Today is Girl's Wednesday. It's the day at work where the boys don't come in because they work longer hours the rest of the week. So we talk about all kinds of girl things that we can't talk about when the boys are here. Last week when the tornado hit we went wedding dress shopping. Two weeks before that we talked about periods. Oh, the joys of being girls only.
Last night my mother in law, sister in law and niece came over for dinner. My mother in law recently moved to Colorado so it was nice to see her. Ross had to work late and his sister was late too so for awhile it was just me and my other mom. It was fun :) I made homeade spaghetti and it was wonderful. I'm going to make it a secret family recipe. However I worry that the next time I make it, it'll even be a secret to me because I was just tossing stuff in the pot. It was like instinct. That's how I cook. It's weird. I get in this creative zone and start throwing spices together. I treat cooking like I treat art but more wild.
My niece is 2 and she wanted me to paint her nails. She kept pointing to a nail and saying "that one?" I got both feet and one hand done before she was finished. I asked if she wanted me to to her right hand and she said no. Then she had me put cuticle oil on her toes. It was too cute. The best part was she only got messy during dinner and didn't spend the rest of the evening leaving food all over my house. Regardless, I can't wait to go home and clean my house. I'm a total germ-o-phobe. I'm thinking about all the stuff on my kitchen floor right now and all I want to do is wash it. It makes me happy to think about how clean and nice it will be when I'm done.
I'm so weird.
I also hate anything sticky. Really, really hate it. This creates a problem for me because children are generally sticky. I'm probably going to wash my kids in sanitizer when I have them.
Case in point for me being a germ-o-phobe: my boss was just complaining because she set her bagel down on her desk and now it tastes funny. I couldn't believe she set food on her desk!!! I asked her if she had any idea how dirty and nasty her desk is. EWWWW!!!!! I never set food on surfaces. I have a hard time setting food on my own kitchen counters and I know that those are clean. I always use cutting boards, cutting mats, etc. I always think in the back of my head "well what if the cat walked on here during the night? What if I didn't get all of those raw eggs cleaned up the other day? What if Ross forgot to wash the counter when it was his turn to do the dishes? He never uses hot enough water!" See, to me unless you're using a ton of soap and water that's nearly boiling, it won't get clean. And Ross does neither. It drives me nuts. He doesn't think it matters.
The thing is, I know I'm right about the hot water/tons of soap. When I worked at Panera Bread (for 7 years I might add) I was the safety inspector for our store. This included food safety. I went to classes and seminars learning things about germs and food safety. I was already kind of a germ-o-phobe and this job filled me with more information than I needed to know to fill me with more obsessive cleaning procedures. There's a common myth that most people get food poisining from restaurants. WRONG. Most people get it from their own kitchens. Simple things like using the same spoon to sir raw meat, then using it to serve the cooked meat. Not washing your hands after handling raw eggs or chicken. And I mean EVERY TIME. Every time you touch something that has come near that raw chicken you have to wash your hands. Even if it seems stupid. And everything has to be cooked to an internal temperature of 140 degrees. Food danger zone is 40-140F.
Okay I will stop preaching now. (Mentally removes herself from the Food Safety Soapbox).
Maybe tonight I will get to write. I've been thinking about my Florida story, but the only part I'm excited about is dealing with my main character and her issues with jealousy. It leaves me wondering if (the few baseball dance teams that exist) go to spring training? If they don't, that throws a wrench in my plan. I don't know how I can find this out, either. There is so little information about baseball dance teams.
I was also thinking about my Three Lakes story and another story I'm writing for my St. Paul Suburbs series. But I can't say much about those. It's not rated for this blog. Let's just say it's about a boy and his issues. :) I don't know what to do with my main character for the Suburbs series either. She's having a total identity crisis where one minute she's this in-your-face sex crazed vixen and the next minute she's the shy virginal girl next door. That just doesn't work for me. I need to figure out who she is. Maybe she's got split-personality disorder. When I started writing the story she was the shy girl. But as I started writing and going with the flow she turned into the vixen girl. It wasn't what I wanted her to be! Grrr....
I thought of a possible solution though. What if she's also living inside her head, doing things she WANTS to do? Inside her head she could be the vixen girl, but on the outside she's the shy girl. All the scenes I've written so far--holy crap I'm getting really excited here--where she's vixen can be taking place inside her head!!!
OOOO!! I love it!!! YEEESSS!!!
Thanks blog, for helping me work that out.
Until tomorrow...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Did I vanish?
