If you're wondering where I've been, you're not alone.
I have no idea where the last several weeks of my life have gone. Well, I do...but I don't. I'm virtually unreachable to anyone and everyone.
The front desk people at Life Time are baffled as to why they haven't heard from me in 3 weeks, (RIP as my 4 year love affair with LTF ends today..it was mutual and a long time coming).
The State Fair has usually seen me twice by this point of the summer.
My laundry has sunken into a deep depression due to neglet and I expect my shirts will start slitting their own wrists anyday now.
And don't even get me started on all the episodes of Entourage that have been patiently waiting to indulge themselves in my presence.
Story of my life. I can only allow myself to be pulled in so many directions. And at this point in my life, work and running seem to have the strongest grip. Much to all of our disappointment.
Oh and traffic. Should we talk about traffic? Let's talk about traffic. And how it takes me nearly double the time it used to take to get to and from work. This leads me to believe that there should be a strong correlation between.... State Fair attendance from people living in the western suburbs who choose to leave during rush hour traffic, a lower unemployment rate of people who live in the western suburbs and work in the eastern suburbs, or a sudden decrease in carpools and public transportation. That's all I could come up with as to explain why I sit on 394 for an hour every morning.
But I don't want to talk about it.
Mainly because I have other things to worry about. Like who to draft for my Fantasy Football team. You know, the Hoedown Throwdowns. They are going to pop it lock it and polkadot it all the way to the championship...and I will be $40 (or maybe $50) richer. Which will get me to work and back for ALMOST a week. Blame the Buick. Blame the Premium. Blame the 35 miles each way.
But I'll take it.
I will not, however, take Brett Favre.
and I will not come in last place.
and I will not be surprised if the Wolves coaching staff has more talent than the actual team.
8.31.2009
8.27.2009
A Makeover Story
I just got lunch and decided to be a little risky and get 'the special.' The Conquistador Baquette. Mainly because I'm having one of those 'I can't make a decision' days that I seem to have about 6 days a week. So I thought, screw the special order salads, I'm getting a sandwich with condiments and 3 kinds of meat. And let me tell you, I cannot eat this fast enough. It is SO GOOD.
Trying something new makes me think that maybe I've been stuck in my ways too long. Maybe it's time......Sister Christer gets a makeover.
The old me would watch a Split Ends marathon on the Style network and call it a productive Sunday.
The new me accepts my actual split ends as merely a construction zone that leads me to the road of long hair and happiness.
The old me would travel 24 hours in a car to see KG.
The new me deems it unnecessary to veer from 94 for a man, The (wo)Man, or...well, home.
The old me would spend 45 minutes getting ready to sit in a cube all day.
The new me will still do that.
The old me would me would check perez hilton about 3 times a day.
The new me takes hair vitamins 3 times a day.
The old me would not open your texts or facebook messages.
The new me opens but forgets to reply.
The old me would be excited about getting Bon Jovi tickets before they sold out.
The new me gets excited about getting a vegetable pizza lean cuisine for 50% off before they sell out.
Trying something new makes me think that maybe I've been stuck in my ways too long. Maybe it's time......Sister Christer gets a makeover.
The old me would watch a Split Ends marathon on the Style network and call it a productive Sunday.
The new me accepts my actual split ends as merely a construction zone that leads me to the road of long hair and happiness.
The old me would travel 24 hours in a car to see KG.
The new me deems it unnecessary to veer from 94 for a man, The (wo)Man, or...well, home.
The old me would spend 45 minutes getting ready to sit in a cube all day.
The new me will still do that.
The old me would me would check perez hilton about 3 times a day.
The new me takes hair vitamins 3 times a day.
The old me would not open your texts or facebook messages.
The new me opens but forgets to reply.
The old me would be excited about getting Bon Jovi tickets before they sold out.
The new me gets excited about getting a vegetable pizza lean cuisine for 50% off before they sell out.
As you can see, big changes are happening. Stay tuned.
8.26.2009
Shut up and put your money where your mouth is
Ahh, the State Fair. Considering I feel my stomach start to turn when I'm within smellshot of the little joint at Lake Calhoun, you can probably already guess that I'm not a huge fair food kind of girl.
HOWEVER. Although I can't pound the shakes from the Dairy Barn like I used to, Lord knows I'll forever and always deidcate the 3 days following my trip to the fair with breakfast, lunch, and dinner courtesy of Sweet Martha's cookies.
What I wouldn't give to be able to have milkshake right when I get through the gate, followed by waiting to wave during the Ken Barlow weather report on the 6:00 Kare11 News followed by another milkshake and maybe some free stickers from KDWB....oh to be 13 again.
Anyway, I am hoping to plan my trip to allign with Lori and Julia broadcasting live and/or Common. Fat chance that'll happen, but it'd be a dream come true of a fair trip for this girl. Who needs food when you have talk radio!?
Ok, so I just found out a guy I work with has grandparents who have owned a Cheese Curds stand at the fair for 35 years. I'm not sure why cheese curds needed to capitalized but he has been working there for 15 years. I asked him if he gets sick of them and he said never. I think I could handle a good 3 cheese curds before I start hearing Jillian Michels tell me how I weak I am and threatening to make me do the modified exercises with Anita. I can't handle that. I'm too competitive to give in to doing the modified. If I can't keep up with Natalie and Jillian, then I'm not even going to bother Shredding. (who even knows what I'm talking about now)
Anyway, I'll be steering clear of everything that's not Mowi Wowis and Sweet Martha's Cookies. Well, maybe I'll give the funnel cake fries a shot but only because they have chocolate dipping stuff.
OH and for you people who do not set restrictions on your fair food finds...let me just remind you that it takes 1355 steps to burn off one Pronto Pup. You're welcome.
Oh yeah, which reminds me...here are some more accurate smoothie recipes courtesy of my Women's Health Daily Dose newletter. They must be reading my blog too.
Anyway, 53% of people go to the fair ultimately for food. The only thing that draws people to the fair as much as the food is: the Miracle of Birth exhibit.
ahem....no thanks. Won't catch me there. It is two of the things I am least interested in: birthing and animals.
I will say that if I pass Green Mill, I may have a hard time saying no to this dessert pizza thing. Someone try it and describe it to me in full detail please. Meanwhile, I will do my best to avoid it at all costs because the last thing I can do is let Jillian and Bob down a mere 3 weeks before they're back in my life.
HOWEVER. Although I can't pound the shakes from the Dairy Barn like I used to, Lord knows I'll forever and always deidcate the 3 days following my trip to the fair with breakfast, lunch, and dinner courtesy of Sweet Martha's cookies.
