing to have that aired. Ask anyone who's talked to me for more than 5 minutes.
Also, they don't get to watch tv there. HOW MUCH WOULD I HATE THAT. My parents used to give us money to go 30 days without tv and let me tell you, I was always worse off because by the time the 30 days were up and I was $30 richer, I then spent double the amount of time catching up on reruns trying to fill the month long void. Plus, to fill my busy 10 year old summer schedule without tv as an option merely placed me in front of the computer or at Wally's market all the more often.
As long as I'm on a tv kick..I am VERY pleased to announce that John Stamos is SUPPOSEDLY working on a Full House movie. Let's talk about this being a DREAM.COME.TRUE.
Meanwhile, in my world, Friday Night Lights still rules all. Or at least the 46 minutes before I fall asleep every night. Along with the Twins, pretending to train for my marathon, and holding my breath when I open our trashcan, maybe I'm too busy to watch the Real World afterall.
That and 16 and Pregnant. Thank you summer tv for enriching my life. Although I deeply regret never getting into the Real Housewives of New Jersey..I hear I probably would have enjoyed it.
Real World is the least real thing I can imagine to my real life. If cameras followed me, I would never stop being polite and start being real. I don't care how used to the cameras I get. I would always make sure I was facing ever so slightly to the right so my good side would be captured and I would never talk on the phone because I'm a bad phone conversationalist and that would be embarrassing to have that aired. Ask anyone who's talked to me for more than 5 minutes.
Also, they don't get to watch tv there. HOW MUCH WOULD I HATE THAT. My parents used to give us money to go 30 days without tv and let me tell you, I was always worse off because by the time the 30 days were up and I was $30 richer, I then spent double the amount of time catching up on reruns trying to fill the month long void. Plus, to fill my busy 10 year old summer schedule without tv as an option merely placed me in front of the computer or at Wally's market all the more often.
As long as I'm on a tv kick..I am VERY pleased to announce that John Stamos is SUPPOSEDLY working on a Full House movie. Let's talk about this being a DREAM.COME.TRUE.
Meanwhile, in my world, Friday Night Lights still rules all. Or at least the 46 minutes before I fall asleep every night. Along with the Twins, pretending to train for my marathon, and holding my breath when I open our trashcan, maybe I'm too busy to watch the Real World afterall.
6.23.2009
REALLY GOOD THINGS YOU SHOULD PROBABLY KNOW ABOUT
No, no, it was my pleasure.
If you go to Jamba Juice, you MUST try ordering these secret orders. Secret because the're not on the menu. but trust me, they're everywhere online. and worth it.
I own this t-shirt x7. 4 deep v's and 3 crews. and I'm not ashamed to say I will prob. go get another in the near futche. Nothing like a good triblend.
Have you tried spinning yet? I suggest you do asap. You will be extremely intimidated on your 1st time, but guess what? from time 2 and beyond you will LOVE it. and you will have rock hard quads.
Three meals that will always make me happy. Feel free to treat me to one of these: Fire roasted veggie sandwich at Cosi, the Toscano pizza at Punch Pizza, Franny's chicken salad at Maynard's, and finally, Banana Cream Pie. anywhere.
Good deals courtesy of Sonia.
and good deals courtesy of Steven. (Testimonial from Steven: maybe once a month is the woot off they keep selling stuff till it sells out and they list something new. the site i just sent you beeps when a new item comes on so i've been looking all day, and i even made a purchase(light up frisbee with 2 light up wristbands) x 3for $14 after shipping.)
Oh and good news, you can now take me here 7 days a week.
If you go to Jamba Juice, you MUST try ordering these secret orders. Secret because the're not on the menu. but trust me, they're everywhere online. and worth it.
I own this t-shirt x7. 4 deep v's and 3 crews. and I'm not ashamed to say I will prob. go get another in the near futche. Nothing like a good triblend.
Have you tried spinning yet? I suggest you do asap. You will be extremely intimidated on your 1st time, but guess what? from time 2 and beyond you will LOVE it. and you will have rock hard quads.
Three meals that will always make me happy. Feel free to treat me to one of these: Fire roasted veggie sandwich at Cosi, the Toscano pizza at Punch Pizza, Franny's chicken salad at Maynard's, and finally, Banana Cream Pie. anywhere.
Good deals courtesy of Sonia.
and good deals courtesy of Steven. (Testimonial from Steven: maybe once a month is the woot off they keep selling stuff till it sells out and they list something new. the site i just sent you beeps when a new item comes on so i've been looking all day, and i even made a purchase(light up frisbee with 2 light up wristbands) x 3for $14 after shipping.)
Oh and good news, you can now take me here 7 days a week.
Alive and well, thank you.
Wow. Where am I? What country am I am? Is this real life?
I'm sure..to quite sure..that you've missed me. And although I'm confident that you made it through 1-2 days without me just fine, I'm so sorry to have put you through 4.
That being said: I'm not really sorry. Just obligitory sorry.
Let me tell you about the country of Ohio. Not the actual country, but more so rural area of. It's nice. I prefer Ohio country to Minnesota country. It seems a little more quaint, small townish rather than hick, what's going on-ish. I really liked small town America minus the t-mobile reception, however, I think I will forever be needing to live a bit closer to Targets and freeways. I'd miss them too much. And the dollar section would miss me as would the drivers who look forward to my 'are you for real' face and gestures I give about 12 times a day.
So it was nice. Also, I decided that Chicago just might be my kind of town.
Minus a slight overheating scare, 2 hours in 90-some degree heat with no ac, and construction for about 60 miles..we made it home in great time. Not really, but at least it was before midnight. I was a little freaked out that since I got about 1/8 of the amount of sleep I normally get, I might sleep right through my alarm this morning so I plugged my phone in across the room so I would have to get up when it went off rather than snooze it and lose it.
So imagine my embarrassment when the fire alarm went off at 3ish and I got up to start getting ready.
I went back to bed and woke up about 7 more times because I was so scared of oversleeping. But here I am. On time. Slaving away.
Oh I forgot to mention the part where I FREAKED OUT at 7:58 when I got to my desk and my laptop was missing. There were some papers on my desk about job elimination projects..so naturally, I packed my stuff up and got ready for a 98 degree beach day..
I went over to the one other girl who was here to wish her goodbye but that's when we discovered someone put my laptop in a drawer so it wouldn't get stolen. Safety first, I guess. Close call though.
So here I am. Back to work. Still in shock that I haven't been here for 4 days because it seems like I never left.
Also still in shock about J+K+8. Or should I say J+4 and K+4. SAD. I'm no expert, but I'd say that they may be jumping the gun a bit. I think a little (or maybe permanent) hiatus from the cameras and show might do the fam some good and allow a little more time to work on their marriage. I think even though America LOVED (past tense) the show, the majority would agree that it's time for the show to end and their lives to go on.
I think I speak for the entire fanbase when I say I'd be content with a yearly visit to Oprah or 20/20 to get my Gosselin updates. Worked for those Iowan septuplets and the conjoined girls from MN. Once they get to the awkward not cute stage, no one will care anymore. (Which unfortunately for them, is fast approaching considering they just celebrated birthday #5). Everyone knows that 9 year olds through 16 year olds make for awkward, hard to watch tv. Actually not just tv, but life in general. No offense to my preteen fans out there. You'll grow out of it. Give me a 20/20 special on the Gosselins getting the driver's license. That's all I want.
Also. Give me a nap. 4 more days off. tickets to Bon Jovi in Milwaukee this Thursday. a Twins sweep. and another cup of coffee.
Awesome. Dear Christa. Welcome to your awesome life. Living inside a 50 degree carpeted walled cube when you should be outside being bronzed, sweaty, and beautiful. I'm going to go read about skin cancer to make me feel better (and safer) about being inside on a day like today.
I'm sure..to quite sure..that you've missed me. And although I'm confident that you made it through 1-2 days without me just fine, I'm so sorry to have put you through 4.
That being said: I'm not really sorry. Just obligitory sorry.
Let me tell you about the country of Ohio. Not the actual country, but more so rural area of. It's nice. I prefer Ohio country to Minnesota country. It seems a little more quaint, small townish rather than hick, what's going on-ish. I really liked small town America minus the t-mobile reception, however, I think I will forever be needing to live a bit closer to Targets and freeways. I'd miss them too much. And the dollar section would miss me as would the drivers who look forward to my 'are you for real' face and gestures I give about 12 times a day.
So it was nice. Also, I decided that Chicago just might be my kind of town.
Minus a slight overheating scare, 2 hours in 90-some degree heat with no ac, and construction for about 60 miles..we made it home in great time. Not really, but at least it was before midnight. I was a little freaked out that since I got about 1/8 of the amount of sleep I normally get, I might sleep right through my alarm this morning so I plugged my phone in across the room so I would have to get up when it went off rather than snooze it and lose it.
So imagine my embarrassment when the fire alarm went off at 3ish and I got up to start getting ready.
I went back to bed and woke up about 7 more times because I was so scared of oversleeping. But here I am. On time. Slaving away.
Oh I forgot to mention the part where I FREAKED OUT at 7:58 when I got to my desk and my laptop was missing. There were some papers on my desk about job elimination projects..so naturally, I packed my stuff up and got ready for a 98 degree beach day..
I went over to the one other girl who was here to wish her goodbye but that's when we discovered someone put my laptop in a drawer so it wouldn't get stolen. Safety first, I guess. Close call though.
So here I am. Back to work. Still in shock that I haven't been here for 4 days because it seems like I never left.
Also still in shock about J+K+8. Or should I say J+4 and K+4. SAD. I'm no expert, but I'd say that they may be jumping the gun a bit. I think a little (or maybe permanent) hiatus from the cameras and show might do the fam some good and allow a little more time to work on their marriage. I think even though America LOVED (past tense) the show, the majority would agree that it's time for the show to end and their lives to go on.
I think I speak for the entire fanbase when I say I'd be content with a yearly visit to Oprah or 20/20 to get my Gosselin updates. Worked for those Iowan septuplets and the conjoined girls from MN. Once they get to the awkward not cute stage, no one will care anymore. (Which unfortunately for them, is fast approaching considering they just celebrated birthday #5). Everyone knows that 9 year olds through 16 year olds make for awkward, hard to watch tv. Actually not just tv, but life in general. No offense to my preteen fans out there. You'll grow out of it. Give me a 20/20 special on the Gosselins getting the driver's license. That's all I want.
Also. Give me a nap. 4 more days off. tickets to Bon Jovi in Milwaukee this Thursday. a Twins sweep. and another cup of coffee.