Nope, I'm here, just really busy. I haven't been around much. Busy at work, busy at home, away in Three Lakes...
I'm stuck. I've been trying to work on my Florida story but I wrote most of the good parts and now it seems I'm out of things to say. I hate this feeling, but at least Ross should be happy that I've emerged from the office now and am starting to do things around the house. Of course now he's in the office on the computer because I'm not, so we've basically just flip-floped.
I HATE writer's block. Just hate it. But I was on a hot streak for so long I guess it's inevitable that I had to come out of it. Of course Ross complains that he hasn't spent any time with me and he tried to make that argument last night--big mistake. I threw that right back in his face. Then he tried to tell me he was feeling "tense" because he hasn't had a certain thing lately. Well, you know it's "that time" and actually it's not "that time" but that thing has been happening anyway, and he knows that but he was still whining.
He actually said that "that time" is not an excuse for women to be crabby.
Yeah, he really said that!!! I wanted to smash his face in. I punched him. He punched me back. I told him every woman in the entire world should punch him in the balls for saying that. And I punched him again.
He doesn't get it.
Then he whined at me again about feeling "tense." And I said, "well when I have to take asprin to get through the day when it's not even 'that time' yet because my back feels tense, my uterus feels tense, my head feels tense and everything else feels tense--if you're looking for sympathy you're barking up the wrong damn tree because you will NOT get any here!!"
And I rolled over and went to bed. Didn't talk to him until the storm woke us up this morning. You'd think he'd have learned by now not to argue with me because it gets him nowhere.
Anyway I wish that all men had to be women for a month and have the worst periods ever. Cramps, sick, muscle aches, mood swings, bleeding uncontrollably, the full monty. Because I think if they had to go through that, they might die.
Seriously, have you ever seen a man with a cold? Whine whine whine, moan moan moan. The world is ending, I can't breathe through my nose. Men are babies. Whenever I see one crying about something stupid I want to take a watermellon and shove it out their penis and then see how they think having the sniffles compares.
Really? Did that hurt a little? Do you think you're over-reacting to stubbing your toe now?
Every time I see one with a silly injury I'm going to kick him in the balls. I've decided. Because, you know? If I have to live one more day with back spasams because my body is pissed at me, I'm going to go postal on the world.
:)
I'm stuck. I've been trying to work on my Florida story but I wrote most of the good parts and now it seems I'm out of things to say. I hate this feeling, but at least Ross should be happy that I've emerged from the office now and am starting to do things around the house. Of course now he's in the office on the computer because I'm not, so we've basically just flip-floped.
I HATE writer's block. Just hate it. But I was on a hot streak for so long I guess it's inevitable that I had to come out of it. Of course Ross complains that he hasn't spent any time with me and he tried to make that argument last night--big mistake. I threw that right back in his face. Then he tried to tell me he was feeling "tense" because he hasn't had a certain thing lately. Well, you know it's "that time" and actually it's not "that time" but that thing has been happening anyway, and he knows that but he was still whining.
He actually said that "that time" is not an excuse for women to be crabby.
Yeah, he really said that!!! I wanted to smash his face in. I punched him. He punched me back. I told him every woman in the entire world should punch him in the balls for saying that. And I punched him again.
He doesn't get it.
Then he whined at me again about feeling "tense." And I said, "well when I have to take asprin to get through the day when it's not even 'that time' yet because my back feels tense, my uterus feels tense, my head feels tense and everything else feels tense--if you're looking for sympathy you're barking up the wrong damn tree because you will NOT get any here!!"
And I rolled over and went to bed. Didn't talk to him until the storm woke us up this morning. You'd think he'd have learned by now not to argue with me because it gets him nowhere.
Anyway I wish that all men had to be women for a month and have the worst periods ever. Cramps, sick, muscle aches, mood swings, bleeding uncontrollably, the full monty. Because I think if they had to go through that, they might die.
Seriously, have you ever seen a man with a cold? Whine whine whine, moan moan moan. The world is ending, I can't breathe through my nose. Men are babies. Whenever I see one crying about something stupid I want to take a watermellon and shove it out their penis and then see how they think having the sniffles compares.
Really? Did that hurt a little? Do you think you're over-reacting to stubbing your toe now?
Every time I see one with a silly injury I'm going to kick him in the balls. I've decided. Because, you know? If I have to live one more day with back spasams because my body is pissed at me, I'm going to go postal on the world.