What I wouldn't give to be able to have milkshake right when I get through the gate, followed by waiting to wave during the Ken Barlow weather report on the 6:00 Kare11 News followed by another milkshake and maybe some free stickers from KDWB....oh to be 13 again.
Anyway, I am hoping to plan my trip to allign with Lori and Julia broadcasting live and/or Common. Fat chance that'll happen, but it'd be a dream come true of a fair trip for this girl. Who needs food when you have talk radio!?
Ok, so I just found out a guy I work with has grandparents who have owned a Cheese Curds stand at the fair for 35 years. I'm not sure why cheese curds needed to capitalized but he has been working there for 15 years. I asked him if he gets sick of them and he said never. I think I could handle a good 3 cheese curds before I start hearing Jillian Michels tell me how I weak I am and threatening to make me do the modified exercises with Anita. I can't handle that. I'm too competitive to give in to doing the modified. If I can't keep up with Natalie and Jillian, then I'm not even going to bother Shredding. (who even knows what I'm talking about now)
Anyway, I'll be steering clear of everything that's not Mowi Wowis and Sweet Martha's Cookies. Well, maybe I'll give the funnel cake fries a shot but only because they have chocolate dipping stuff.
OH and for you people who do not set restrictions on your fair food finds...let me just remind you that it takes 1355 steps to burn off one Pronto Pup. You're welcome.
Oh yeah, which reminds me...here are some more accurate smoothie recipes courtesy of my Women's Health Daily Dose newletter. They must be reading my blog too.
Anyway, 53% of people go to the fair ultimately for food. The only thing that draws people to the fair as much as the food is: the Miracle of Birth exhibit.
ahem....no thanks. Won't catch me there. It is two of the things I am least interested in: birthing and animals.
I will say that if I pass Green Mill, I may have a hard time saying no to this dessert pizza thing. Someone try it and describe it to me in full detail please. Meanwhile, I will do my best to avoid it at all costs because the last thing I can do is let Jillian and Bob down a mere 3 weeks before they're back in my life.
8.25.2009
August 25, 2009
I will just go ahead and say that I will count today as a LOSS.
Sparing you all the teary eyed, hiccuppy sniffling details, I will tell you that I just ended my day with two episodes of Shaq Vs. and paying $60 to a company called "perfumesnsuch."
Shady.
The redeeming part of my day came at roughly 8:45 when I made the best smoothie I ever made. Since I don't keep track of what or how much I put in, it will probably never happen again. But here's a rough estimate just in case you have a bad day and need to redeem it with a smoothie.
enjoiii.
Sparing you all the teary eyed, hiccuppy sniffling details, I will tell you that I just ended my day with two episodes of Shaq Vs. and paying $60 to a company called "perfumesnsuch."
Shady.
The redeeming part of my day came at roughly 8:45 when I made the best smoothie I ever made. Since I don't keep track of what or how much I put in, it will probably never happen again. But here's a rough estimate just in case you have a bad day and need to redeem it with a smoothie.
- 7 strawberries. it might have been 5. It might have been 10, which is why I'm going with 7.
- 1 cup of orange juice. (really I just used the rest of the carton so I'm not sure how much it was)
- 2 bananas but throw away the ends because I heard once that spiders lay their eggs in the tips of bananas.
- 3/4 cup of plain yogurt.
enjoiii.
8.24.2009
U.S.S. Regal
This morning I hitched up my wagon and trotted into work.
MY STATION WAGON.
I'll give you a minute to laugh.......................ok, are you done yet?
Luckily I did not have to Ford the Mississippi as the beauty is a Mercury. But I do feel a case of Typhoid coming on.
You may recall my recent issues with cars... Let me rewind and tell you a little history...my mom had the Camry until 2005 when I, to everyone's shock and amazement, completed one year of college and inherited the Cam as a reward. I had little to no trouble with it (except for the 4th of July in 2004 but that was before it was 'mine') and did my dodiligence with maintenance and oil changes and blahblahblah.
Apparently the 70+ miles every day for the past 1.5 years had done a number on the ol' girl and she needed a new timing belt amoung other things. Since I don't exactly find myself swimming in safes full of dollar bills like they do on Duck Tales, I went with the timing belt and a few other smaller repairs and held off on anything that wasn't 'urgent.' Which THANK THE LORD ALMIGHTY I did because a mere 1 month later I was HIT by Skip (yes, his name was really Skip.) and the pool old girl was stamped with a seal from American Family Insurance of TOTALED.
So I inherited my mom's car again. Enter: The Regal. As you know, I've had issues with the USS Regal and was slightly embarrassed by the boatyness of it.
Well not anymore.
Because unbenounced to me, some green coolant was mixed with some pink coolant which made for a brown muddy substance in my radiator cap/tank thing which caused the USS Regal to need a little radiator flushing action. (ladies...DON'T MIX COOLANT COLORS!!!)
Which left me to temporarily inherit my mom's new car. One that she is very happy with and has wanted for a few years but I never thought Dad would give in.
Enter: station wagon.
Not just any station wagon. But the rounded back kind. with no cd player, leather seats, and just an overall embarrassment for anyone under 50 to be seen in.
So tonight as I trade in the Wagon for the Boat, I will be counting my blessings and will gladly tolerate the low tire light always being on and the premie gas she requires. Because at least it's not a station wagon.
I also have a fund called 'don't end up with mom's station wagon' started and it's well on it's way to breaking the vicious cycle of me inheriting her old cars.
MY STATION WAGON.
I'll give you a minute to laugh.......................ok, are you done yet?
Luckily I did not have to Ford the Mississippi as the beauty is a Mercury. But I do feel a case of Typhoid coming on.
You may recall my recent issues with cars... Let me rewind and tell you a little history...my mom had the Camry until 2005 when I, to everyone's shock and amazement, completed one year of college and inherited the Cam as a reward. I had little to no trouble with it (except for the 4th of July in 2004 but that was before it was 'mine') and did my dodiligence with maintenance and oil changes and blahblahblah.
Apparently the 70+ miles every day for the past 1.5 years had done a number on the ol' girl and she needed a new timing belt amoung other things. Since I don't exactly find myself swimming in safes full of dollar bills like they do on Duck Tales, I went with the timing belt and a few other smaller repairs and held off on anything that wasn't 'urgent.' Which THANK THE LORD ALMIGHTY I did because a mere 1 month later I was HIT by Skip (yes, his name was really Skip.) and the pool old girl was stamped with a seal from American Family Insurance of TOTALED.