Awesome. Dear Christa. Welcome to your awesome life. Living inside a 50 degree carpeted walled cube when you should be outside being bronzed, sweaty, and beautiful. I'm going to go read about skin cancer to make me feel better (and safer) about being inside on a day like today.
6.18.2009
7:08 is the new 6:00
I have good news for people who like bad news. And good news for those of you hoping I would find a new hobby (I mean aside from blogging and FNL).
I'm LEAVING. Off on a Buick boatride through the Midwest. Which means one thing for you: Four days of freedom from Sister Christer.
Lucky you.
AND LUCKIER ME. Because it means not only do I get four days off, I also get to spend 24 of those 96 hours in a car with my BFF's from HS.
Thank you Cali, for getting married and allowing this happiness to be bestowed on us all. Minus the 24 hours in a car sort of thing.
Now I need to tell you that although I fell asleep at an abnormally earlier time than usual, I still managed to sleep in by 68 minutes. Thank God for the Doritos truck that pulled in below my bedroom window and had to backup because Lord knows I'd still be snoozin otherwise. I always knew I had Doritos to thank for such great things as the freshmen 15 and learning how to throw a decent sleepover party in junior high, but now I have yet one more reason.
So aside from wearing half my pajamas to work, not showering or brushing my teeth, not having breakfast or packing a lunch, and spilling coffee all over the counter and not wiping it up, today's been going fairly smoothly.
Oh yeah, and apparently waking up in a frenzy does not do an already borderline dangerous case of road rage any favors.
It's a little funny to think about what your priorities are when you wake up late. Like, ok, you have 20 things you normally do every single morning but today you can only do 4 of them. Ready go.
I guess coffee is now a part of my top choices which I never thought I'd see this day come. Although I will tell you I have regrets about this decision because although I took the time to make it, I did not wait for it to be done (thus the spilling all over the counter part) and I did not take the time to put the lid on all the way (thus why my thighs smell like French Vanilla.) I'm thinking that as long as no one was looking to nuzzle up to my legs at work today, I should be able to pass it off as bodywash. Except for if they catch on to the fact my hair looks like I've been camping for about 3.5 weeks and I could probably go for a double application of deodorant right about now. Aside from all that..I think I look/smell/feel pretty good.
Which is obviously a flat out lie since I look/smell/feel pretty disgusting.
Probably a lot like I'll be feeling after a certain sweet forever car ride that begins tomorrow at 4am.
I'm LEAVING. Off on a Buick boatride through the Midwest. Which means one thing for you: Four days of freedom from Sister Christer.
Lucky you.
AND LUCKIER ME. Because it means not only do I get four days off, I also get to spend 24 of those 96 hours in a car with my BFF's from HS.
Thank you Cali, for getting married and allowing this happiness to be bestowed on us all. Minus the 24 hours in a car sort of thing.
Now I need to tell you that although I fell asleep at an abnormally earlier time than usual, I still managed to sleep in by 68 minutes. Thank God for the Doritos truck that pulled in below my bedroom window and had to backup because Lord knows I'd still be snoozin otherwise. I always knew I had Doritos to thank for such great things as the freshmen 15 and learning how to throw a decent sleepover party in junior high, but now I have yet one more reason.
So aside from wearing half my pajamas to work, not showering or brushing my teeth, not having breakfast or packing a lunch, and spilling coffee all over the counter and not wiping it up, today's been going fairly smoothly.
Oh yeah, and apparently waking up in a frenzy does not do an already borderline dangerous case of road rage any favors.
It's a little funny to think about what your priorities are when you wake up late. Like, ok, you have 20 things you normally do every single morning but today you can only do 4 of them. Ready go.
I guess coffee is now a part of my top choices which I never thought I'd see this day come. Although I will tell you I have regrets about this decision because although I took the time to make it, I did not wait for it to be done (thus the spilling all over the counter part) and I did not take the time to put the lid on all the way (thus why my thighs smell like French Vanilla.) I'm thinking that as long as no one was looking to nuzzle up to my legs at work today, I should be able to pass it off as bodywash. Except for if they catch on to the fact my hair looks like I've been camping for about 3.5 weeks and I could probably go for a double application of deodorant right about now. Aside from all that..I think I look/smell/feel pretty good.
Which is obviously a flat out lie since I look/smell/feel pretty disgusting.
Probably a lot like I'll be feeling after a certain sweet forever car ride that begins tomorrow at 4am.
6.17.2009
Come on feel the noise..
Let me tell you, what a difference a cube makes.
For the first time ever, I shut my 'cube door' (which really does absolutely nothing). It is so noisy and I was lucky enough to be placed in a high traffic hallway area so trust me, I know everything that's going on. But now that I've been here going on 4 days..I have to say it gets real old real fast.
As do the coughing attacks of the analyst sitting across from me.
I may be a magnet for celebs, but I'm also a magnet for sick people. I think the next 'personal items' I'll be bringing into my cube are zicam and those little vitamin c packets because let's get real: I refuse to be sick in the summertime.
Luckily I have the immune system of...someone who never gets sick.
Anyway, it's weird going from a room where someone told me she 'thought she heard someone sleeping' (don't ask, I don't want to talk about it) to a place where I have to blast Common Man and shut my cube door.
Life throws you curves but you learn to..close your door.
I also noticed I've developed a weird habit of writing down whatever I say outloud on the phone on a pad of post-its. So lately I've been finding post-it's that say 'eastern time zone, correct?' 'perfect, touch base, good day' and my personal fave, 'Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, B as in boy.'
For the first time ever, I shut my 'cube door' (which really does absolutely nothing). It is so noisy and I was lucky enough to be placed in a high traffic hallway area so trust me, I know everything that's going on. But now that I've been here going on 4 days..I have to say it gets real old real fast.
As do the coughing attacks of the analyst sitting across from me.
I may be a magnet for celebs, but I'm also a magnet for sick people. I think the next 'personal items' I'll be bringing into my cube are zicam and those little vitamin c packets because let's get real: I refuse to be sick in the summertime.
Luckily I have the immune system of...someone who never gets sick.
Anyway, it's weird going from a room where someone told me she 'thought she heard someone sleeping' (don't ask, I don't want to talk about it) to a place where I have to blast Common Man and shut my cube door.
Life throws you curves but you learn to..close your door.
I also noticed I've developed a weird habit of writing down whatever I say outloud on the phone on a pad of post-its. So lately I've been finding post-it's that say 'eastern time zone, correct?' 'perfect, touch base, good day' and my personal fave, 'Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, B as in boy.'
Thug Story
I kind of like T-Pain. and kind of like Taylor Swift. and indifferent on this. But I might have cracked a smile when I first saw it.
Clear eyes, Full hearts, Can't lose
I love Friday Night Lights.
Ok. There I said it.
I watched half of the first season in the dark little recording room with surround sound at the WBCS radio station while getting paid a cool $7.00/hr every Sunday night, but when the semester ended, I forgot to finish the show.
With my rekindled Netflix relationship, I decided I'd better pick this show back up while me and the "watch online" option are hot and heavy. because let's be honest, IT'S SO GOOD.
So I watched the first episode and IT'S SO GOOD. I loved that coach guy in Early Edition when I was in 5th grade and I love him now.
IT'S SO GOOD.
Ok. There I said it.
I watched half of the first season in the dark little recording room with surround sound at the WBCS radio station while getting paid a cool $7.00/hr every Sunday night, but when the semester ended, I forgot to finish the show.
With my rekindled Netflix relationship, I decided I'd better pick this show back up while me and the "watch online" option are hot and heavy. because let's be honest, IT'S SO GOOD.
So I watched the first episode and IT'S SO GOOD. I loved that coach guy in Early Edition when I was in 5th grade and I love him now.
IT'S SO GOOD.
You want to know what else is so good? McHale is kaputski. Word on the airwaves is K.Love TWEETED the news on his Twitter page.
I'm happy. McHale has given the good people of Minnesota nothing but an aching feeling in our hearts and pits in our stomachs knowing that the early 2000's could have made the Wolves something to talk about. Speaking optimistically about the days of such great players as KG...and others. LaPhonso Ellis? wait no. Bill Curley? still no. Loren Woods??
Ok, well bottom line, I think things would have been better sans McHale.
McHale and co. have labeled EVERY SINGLE YEAR as a "rebuilding year" for the franchise. Seriously. We've been rebuilding this team longer than I've been able to spell Szczerbiak. (Which is quite awhile folks, because I used to practice writing Szczerbiak on all my notebooks in junior high. usually there were a lot of "i hearts" involved.)
Roughly 10 years of rebuilding.
Which was preceded by building the team.
Which leaves no room for actually being a decent team.
So here's to hoping next Thursday brings us someone to rebuild around. again.
and here's to getting a decent coach..like the one in Friday Night Lights. or Coach Bombay. or Zac Efron's dad in HSM.
Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose.
6.16.2009
Celebrity Sightings
Minnesota is a hot spot for celebs. You probably didn't realize it, but my guess is you just don't know where to look.
Allow me to fill you in on the hotspots because I seem to be a celebrity magnet these days.
St. Louis Park LTF. Last Thursday at 10pm it was me and the Vikings cheerleaders holding down the fort by the weight machines. Let me tell you that I worked my butt off that night (literally) while they looked at themselves in the mirrors. I noticed they spent a lot more time at the 'skinny' mirrors against the far wall than the realistic, normal ones by the free weights. There were 14 of them there and the dress code for the night consisted of (a)bebe sport and (b) hair down. Or as i like to call it, 'not appropriate for an actual workout.'
Other SLP LTF sightings: The Senator that almost was: Norm Coleman, playing tennis and running 2 treadmills away from me. Mike Binkley, 5pm news anchor for channel 4, formerly of channel 5.
Nicollet Mall. Right across from WCCO, you are bound to catch a glimpse of Frank, Amelia, and if you're lucky, Mark Rosen. Which I was once. Sitting on the sidewalk outside of Brit's Pub last summer, I spotted Paul Douglas and Mark Rosen strolling around Nicollet Mall. Hand in hand.
My Cube. Whenever I want to see a former wide receiver for the Vikings from the 60's-70's, I lean my chair back and give Gene a little wave.
Mall of America by the Cinnabon. Two years ago, I saw Motley Crue going up the escalator as I was going down. Tommy Lee included. Justina was with me and said 'that looks like an interesting crowd, doesn't it.' God love her.
Champlin Super Target. I saw Ron Schara from Minnesota Bound by the shoes. I barely recognized him without Raven, but when I heard him talking on his phone, I was sure of it. I have fallen asleep plenty of Sundays to that show.
