HSM3!!!

I love HSM... I'm a closet fan - well, I guess not so much anymore. But this makes me laugh every time I see it!

Miaken... I'm using you... Hope you don't mind! :) Enjoy.

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Ladies... Its Not Our Fault!!!

no news?!

When the majority of news is bad news, I suppose this is a breath of fresh air.

Enjoy :)

91 and Counting

Okay, my disclaimer first for all those out there reading. I'm not looking, not interested, and not found wanting... but this is entertaining.

In the last few days dating back to Thursday, my Yahoo personal page has got I-kid-U-not: 91 hits. I've had my yahoo personal page for probably two years. I'm a casual user who doesn't do much with it. In fact, I haven't tried to use it as a way to meet someone in about 6-7 months. Its become something of a curiosity. I log in to see who's checking me out. And in the span of two years, I think I've had a total of maybe ninety people check out my profile. and no more than seven in a given week. I think seven is good. Until now...

Well the stars must be in line, or something crazy because since thursday (I have to say it again) 91 clicks to my page and somewhere in the neighborhood of 25 messages in my inbox...

Now don't let the numbers confuse you. The odds are definitely good... but the goods are a bit odd.

so far some of the latest headlines are:

minnesota nice

- someone forgot to tell her MN nice, really isn't that nice!

looking for a guy like U

- U don't know me yet.

looking for someone special

cool... but seen this one like a dozen times.

(reads a book in waiting room) 'sigh'

- what book is so exciting that a: you sigh, and b: you put it in your headline... definitely not warranting any attention.

looking for love in all the wrong places

- is that something you want to advertise?

beautiful girl waiting for commitment

- thats like showing up for a blind date with a promise ring.

this is the best one today:

willing to lie about how we met

--like it, because I understand how meeting someone online may be taboo... but really?!? :)

Okay, so mine (no parachutes or safety nets here) isn't the best. But I stayed away from the: Hi-nice-guy-looking-for-my-number-one-special-are-you-out-there-one-more-click-type-of-girl. I mean really. If you want to meet, either get a glamour shot, b/c most of them need one, or find something that peaks interest. Most don't... go figure. I think I'm going to change my next tagline to: "if you don't want my worst, you don't deserve my best" May not be the best one but its definitely better than:

Last item on the clearance rack?

So here I find myself in Packer-Garb. Some say I should feel honored to wear such a hallowed Jersey, but personally, not feeling the love. Most of you know I've grown up as a Viking fan. Even though my team is something to be desired, (five wins this year would probably be considered a success) I've still got that purple pride. So why? The reason... I lost a bet. And being the good sport I am, trekked over to the local Khols, grabbed the most convenient green and gold ensemble, and started snapping pictures. Well, one was all that was needed for posterity. Take a good look, you won't see it again!

New Meaning to Oktoberfest

There I was, sitting in Green Mill, sharing a drink and an appetizer with a friend and my cell phone rings....

"hello?"

It was my dad, we'd been trying to connect in order to get some tickets to a concert next week, Gov't Mule and Grace Potter (super excited, can't wait to go!) After deciding on a course of action we said our goodbyes and I hung up...

"KER-PLUNK!"

"What the...." I stammer as I start to fish my phone out of my mug leiney's Oktoberfest...

Action couldn't stop laughing, and I had the most bewildered look on my face. yes, My phone, as I was hanging up, somehow shot out of my hand and into my drink. I mean i pride myself in being able to hit a basket, but this was... was... as Vizzini would say: "Inconceivable!"

After our server stopped by and we cleaned up the spilled beer, we continued our night until we parted. I awoke this morning to a cell phone that still smelled of beer and failed to turn on. I rolled out of bed and proceeded to the nearest verizon store to buy a new phone. I think that was the most expensive glass of beer I've ever drank.

Its a good thing it tasted good.

LOL

Gotta love this!

Squirrels...

We (my roommates and I) have a tendency to leave the door to our porch open during the day, basically for fresh air and to allow for the puppies to go in and out at their leisure.

The last week and a half, I've walked around the corner to see squirrels running out the door. And one time, I was chilling on the couch reading, when a squirrel creeped in and Dodger, my parrot, threw him a nut... and as the squirrel started to eat, I said something, startled the squirrel, and it vanished out the door.