:)
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Storm Stories
I just came home from my friend/soon to be boss's wedding in St. Paul. Let me tell you, the Embassy Suites hotel in downtown St. Paul is super nice. I loved it. The whole lobby is open up to the seventh floor/roof. It's kind of a 1700s French style. I don't know if that's exactly the right description or not. It was a lot of brick and quaint wrought iron railings. If I wasn't feeling so lazy I would upload the picture here.
The wedding was fun. This is my dance teacher/boss so of course there was a lot of dancing. We didn't say for the whole thing obviously. I am sure they are still down there dancing up a storm! But Ross has to work at 6am so he didn't want to stay late. He didn't have his nap today and he always naps in the afternoon after the market so I'll probably find him sleeping on the couch in about five minutes. I can leave him out there most of the night and he won't wake up until about 3am. Kinda mean, but it's nice to have the bed to myself for once.
I've realized though, that drinking a lot of wine has increased my alcohol tollerance incredibly. I used to have one beer and feel tipsy. Tonight I had 2 beers and some kind of mixed drink with rum and didn't feel a thing. This is probably not a good thing...
Anyway, while I was out in the hall polishing off the second beer, I got talking to my new co-worker, don't know if I can really call her that because I'm taking over her job... Anyway she told me that none other than Joe Mauer was house shopping practically next door to her. Now the thing I forgot to ask her was how long ago this was... I will have to remember to bring it up again so I can find out. He didn't buy the house, which she said is an incredibly nice HUGE house with all the extras. I figure he probably didn't buy it because it was too far out. She lives in between Stillwater and Mahtomedi. I can tell Joe from personal experince how much fun the drive is from there to downtown...NOT!!! Why do you think I was so anxious to move to Minneapolis? I hated living in Stillwater with a passion.
She was disapointed because she had been hoping she would run into him at Cub Foods. You know if he did move out there, it might be reason for me to move back to Stillwater.
(a pause as Lara remebers how long it takes to get ANYWHERE, the terrible drivers, the tourists, the lack of ANYTHING to do, the damn BRIDGE...)
Okay, temporary lapse in judgement. Never moving back to Stillwater. Don't care if Joe Mauer does move there. I'll just visit my parents a lot.
So I titled this blog "Storm Stories" because when we left the wedding, it was storming. Yes, for once it is actually storming in Minneapolis.
Fine, it lightning about a dozen times (9 of those were just in the distance) and it thundered twice. Still, here that constitues a storm. We are part of the cement heat bubble and the storms always go around us or over us. Trust me. We only get nailed about once every four years. Although last Friday night it stormed for 2 straight hours, and I mean really stormed. That was a nice change, and the power didn't even go out!
The power goes out quite a bit here. I've been quite pleased it hasn't gone out since my birthday, when it was so hot that everyone put their airconditioners on and overloaded the system. It's gone out so much since we've lived here that Excel knows where I live without me having to say. I know the computer personally. No, really. When I call, after they tell me that yes, they know where I live and they know there is an outtage, then the computer says "Hi, this is Mary with Excel Energy. Would you like me to call you back when we know when your power will be back on?"
If I sound a bit bummed out about the storm situation, it's because I grew up in what I like to call the "Eau Claire honorary Tornado Alley." See, every time bad storms come here to the Cities, they hit downtown and split up into pieces. But once they get around the Cities, in Wisconsin, they figure out how to re-join up around Menominee, then they hit Eau Claire with everything they've got.
When I lived in Sheboygan (where I was born) I only remember two bad storms. And they weren't even that bad. Just a lot of thunder and lightening. I hated the lightening. I am terrified of fire, and I knew even then that lightening was made of fire so I was scared. My mom didn't help of course, telling me how many house fires lightening started...thanks Mom. The first storm I remember, we were actually under a tornado warning (however one never showed) and it was late at night and I remember my mom getting me out of bed, and we stood in front of the window in the office where we could see the whole valley of Plymouth (very hilly community and we lived on top of a hill) and watched the horrible clouds roll in and prayed. I wasn't scared of that one. A few years later, we were at Crystal Lake Beach in Elkhart Lake, and I was swimming (have pictures from this day, I had pig tails and a goofy navy swimsuit with a red duck on it) and the waves suddenly turned this horrible dark color and got white caps as the wind kicked up. It was the downdraft of the apporaching storm. My mom pulled me out of the lake and we drove home. The storm hit a few minutes after we'd been home, but my mom had to go over to the neighbors house for some reason. So I was home with my dad and at this point he worked long hours in Milwaukee and I never saw him so I was more comfortable with my mom there. He made me spaghetti for dinner and I thought it tasted like crap because it wasn't how my mom made it. I remember sitting at the kitchen counter next to the patio door, eating the nasty dinner, watching the rain come down sideways against the patio door. Even thought it was 5pm it was completely black outside and I'd never seen that before. I was terrified that my mom wasn't coming home ever because the storm would get her. I jumped off my stool and ran to the picture window that overlooked the valley, hoping to see her at the neighbor's house, but I couldn't. As I stood there looking out over the valley and hills beyond, this huge flash of lightening stretched out over the entire valley and it looked just like a skeleton hand.