So I inherited my mom's car again. Enter: The Regal. As you know, I've had issues with the USS Regal and was slightly embarrassed by the boatyness of it.
Well not anymore.
Because unbenounced to me, some green coolant was mixed with some pink coolant which made for a brown muddy substance in my radiator cap/tank thing which caused the USS Regal to need a little radiator flushing action. (ladies...DON'T MIX COOLANT COLORS!!!)
Which left me to temporarily inherit my mom's new car. One that she is very happy with and has wanted for a few years but I never thought Dad would give in.
Enter: station wagon.
Not just any station wagon. But the rounded back kind. with no cd player, leather seats, and just an overall embarrassment for anyone under 50 to be seen in.
So tonight as I trade in the Wagon for the Boat, I will be counting my blessings and will gladly tolerate the low tire light always being on and the premie gas she requires. Because at least it's not a station wagon.
I also have a fund called 'don't end up with mom's station wagon' started and it's well on it's way to breaking the vicious cycle of me inheriting her old cars.
8.20.2009
Bridezilla Picture Hoard/Whore Album #6
Allow me to weigh in on an important topic.
Facebook Wedding Albums.
Nothing makes me happier than being able to share that special moment with a couple I barely know through the means of facebook albums.
But here's the thing.
A few pictures leave me wanting more more more. Wishing I was there. Wishing I could see an awkward shot of the bride being held by all the groomsmen. Wishing I could see a jumping picture of the wedding party and perhaps a happy couple as they get sent off with bubbles/sparklers/etc.
One album leaves me neutrally content and satisfied. I've seen just enough of your wedding to know that you got your dress at David's Bridal, you have more bridesmaids than I would prefer, and I maybe shuttered when I saw the unity candle being lit because that's just an odd tradition to me. But all in all, looks like you had a nice, memorable wedding. Here's to the happy couple!
Two albums leaves me concerned I'm borderline wasting my time. but I cant stop clicking. because I'm waiting for something good. I've just seen 20 pics of you 'getting ready' with about 17 other girls and another 16 of the toasts and let's not forget 'the girls' shots which are upwards of 20 pics of the bridal party, your freshmen floor, and all the girls in your family. Probably doing Charlies' Angels shots. Which just made me shutter again because I hate Charlie's Angels posing.
Three albums. Hmm. Now you're making me wonder. If it's funny pictures from the reception, I might let it slide. If it's a photobooth or pics from your honeymoon, I'll give you those too. But I'm probably thinking you might be oversharing. and I'm worried that your fifth grade crush and old boyfriend's best friend's old girlfriend is knowing a little bit too much and you're a little bit too willing and it's a little bit annoying. Just saying.
Four or more albums is simply uncalled for.
Cool. It was the best day of your life. Cool you paid X amount of $$ and want everyone to know it. Let me be clear: I am not against wedding photography..I'm all for it actually. I am against excessive wedding albums on fbk. You should get a million pics from the greatest day of your life and keep it on a dusty dvd that you pull out for your anniversaries and let yours kids laugh at in 15 years. Maybe print out a few of the keepers to make your husband put one in his cubicle and of course use your best one for your Christmas card picture. That's what wedding pics are for. and that's what's expected.
Let's just remember that you have 700 friends on the FBK and even though they don't necessarily want to see a minute by minute documentation of 'the best day..so far ;)' they are obligated to check it out because A) they have a boring job and B) they have a boring social life so obviously C) they're going to look at every album that shows up in the dang newsfeed. But they can't help but roll their eyes when the '8-20-2009 <3 Album #4' shows up. but they click anyway.
It's my duty as your facebook acquaintance to lol at your pics. So why not give me one solid 60-ish pictured album with witty captions that will make me wish I had been invited and not want to hide you on my newsfeed. why why why. If I want more, I'll go to [insert photographer's name].blogspot.com to see them in all their satuated, sepia toned glory. Trust me. I probably will.
Exceptions to the excessive picture rule: cute kids. you can never see enough pictures of cute kids. So those don't count against you, wedding or not. Also, it's ok to have other people tag you in a million pics on your wedding. That's their 'my best friend's wedding album 3' problem to deal with, not yours.
Facebook Wedding Albums.
Nothing makes me happier than being able to share that special moment with a couple I barely know through the means of facebook albums.
But here's the thing.
A few pictures leave me wanting more more more. Wishing I was there. Wishing I could see an awkward shot of the bride being held by all the groomsmen. Wishing I could see a jumping picture of the wedding party and perhaps a happy couple as they get sent off with bubbles/sparklers/etc.
One album leaves me neutrally content and satisfied. I've seen just enough of your wedding to know that you got your dress at David's Bridal, you have more bridesmaids than I would prefer, and I maybe shuttered when I saw the unity candle being lit because that's just an odd tradition to me. But all in all, looks like you had a nice, memorable wedding. Here's to the happy couple!
Two albums leaves me concerned I'm borderline wasting my time. but I cant stop clicking. because I'm waiting for something good. I've just seen 20 pics of you 'getting ready' with about 17 other girls and another 16 of the toasts and let's not forget 'the girls' shots which are upwards of 20 pics of the bridal party, your freshmen floor, and all the girls in your family. Probably doing Charlies' Angels shots. Which just made me shutter again because I hate Charlie's Angels posing.
Three albums. Hmm. Now you're making me wonder. If it's funny pictures from the reception, I might let it slide. If it's a photobooth or pics from your honeymoon, I'll give you those too. But I'm probably thinking you might be oversharing. and I'm worried that your fifth grade crush and old boyfriend's best friend's old girlfriend is knowing a little bit too much and you're a little bit too willing and it's a little bit annoying. Just saying.
Four or more albums is simply uncalled for.
Cool. It was the best day of your life. Cool you paid X amount of $$ and want everyone to know it. Let me be clear: I am not against wedding photography..I'm all for it actually. I am against excessive wedding albums on fbk. You should get a million pics from the greatest day of your life and keep it on a dusty dvd that you pull out for your anniversaries and let yours kids laugh at in 15 years. Maybe print out a few of the keepers to make your husband put one in his cubicle and of course use your best one for your Christmas card picture. That's what wedding pics are for. and that's what's expected.
Let's just remember that you have 700 friends on the FBK and even though they don't necessarily want to see a minute by minute documentation of 'the best day..so far ;)' they are obligated to check it out because A) they have a boring job and B) they have a boring social life so obviously C) they're going to look at every album that shows up in the dang newsfeed. But they can't help but roll their eyes when the '8-20-2009 <3 Album #4' shows up. but they click anyway.