Monday, as I'm getting ready for class, my roommates fiance` walks up and says with a smile.. "you have a pet squirrel." I shoot him a look and go downstairs with him, when I find a squirrel in Dodger's cage. Apparently there were two in there when he walked down initially. one had jumped out of the cage and ran into the house, and so to keep the other from doing the same, he closed the door. So this squirrel is jumping all around in this 6 foot cage, eating out of dodger's bowl.. jumping some more, crawling all over the inside of it, when it stops where I am standing. So decide to pet it. And as I'm scratching its stomach, he seems to calm down, I turn the cage, open the door, and he jumps out the door back to his real home!

snap, crackle, pop

This weekend is big. really big. My father has been officially inaugurated as president, and many festivities have and will follow. One of which followed the ceremony was a reception and ball. It has been wonderful so far. I've seen a lot of friends and family, met many people and overall have had a wonderful time... until I broke her fingers.

Yes, I broke some student's finger or fingers. It could be a simple dislocation, however... from what I saw, felt and heard. I'm pretty sure they're broken. You're probably wondering how...let me paint a picture: we were dancing. yes we were cuttin-some-rug, but to be honest, I'd danced with her earlier in the evening, and our rhythm's didn't quite match up. Not to say she didn't have any, or couldn't dance, but it required a little more effort to blend with how she moved.

She had tracked me down to dance, it was later in the evening, so much drinking had taken place. I remember earlier, while dancing, that she was prone to slip and fall. I don't know if it was her shoes, her, or some other element. But I was taking that into consideration while dancing with her... That being said, as I turned her, I felt her fall and I tightened up to keep her from hitting the ground. Well, apparently she did the same thing... next thing I felt and heard was a pop-pop-pop. Her hand in mine, her fingers snapped and crackled... I dropped to the floor, she began to try and reset her fingers when I stopped her and helped her off the dance floor. She refused to go the ER, and decided to tough it out until she could go to the school the next day and get x-rayed. A splint was put on, a few shots were taken, and my ego was bruised. What are the chances?

NYE Debacle

I had made a commitment to go to an 80's themed party, which to be honest, I was super excited for, I also had been invited to another friends, which I know would have been great fun. So I apologize greatly to you two for not coming... but maybe its karma, because here is what my night ended up looking like:

There's really one reason why I decided to go where I did. The weather. I know, poor excuse, but I have a rear wheel drive vehicle, and my roommate was convincing me to attend his friends party, so I figured it would be safer and less driving if we just went out together. So off we went. We got there, and it was pretty quiet initially, and most of the people of were expected didn't show because of previous said reason. I can't fault them, but I at least ventured somewhere.... so pretty lame. But the tone of the night was set about 20 minutes into the party when a group of guys, 7 or so, started coming through the back door. One of the guys was swearing, the others were laughing and prodding.. whatever, I did what I shouldn't have done. I went to see what the deal was. As the guy walked in, he puckered up and asked for a kiss... I turned my cheek, kissed me, but unsatisfied demanded that I kiss him on the lips... WTF--Stupid drunk gay people... for real. But, I figured just to get it over with, what the hell... I gave him his peck, then he pursued to ask if I was gay... go figure. We had eleven queens in the house and only two of them were actually of the female sex. That should have been my sign right there to leave... We ended up playing a drinking game, and Texas hold-em. It wasn't my night to play cards either. My first hand I went all in with pocket aces, and got my ass handed to me by a guy holding a three -card. Whatever... the next game I came back and had three-quarter of the chips when my roommate (because his recent girl was calling) decided to continue to go all in.... The chump drew 4 pairs in a row, not to mention a jack/king... and he beat me on pocket aces. It was not my night for cards. And the only action I got was from a some drunk drama queen bitching about his sterling silver chain getting wet in the snow.

But I did manage to avoid another kissing queen. After counting down, one of the guys was making his rounds, after kissing my roommate (which I found pretty entertaining), he leaned over to kiss me, before I could react, he slipped and fell behind the chair dumping is drink all over himself. That was funny... but by the time he gathered himself, he had aborted said mission to go clean up.

While driving home, Matt and I decided that was the wrong party to attend. So next year. There is always next year. Three hundred sixty-four more days before a new-year's redemption.

damn cherries

part of me can't believe I'm still awake. I'm so spent... I've had a day like no other. hmmm... How about I start with last night:

So as I was driving home last night from softball. It was quite late, right around 11:30 p.m. I'm so tired, I just can't wait to get home so I can curl up under those welcoming sheets! As I sit at the stoplight I see the light change from green to yellow to red. I start to creep forward. I can just feel my head hitting the pillow! But it doesn't change... What's taking so long! In the three seconds it takes for my light to turn green, all my thoughts are consumed with trying to get as much sleep as possible! while I'm envisioning a deep, restful, 4 hour sleep, a police officer pulls up behind me. All of this is happening as I'm creeping into the intersection in my hurry to get home.
The light turns green... FINALLY!