Lake Calhoun on Sunday afternoons. Sven Sungaarrd of Kare11. Youll know it's him when you see him because you will think to yourself 'What a good looking little boy that is running towards me.' Standing tall at a full 5' 2", you will have to resist the urge to push him on the swings and he usually doesn't respond to weather related jokes. Just a heads up.
Allow me to fill you in on the hotspots because I seem to be a celebrity magnet these days.
St. Louis Park LTF. Last Thursday at 10pm it was me and the Vikings cheerleaders holding down the fort by the weight machines. Let me tell you that I worked my butt off that night (literally) while they looked at themselves in the mirrors. I noticed they spent a lot more time at the 'skinny' mirrors against the far wall than the realistic, normal ones by the free weights. There were 14 of them there and the dress code for the night consisted of (a)bebe sport and (b) hair down. Or as i like to call it, 'not appropriate for an actual workout.'
Other SLP LTF sightings: The Senator that almost was: Norm Coleman, playing tennis and running 2 treadmills away from me. Mike Binkley, 5pm news anchor for channel 4, formerly of channel 5.
Nicollet Mall. Right across from WCCO, you are bound to catch a glimpse of Frank, Amelia, and if you're lucky, Mark Rosen. Which I was once. Sitting on the sidewalk outside of Brit's Pub last summer, I spotted Paul Douglas and Mark Rosen strolling around Nicollet Mall. Hand in hand.
My Cube. Whenever I want to see a former wide receiver for the Vikings from the 60's-70's, I lean my chair back and give Gene a little wave.
Mall of America by the Cinnabon. Two years ago, I saw Motley Crue going up the escalator as I was going down. Tommy Lee included. Justina was with me and said 'that looks like an interesting crowd, doesn't it.' God love her.
Champlin Super Target. I saw Ron Schara from Minnesota Bound by the shoes. I barely recognized him without Raven, but when I heard him talking on his phone, I was sure of it. I have fallen asleep plenty of Sundays to that show.
Lake Calhoun on Sunday afternoons. Sven Sungaarrd of Kare11. Youll know it's him when you see him because you will think to yourself 'What a good looking little boy that is running towards me.' Standing tall at a full 5' 2", you will have to resist the urge to push him on the swings and he usually doesn't respond to weather related jokes. Just a heads up.
1:30 Update
Now that I updated my Netflix Q with 3 seasons of Friday Night Lights, checked out hairstyles to survive humidity, and found out who got engaged over the weekend via the 'book, I figured it was time to remind you all about something important.
Something I'm DYING to go to.
I just confirmed once again that Power Balladz is a must see. So I suggest you and I mosey on over to the LAB theatre and check this thing out. $30 is a small price to pay for pure 80's happiness.
Seriously. If you want to go. Next week. I'm so there.
In other 80's news, here's a Hairball reminder for this Thursday. Famous Dave's. Uptown. See you there.
Now for today's overheard news of the day:
And now for the weather report. Thankfully, a cold front moved in along with our xcel energy bill, allowing us and reminding us to turn down the full blast AC. Cloudy skies call for a crabby attitude and a chance of Southdale followed by a trip to Life Time. Hopefully today I can reverse out of my parking spot safely without having a 250 lb. latino with an attitude direct me on which way to turn my wheel.
And finally, we'll end with sports. I got groceries last night and saw the girl that I always see at the gym. She is perfectly in shape and I always have wanted to try to steal her workouts. If I ever figure out her routine, I will post it on here so we can all be perfectly in shape together.
Or I'll do it myself and you can all envy me.
Something I'm DYING to go to.
I just confirmed once again that Power Balladz is a must see. So I suggest you and I mosey on over to the LAB theatre and check this thing out. $30 is a small price to pay for pure 80's happiness.
Seriously. If you want to go. Next week. I'm so there.
In other 80's news, here's a Hairball reminder for this Thursday. Famous Dave's. Uptown. See you there.
Now for today's overheard news of the day:
- If they're that retarded, I can't help them.
- My daughter went on a hunger strike when we ran out of ketchup. I don't think she's eaten since Saturday.
- Yes! It's confirmation that short stubby moms CAN wear short stubby pants! I got them at Penny's in 3 colors.
- Only retarded people freak out about a form change. They are so retarded.
And now for the weather report. Thankfully, a cold front moved in along with our xcel energy bill, allowing us and reminding us to turn down the full blast AC. Cloudy skies call for a crabby attitude and a chance of Southdale followed by a trip to Life Time. Hopefully today I can reverse out of my parking spot safely without having a 250 lb. latino with an attitude direct me on which way to turn my wheel.
And finally, we'll end with sports. I got groceries last night and saw the girl that I always see at the gym. She is perfectly in shape and I always have wanted to try to steal her workouts. If I ever figure out her routine, I will post it on here so we can all be perfectly in shape together.
Or I'll do it myself and you can all envy me.
6.15.2009
NOtflix
Sonia and I tag teamed on 94 yesterday. It was awesome. And by tag teamed, I mean we talked on the phone while I traveled through Baraboo and she was almost to Neenah. She giggled for about 10 minutes about how I pronounced bur-AH-boo. Whatever.
Sonj is back in the Nah, the Lakers are the NBA champs, and I am about to fall asleep at my desk.
Oh and Hell froze over on Friday when I bought $10 worth of stamps from the ATM to mail a graduation card with $10 in it. Thus spending $23 due to missing an Graduation open house that I felt bad about missing. Cool.
Also, I mailed back my Netflix 30 Rock Season 1 Disc 3. It took me nearly 8 months and I never even watched it. I don't know why I have such a mail problem. I can't figure it out. Maybe it's a deeper issue that I need to dig into or maybe it's just laziness or forgetfulness, but I can't tell you how hard it in for me mail things. Lack of stamps and envelopes might have been the problem, but I now have 9 stamps burning a hold in my left cubicle metal file cabinet. So if anyone wants to be summer penpals, I think we could make something work. It would solve a lot of boredom problems, use my stamps, and cure me of my fear of mailing things. Think about it. Don't forget, I have super neat handwriting.
It is the most perfect beyond perfect day out today and I can't even tell you how badly I want to spend it on my little deck thing. But I'll try: SO BAD. Alas, I can't. I need to pay the Comcast bill and there is no PTO in this dreamworld I live in. And by dreamworld, you know I mean 1K44, my new home.
I'm really worried about a button on my shirt today. I think it might fall off any minute now. Which would be bad because it is like THEE button. You know? I'd liken it to the Cavs without LeBron. He IS the team and this button IS holding my shirt together. Maybe that's not a great example, but my point is, this could get real embarrassing, real fast.
Sonj is back in the Nah, the Lakers are the NBA champs, and I am about to fall asleep at my desk.
Oh and Hell froze over on Friday when I bought $10 worth of stamps from the ATM to mail a graduation card with $10 in it. Thus spending $23 due to missing an Graduation open house that I felt bad about missing. Cool.
Also, I mailed back my Netflix 30 Rock Season 1 Disc 3. It took me nearly 8 months and I never even watched it. I don't know why I have such a mail problem. I can't figure it out. Maybe it's a deeper issue that I need to dig into or maybe it's just laziness or forgetfulness, but I can't tell you how hard it in for me mail things. Lack of stamps and envelopes might have been the problem, but I now have 9 stamps burning a hold in my left cubicle metal file cabinet. So if anyone wants to be summer penpals, I think we could make something work. It would solve a lot of boredom problems, use my stamps, and cure me of my fear of mailing things. Think about it. Don't forget, I have super neat handwriting.
It is the most perfect beyond perfect day out today and I can't even tell you how badly I want to spend it on my little deck thing. But I'll try: SO BAD. Alas, I can't. I need to pay the Comcast bill and there is no PTO in this dreamworld I live in. And by dreamworld, you know I mean 1K44, my new home.
I'm really worried about a button on my shirt today. I think it might fall off any minute now. Which would be bad because it is like THEE button. You know? I'd liken it to the Cavs without LeBron. He IS the team and this button IS holding my shirt together. Maybe that's not a great example, but my point is, this could get real embarrassing, real fast.
6.12.2009
FACTS #8
FACT: The conversion happened today and no I'm not talking about Chastity Bono's sex change (although that's happening too). Nearly 2 million people are estimated to be unprepared for the conversion to digital tv, but my guess is these are the same people who live in a Tent City like the one Lisa Ling showed us on Oprah last February. (What? Am I the only one who remembers every Oprah episode?)
FACT: It's George Bush's 85th birthday today. Guess what he did to commemorate it? Skydived. Or skydove? Well, he went skydiving. The part that I laughed the hardest at was the last time he went skydiving was in 2007 to commemorate the reopening of his library at Texas A&M. LOL Bush. LOL.
FACT: 94W is closed this weekend so I think I'll see how far 94E takes me after work today.
FACT: It's George Bush's 85th birthday today. Guess what he did to commemorate it? Skydived. Or skydove? Well, he went skydiving. The part that I laughed the hardest at was the last time he went skydiving was in 2007 to commemorate the reopening of his library at Texas A&M. LOL Bush. LOL.
FACT: 94W is closed this weekend so I think I'll see how far 94E takes me after work today.
Room with a view
Ok, so maybe it's a cube with a kind of stolen view. But still, I'll take it!
I am a very happy girl today because today marks the day that I can look out my little cube opening and through the office of the diversity man and see the parking lot and cloudy sky. You have no idea how great it is to see daylight between 8-4..try going 3 months (minus weekends) without it and then tell me it's not the greatest thing in the world (even on a cloudy day).
Happiness.
The only personal items I keep here are my Twins schedule magnet and my Purel. Oh, and my little box of vending machine money..which is mostly pennies so needless to say, I have not been vending much since April.
I like to keep my life a little mysterious to these people and you never know what the trash crew might swipe so I like to keep tabs on all my belongings.
Not really, I just feel weird bringing in a bunch of picture frames of me in college or me with my roommates when everyone else has dogs and kids. I got nothin.
UPDATE: 100 Grand girl just gave me 6 Rolos. Maybe she does like me!??!
I am a very happy girl today because today marks the day that I can look out my little cube opening and through the office of the diversity man and see the parking lot and cloudy sky. You have no idea how great it is to see daylight between 8-4..try going 3 months (minus weekends) without it and then tell me it's not the greatest thing in the world (even on a cloudy day).
Happiness.
The only personal items I keep here are my Twins schedule magnet and my Purel. Oh, and my little box of vending machine money..which is mostly pennies so needless to say, I have not been vending much since April.