It's my duty as your facebook acquaintance to lol at your pics. So why not give me one solid 60-ish pictured album with witty captions that will make me wish I had been invited and not want to hide you on my newsfeed. why why why. If I want more, I'll go to [insert photographer's name].blogspot.com to see them in all their satuated, sepia toned glory. Trust me. I probably will.
Exceptions to the excessive picture rule: cute kids. you can never see enough pictures of cute kids. So those don't count against you, wedding or not. Also, it's ok to have other people tag you in a million pics on your wedding. That's their 'my best friend's wedding album 3' problem to deal with, not yours.
8.19.2009
Hoedown Throwdown
UPDATED: this is a combo of Wednesday and Thursday due to the fact that I cannot read the difference between 'PUBLISH' and 'SAVE NOW' when sitting in my 'SEVERE WEATHER EMERGENCY SHELTER.' (Also known as a dark basement hallway with no lights except for the spotlight gallery lighting on the 1970's artwork.)
As I sit here listening to the sirens go off, I find myself wishing these fluorescent lights would start to flicker and hoping to find myself laptopping from battery power alone.
I'm reminded of the first official PG-13 movie I ever saw in the theater. Twister. (Not to be confused with McGee & Me: Twister and Shout.) Twister was PG-13 and these were the days when the Maple Grove Mann theater carded. Or so I thought. Like showing my OJH 7th grade ID that was only used to get into dances would suddenly make it ok for me to hear a little more cursing than I was accustomed to.
Anyway, Twister opened up a whole new world for me, one sucky PG-13 movie at a time. Which is probably why I find myself drawn to the PG's to this day. It's like Twister was a letdown and I reverted back to what I knew I could always count on. Which is why I watched Hannah Montana: The Movie last night. and I cannot rave enough about the greatness that is: Tyra Banks. and wow, if Rascal Flatts ever sat on my porch and sang God Bless the Broken Road with me......I think I would pee my pants. Mainly because I'd be remembering the text that showed up on the screen at their concert last October: "God bless the broken road that lead me to this concert!! :) <3!!!
Tornado Warning. Now. (EDIT: this is where I move to the emergency shelter. This has not happened in 31 years...or so I'm told...I'm so glad I can be a part of it.)
I can't help but wonder if perhaps, just maybe, this so called "TORNADO" might be the finger of God trying to flick old Brett back where he belongs. (I'm not sure if I'm referrring to Wisconsin or Mississippi. Choose your own adventure.)
Not that I have a real opinion on the matter. I will be/am very much a bandwagoner and will proclaim the greatness of Brett Favre.......if he succeeds. If not, I will delete any blogish evidence, deny you all as friends and debunk any and all rumors that I ever was a 'Vikings Fan' by buying a cute Patriots tshirt. or maybe a generic NFL one so I can just bandwagon jump as much as I want but not need a new tshirt.
So now you know. My "love" for "minnesota sports" is "pure" and "genuine" and my "loyalty" will never "fade."
Until they start to suck.
You may notice you have not read about the Twins for a while. Well now that they've won two games in a row, and Joey Baseball is sitting at a crisp .380 so I guess I can give them a brief mention...here's to Delmon Young and Denard Span. That they continue to pop it, lock it, and polka dot it. mazel tov.
As I sit here listening to the sirens go off, I find myself wishing these fluorescent lights would start to flicker and hoping to find myself laptopping from battery power alone.
I'm reminded of the first official PG-13 movie I ever saw in the theater. Twister. (Not to be confused with McGee & Me: Twister and Shout.) Twister was PG-13 and these were the days when the Maple Grove Mann theater carded. Or so I thought. Like showing my OJH 7th grade ID that was only used to get into dances would suddenly make it ok for me to hear a little more cursing than I was accustomed to.
Anyway, Twister opened up a whole new world for me, one sucky PG-13 movie at a time. Which is probably why I find myself drawn to the PG's to this day. It's like Twister was a letdown and I reverted back to what I knew I could always count on. Which is why I watched Hannah Montana: The Movie last night. and I cannot rave enough about the greatness that is: Tyra Banks. and wow, if Rascal Flatts ever sat on my porch and sang God Bless the Broken Road with me......I think I would pee my pants. Mainly because I'd be remembering the text that showed up on the screen at their concert last October: "God bless the broken road that lead me to this concert!! :) <3!!!
Tornado Warning. Now. (EDIT: this is where I move to the emergency shelter. This has not happened in 31 years...or so I'm told...I'm so glad I can be a part of it.)
I can't help but wonder if perhaps, just maybe, this so called "TORNADO" might be the finger of God trying to flick old Brett back where he belongs. (I'm not sure if I'm referrring to Wisconsin or Mississippi. Choose your own adventure.)
Not that I have a real opinion on the matter. I will be/am very much a bandwagoner and will proclaim the greatness of Brett Favre.......if he succeeds. If not, I will delete any blogish evidence, deny you all as friends and debunk any and all rumors that I ever was a 'Vikings Fan' by buying a cute Patriots tshirt. or maybe a generic NFL one so I can just bandwagon jump as much as I want but not need a new tshirt.
So now you know. My "love" for "minnesota sports" is "pure" and "genuine" and my "loyalty" will never "fade."
Until they start to suck.
You may notice you have not read about the Twins for a while. Well now that they've won two games in a row, and Joey Baseball is sitting at a crisp .380 so I guess I can give them a brief mention...here's to Delmon Young and Denard Span. That they continue to pop it, lock it, and polka dot it. mazel tov.
8.18.2009
Waking up a Viking
Looks like KDWB is on top of their game..or on top of MY BLOG....?!
Anyway. Here you go. Waking Up a Viking.
Mine will be better. As long as I can figure out a way to get into the WBCS Studio to record it.
Anyway. Here you go. Waking Up a Viking.
Mine will be better. As long as I can figure out a way to get into the WBCS Studio to record it.
We're goin to Miami..Bienvenido a Miami.
SHHH...be quiet. Do you hear that?
brettbrett..brettbrett..brettbrett
NO, it's not Stephanie Tanner's heart when she has to pitch to the boy she likes in the championship game.
It's Favre. He's back.
I haven't seen Minneapolis/St. Paul come together like this since...well, never.
Maybe the 35W bridge collapse. Maybe the Twins in '87 or '91 although my mems are a bit blurry as I was more concerned with falling down the stairs in my walker or what to do if I couldn't open the bathroom door in Miss Shank's Kindergarten room.