That did it. That freaked me out. I started screaming hysterically for my mom and buried my face in the living room carpet with all the lights on so I couldn't see the lightening until the storm was over.
A few years later we moved to Eau Claire, aka Tornado Alley. I should mention that in my life, I've been in 10 tornados. 5 of those occured in Eau Claire. 1 was in Woodbury, 1 was in Three Lakes, 1 in Somerset, 1 outside New Richmond (the tornado that destroyed Hugo Memorial Day weekend 08), 1 was in Mahtomedi. All the rest were Eau Claire.
The first experince I had with tornados in Eau Claire was when I was six. It was late May of 1989, and it was the last week of kindergarten. Since I lived in the white trash community of Cleghorn about 3.5 miles south of Eau Claire, my elementary school was a piece of crap with trailers attached to it. Yes, you heard right. My elementary school had trailers attached to it. You wanna talk about white trash!!?? I lived it. My classmates were kids who wore 10 year old hand-me-downs and lived in houses with broken out windows (seriously you'd think these places were abandoned) where pigeons lived on the second floor and rusting cars littered the waist high grass in the yard. They were scary kids, too. Rough. Beat you up for looking at them wrong. The sixth graders looked about 18. Some of them might have been...
Anyway, my dad went out of town, to Texas for work that week. And all week, we were tormented by storms.
I'm telling you, you'd never see anything like this. I don't know what kind of bizzare storm front it was. Every morning the sun would be shining, it would be a beautiful day. I had afternoon kindergarten, so the bus picked me up just before noon every day. And pretty much as soon as the bus rolled up, I could see the dark clouds building on the horizon. By the time I got to school it would be storming. It would storm from just after noon until about 3am.
This happened 4 days in a row!!! We got NO sleep.
Wednesday was the worst day. It was the last day of school and our teacher had cleaned up the classroom and set it up nicely and she didn't want us to mess it up. So we spent the afternoon in the library.
Remember when I said our elementary school had trailers attached to it? Yeah, our library was a trailer. (They called them "Learning Pods" by the way). So it is storming cats and dogs, the wind is practically ripping this trailer off the main building and here sit the kindergartenders inside it. No one bothered to move us. We were terrified. It was nearly black outside (again) and it was hailing... finally we decided it was safer to hide under something (we'd had a lot of tornado drills) so most of us--me included--crawled underneath the card catalouges (remember those??!!!) and spent the rest of the day there.
By the time I got home from school, it had only gotten worse. It lulled a bit over dinner, then came back 10 times stronger. I remember sitting on the couch, watching Garfield, rain beating down the patio door and lightening flashing every damn second, trying to tell myself NOT to look out the window and just concentrate on Garfield. I think by the time my mom pulled me down to the basement, I was literally saying out loud "just watch Garfield, just keep watching Garfield nothing is happening outside."
It was about this time that my dad called from Texas to check in. There were terrible storms in Texas where he was too. I talked to him on the phone and I could hear the hail on the roof of the building he was in. He said that there had been a tornado and several cars were gone and a roof had been torn off a building. When my mom picked up the phone again, she said that the storm was really getting bad here and we were going in the basement now.
So we sat down in our basement (I hate basements too, so it doesn't do me well when storms come and I have to go to a place I'm afraid of) on our old couch and listened to the radio. My mom's best friend called us and said that a tornado had been sited only 2 miles from our house. So then there's that awful feeling when all you can see is black in those tiny basement windows and you have no idea if a tornado is barreling down on you that very second.
It didn't come. After almost an hour we finally went upstairs and I rememember laying awake in my room until 2:30am when finally the storm moved away (I was watching the clock).
The next day it began to storm a bit at noon, though not as bad. Friday it stormed too, but when my dad got home from the airport at 6pm, it all abruptly stopped. And the sun came out.