I like to keep my life a little mysterious to these people and you never know what the trash crew might swipe so I like to keep tabs on all my belongings.
Not really, I just feel weird bringing in a bunch of picture frames of me in college or me with my roommates when everyone else has dogs and kids. I got nothin.
UPDATE: 100 Grand girl just gave me 6 Rolos. Maybe she does like me!??!
6.11.2009
Do you realize..
Do you realize it is my dream to take over this radio show?
True.
I used to hate my daily commute, but then I figured out it was because I listened to the Dave Ryan in the morning show..I had no idea what was on the radio before PA so I went to my 15 year old default, KDWB. I didn't know what else was out there, give me a break.
But guess what. I quickly became a BIG fan of the 93X morning show. But only from 7:30-8am when Randy Shaver is on. This is thanks to Megan which is thanks to Ryan. So thanks. I just love how Shaver tries so hard to stay on track, but still have the guys like him and think he's kind of cool. It reminds me of a girl in elementary school who always tried to play with us at recess. I don't want to get into that though because it will make me sound mean. So just take my word on the fact that Randy Shaver=Tiffany.
So there was an interim time when the morning drive with the 94E sun in my eyes seemed to actually go rather quick, but I would absolutely dred the drive home, once again, driving into the sun listening to Lady Gaga for the umpteenth time.
That is until Lo-J came into my life. Now I can Laugh Along every afternoon and the 70-some minute drive from the 'Wood to the 'Park seems much more bearable. No. Better than that. I'd go as far as Enjoyable. I definitely look forward to the clock striking 'time to leave' time so I can have my quality time with Lori and Julia.
Not Donny though, he's annoying.
I've thought about writing them and telling them I will stay put for as long as they are on the air, but the second one of them wants out of that gig, I'M THEIR GAL. I have been practicing drawing out my Minnesotan accent more and more and I think I am about ready for some air time.
Maybe I'll give them a link to this blog so they'll know I'm really good at talking about myself.
PS. It's also true that the 100 Grand girl next to me has spent 6.75 hours packing up her cube and I just did mine in 8 minutes. (Yes, I absolutely timed myself. Everything is a competition.)
Give me one reason to stay here and I'll move across the hall
Oh, hey there. It's good to see you back here. I feel like a disclaimer is in order. I'm a little tired. Which usually equals a little crabby. Which equals having 3 cups of coffee and a donut to cheer me up. (It didn't work. Eating your emotions never does, ladies. Remember that.) So I'm on a bit of a crabby sugar/caffiene high which isn't good for anyone around me. Including you.
But since my streak needs to continue and Molly needs something to read, I thought I'd give you the slightest glimpse into life as I know it here.
First.
I work at a place that reminds me of my HP classes in junior high only if our class size was like a thousand. (HP means high performance for all you averages out there. But don't worry, I was average by high school.) Everyone speed walks with giant backpacks and wears clothes that are slightly too small/short to keep up with the growth spurts they are going through. They stare at the floor in the hallways and always pack their own lunch with weird sandwiches. During lunch, they talk about strategies for Settlers and other games I've never heard of. Chances are pretty good they married someone within the company, not for love, but for convenience in the car pooling dept. Times that by 1000. Now you know why I blog.
Secondly.
Do you watch Jon and Kate? Don't tell me what happens, I haven't watched this week's yet. But if you do watch, are you bugged by Maddie? Yeah, me too. Would you be bugged by Maddie if she was about 20 years older and sat kiddie corner from you? Because I am, she is, and she does. And you'll be happy to know that the grown up Maddie Gosselin is just as annoying as an adult so apparently the pending divorce has no effect on our (least) fave little spitfire. God love her.
Third and finally.
I'm moving desks today. The facilities people gave me a tutorial on how to pack up my stuff. Let me tell you all the stuff thats in my cube: My lunch and keys and empty coffee cups. One stack of papers that I need to sift through. and a Twins magnet. So, hey boys, I'm not gonna need four 12 gallon Tyga Box crates to wheel this stuff across the hall, but I appreciate the 10 minutes out of my day you took to enlighten me on how to appropriatly pack and stack. Could have used that about a month ago when I was moving garbage bags full of misc. items that I have yet to unpack.
I lied. One more thing. Unrelated to work.
I was thinking to myself yesterday, Saint Louis Park needs an "I love this bar" sort of bar. and BAM. Toby Keith granted my wish. The West End shops in SLP will soon open up with the Toby Keith bar- home of mechanical bull riding, deep fried twinkies, and the future home of the plus size version of me. (on second thought, maybe I'll stay away from this place).
6.10.2009
More like Substi-suck.
Most of my afternoon has been thinking about one of two things:
(1) What to do for 4th of July
and
(2) What to request at shout house tonight (besides the 'and it's nice...and it's nice' dance and the ice pick)
(and I won't actually request it because I prefer to save my money and criticize others' requests)
(and I'll see you there. ? Ok, great!)
In other news the suckiest of suck spin substitutes taught my spinning class last night. They seriously pulled her out of working at a Hallmark store or something and suggested she teach because she would be better off suggesting which graduation card to buy (which I could have used the other night after spending 15 minutes picking one out) than teaching this class.
Let me tell you why:
(a) We couldn't hear her
(b) She questioned her teaching..asking us what we would rather do. Which never got a response because no one could hear her. (reprecutions of spring semester 2007, still. the qtip.)
(c) She was off beat..
(d) to her JAZZ music..who spins to jazz music? well, I suppose it's a step up from the Lord of the Rings soundtrack that what's his face put on at EP. But still. bad choice. and
(e) she critiqued us on form..REALLY? it's biking. it is not necessary to point out whose elbows look locked and whose hips aren't back far enough. To an extent yes, teachers should correct. But let's not take breaks and make the older ladies feel bad enough that they walk out. without wiping their bike I might add.
(f) out of the 20 some people who showed up, I was one of EIGHT that lasted the enitre hour.
I only stayed out of guilt and sympathy for how bad she was.
My mom loves my tender heart.
(1) What to do for 4th of July
and
(2) What to request at shout house tonight (besides the 'and it's nice...and it's nice' dance and the ice pick)
(and I won't actually request it because I prefer to save my money and criticize others' requests)
(and I'll see you there. ? Ok, great!)
In other news the suckiest of suck spin substitutes taught my spinning class last night. They seriously pulled her out of working at a Hallmark store or something and suggested she teach because she would be better off suggesting which graduation card to buy (which I could have used the other night after spending 15 minutes picking one out) than teaching this class.
Let me tell you why:
(a) We couldn't hear her
(b) She questioned her teaching..asking us what we would rather do. Which never got a response because no one could hear her. (reprecutions of spring semester 2007, still. the qtip.)
(c) She was off beat..
(d) to her JAZZ music..who spins to jazz music? well, I suppose it's a step up from the Lord of the Rings soundtrack that what's his face put on at EP. But still. bad choice. and
(e) she critiqued us on form..REALLY? it's biking. it is not necessary to point out whose elbows look locked and whose hips aren't back far enough. To an extent yes, teachers should correct. But let's not take breaks and make the older ladies feel bad enough that they walk out. without wiping their bike I might add.
(f) out of the 20 some people who showed up, I was one of EIGHT that lasted the enitre hour.
I only stayed out of guilt and sympathy for how bad she was.
My mom loves my tender heart.
Ok, great!
Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok
Great!
Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok
Got it!
Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok
Absolutely!
That's usually what I say between the hours of 8 and 4:30. So I apologize for my lack of interesting vocabulary, both blogging and in person, it's merely habitual language for me at this point in time. Which makes it easy for you to know if I'm actually listening to you on the phone or if I'm too engrossed in Conan's opening to care about if my ok's and great's are pertinent to our conversation.
Did you notice the vocabulary at all in that? That's me: trying too hard.
But clearly not hard enough.
My vocabulary, math skills, and knowledge of US History has been on a steady decline since 7th grade. I blame notes, TRL, and Miss Sabin.
Which reminds me of a little exercise my 7th grade math teacher made us do to boost our junior high self esteem.
She was super techy and had a digital camera before they were really on the market. 1998ish. She took a blurry pixeled black and white pic of each of us when we walked into 6th hour one day. She printed out the pics and glued them on construction paper. Then we had to pass them, one by one, around the class and each write a positive thing about the person on the page.
GUESS WHAT MINE SAID.
Nice handwriting. Of a class of 20-some students, I would estimate 90%+ told me I had nice handwriting, good handwriting, or cool handwriting.
Let's keep in mind everyone else's said pretty, nice smile, I like your hair..appearance comments in general.
I got handwriting.
Thanks Miss Sabin for teaching our 6th hour math class to judge each other by looks and handwriting skills rather than our ability to do long division.
That was when I started spending more time on my appearance (showering and not wearing pajama pants (except on pajama pants day)) and significantly less time on math worksheets which bumped me from being the fastest multiplier/divider in the 5th grade to pulling C's in the average level classes until Statistics became the big exclamation point on my math career. And when I say exclamation point, I mean more of a question mark because let's be honest, I didn't have a clue what was up. Bill Kinney could have told you that.
Avoiding any and all math became my #1 collegiate goal which made me steer clear of Financial Accounting at all costs, leading me to the wonderful decision of switching to Com.
Dear Com. majors. It's all fun and games now. But knowing Bormann's theories on small group, role playing family communication, and being able to critically analyze tv shows and political speeches only gets you so far.
Thanks Dr. D.
Great!
Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok
Got it!
Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok
Absolutely!
That's usually what I say between the hours of 8 and 4:30. So I apologize for my lack of interesting vocabulary, both blogging and in person, it's merely habitual language for me at this point in time. Which makes it easy for you to know if I'm actually listening to you on the phone or if I'm too engrossed in Conan's opening to care about if my ok's and great's are pertinent to our conversation.
Did you notice the vocabulary at all in that? That's me: trying too hard.
But clearly not hard enough.
My vocabulary, math skills, and knowledge of US History has been on a steady decline since 7th grade. I blame notes, TRL, and Miss Sabin.
Which reminds me of a little exercise my 7th grade math teacher made us do to boost our junior high self esteem.
She was super techy and had a digital camera before they were really on the market. 1998ish. She took a blurry pixeled black and white pic of each of us when we walked into 6th hour one day. She printed out the pics and glued them on construction paper. Then we had to pass them, one by one, around the class and each write a positive thing about the person on the page.
GUESS WHAT MINE SAID.
Nice handwriting. Of a class of 20-some students, I would estimate 90%+ told me I had nice handwriting, good handwriting, or cool handwriting.
Let's keep in mind everyone else's said pretty, nice smile, I like your hair..appearance comments in general.