This may or may not be a great thing for the Vikes, but I can confirm one thing: the hype is peaking and no one will be doing any work for the rest of the day. At least not without ESPN on the minimize.
My former Viking source says he's indifferent about Favre but is happy about the deal if it means bringing the crowds back to the Vikes and getting people behind the purple. oh and a new stadium.
In 1998 I had a Moss jersey and a 'Three Deep' poster from Burger King hanging in my room and taped the Vikings version of 'Welcome to Miami: the Vikings superbowl version" off the radio and tried to learn all the words.
Well, luckily all that memorization was not in vain. Because with the addition of Favre, it appears the Vikings may be a FAVE to make it to the superbowl. and.......................Superbowl 2010 happens to be in Miami.
COINSIDENCE? Maybe.
OR maybe God is blessing the broken road that led me astray from the Vikes for the past 10ish years and doesn't want me memorizing the lyrics to Big Willie Style to be for nothing.
Which means I'll be making a few slight name changes to this... or perhaps work out some cutsey favre-ish vikings lyrics to this. TBD.
brettbrett..brettbrett..brettbrett
NO, it's not Stephanie Tanner's heart when she has to pitch to the boy she likes in the championship game.
It's Favre. He's back.
I haven't seen Minneapolis/St. Paul come together like this since...well, never.
Maybe the 35W bridge collapse. Maybe the Twins in '87 or '91 although my mems are a bit blurry as I was more concerned with falling down the stairs in my walker or what to do if I couldn't open the bathroom door in Miss Shank's Kindergarten room.
This may or may not be a great thing for the Vikes, but I can confirm one thing: the hype is peaking and no one will be doing any work for the rest of the day. At least not without ESPN on the minimize.
My former Viking source says he's indifferent about Favre but is happy about the deal if it means bringing the crowds back to the Vikes and getting people behind the purple. oh and a new stadium.
In 1998 I had a Moss jersey and a 'Three Deep' poster from Burger King hanging in my room and taped the Vikings version of 'Welcome to Miami: the Vikings superbowl version" off the radio and tried to learn all the words.
Well, luckily all that memorization was not in vain. Because with the addition of Favre, it appears the Vikings may be a FAVE to make it to the superbowl. and.......................Superbowl 2010 happens to be in Miami.
COINSIDENCE? Maybe.
OR maybe God is blessing the broken road that led me astray from the Vikes for the past 10ish years and doesn't want me memorizing the lyrics to Big Willie Style to be for nothing.
Which means I'll be making a few slight name changes to this... or perhaps work out some cutsey favre-ish vikings lyrics to this. TBD.
8.17.2009
Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow!
Everyone knows Milwaukee is the mecca for all things hot, up, happening, fresh, etc.
This guy and this song seem to be a big deal there. Sonia thought he was singing "I like her, I wanna wipe her, I wanna take her home and put her in a diaper."
Turns out, Ray Nitti just wants to WIFE you. As does Antonio.
I know I would "husband" anyone who shook a water bottle at me for 4 minutes to a beat like this.
ummm...here's his music video. Please also note the Brewers bling Ray Nitti is sporting. THANK YOU WISCONSIN.
This guy and this song seem to be a big deal there. Sonia thought he was singing "I like her, I wanna wipe her, I wanna take her home and put her in a diaper."
Turns out, Ray Nitti just wants to WIFE you. As does Antonio.
I know I would "husband" anyone who shook a water bottle at me for 4 minutes to a beat like this.
ummm...here's his music video. Please also note the Brewers bling Ray Nitti is sporting. THANK YOU WISCONSIN.
VH1 has done it yet again..
Not everyone is as up on pop culture as me. Which is why I share my knowledge with you. So you can pretend to be.So I shared with you about More to Love. and now it is my honor, duty and privilege to introduce you to another tv show to love. You will love it more than More to Love.
My Antonio.
Now, I realize that you are probably borderline snobbish and once a band gets popular you think they've sold out and you move on to the next unknown band right before they hit it big. And your favorite channels are the Food Network and the History Channel and the Discovery Channel or heck, TLC because you 'love to learn.'
Well, my friends. You are better than me.
My Antonio is the best VH1 dating show ever. Better than Rock of Love. Better than Rock of Love 2. Better than Rock of Love Bus. Better than Scott Baio 45 and Pregnant. Better than I Love New York. Better than ALL OF THEM.
Want to know why?
Because within the first 5 minutes, Antonio Sabato, Jr. boats on up to his ladiez, takes his clothes off, gives a big stretch, dives in and swims to the girls.
It was so natural.
He eliminates Natalia a couple minutes later because of her hands and feet. This was her response:
“My hands and my feet are tiny,” she says. “You can go look back at my high school books. I’ve gotten best hands and best feet.”
WHAT?
Ok, so we know it's a good show. So I'll keep watching.
Antonio then leads the girls to a pile of cow skulls where he has a present for them: running shoes. He wants to see how athletic they are. So they have to mountain goat it up a sand mountain in their dresses and running shoes. One of the girls wishes she 'wore better underwear.'
The muscley girl won.
Then they go relax and I can tell already I'm REALLY GONNA LOVE ANJU. She's full of good lines.
There's a girl named Sara who cries a lot and there's a Playboy girl who doesn't like to be judged and then Antonio's mom eliminates a girl because she looks like all the girls he's dated in his previous 36 years of dating.
After some manis/pedis, Antonio has to eliminate a girl. He narrows it down to Anju and some other girl who was barely in the episode. He picks the unknownish girl because Anju says she can't be with just one person. Antonio says he's here to find love. Anju has to get on the 'Ciao Bella' boat and doesn't care because she doesn't like to climb mountains anyway.
This is GOOD TV. But I can hardly keep up..
So here's a recap of the ladiez: We started with 13. Bad hands and feet girl leaves us with 12. Mom kicks off the fake girl and we're down to 11. Antonio puts Anju on the Ciao Bella boat because they are not compatible and here we are at 10.
BUT WAIT....enter: Antonio's ex-wife. Here to win him back.
Wow. Who loves Sunday nights now!?
Me.
Yuddah yuddah bess, yuddah yuddah bess
Another weekend, another trip to Wisconsin.
I'm starting to build a stronger tolerance to dairy, country music, and tailgating. All foreign things to me until Wisconsin hit me with her best shot. (and no, I didn't have/listen/do any of those, but I'm just getting comfortable to the idea of them.)