As I'm turning, I realize that the car behind me looks an awful like a police vehicle (I notice by the blinker of all things). I think "it can't be!" I start looking in all my mirrors, searching for telling proof that my assumptions are correct... to my dismay... they are :( So I begin to think that he couldn't possibly pull me over for the anticipation of a green light in the middle of the night... on a dead street. After following for approximately .72 miles, I suddenly become blinded by the cherries flashing in my rear view mirror. "shit." is all I can think... as a flurry of other thoughts flood my mind. As I pull over, looking for my wallet I become even more blinded by that damn spotlight. And if thats not bad enough, he proceeds to do further damage to my pupils as he shines his flashlight into my eyes... so I can't see a thing. I mean give me a break! He then asks me a series of questions that involve my plates/license and of course South Dakota. After the barrage of questioning ceases, he takes my DL back to the squad car. As I wait, thoughts of my pillow begin to overwhelm me once more. If it weren't for that damn blinding flashlight flashing in my mirrors as he walked back, he would have found me with my eyes closed. As I turn, squinting and adjusting to the blinding light yet again, he begins to ask another set of questions. All pertaining to my recent state of complete exhaustion. Have I been drinking? Am I on any medications? Any drugs? Are you sure? Yes I'm sure... No drugs, no alcohol.. I'm tired!! He then thrusts something that looks like a pipe connected to some black box into my face and tells me to blow... to ensure that I haven't been drinking... "keep blowing..." he insists.. So I blow... and blow... and blow. How long do I have to blow?!? I start to wonder... then he says "okay" almost in a disappointment. He should be ecstatic that no alcohol was involved... but I guess the "I got you" mentality was to overcoming for him. At that moment I began to receive a lecture on how I shouldn't creep out into an intersection until the green light changes. Whatever..... Where's my pillow... blanket... ahhhh.... sleep!

"BEEP!---BEEP!---BEEP!" ... "BEEP!---BEEP!--BEEP!"
4:18 already. I can't sleep any later or else I'll be late. I'm already late too much as it is.... oh.. why can't I sleep in?!? As I drag myself out of bed... half asleep, I turn on my shower... "I got at least another 90 seconds before the water is hot... I lunge for my bed... any amount of time will be better than no more. 90 seconds? give it to me...I'm all over it. I dive face first into my pillow... so sweet it is!

"BEEP!---BEEP!---BEEP!" ... I didn't completely shut of my alarm and now its screaming: GET UP! over and over again... Alarms now have become the devil. I shuffle into the shower, hoping to wake me up...

I get to work, I, of course, am my always chipper self. How do I do it? Its like a disease? no matter how little sleep, gotta have energy... gotta be happy... I swear, I don't get myself sometimes! But I'm happy... and I'm trying to make it infectious without annoying. (is that even possible?) Its Sara and I, Molly comes into work around 6:15... Marnee around 7.
7:02 am, the phone rings.. its Marnee, she can't come in, sick kids---let the circus begin! The three of us work like ants to get through the morning rush, Sara thankfully stays an hour later... Molly cannot stay any later. At the same time in all of this, we have practically ran out of milk, we've called eagan to pick some up, but have no one to go get it. All the sudden there is some interviewee whom needs to shadow Marnee... who is not there. Guess who gets to get it? Me!!! Yahoo... on top of trying to do P&L, put away warehouse, finish the deposit, order milk, go get milk from another store, get ready to do a new employee orientation and find someone to come in to help... I get to be shadowed. Welcome to management. To be honest loved it! It was just crazy enough to be in control and exciting (if you can call it that...).

Fast forward through all the madness, and I've taken the deposit to the bank. gotten the receipts of our deposit for proof, started to run a few last errands. As Im doing them, I notice that one of our deposit bags has a rather large bulge. Thats strange...I wonder. But i look in there to find the entire deposit. The teller had managed to take a deposit, given me a receipt for that deposit, and given the money back. I like this guy... I better come in more often when he's working!!
I look at it... smile... and think: "is this a test or what..." as I count the $800 to ensure its all there, I think "I need to take this back, but who would know if I took it" but that thought was fleeting at best. I turned around and took the money back to mr. teller... explaining what I thought the mistake was... and getting a very grateful sigh of relief from him.

And now its well after 11.. almost 12... I've been up for 20 hrs or so... and well...I'm tired, but I get to sleep in tomorrow.... I don't have to wake up until 7:30!!! How I love, love, LOVE my bed!!!