I swear that's how it happened. I know it sounds improbable.
The next tornado happened only a year later. It was early June of 1990, just after I'd finished 1st grade. It was my second year of dance class, and it was recital weekend. Our rehersal was Friday night and the show was Saturday afternoon. But my parents had a wedding to go to on Friday night, so I had a babysitter who was going to take me to the rehersal.
About 4pm, the black clouds began rolling in. Soon it was storming hard. My sitter began to look nervously out the darkened windows, wondering what to do. I was only concerned with getting to my rehersal, counting down the minutes until we left. But soon the storm let up a tad, just enough for us to hear an erie wail coming over the country. (I'll interject here that it was the ONLY time I ever heard a tornado siren while living in Eau Claire). I kept asking her what it was. At first she claimed she didn't hear it, then she said she heard it but pretended she didn't know what it was (she didn't want to scare me). We stood in the family room listening to the siren and debating what to do. She wondered if we should go in the basement and I kept reminding her that we needed to leave for my rehersal now (haha).
About ten minutes after the siren had finished sounding, my parents pulled up to the house. They'd come from the wedding to check on us because a large tornado had just ripped through the area, not a mile away from our house. They said it was safe to leave now, it was over, so they went back to the wedding and we went in the oppisite direction to town.
It was like a war zone. Huge trees were down everywhere, blocking the highway, and a house had been completely ripped apart. It had been opened like a can of sardines, from the side. I still remember seeing their double bed on the lawn (still intact with all the pillows and blankets on it) and thinking how odd that was.
I'll end the story there, just say that we arrived at the rehersal on a few minutes late and discovered we had forgotten in the storm to bring makeup. My sitter taught me a valuable lesson that night, she taught me how to do all your makeup with only half a tube of lipstick (all she had in her purse)!
It's late (and storming again!) so more "Storm Stories" tomorrow!
The wedding was fun. This is my dance teacher/boss so of course there was a lot of dancing. We didn't say for the whole thing obviously. I am sure they are still down there dancing up a storm! But Ross has to work at 6am so he didn't want to stay late. He didn't have his nap today and he always naps in the afternoon after the market so I'll probably find him sleeping on the couch in about five minutes. I can leave him out there most of the night and he won't wake up until about 3am. Kinda mean, but it's nice to have the bed to myself for once.
I've realized though, that drinking a lot of wine has increased my alcohol tollerance incredibly. I used to have one beer and feel tipsy. Tonight I had 2 beers and some kind of mixed drink with rum and didn't feel a thing. This is probably not a good thing...
Anyway, while I was out in the hall polishing off the second beer, I got talking to my new co-worker, don't know if I can really call her that because I'm taking over her job... Anyway she told me that none other than Joe Mauer was house shopping practically next door to her. Now the thing I forgot to ask her was how long ago this was... I will have to remember to bring it up again so I can find out. He didn't buy the house, which she said is an incredibly nice HUGE house with all the extras. I figure he probably didn't buy it because it was too far out. She lives in between Stillwater and Mahtomedi. I can tell Joe from personal experince how much fun the drive is from there to downtown...NOT!!! Why do you think I was so anxious to move to Minneapolis? I hated living in Stillwater with a passion.
She was disapointed because she had been hoping she would run into him at Cub Foods. You know if he did move out there, it might be reason for me to move back to Stillwater.
(a pause as Lara remebers how long it takes to get ANYWHERE, the terrible drivers, the tourists, the lack of ANYTHING to do, the damn BRIDGE...)
Okay, temporary lapse in judgement. Never moving back to Stillwater. Don't care if Joe Mauer does move there. I'll just visit my parents a lot.
So I titled this blog "Storm Stories" because when we left the wedding, it was storming. Yes, for once it is actually storming in Minneapolis.
Fine, it lightning about a dozen times (9 of those were just in the distance) and it thundered twice. Still, here that constitues a storm. We are part of the cement heat bubble and the storms always go around us or over us. Trust me. We only get nailed about once every four years. Although last Friday night it stormed for 2 straight hours, and I mean really stormed. That was a nice change, and the power didn't even go out!
The power goes out quite a bit here. I've been quite pleased it hasn't gone out since my birthday, when it was so hot that everyone put their airconditioners on and overloaded the system. It's gone out so much since we've lived here that Excel knows where I live without me having to say. I know the computer personally. No, really. When I call, after they tell me that yes, they know where I live and they know there is an outtage, then the computer says "Hi, this is Mary with Excel Energy. Would you like me to call you back when we know when your power will be back on?"