I got handwriting.
Thanks Miss Sabin for teaching our 6th hour math class to judge each other by looks and handwriting skills rather than our ability to do long division.
That was when I started spending more time on my appearance (showering and not wearing pajama pants (except on pajama pants day)) and significantly less time on math worksheets which bumped me from being the fastest multiplier/divider in the 5th grade to pulling C's in the average level classes until Statistics became the big exclamation point on my math career. And when I say exclamation point, I mean more of a question mark because let's be honest, I didn't have a clue what was up. Bill Kinney could have told you that.
Avoiding any and all math became my #1 collegiate goal which made me steer clear of Financial Accounting at all costs, leading me to the wonderful decision of switching to Com.
Dear Com. majors. It's all fun and games now. But knowing Bormann's theories on small group, role playing family communication, and being able to critically analyze tv shows and political speeches only gets you so far.
Thanks Dr. D.
6.09.2009
sister christer tell 'em
Between Raynaud's phenomenon, bad posture and work related stress, my bod is dying a slow, painful death.
Ok, minus the work related stress. Mainly my back just hurts and I have cold feet.
Not wedding day cold feet, but literally frozen toez-en.
I'm being dramatic, something typically reserved for middle children, but since I need to pretend to be Megan for the rest of the week so Jim and Elaine don't worry, I'll take on the role. Which may be why my back is hurting.
So let me air my drama before I let it get the best of me.
I lied, I don't have any. Aside from the occassional attempt to crack my sore, uncrackabley strong back, eye twitch from this fluorescent light that usually cheers me up, and shaking foot due to the Dew Kelsey gave me as a reward for going to work yesterday..things are pretty dull.
What I wouldn't give for something to actually talk about.
On the brighter side of things, I've been busy enough that I no longer write my name in cursive on pads of post-it notes. If that isn't a sure fire sign that the economy is picking up, I don't know what is.
That and the fact that the Saved by the Bell cast is reuniting.
Which is all I have thought about all day long. and the candy from Danny's graduation party that's sitting on our counter. Another reward I was given for dropping off Lindsay's jeans. Do you see a trend here? Sugar. Sugar gets me to do things. I am an 8 year old trapped in a 40-something year old's body with diabetes and dentures in my near future. But at least I'm a people pleaser on my way down the slippary sugary slope to insulin injections. Is that what diabetic people do? I guess I'm not sure.
But I am sure of this.
I am overdue for a dental exam. But I don't think I have insurance. Dad, do I? I don't think I do and it really hits home whenever I accidentally pass KDWB and hear the "I got a mouth fulla cavities" sugar song by Flo Rida. Dear Delta Dental, do you do any FREE plans? That'd be nice.
Is it wrong of me to write W/B/S or C/M at the end of this? I miss the days of cutely folded notes that were signed w/b/s or c/m! Why can't co-workers do that? I think I'd be better friends with these people if notes were incorporated. I need a refresher on what's up with nsync, 7th heaven, and boy meets world. Plus all the cool acronyms that I'm supposed to use and maybe a quick course on oragami. Then I'd be all set. And then these girls will not be able to doubt the honor and privilege that is: working with me.
W/B/S!
C/M!
Ok, minus the work related stress. Mainly my back just hurts and I have cold feet.
Not wedding day cold feet, but literally frozen toez-en.
I'm being dramatic, something typically reserved for middle children, but since I need to pretend to be Megan for the rest of the week so Jim and Elaine don't worry, I'll take on the role. Which may be why my back is hurting.
So let me air my drama before I let it get the best of me.
I lied, I don't have any. Aside from the occassional attempt to crack my sore, uncrackabley strong back, eye twitch from this fluorescent light that usually cheers me up, and shaking foot due to the Dew Kelsey gave me as a reward for going to work yesterday..things are pretty dull.
What I wouldn't give for something to actually talk about.
On the brighter side of things, I've been busy enough that I no longer write my name in cursive on pads of post-it notes. If that isn't a sure fire sign that the economy is picking up, I don't know what is.
That and the fact that the Saved by the Bell cast is reuniting.
Which is all I have thought about all day long. and the candy from Danny's graduation party that's sitting on our counter. Another reward I was given for dropping off Lindsay's jeans. Do you see a trend here? Sugar. Sugar gets me to do things. I am an 8 year old trapped in a 40-something year old's body with diabetes and dentures in my near future. But at least I'm a people pleaser on my way down the slippary sugary slope to insulin injections. Is that what diabetic people do? I guess I'm not sure.
But I am sure of this.
I am overdue for a dental exam. But I don't think I have insurance. Dad, do I? I don't think I do and it really hits home whenever I accidentally pass KDWB and hear the "I got a mouth fulla cavities" sugar song by Flo Rida. Dear Delta Dental, do you do any FREE plans? That'd be nice.
Is it wrong of me to write W/B/S or C/M at the end of this? I miss the days of cutely folded notes that were signed w/b/s or c/m! Why can't co-workers do that? I think I'd be better friends with these people if notes were incorporated. I need a refresher on what's up with nsync, 7th heaven, and boy meets world. Plus all the cool acronyms that I'm supposed to use and maybe a quick course on oragami. Then I'd be all set. And then these girls will not be able to doubt the honor and privilege that is: working with me.
W/B/S!
C/M!
Watch it, Preppy.
All I can think about right now is offer letters. export control. reporting metrics. and cool things like that.
Maybe that means I know what I'm doing now?
Just kidding.
So I missed this last night.
Luckily, I have great people in my life who know how much I love Zack Morris. I had a Zack Morris iron on tshirt someone gave me for my 17th birthday. I also had trivia cards in my locker and I could easily tell you all cast members, supporting cast members, and guest appearances for the entire run of the show. Plus the New Class. Plus Hang Time, California Dreams, and USA High. even though that's unrelated.
I'm exaggerating..but not much. And I bet you're not surprised.
My love for him continued when I saw the made for tv movie The Princess and the Marine, which I have spent countless hours looking for online (the dvd in english version to be exact). The only known copy is on VHS and is owned by Tara who I went to junior high with. Anyone who finds it for me will receive my $8.63/month Netflix that I haven't used in 9 months, all of my free Blockbuster rental cards from winning that Life Time contest, my 10 cents off Holiday gas receipt/coupon I got the other night at Cub Foods, and my $12/year subscription to Runner's World. It's all yours if you find me that movie. You can also join my Mocha Club team. Granted, I'm the only member, but I am helping provide clean water to Darfur refugee camps for only $7 a month...now tell me what you're doing for Darfur.
Right. That's what I thought.
Meanwhile, Kelsey and Lindsay want to have people over to our new diggz. As a reward for reading my blog, you're invited. Thursday the 25th. Details to come. and by details I mean, you can call me and ask where it is. I'll buzz you in with a quick 6. Don't expect anything awesome because afterall, it's just us and it's just an apartment and it's just a Thursday. But considering Linds and Kels are the most hospitable girls I know, I can guarentee fancy apps and cutesy stuff.
And based solely on the outcome of the Twins/Brewers game and/or series, I may be very happy or very crabby. Maybe I'll blog with a crabby warning and you can change plans if need be. Or I'll confine myself to my room but borrow Kelsey's stethoscope so I can still hear what's going on but you don't have to deal with my folded arms and stern look.
Because it's all about you.
Lie, It's mostly about me. Youngest child thing.
Maybe that means I know what I'm doing now?
Just kidding.
So I missed this last night.
Luckily, I have great people in my life who know how much I love Zack Morris. I had a Zack Morris iron on tshirt someone gave me for my 17th birthday. I also had trivia cards in my locker and I could easily tell you all cast members, supporting cast members, and guest appearances for the entire run of the show. Plus the New Class. Plus Hang Time, California Dreams, and USA High. even though that's unrelated.
I'm exaggerating..but not much. And I bet you're not surprised.
My love for him continued when I saw the made for tv movie The Princess and the Marine, which I have spent countless hours looking for online (the dvd in english version to be exact). The only known copy is on VHS and is owned by Tara who I went to junior high with. Anyone who finds it for me will receive my $8.63/month Netflix that I haven't used in 9 months, all of my free Blockbuster rental cards from winning that Life Time contest, my 10 cents off Holiday gas receipt/coupon I got the other night at Cub Foods, and my $12/year subscription to Runner's World. It's all yours if you find me that movie. You can also join my Mocha Club team. Granted, I'm the only member, but I am helping provide clean water to Darfur refugee camps for only $7 a month...now tell me what you're doing for Darfur.
Right. That's what I thought.
Meanwhile, Kelsey and Lindsay want to have people over to our new diggz. As a reward for reading my blog, you're invited. Thursday the 25th. Details to come. and by details I mean, you can call me and ask where it is. I'll buzz you in with a quick 6. Don't expect anything awesome because afterall, it's just us and it's just an apartment and it's just a Thursday. But considering Linds and Kels are the most hospitable girls I know, I can guarentee fancy apps and cutesy stuff.
And based solely on the outcome of the Twins/Brewers game and/or series, I may be very happy or very crabby. Maybe I'll blog with a crabby warning and you can change plans if need be. Or I'll confine myself to my room but borrow Kelsey's stethoscope so I can still hear what's going on but you don't have to deal with my folded arms and stern look.
Because it's all about you.
Lie, It's mostly about me. Youngest child thing.
6.08.2009
Ain't nothin like the real thing, baby.
I just noticed the blankness of this blog. Why didn't anyone tell me???? I'm so embarrassed. Here's a cute picture of doglover midmove since I can't put her vids on here. Lucky for you, I made you some links. You better click on them because they took me a sweet forever.
Here. Youtube doglover199709 and tell me I wouldn't have done this had youtube been a hit in 1993. With my lipsynching skills and my literal interpretations, I could have given doglover a run for her money. or a run for her subscribers I suppose. Especially since she stole my moves for I'm so paid. Raise your hand if you've seen me do this dance minus the hood and glasses? That's right, it's a close cousin to the 'and it's nice....and it's nice...' dance that Sonia and I are so fond of.
She's no Tinaecmusic, but I think I like her just the same plus maybe more since I don't think she's handicapped. and since I can't take full credit for discovering her, special thanks to AJ for sending it to me to 'keep me awake.'
This just in. HAIRBALL will be playing in Uptown next Thursday. Now if you know me, you know I've been talking about how great Hairball is for about a year now. They are the greatest 80's cover band in Minnesota. (Although they are the only 80's cover band I've really seen. But still.) Famous Dave's on 6/18. You will not regret it. Especially because most of their shows are at least 45 minutes outside of the Twin Cities, you can't miss this rare opportunity to catch them somewhere that doesn't require getting a full tank of gas and oil change before trying to go see them.