The toughest thing about this vigorous schedule of driving for 8-10 hours every weekend is the high maintenance diva I've had to tote with me the past couple times. She's very particular about what I can feed her and her temp. Oh and she hates when I have any sort of bass on when I'm trying to blast 'Party in the USA' or something cool like that. So I listened to pure treble for 5 hours. plus another 5 hours. 10 hours of treble.
The Regal has many issues. She certainly doesn't party like it's 1999 anymore, that's for dang sure. Honestly, I'm not sure if she's more comparable to a hormonal teenage girl or a senial old woman. Either way...she's hard to be around. As smooth as she tries to appear in all her two tone glory, sister is a b to park and even harder to keep happy.
We got in a scuffle only 90ish minutes into my drive on Saturday and so after doing the handslap 'don't make me pull this car over' thing, I took a mandatory pitstop in Osseo, WI to let myself (and the radiator) cool off. I poored $11 worth of coolant into her to try to shut her up and she spit it back out. So I bought another one for safety sake and said stfu. Because honestly, what can you say back to that?
answer: nothing. So we drove the rest of the way ignoring each other. I ignored the low tire, low coolant lights and she ignored my wish to have bass so i could listen to this song the way it was meant to be listened to. (61 times, for the record. 61 DOWNS)
Anyway. I made it to Milwaukee. Did some stuff. Saw some people. Then I made it to Minneapolis. and now I'm issuing myself a warrent for car abuse and I'm not allowing myself to cross state lines until I turn myself into Jiffy Lube and apologize profusely for going way over since the last oil change. Turns out Mom never drove the Regal past Zachary Square so her oil changes were 1x/year. Which may be why she's so crabby.
and YES MOM, I'm enjoying driving the FORD.
I'm starting to build a stronger tolerance to dairy, country music, and tailgating. All foreign things to me until Wisconsin hit me with her best shot. (and no, I didn't have/listen/do any of those, but I'm just getting comfortable to the idea of them.)
The toughest thing about this vigorous schedule of driving for 8-10 hours every weekend is the high maintenance diva I've had to tote with me the past couple times. She's very particular about what I can feed her and her temp. Oh and she hates when I have any sort of bass on when I'm trying to blast 'Party in the USA' or something cool like that. So I listened to pure treble for 5 hours. plus another 5 hours. 10 hours of treble.
The Regal has many issues. She certainly doesn't party like it's 1999 anymore, that's for dang sure. Honestly, I'm not sure if she's more comparable to a hormonal teenage girl or a senial old woman. Either way...she's hard to be around. As smooth as she tries to appear in all her two tone glory, sister is a b to park and even harder to keep happy.
We got in a scuffle only 90ish minutes into my drive on Saturday and so after doing the handslap 'don't make me pull this car over' thing, I took a mandatory pitstop in Osseo, WI to let myself (and the radiator) cool off. I poored $11 worth of coolant into her to try to shut her up and she spit it back out. So I bought another one for safety sake and said stfu. Because honestly, what can you say back to that?
answer: nothing. So we drove the rest of the way ignoring each other. I ignored the low tire, low coolant lights and she ignored my wish to have bass so i could listen to this song the way it was meant to be listened to. (61 times, for the record. 61 DOWNS)
Anyway. I made it to Milwaukee. Did some stuff. Saw some people. Then I made it to Minneapolis. and now I'm issuing myself a warrent for car abuse and I'm not allowing myself to cross state lines until I turn myself into Jiffy Lube and apologize profusely for going way over since the last oil change. Turns out Mom never drove the Regal past Zachary Square so her oil changes were 1x/year. Which may be why she's so crabby.
and YES MOM, I'm enjoying driving the FORD.
8.14.2009
YAYz & NAYz
No time 4 complete sentences.
take what u can get.
YAYz..........NAYz
My very FIRST Brewers game tomorrow.........................5 hours of driving alone.
86 roommates reunion.....................minus KHood, Alfie, wooden Frankenstein from the junkyard, Billy Bomb, and the friendly mice who helped me get dressed and clean my closet room.
Found tickets on craigslist..................must meet WI man @ his family gathering upon my arrival.
It's Friday AFTERNOON.......................but only 2:30.
Ryan Braun and JJ Hottie...................................they're no Joe Mauer.
take what u can get.
YAYz..........NAYz
My very FIRST Brewers game tomorrow.........................5 hours of driving alone.
86 roommates reunion.....................minus KHood, Alfie, wooden Frankenstein from the junkyard, Billy Bomb, and the friendly mice who helped me get dressed and clean my closet room.
Found tickets on craigslist..................must meet WI man @ his family gathering upon my arrival.
It's Friday AFTERNOON.......................but only 2:30.
Ryan Braun and JJ Hottie...................................they're no Joe Mauer.
I ran everyday this week....................................I have to run tonight.
Downloaded a new song as running motivation............................it's an Akon one that sucks.
S'All 4 Now.
8.13.2009
Yes we can! but do we have to?
Things you missed out on hearing about while I forgot to blog this week:
Me going to the Wisconsin State Fair. Rather than gaining weight from the tempting dairy products and things on sticks, I think it's safe to say I lost 6 lbs due to sweating profusely.
I did enter the wonderful world of cream puffs and approved. Also, I took the liberty of people watching in West Allis (not West Dallas) and noted the dress code for the benefit of any future visits:
Me going to the Wisconsin State Fair. Rather than gaining weight from the tempting dairy products and things on sticks, I think it's safe to say I lost 6 lbs due to sweating profusely.
I did enter the wonderful world of cream puffs and approved. Also, I took the liberty of people watching in West Allis (not West Dallas) and noted the dress code for the benefit of any future visits:
- girls: tube tops.
- boys: shirts with sleeves ripped off.
- kids: kool-aid/snowcone mustaches.
- everyone: jean shorts.
Trail Trends. Cutting edge outfits to wear when you're biking: Singlets. (singlettes? singlits? Whatever, the thing you would wear if you were a high school wrestler. or any age wrestler I suppose). Apparently they are acceptable for both men and women. The first time I saw one was last week. A hefty girl was sporting one as she sped by me on her Schwinn. I thought about it for awhile. And thought maybe it was a dare. Or maybe it was a one off. But in the past 7 days, I have seen it 3 times. Granted, I've seen that hefty girl twice. So really only twice. But the other one was an elderly man with a santa beard last night. That's when I knew I need to take a look at the Eastbay catalog and order one in every color.
Another trend I noticed is a man I see rollerblading nearly everyday. We act kind of like we know each other now even though I usually smile and look away because little does he know the reason why I'm smiling is not because I recognize him from the day before, but because he always wear white BikeSport biker shorts and speed skates down the path back and forth at a perfectly bent over 90 degree angle and looks absolutely ridiculous.