If I sound a bit bummed out about the storm situation, it's because I grew up in what I like to call the "Eau Claire honorary Tornado Alley." See, every time bad storms come here to the Cities, they hit downtown and split up into pieces. But once they get around the Cities, in Wisconsin, they figure out how to re-join up around Menominee, then they hit Eau Claire with everything they've got.
When I lived in Sheboygan (where I was born) I only remember two bad storms. And they weren't even that bad. Just a lot of thunder and lightening. I hated the lightening. I am terrified of fire, and I knew even then that lightening was made of fire so I was scared. My mom didn't help of course, telling me how many house fires lightening started...thanks Mom. The first storm I remember, we were actually under a tornado warning (however one never showed) and it was late at night and I remember my mom getting me out of bed, and we stood in front of the window in the office where we could see the whole valley of Plymouth (very hilly community and we lived on top of a hill) and watched the horrible clouds roll in and prayed. I wasn't scared of that one. A few years later, we were at Crystal Lake Beach in Elkhart Lake, and I was swimming (have pictures from this day, I had pig tails and a goofy navy swimsuit with a red duck on it) and the waves suddenly turned this horrible dark color and got white caps as the wind kicked up. It was the downdraft of the apporaching storm. My mom pulled me out of the lake and we drove home. The storm hit a few minutes after we'd been home, but my mom had to go over to the neighbors house for some reason. So I was home with my dad and at this point he worked long hours in Milwaukee and I never saw him so I was more comfortable with my mom there. He made me spaghetti for dinner and I thought it tasted like crap because it wasn't how my mom made it. I remember sitting at the kitchen counter next to the patio door, eating the nasty dinner, watching the rain come down sideways against the patio door. Even thought it was 5pm it was completely black outside and I'd never seen that before. I was terrified that my mom wasn't coming home ever because the storm would get her. I jumped off my stool and ran to the picture window that overlooked the valley, hoping to see her at the neighbor's house, but I couldn't. As I stood there looking out over the valley and hills beyond, this huge flash of lightening stretched out over the entire valley and it looked just like a skeleton hand.
That did it. That freaked me out. I started screaming hysterically for my mom and buried my face in the living room carpet with all the lights on so I couldn't see the lightening until the storm was over.
A few years later we moved to Eau Claire, aka Tornado Alley. I should mention that in my life, I've been in 10 tornados. 5 of those occured in Eau Claire. 1 was in Woodbury, 1 was in Three Lakes, 1 in Somerset, 1 outside New Richmond (the tornado that destroyed Hugo Memorial Day weekend 08), 1 was in Mahtomedi. All the rest were Eau Claire.
The first experince I had with tornados in Eau Claire was when I was six. It was late May of 1989, and it was the last week of kindergarten. Since I lived in the white trash community of Cleghorn about 3.5 miles south of Eau Claire, my elementary school was a piece of crap with trailers attached to it. Yes, you heard right. My elementary school had trailers attached to it. You wanna talk about white trash!!?? I lived it. My classmates were kids who wore 10 year old hand-me-downs and lived in houses with broken out windows (seriously you'd think these places were abandoned) where pigeons lived on the second floor and rusting cars littered the waist high grass in the yard. They were scary kids, too. Rough. Beat you up for looking at them wrong. The sixth graders looked about 18. Some of them might have been...
Anyway, my dad went out of town, to Texas for work that week. And all week, we were tormented by storms.
I'm telling you, you'd never see anything like this. I don't know what kind of bizzare storm front it was. Every morning the sun would be shining, it would be a beautiful day. I had afternoon kindergarten, so the bus picked me up just before noon every day. And pretty much as soon as the bus rolled up, I could see the dark clouds building on the horizon. By the time I got to school it would be storming. It would storm from just after noon until about 3am.
This happened 4 days in a row!!! We got NO sleep.
Wednesday was the worst day. It was the last day of school and our teacher had cleaned up the classroom and set it up nicely and she didn't want us to mess it up. So we spent the afternoon in the library.
Remember when I said our elementary school had trailers attached to it? Yeah, our library was a trailer. (They called them "Learning Pods" by the way). So it is storming cats and dogs, the wind is practically ripping this trailer off the main building and here sit the kindergartenders inside it. No one bothered to move us. We were terrified. It was nearly black outside (again) and it was hailing... finally we decided it was safer to hide under something (we'd had a lot of tornado drills) so most of us--me included--crawled underneath the card catalouges (remember those??!!!) and spent the rest of the day there.