Don't I have awesome taste in music? Lipsynchers and coverbands.
Coke got it wrong. Ain't nothin like the cheap thing baby. The cheap thing that makes me laugh.
Kind of like shopping at Aldi.
Best of Intentions
I intend to find this man and ask for roughly $30,000. Not much to ask considering he just won $232.1 million, right?
I'd actually start out high, like at $100,000, but instead of calling it that, I'd say 1/2321 of his winnings. If he says no, I'll work my way down and tell him I'll settle for a mere 30 g'z which would allow me to pay off student loans and take a little time off work to figure life out while still being able to pay the frickin comcast bill. Oh and rent.
Not a bad idea.
I intended to start my marathon training last week. I did..kind of. I was a little pressed for time so apparently I thought it was a good idea to run minimally m-th and then do a big bang of a workout on Friday.
(I actually didn't plan it that way, it just happened.)
So I set out to discover where the Kenworth Trail/North Cedar Lake Trail/Calhoun-ish area/ etc. all connects. Well I found it and it only took me about 15 miles to do so. Oh and did I mention I left at about 6:30 or 7 on Friday night and got home well after 9? Yeah, I did. I totally got lost. But I kept thinking I was going the right way and just underestimated the distance. Kind of true. Kind of took a wrong turn. Either way, here I am, kind of sore.
It was an emotional run. I saw a 3 legged dog hopping that made me tear up, not to be confused with the time a bug flew in my eye and I had to stop and cry it out. Then I passed an overweight teenage boy in one of those wheelchair hand bikes. He couldn't get enough momentum to make it across this giant intersection so his dad had to try to push him to get him started. It was one of those situations that you don't know if offering to help would be a nice gesture or a bit humiliating.
I can't be the hero all the time, people.
But I was on Saturday. Call me the sister that saved the honeymoon. I picked the Smiths up promptly at 4:00am, but guess what? They slept in. After looking at the weather report, I think God is thanking me because it is perfectly scheduled to rain every and/or every other day this week which means no sod watering for the housesitter. My duties are restricted to putting out the trash, getting the mail, and waving to Jim and Elaine so they think Megan is home. I am crossing my fingers for an animal folded towel or some sort of cruise-ish parting gift in return for my hard work.
Are you tired of hearing about my weekend yet? Because I'm not even halfway done.
Toni's wedding, blahblahblah, it was beautiful, blahblahblah, went running and got torrential rained on, blahblahblah, kelsey caught me watching that Jonas brothers sitcom blahblahblah, here I am, Monday morning.
There you have it.
Now I'm going to eat my lunch and change my bad attitude.
I'd actually start out high, like at $100,000, but instead of calling it that, I'd say 1/2321 of his winnings. If he says no, I'll work my way down and tell him I'll settle for a mere 30 g'z which would allow me to pay off student loans and take a little time off work to figure life out while still being able to pay the frickin comcast bill. Oh and rent.
Not a bad idea.
I intended to start my marathon training last week. I did..kind of. I was a little pressed for time so apparently I thought it was a good idea to run minimally m-th and then do a big bang of a workout on Friday.
(I actually didn't plan it that way, it just happened.)
So I set out to discover where the Kenworth Trail/North Cedar Lake Trail/Calhoun-ish area/ etc. all connects. Well I found it and it only took me about 15 miles to do so. Oh and did I mention I left at about 6:30 or 7 on Friday night and got home well after 9? Yeah, I did. I totally got lost. But I kept thinking I was going the right way and just underestimated the distance. Kind of true. Kind of took a wrong turn. Either way, here I am, kind of sore.
It was an emotional run. I saw a 3 legged dog hopping that made me tear up, not to be confused with the time a bug flew in my eye and I had to stop and cry it out. Then I passed an overweight teenage boy in one of those wheelchair hand bikes. He couldn't get enough momentum to make it across this giant intersection so his dad had to try to push him to get him started. It was one of those situations that you don't know if offering to help would be a nice gesture or a bit humiliating.
I can't be the hero all the time, people.
But I was on Saturday. Call me the sister that saved the honeymoon. I picked the Smiths up promptly at 4:00am, but guess what? They slept in. After looking at the weather report, I think God is thanking me because it is perfectly scheduled to rain every and/or every other day this week which means no sod watering for the housesitter. My duties are restricted to putting out the trash, getting the mail, and waving to Jim and Elaine so they think Megan is home. I am crossing my fingers for an animal folded towel or some sort of cruise-ish parting gift in return for my hard work.
Are you tired of hearing about my weekend yet? Because I'm not even halfway done.
Toni's wedding, blahblahblah, it was beautiful, blahblahblah, went running and got torrential rained on, blahblahblah, kelsey caught me watching that Jonas brothers sitcom blahblahblah, here I am, Monday morning.
There you have it.
Now I'm going to eat my lunch and change my bad attitude.
6.05.2009
FACTS #7
Do you have $120? Do you want to come to LA with me for a few days (dates tbd)? Do you want to run the trails outside of Hollywood that Kelly can't stop talking about? Do you want to see Conan?
Qualifications: You must contact me by 9:00pm central time tonight and I must somewhat approve of being around you for 3 days. If more than one person calls me, I'm going to pick who I like better and who I don't mind sharing a bed with.
FACT: I love it when you comment.
Qualifications: You must contact me by 9:00pm central time tonight and I must somewhat approve of being around you for 3 days. If more than one person calls me, I'm going to pick who I like better and who I don't mind sharing a bed with.
FACT: I was less than impressed with my boys last night. Dwight, John Mayer, and well, that's it. John Mayer was on Conan and did a little rendition of California Dreamin' with the JMayTree. That's what I call the John Mayer Trio which far surpasses the greatness of John Mayer, solo performer. Let me tell you what brings that surpassness back down to hard to watch: the LA Children's Choir in the background. There was a boy near the center with longer hair who had a head nod/bob thing going on that was real distracting. I recognized it from the moves I did in the Wallen produced VHS tape of my first grade program. I lip synched the words but made sure to move my head enthusiastically enough to make it look like I was singing my heart out. Didn't work, just made me look real dumb. Thankfully, I redeemed myself in Say Say Oh Playmate.
FACT: NO ONE WILL PAY $100 FOR A PRECIOUS MOMENT FIGURINE. Stop talking about it.
FACT: No matter how sick you get from being lactose intolerant and how many times you promise yourself to never ever put your bod through such torture and turmoil again..you will. It goes along with the empty promises you make when you get a charlie horse in the middle of the night. And promising to never run another marathon without training ever again.
FACT: I challenge you to give me a song with a better intro than Right Now by Van Halen. (and no, Katie, not Lord of the Dance).
FACT: I've been counting down the days til June 6. No not because of the WNBA and no, sorry Toni, not for your wedding (although I am excited). I've been counting down the days to the neighborhood garage sales in SLP so we can get more than one piece of furniture in our living room. Now, I'm not sure who the buyer will be, but I can guarentee I'll be the looker. And if I find anything worthy of having Sonia coming over to nap on without waking up smelling like smoke or with a mouthful of cat hair, it's ours.
FACT: My two-a-days may be coming to a screeching halt later next week as I will be moving cubes to the one across from my boss. Just so you're aware. Luckily, privacy screens and cube doors are widely accepted and used here. That's right CUBE DOORS. Try not to be jealous, LTF people. But consider yourself forewarned.
FACT: The Twins are on the road and are 100% expected to choke because that's what they do.
FACT: This just in. AJ watches Wipeout and Derek watches I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here. Just in case you were under the impression that they actually had good taste in tv. I guess it's only fair that I admit I watched that High School Musical show hosted by Nick Lachey last summer.FACT: I love it when you comment.
Presh.
Oh my gosh.
I'm in panic mode. I need to start training for my marathon. I need to start waking up when my alarm goes off. and I need to start remembering to mail wedding RSVPs. I also need to stop talking about myself.
After today.
I plan on either having a very wild, out-of-control night that makes me stay up til 4:00am so I can drive some Smiths to the airport OR having the most boring night of my life so I can wake up at 4:00am so I can drive some Smiths to the airport.
Which one do you think I'll choose? I'll give you a hint. I have a lot of laundry to fold and a week's worth of DVRed shows.
Friday night is my sabbath. I am usually fine Monday through Thursday in the being on time for work dept., but I find myself being extra late and extra crabby on Fridays (minus the casual friday dress code and omelet bar) and counting down the minutes until I can NAP. This is a weekly occurrance and typically starts with me running to the shower at 7:15 and ends with me trying to hold my head up until 4:30.
I need a slap in the face. or a cold shower. or human interaction.
Anyway.
I am highly disappointed in the results of last night's game. I wasn't until I read the stat that Phil Jackson has never lost a playoff series in which his team has won game 1. 43-0 to be exact.
Yes, the Lakers dominated. Yes, Kobe scored 40. But it was a cool 40..a not impressive 40. Want to know why I wasn't impressed? Because I didn't see it. Therefore, I was unimpressable. I'm hoping for a little more excitement on Sunday and a little less double teaming Howard. Oh, and that I can watch some of the game.
In other news, my co-worker just asked me if I like Precious Moments. At first I wasn't sure what she meant by 'precious moments'...like is she talking about getting married? or baby showers? or when KG said this is for you 'sota when he won the championship?
Unfortunately for all of us, she was talking about the figurines. She is having a garage sale and has a bunch to sell. But some are worth "like $100" so she might look into doing ebay or craigslist.
Here's the thing. I think I had a Precious Moments coloring book in 1990. And it wasn't that cool then. So my answer was "(long hesitation).......no, not really."
There's the Friday excitement for you, folks. Wish you were here.
I'm in panic mode. I need to start training for my marathon. I need to start waking up when my alarm goes off. and I need to start remembering to mail wedding RSVPs. I also need to stop talking about myself.
After today.
I plan on either having a very wild, out-of-control night that makes me stay up til 4:00am so I can drive some Smiths to the airport OR having the most boring night of my life so I can wake up at 4:00am so I can drive some Smiths to the airport.
Which one do you think I'll choose? I'll give you a hint. I have a lot of laundry to fold and a week's worth of DVRed shows.
Friday night is my sabbath. I am usually fine Monday through Thursday in the being on time for work dept., but I find myself being extra late and extra crabby on Fridays (minus the casual friday dress code and omelet bar) and counting down the minutes until I can NAP. This is a weekly occurrance and typically starts with me running to the shower at 7:15 and ends with me trying to hold my head up until 4:30.