So there you have it. Singlets and white biker shorts.
Baby are you down down down down down (doooown, doooown). I've listened to this song for roughly 6 days straight with no shame and found myself curious as to who was the musical genius behind the lyrics of this song. Also, I will admit to you also that I tried numerous times to count how many times they say the word DOWN, but always lose count when it comes to the 'down like the economy' part.
Waiting. Yesterday I did a lot of waiting. Let me repeat. A LOT OF WAITING. I wrote a really really really long blog about it but then I felt bad because it was basically a 20 minute long rant about the medical/pharmeceutical field and how much my life sucks and blahblahblah complain complain complain. Just as I was about to post it, someone gave me a free piece of pizza and a diet coke and I realized life's not so bad.
Also, I remembered Hannah Montana the movie is on my Netflix queue, due to arrive in less than one week. and my sister Megan is NOT excited about it and I will NOT write anything on her wall about it.
Meanwhile, who wants to go see Band Slam with me in the theater?
Just kidding.
Unless you want to go. In which case, fine.
8.12.2009
GET READY.
It's the most wonderful time of the year. The time of year where my self esteem shoots through the roof and I discover that I do indeed have a soft heart like my mom always suspected.
Who would have guessed that watching an 18 year old boy lose 10 lbs would move a person to tears?
You know it's going to be a good season when the PREVIEW makes you cry.
Ok, the first girl, I'm not going to even talk about her. She's the girl America voted on last season. I have little to no sympathy for 'no guys ask for my phone number' complaints. Maybe I just saw too many tears shed about this before. Which leads me to believe sister is on the WRONG SHOW.
ABBY. abby, abby, abby. Talk about a tear jerker SLASH crowd fave. Everyone's rooting for this girl and the show hasn't even started yet. Rooting for her via the Biggest Loser message boards, which of course, I have no time to look at. I haven't even had time to blog the past few days!
and FINALLY. my main man, Daniel. I love this kid. Love him love him love him. He worked his butt off last season but since he had a crappy roommate who thought being healthy was getting 4 hotdogs instead of 5, Danny boy suffered. Luckily, he has a second chance and I can already tell you, he'll be the one I'm cheering for AND/OR crying for.
Needless to say I'm praying these next 31 days FLY BY. I cannot handle many more Biggest Loserless Tuesdays.
Reasons why I love the show include, but are not limited to:
1. Kelsey crying before the 'Last Week's Recap' is even over and providing us with a constant show of covering her face and sniffling away tears for one solid hour.
2. Lindsay becoming Facebook friends with all the contestants.
3. Watching the first episode of the contestants and having Sonia say 'WOAH, you could slide a dollar bill in that thing!' about their belly buttons.
4. It reminds me to drink more Brita water, chew more Extra sugar free gum, and buy more Jennie-o, Jello, and Cheerios. All subliminally, of course.
8.10.2009
gotta get that boom boom BOOOOOM
Allow me to debunk any rumors you've heard that involves me slacking on this blog. My goal was to make myself do this m-f. But when I have days off, I consider that not a m-f. it's just kind of a bonus weekend day. I've been having a lot of bonus days lately. So sorry to the 6 of you that care.
Most of the days you don't see me posting on here, chances are pretty good I'm in an ongoing battle with torrential rain and unfair amounts of humidity and let me tell you...it is not pretty. There have been a lot of innocent victims along the way and I sense this next month will be the worst of it. Wake me up when September ends. Until then, I'm keeping my flag at half staff and my straightener is officially on sabatical until it mans up and can do it's job.
I've never been a fan of the wave at the metrodome because it's so gigantic and there are so many people who aren't into that it's just weak and not cool. Well the same thing happens to my hair. A weak attempt at the wave always is a letdown.
Also a letdown: a weak clap. Derek is really good at the weak clap. If you're going to give something a weak clap, it probably doesn't deserve any clap. General rule of thumb.
Another letdown: a weak high five.
And finally, the final letdown: the Twins.
Most of the days you don't see me posting on here, chances are pretty good I'm in an ongoing battle with torrential rain and unfair amounts of humidity and let me tell you...it is not pretty. There have been a lot of innocent victims along the way and I sense this next month will be the worst of it. Wake me up when September ends. Until then, I'm keeping my flag at half staff and my straightener is officially on sabatical until it mans up and can do it's job.
I've never been a fan of the wave at the metrodome because it's so gigantic and there are so many people who aren't into that it's just weak and not cool. Well the same thing happens to my hair. A weak attempt at the wave always is a letdown.
Also a letdown: a weak clap. Derek is really good at the weak clap. If you're going to give something a weak clap, it probably doesn't deserve any clap. General rule of thumb.
Another letdown: a weak high five.
And finally, the final letdown: the Twins.
8.06.2009
PPV
In an epic battle of who knows me best, I have narrowed it down to one final matchup.
Netflix vs. Pandora.
The rest of the bracket included past heavy hitters such as T9 texting, Recommended Just For You iTunes store thing, and Top 25 Most Played list along with the newcomers of the hide option for Facebook newsfeeds that allows me only care about a select few people and the Genius thing in iTunes that recommends me "new" music...almost always something by a 15 year old girl or a band that's been around for 25+ years.
Basically, as obscure as I may seem to the avg. blog reader, my laptop 'gets' me. Better than I get myself usually.
Unlike the advertising on my blog. Apparently only 2 of you were interested in BBW or Chubby Singles after that More to Love post last week. Thanks for the financial support, I will tell Google to make that $0.06 out to "Bethel" as that's where 98% of my earnings go these days.
So next week will be the final faceoff. Watch for it on PPV.
Netflix vs. Pandora.
The rest of the bracket included past heavy hitters such as T9 texting, Recommended Just For You iTunes store thing, and Top 25 Most Played list along with the newcomers of the hide option for Facebook newsfeeds that allows me only care about a select few people and the Genius thing in iTunes that recommends me "new" music...almost always something by a 15 year old girl or a band that's been around for 25+ years.
Basically, as obscure as I may seem to the avg. blog reader, my laptop 'gets' me. Better than I get myself usually.
Unlike the advertising on my blog. Apparently only 2 of you were interested in BBW or Chubby Singles after that More to Love post last week. Thanks for the financial support, I will tell Google to make that $0.06 out to "Bethel" as that's where 98% of my earnings go these days.
So next week will be the final faceoff. Watch for it on PPV.