By the time I got home from school, it had only gotten worse. It lulled a bit over dinner, then came back 10 times stronger. I remember sitting on the couch, watching Garfield, rain beating down the patio door and lightening flashing every damn second, trying to tell myself NOT to look out the window and just concentrate on Garfield. I think by the time my mom pulled me down to the basement, I was literally saying out loud "just watch Garfield, just keep watching Garfield nothing is happening outside."
It was about this time that my dad called from Texas to check in. There were terrible storms in Texas where he was too. I talked to him on the phone and I could hear the hail on the roof of the building he was in. He said that there had been a tornado and several cars were gone and a roof had been torn off a building. When my mom picked up the phone again, she said that the storm was really getting bad here and we were going in the basement now.
So we sat down in our basement (I hate basements too, so it doesn't do me well when storms come and I have to go to a place I'm afraid of) on our old couch and listened to the radio. My mom's best friend called us and said that a tornado had been sited only 2 miles from our house. So then there's that awful feeling when all you can see is black in those tiny basement windows and you have no idea if a tornado is barreling down on you that very second.
It didn't come. After almost an hour we finally went upstairs and I rememember laying awake in my room until 2:30am when finally the storm moved away (I was watching the clock).
The next day it began to storm a bit at noon, though not as bad. Friday it stormed too, but when my dad got home from the airport at 6pm, it all abruptly stopped. And the sun came out.
I swear that's how it happened. I know it sounds improbable.
The next tornado happened only a year later. It was early June of 1990, just after I'd finished 1st grade. It was my second year of dance class, and it was recital weekend. Our rehersal was Friday night and the show was Saturday afternoon. But my parents had a wedding to go to on Friday night, so I had a babysitter who was going to take me to the rehersal.
About 4pm, the black clouds began rolling in. Soon it was storming hard. My sitter began to look nervously out the darkened windows, wondering what to do. I was only concerned with getting to my rehersal, counting down the minutes until we left. But soon the storm let up a tad, just enough for us to hear an erie wail coming over the country. (I'll interject here that it was the ONLY time I ever heard a tornado siren while living in Eau Claire). I kept asking her what it was. At first she claimed she didn't hear it, then she said she heard it but pretended she didn't know what it was (she didn't want to scare me). We stood in the family room listening to the siren and debating what to do. She wondered if we should go in the basement and I kept reminding her that we needed to leave for my rehersal now (haha).
About ten minutes after the siren had finished sounding, my parents pulled up to the house. They'd come from the wedding to check on us because a large tornado had just ripped through the area, not a mile away from our house. They said it was safe to leave now, it was over, so they went back to the wedding and we went in the oppisite direction to town.
It was like a war zone. Huge trees were down everywhere, blocking the highway, and a house had been completely ripped apart. It had been opened like a can of sardines, from the side. I still remember seeing their double bed on the lawn (still intact with all the pillows and blankets on it) and thinking how odd that was.
I'll end the story there, just say that we arrived at the rehersal on a few minutes late and discovered we had forgotten in the storm to bring makeup. My sitter taught me a valuable lesson that night, she taught me how to do all your makeup with only half a tube of lipstick (all she had in her purse)!
It's late (and storming again!) so more "Storm Stories" tomorrow!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Bee Karma
So let me preface this by saying:
I got stung by a bee tonight.
Karma is a bee-atch. LOL
I was at my boss's house tonight. My head boss, the owner of our company. He is such a monster at work it's nice to be around him outside the company and realize normally he's not a monster. Anyway we were all standing around the table picking out food, and it was very windy. He lives in a grand old house on a large area lake.
So I had a skirt on, and the wind was blowing my skirt up, and apparently it blew a bee up there too because I went to sit down and as soon as I did, I got stung. Freaking hurt too. It still burns just a bit now, but you can bet after what happened to Ross this weekend that I had no intentions of making a big deal about it. In fact I didn't even yell. No one even knew I got stung except my direct boss (who was sitting next to me when it happened) until I told them later. They were all horrified. I was like, "it's no big deal, I've been stung before."
Yeah, when I was 9. I forgot how much it burns. It's not even that it hurts so much, it just burns. Dumb bees.
I just thought I'd interject here how much I like music. Dramatic music. Right now I'm listening to "Life in a Northern Town" by The Dream Academy. I really like music from the 80s and 90s. Okay I like all music except reggae. Hate reggae. I love jazz. Good old 1920s jazz and 1940s big band.