I need a slap in the face. or a cold shower. or human interaction.
Anyway.
I am highly disappointed in the results of last night's game. I wasn't until I read the stat that Phil Jackson has never lost a playoff series in which his team has won game 1. 43-0 to be exact.
Yes, the Lakers dominated. Yes, Kobe scored 40. But it was a cool 40..a not impressive 40. Want to know why I wasn't impressed? Because I didn't see it. Therefore, I was unimpressable. I'm hoping for a little more excitement on Sunday and a little less double teaming Howard. Oh, and that I can watch some of the game.
In other news, my co-worker just asked me if I like Precious Moments. At first I wasn't sure what she meant by 'precious moments'...like is she talking about getting married? or baby showers? or when KG said this is for you 'sota when he won the championship?
Unfortunately for all of us, she was talking about the figurines. She is having a garage sale and has a bunch to sell. But some are worth "like $100" so she might look into doing ebay or craigslist.
Here's the thing. I think I had a Precious Moments coloring book in 1990. And it wasn't that cool then. So my answer was "(long hesitation).......no, not really."
There's the Friday excitement for you, folks. Wish you were here.
6.04.2009
FOR THE RECORD
I'm rooting for Dwight Howard, naturally.
However, I'm going to go with my head as opposed to my heart on this one: Lakers in 6.
Which means these first 5 games are irrelevent.
Which means I will be attending the Hot pink, Black, zebra themed bachelorette party tonight instead of watching Game 1 and couldn't be happier.
Also, for the record. I'm going to try to stop talking less about myself on here..starting tomorrow.
But you should also know that I've said this exact statement to myself everyday since April 12thish.
However, I'm going to go with my head as opposed to my heart on this one: Lakers in 6.
Which means these first 5 games are irrelevent.
Which means I will be attending the Hot pink, Black, zebra themed bachelorette party tonight instead of watching Game 1 and couldn't be happier.
Also, for the record. I'm going to try to stop talking less about myself on here..starting tomorrow.
But you should also know that I've said this exact statement to myself everyday since April 12thish.
She's (not) country
So this is a big deal at the moment..apparently.
If someone were to describe me, I think it would be the perfect and exact opposite of everything in this song. And redneck woman. and any other song about girls being country.
Which brought me to the conclusion that I am as un-country as it gets.
Minus liking classic Bon Jovi and the one Harley shirt I wear too much. But that's way more rock n roll than country..right? I hope so. Until I start wearing Nascar perfume, which for the record comes in burning rubber and motor oil scents, wearing my hair in a gelled crunchy curl, and having a frayed jean skirt with cowboy boots as my go-to, going out outfit...I think I'm safe.
This is funny because not even one week ago, I can quote myself as saying to Sonj, "I think you and I have a little bit of hick in us."
So now that I think about it, maybe when I said hick, I meant trashy. Although some of you think the terms are interchangable..not so. Hick is the appropriate amount of country with just enough trashy. You can be trashy without being hick but you cannot be hick without being trashy. I'm sorry, that's just how it is. Someone who likes monster ballads of the 80's and is ok with love handles hanging out of their pants is just trashy. Someone who has a Calvin peeing on _____ decal, tattoo, or tire things and wears their brew crew jersey unbuttoned without a shirt = hick.
Not that I'm that trashy. But I might have a little hint in me which I blame 70% on growing up outside the 694/494 loop, 12% on Osseo Senior High, 8% on shopping at Unique Thrift Store more than the mall, and the rest on my first trip to the Otter when I sang Redneck Woman. Which equals only a hint of trash. And it's more mockery than actual trash.
Yet still very mathematical.
So although I ultimately would consider myself German, I like to think of myself as perfect (it's a youngest child German thing), but in actuality I'm just a shorter, trashier Heidi Klum. But not at all country.
**Which reminds me to remind you that Project Runway starts on Lifetime in August. Plan ahead and show your face at the 407.
If someone were to describe me, I think it would be the perfect and exact opposite of everything in this song. And redneck woman. and any other song about girls being country.
Which brought me to the conclusion that I am as un-country as it gets.
Minus liking classic Bon Jovi and the one Harley shirt I wear too much. But that's way more rock n roll than country..right? I hope so. Until I start wearing Nascar perfume, which for the record comes in burning rubber and motor oil scents, wearing my hair in a gelled crunchy curl, and having a frayed jean skirt with cowboy boots as my go-to, going out outfit...I think I'm safe.
This is funny because not even one week ago, I can quote myself as saying to Sonj, "I think you and I have a little bit of hick in us."
So now that I think about it, maybe when I said hick, I meant trashy. Although some of you think the terms are interchangable..not so. Hick is the appropriate amount of country with just enough trashy. You can be trashy without being hick but you cannot be hick without being trashy. I'm sorry, that's just how it is. Someone who likes monster ballads of the 80's and is ok with love handles hanging out of their pants is just trashy. Someone who has a Calvin peeing on _____ decal, tattoo, or tire things and wears their brew crew jersey unbuttoned without a shirt = hick.
Not that I'm that trashy. But I might have a little hint in me which I blame 70% on growing up outside the 694/494 loop, 12% on Osseo Senior High, 8% on shopping at Unique Thrift Store more than the mall, and the rest on my first trip to the Otter when I sang Redneck Woman. Which equals only a hint of trash. And it's more mockery than actual trash.
Yet still very mathematical.
So although I ultimately would consider myself German, I like to think of myself as perfect (it's a youngest child German thing), but in actuality I'm just a shorter, trashier Heidi Klum. But not at all country.
**Which reminds me to remind you that Project Runway starts on Lifetime in August. Plan ahead and show your face at the 407.
6.03.2009
For a good time
My phone has been ringing off the hook. I lost my voice and it's only 10:33am. I feel like one of my coworkers must have put my applicant/job seeker number on the bathroom wall or something. Maybe the football field. "For a good time, call.." sort of thing.
Guess what? In their face, because I'm ok with it. And so were Eric, Steve, Brandt, Brian, and Jason who needed assistance. (which clearly confirms that my number is indeed on the wall of the boy's bathroom. I'm guessing somewhere near the D&G dept.)
Anyway, please tell me you clicked on those links. THEY ARE GOOD. Ok, I lied, if I were being honest, there are 2 worth clicking on and 1 worth looking further into from 3-6pm. But I'm not telling you which ones.
But I will tell you this..I did the silent laugh on the phone with Sonia last night when we were talking about the potential for one of those links. It was like a can't stop/throw your head back against the couch sort of laugh...(thank God there wasn't a qtip in my ear. THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE. and made me deaf in one ear for the better part of spring semester 2007.)
Now let me say this to the graduating class of 2009. I'm glad I'm not you.
However. I am happy to make an appearance at your open house(s). For a good time, call....well..me.
TWO MORE THINGS:
One-way tix to LA are $49 but you need to book them by the 5th. Dear Kelly, I'm coming.
Live Nation waives service fees on WEDNESDAYS. Which is today. But this means nothing to me because 99% of the Live Nation concerts coming to MN, I wouldn't be caught dead at. In fact I would prefer death over Blink 182/Fall Out Boy/Panic at the Disco. But..hey, who am I to judge, I like Bon Jovi. So if you want to save $10ish on a lame-o concert, today's the day. Or next Wednesday. Or the next.
Now that I've missed 28748937 calls to write this blog..g2g.
PS, It is now 10:34 and my Elm Creek Computer Lab Para Mrs. Toohey and 10th grade keyboarding teacher, Mrs. Keller are both reading this somewhere VERY PROUD.
Guess what? In their face, because I'm ok with it. And so were Eric, Steve, Brandt, Brian, and Jason who needed assistance. (which clearly confirms that my number is indeed on the wall of the boy's bathroom. I'm guessing somewhere near the D&G dept.)
Anyway, please tell me you clicked on those links. THEY ARE GOOD. Ok, I lied, if I were being honest, there are 2 worth clicking on and 1 worth looking further into from 3-6pm. But I'm not telling you which ones.
But I will tell you this..I did the silent laugh on the phone with Sonia last night when we were talking about the potential for one of those links. It was like a can't stop/throw your head back against the couch sort of laugh...(thank God there wasn't a qtip in my ear. THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE. and made me deaf in one ear for the better part of spring semester 2007.)
Now let me say this to the graduating class of 2009. I'm glad I'm not you.
However. I am happy to make an appearance at your open house(s). For a good time, call....well..me.
TWO MORE THINGS:
One-way tix to LA are $49 but you need to book them by the 5th. Dear Kelly, I'm coming.
Live Nation waives service fees on WEDNESDAYS. Which is today. But this means nothing to me because 99% of the Live Nation concerts coming to MN, I wouldn't be caught dead at. In fact I would prefer death over Blink 182/Fall Out Boy/Panic at the Disco. But..hey, who am I to judge, I like Bon Jovi. So if you want to save $10ish on a lame-o concert, today's the day. Or next Wednesday. Or the next.
Now that I've missed 28748937 calls to write this blog..g2g.
PS, It is now 10:34 and my Elm Creek Computer Lab Para Mrs. Toohey and 10th grade keyboarding teacher, Mrs. Keller are both reading this somewhere VERY PROUD.
6.02.2009
Like this, like this.
If you'd like a glimpse into my future, listen to this.
Also, this gave me a good laugh. Mainly because it's considered to be 'news.'
(This is a test to see if you click on what I go to the trouble of sharing with you.)
Did you click on this too? Because you don't want to miss it.
I REALLY WANT TO GO TO THIS. Want to come?
You better check this out for a preview of the 2016 NBA MVP and/or for my new workout plan.
And this. Don't forget about this.
And this may be the best $5 you haven't spent yet.
And if you have time, write to me on this.
Also, this gave me a good laugh. Mainly because it's considered to be 'news.'
(This is a test to see if you click on what I go to the trouble of sharing with you.)
Did you click on this too? Because you don't want to miss it.
I REALLY WANT TO GO TO THIS. Want to come?
You better check this out for a preview of the 2016 NBA MVP and/or for my new workout plan.
And this. Don't forget about this.
And this may be the best $5 you haven't spent yet.
And if you have time, write to me on this.
If you feel like you're gonna die........follow Anita.
I haven't heard that in 3 weeks..because I haven't Shredded in 3 weeks.
No, not because I'm lazy (I've run two, count them 2, half marathons in 3 weeks, thank you). But because I (a) don't have a dvd player and (b) don't own The Shred. It is property of a certain Mrs. Smith and I just reaped 10 days of benefits until the big move.