8.05.2009
WOAHmygosh
If I had one wish when I woke up this morning, it would be that I'd wake up when my alarm went off.
That didn't happen. Because it rarely does these days. I think the ODing on puppychow must have something to do with it. Or perhaps the napping after work and then staying up until 2. Either way, what I wouldn't give for a decent excuse for being late aside from "I was up late watching Friday Night Lights."
Although to my credit, I now can get ready in under 20 minutes and not have my boss tell me I look tired and then say "Oh to be in my 20's again...don't tell me what you did last night, I don't think I even want to know!"
What? I napped. Watched the Twins kill Cleveland. and then did lunges to Kelly Clarkson next to an Asian man who also made an appearance in my dreams last night.
If that doesn't sound like a wild night of a 23 year old, I don't know what wild is.
Really, I don' t think I do.
So if I had another wish, I'd wish that my meetings were cancelled today so I could catch up on work and still have a little time to blog...BAM. Wish granted.
8.04.2009
The fastest route to a hot body
Jon and Kate. Did you watch? ME NEITHER. I do not support since it is no longer about Aiden and Hannah and how they are way cuter than the other 6 and is now about taking sides and Ed Hardy baby clothes.
Not interested.
I had better things to do like laughing when Lindsay was telling a story and Kelsey said "really?" and Lindsay said "YAH, I AM DEAD KIDDING!"
I think it was a combo of "I'm not kidding" and "I'm dead serious" but we will never be too sure.
Speaking of Gondsay Lirt, here are some things that have kept me laughing way past my bedtime that you should probably try..
Switching the first letter of a last name with the first letter of the first name. Think...Warbara Balters and Ghoopi Woldberg. "Monia" and I had some sleepless nights junior year because of this game. OH and probably a week's worth of not paying attention in Methods. Sorry Pegz. (Or should I say Kegz.)
Calling people by their T9 name. I would be lying to you if I told you I didn't laugh for a full 5 minutes about 'Abby Sonia Anna' translated into T9= Baby Sonic Bomb.
Switching the first TWO letter of the last name with the first TWO letters of the first name. I did this by accident the other day when I said "Gory Jert" which led me to Gondsay Lirt which led me down a long road of laughing to myself.
It was all fun and games until I got frusterated about having too many consonants in my name. I will never have a cool name in the name games.
life sucks.
Not interested.
I had better things to do like laughing when Lindsay was telling a story and Kelsey said "really?" and Lindsay said "YAH, I AM DEAD KIDDING!"
I think it was a combo of "I'm not kidding" and "I'm dead serious" but we will never be too sure.
Speaking of Gondsay Lirt, here are some things that have kept me laughing way past my bedtime that you should probably try..
Switching the first letter of a last name with the first letter of the first name. Think...Warbara Balters and Ghoopi Woldberg. "Monia" and I had some sleepless nights junior year because of this game. OH and probably a week's worth of not paying attention in Methods. Sorry Pegz. (Or should I say Kegz.)
Calling people by their T9 name. I would be lying to you if I told you I didn't laugh for a full 5 minutes about 'Abby Sonia Anna' translated into T9= Baby Sonic Bomb.
Switching the first TWO letter of the last name with the first TWO letters of the first name. I did this by accident the other day when I said "Gory Jert" which led me to Gondsay Lirt which led me down a long road of laughing to myself.
It was all fun and games until I got frusterated about having too many consonants in my name. I will never have a cool name in the name games.
life sucks.
8.03.2009
13 going on 30
I would like to wish a very happy bday to my sister Kelly who's pushing 30 and my sister Megan who is also pushing 30 from me, your sister who is no where near 30.
30 flirty and fabulous.
Here's the part where I admit to you that I took a nap yesterday while watching...(drumroll please) The Babysitter's Club Movie. You may remember it from 1993ish. You may remember having a crush on Luka. and you may remember the part when he finds out Stacy is only 13 and yells 'THUR-TEEN!? THUR-TEEN?! THUR-TEEN!?' in the cab in his cute european accent.
That's how I woke up from my nap.
I would much prefer waking up to Luka yelling 13 rather than the t-mobile jingle. But until I get a new phone, I'm not sure that's possible. Which will probably be in 2014. When I'm free of my contract.
Things I learned this weekend:
30 flirty and fabulous.
Here's the part where I admit to you that I took a nap yesterday while watching...(drumroll please) The Babysitter's Club Movie. You may remember it from 1993ish. You may remember having a crush on Luka. and you may remember the part when he finds out Stacy is only 13 and yells 'THUR-TEEN!? THUR-TEEN?! THUR-TEEN!?' in the cab in his cute european accent.
That's how I woke up from my nap.
I would much prefer waking up to Luka yelling 13 rather than the t-mobile jingle. But until I get a new phone, I'm not sure that's possible. Which will probably be in 2014. When I'm free of my contract.
Things I learned this weekend:
- I don't know how to make puppy chow
- I don't know how to cut watermelon
- You can buy phones from places other than tmobile (what!?)
- and finally..I can catch
Allow me to explain a bit.
First. We partied like it was 1999 on Saturday. Meaning: we watched She's All That, American Pie, and stuffed our faces with Doritos and Puppy Chow. But guess who was in charge of the puppy chow and has never made it before? me. Guess who thought it was going to be so easy and it wasn't? me. Guess who had to salvage it? Becky. But guess who finished it off today for breakfast? me.
Second. I apparently not only am an inadequate puppy chow chef, but also watermelon cutter.
Third. I always thought you had to buy phones from your provider. I had no idea you can buy phones on ebay. and ___ and ____ and a million other places apparently. Am I dumb? Don't answer that.
FINALLY. Dana was nice enough to give his Twins tix to me on Friday which were AWESOME seats. My sister said 'Look there's the hoopman from the Timberwolves games!' I stood up and said 'where? where?' since I am a big fan of the hoopman and BAM. he pointed his tshirt gun at me and the dang thing sailed right into my hot little hands. It was a direct hit much to the dismay of the man to the left of Kelsey who, yes, got to first base trying to catch the shirt and also much to the dismay of the handicapped man in front of us who stared at the shirt sitting in my lap for the next 6 innings.
So not only am a one tshirt richer, but i also have a newfound confidence in my athleticism. I've doubted my ability to catch ever since junior year when steven used to throw bouncy balls at me in the RA meetings because he thought it was funny that my reaction was to duck and not catch.
Who's laughing now? mainly me..because I tend to laugh at my own jokes and I'm still laughing about Kelsey letting that man get to 1st base over a tshirt.
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