So I've been missing it. I KNOW, RIGHT?! Like who would ever want Jillian to call them weak and yell mean things and have to wince and grimace when you have to do the slightest of slight squats. ME. That's who.
So I came home from work with the intentions of going running. Only to get stuck watching espn talk, analyze and debate (for 40+ min) about how they simply cannot believe Lebron didn't shake hands after the big loss this weekend as I mindlessly ate more chex mix than I should have. Hey, it happens.
The guilt set in and I decided it was time to get myself moving. I tried to memorize Jillian's routine in prep for the move and to save myself $14, but I never made it to level 3. I tried to do level 2 from memorization, but the double jumprope move made me scared for my 3rd floor neighbors. So after a solid 6 minutes, I headed to the gym where although double jumproping and jumping jacks might be more embarrassing they are significantly less threatening to below-me neighbors and their stuff hanging on the walls.
First, no one told me it was ugly green shirt day at the gym. But whatever. I already was planning on standing out because I wore my marathon shorts and an ug powderpuff shirt from '05 when that senior girl took me out at the knees. (I will never forgive her.) Oh yeah, and also because I was planning on Shredding off to the side, hoping no one would laugh at me.
Turns out, I remembered a lot more than I thought. Aside from dropping an 8 lb weight on a girl's foot and giving a real mean look at a girl who was staring at my (or should I say Jillian's) moves, I think it went pretty well.
But I still went to Target and bought the actual one because we both know I'm so ready for level 3. SO..does anyone have a dvd player and know the work schedule for the people that live below me?
No, not because I'm lazy (I've run two, count them 2, half marathons in 3 weeks, thank you). But because I (a) don't have a dvd player and (b) don't own The Shred. It is property of a certain Mrs. Smith and I just reaped 10 days of benefits until the big move.
So I've been missing it. I KNOW, RIGHT?! Like who would ever want Jillian to call them weak and yell mean things and have to wince and grimace when you have to do the slightest of slight squats. ME. That's who.
So I came home from work with the intentions of going running. Only to get stuck watching espn talk, analyze and debate (for 40+ min) about how they simply cannot believe Lebron didn't shake hands after the big loss this weekend as I mindlessly ate more chex mix than I should have. Hey, it happens.
The guilt set in and I decided it was time to get myself moving. I tried to memorize Jillian's routine in prep for the move and to save myself $14, but I never made it to level 3. I tried to do level 2 from memorization, but the double jumprope move made me scared for my 3rd floor neighbors. So after a solid 6 minutes, I headed to the gym where although double jumproping and jumping jacks might be more embarrassing they are significantly less threatening to below-me neighbors and their stuff hanging on the walls.
First, no one told me it was ugly green shirt day at the gym. But whatever. I already was planning on standing out because I wore my marathon shorts and an ug powderpuff shirt from '05 when that senior girl took me out at the knees. (I will never forgive her.) Oh yeah, and also because I was planning on Shredding off to the side, hoping no one would laugh at me.
Turns out, I remembered a lot more than I thought. Aside from dropping an 8 lb weight on a girl's foot and giving a real mean look at a girl who was staring at my (or should I say Jillian's) moves, I think it went pretty well.
But I still went to Target and bought the actual one because we both know I'm so ready for level 3. SO..does anyone have a dvd player and know the work schedule for the people that live below me?
6.01.2009
True or False..
..I have earned my paycheck today.
Suprisingly..true.
I even have had the opportunity to showcase my golden powerpoint and design skillz to an international market..seriously. stop. it's not a big deal. (ok, it is..I'm awesome at the 'point.)
Which clearly means I am ready for another vacation. But until then..
Is anyone else as annoyed with summer tv as I am? 'Normal' people, minus teachers, work during the summer..why can't Oprah? Or the people who write the Office? (especially since they did such a sub-par job this season).
Don't get me wrong. I'm loving the playoffs. I'm loving the MLB channel we get now. and I'm loving catching up on my HBO. But is it so much to ask for something, I don't know, non-rerunish?
Don't give me So You Think You Can Dance and please, keep your Bachelorette. Those don't cut it. I'm talking GOOD TV. Biggest Loser kind of good tv. The Office seasons 2 and 3 kind of good tv. The Amazing Race if I would have been on it good tv. Gimme gimme more of THAT.
Maybe I've finally outgrown the sorry excuse for tv shows that I used to be content with. Maybe I'm finally growing up. I do read the newspaper every morning now. and drink coffee. and pay my own cell phone bill (although technically not til the 10th). I went antiqueing and called the car place to have my brakes checked out. ADULT THINGS. So maybe my TV tastes are growing up too.
Makes sense since all the 45 year old women here seem to have similar opinions about American Idol results, how great Glee is going to be, and Jay Leno's last Tonight Show.
OR MAYBE the summer is meant for being outside. and TV networks are trying to give us a subliminal reminder to enjoy the nicer and longer days while they try to think up ideas for fall like Rock of Love: Minivan or Daisy of Love: the Muppet Version.
If this is true, I will have to drastically change my lifestyle, but seeing as there's nothing keeping me on my couch these days, what the heck.
Suprisingly..true.
I even have had the opportunity to showcase my golden powerpoint and design skillz to an international market..seriously. stop. it's not a big deal. (ok, it is..I'm awesome at the 'point.)
Which clearly means I am ready for another vacation. But until then..
Is anyone else as annoyed with summer tv as I am? 'Normal' people, minus teachers, work during the summer..why can't Oprah? Or the people who write the Office? (especially since they did such a sub-par job this season).
Don't get me wrong. I'm loving the playoffs. I'm loving the MLB channel we get now. and I'm loving catching up on my HBO. But is it so much to ask for something, I don't know, non-rerunish?
Don't give me So You Think You Can Dance and please, keep your Bachelorette. Those don't cut it. I'm talking GOOD TV. Biggest Loser kind of good tv. The Office seasons 2 and 3 kind of good tv. The Amazing Race if I would have been on it good tv. Gimme gimme more of THAT.
Maybe I've finally outgrown the sorry excuse for tv shows that I used to be content with. Maybe I'm finally growing up. I do read the newspaper every morning now. and drink coffee. and pay my own cell phone bill (although technically not til the 10th). I went antiqueing and called the car place to have my brakes checked out. ADULT THINGS. So maybe my TV tastes are growing up too.
Makes sense since all the 45 year old women here seem to have similar opinions about American Idol results, how great Glee is going to be, and Jay Leno's last Tonight Show.
OR MAYBE the summer is meant for being outside. and TV networks are trying to give us a subliminal reminder to enjoy the nicer and longer days while they try to think up ideas for fall like Rock of Love: Minivan or Daisy of Love: the Muppet Version.
If this is true, I will have to drastically change my lifestyle, but seeing as there's nothing keeping me on my couch these days, what the heck.
Happy June
I have never been so happy about a weekend well spent.
The obvious happiness stems from that Magic moment when the Big Lebronski finally discovered that no, it's not possible to single handedly carry your team to the Finals. (Although to his credit, he got pretty darn close.)
And as for Dwight, well, "I just wanna thank God first and foremost" for making him awesome. The Magic are livin on a prayer if they think they have a shot against the "Los Angeles Lakers of Los Angeles" but how great would it be for Dwight and the boys to come out on top? Answer: So great. And ps, Dwight: I can see your halo, halo, halo.
PS Who doesn't love this:
I'm also into streaking now. But not like that. More so, the espn.com and mlb.com sort of streaking. It's a confidence booster more than anything. Nothing blows up an ego faster than being right all the time. Which reminds me I need to change my name on there to 'little miss can't be wrong.'
Oh yeah. I finished my half marathon in a respectable time of 1:49 finishing in the top 10% of girls. Thank you.
I also finished a book in a respectable time of all afternoon. I put all my pillows and blankets on our baby porch and tanned and read my day away and I couldn't have been happier about that choice. Even if the 35 year old version of the black kid from HSM stared at me while he talked to his dog in the parking lot. That's right. I was staring right back.
The conclusion I came to after this well spent afternoon on the most perfect day mpls has seen in a long time: time to buy a lawnchair. I will be walking to Big Lots/Target/somewhere in preperation for next weekend's activities of: reading an entire book on the baby porch part 2. I would invite you, but there's only room for one of us and as you already know, I have priorities which include myself and getting tan.
Be on the lookout for party invitations for when I housesit next weekend/week while the Smiths vacation in the Caribbean. The party will include, but not be limited to, watering the grass, making sure the mail gets all the way into the slot and lands on the closet floor in a pile, and eating all the queso.
**Best of luck to Steven and AJ with their shin splints, Blake with coming up with a pun that I will actually laugh at, and Erin with her move back to Wisconsin today. Oh and a very happy 23 to Abby.
The obvious happiness stems from that Magic moment when the Big Lebronski finally discovered that no, it's not possible to single handedly carry your team to the Finals. (Although to his credit, he got pretty darn close.)
And as for Dwight, well, "I just wanna thank God first and foremost" for making him awesome. The Magic are livin on a prayer if they think they have a shot against the "Los Angeles Lakers of Los Angeles" but how great would it be for Dwight and the boys to come out on top? Answer: So great. And ps, Dwight: I can see your halo, halo, halo.
PS Who doesn't love this:
I'm also into streaking now. But not like that. More so, the espn.com and mlb.com sort of streaking. It's a confidence booster more than anything. Nothing blows up an ego faster than being right all the time. Which reminds me I need to change my name on there to 'little miss can't be wrong.'
Oh yeah. I finished my half marathon in a respectable time of 1:49 finishing in the top 10% of girls. Thank you.
I also finished a book in a respectable time of all afternoon. I put all my pillows and blankets on our baby porch and tanned and read my day away and I couldn't have been happier about that choice. Even if the 35 year old version of the black kid from HSM stared at me while he talked to his dog in the parking lot. That's right. I was staring right back.
The conclusion I came to after this well spent afternoon on the most perfect day mpls has seen in a long time: time to buy a lawnchair. I will be walking to Big Lots/Target/somewhere in preperation for next weekend's activities of: reading an entire book on the baby porch part 2. I would invite you, but there's only room for one of us and as you already know, I have priorities which include myself and getting tan.
Be on the lookout for party invitations for when I housesit next weekend/week while the Smiths vacation in the Caribbean. The party will include, but not be limited to, watering the grass, making sure the mail gets all the way into the slot and lands on the closet floor in a pile, and eating all the queso.
**Best of luck to Steven and AJ with their shin splints, Blake with coming up with a pun that I will actually laugh at, and Erin with her move back to Wisconsin today. Oh and a very happy 23 to Abby.
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