No, I didn't have three glasses of wine at my boss's house. I'm this random for no reason at all.
(That's a lie, I did have three glasses of wine and I am way more random than normal.)
Lately I've been watching movies that I've already seen on Netflix. Now I'm really getting my money out of Netflix, watching movies at work. Today was First Kid and the Parent Trap (with LLo). Then I started watching Made of Honor, however I'm not quite done with it. But I really like it. I would suggest you see it. If you're a writer like me, you can pretty much guess where it's going, but I like the ride. There are a lot of funny parts.
I really need to get working on my Florida story. I mentioned it a few posts previous to this. I haven't gotten much done on it this week. Monday night went really well, but the past two nights I had too much wine (my job causes me to drink too much wine to re-achive happiness) so I was too tired and loopy to get anything good done. I'm worried that tonight is going to be a repeat of that. I'm trying to write this blog to get my brain restarted. I've spent too much time tonight drinking wine and sucking up to my boss. That's not very good for the mind.
I really need to do my nails too, badly. I've been too stressed out and I've been picking them to death. They look awful. What can I say, I just don't have any motivation lately to keep up the house cleaning, finances or personal up-keep.
I'm telling you, the job makes it hard for me to function.
Until next time...
I got stung by a bee tonight.
Karma is a bee-atch. LOL
I was at my boss's house tonight. My head boss, the owner of our company. He is such a monster at work it's nice to be around him outside the company and realize normally he's not a monster. Anyway we were all standing around the table picking out food, and it was very windy. He lives in a grand old house on a large area lake.
So I had a skirt on, and the wind was blowing my skirt up, and apparently it blew a bee up there too because I went to sit down and as soon as I did, I got stung. Freaking hurt too. It still burns just a bit now, but you can bet after what happened to Ross this weekend that I had no intentions of making a big deal about it. In fact I didn't even yell. No one even knew I got stung except my direct boss (who was sitting next to me when it happened) until I told them later. They were all horrified. I was like, "it's no big deal, I've been stung before."
Yeah, when I was 9. I forgot how much it burns. It's not even that it hurts so much, it just burns. Dumb bees.
I just thought I'd interject here how much I like music. Dramatic music. Right now I'm listening to "Life in a Northern Town" by The Dream Academy. I really like music from the 80s and 90s. Okay I like all music except reggae. Hate reggae. I love jazz. Good old 1920s jazz and 1940s big band.
No, I didn't have three glasses of wine at my boss's house. I'm this random for no reason at all.
(That's a lie, I did have three glasses of wine and I am way more random than normal.)
Lately I've been watching movies that I've already seen on Netflix. Now I'm really getting my money out of Netflix, watching movies at work. Today was First Kid and the Parent Trap (with LLo). Then I started watching Made of Honor, however I'm not quite done with it. But I really like it. I would suggest you see it. If you're a writer like me, you can pretty much guess where it's going, but I like the ride. There are a lot of funny parts.
I really need to get working on my Florida story. I mentioned it a few posts previous to this. I haven't gotten much done on it this week. Monday night went really well, but the past two nights I had too much wine (my job causes me to drink too much wine to re-achive happiness) so I was too tired and loopy to get anything good done. I'm worried that tonight is going to be a repeat of that. I'm trying to write this blog to get my brain restarted. I've spent too much time tonight drinking wine and sucking up to my boss. That's not very good for the mind.
I really need to do my nails too, badly. I've been too stressed out and I've been picking them to death. They look awful. What can I say, I just don't have any motivation lately to keep up the house cleaning, finances or personal up-keep.
I'm telling you, the job makes it hard for me to function.
Until next time...
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The Bear Necessities
I bet you stayed all night wondering about the bears, right? Haha...
If I had the pictures of the bears, I'd post them here. But my dad got them on his camera and I don't have access to them right now.
Our campground has a slight problem. I named them Yogi and BooBoo. Yogi is a 600+ pound Black Bear and BooBoo is about 450. They live in the swamp in the middle of our campground. Between the two of them, they've caused quite a bit of trouble.
The problem with the bears is the temporary residents, or pull-ins, or as I my friends and I liked to call them, Mental Rentals. The temps have been warned we have bear problems and they cannot keep any food outside at all. But they don't listen. Now the bears know that when the temps are in, the eating is good. Yogi got a 20lb turkey, a dozen eggs and a loaf of bread from one of the temps last week. It was all left in their cooler outside. So they got bad that their turkey had been eaten (they were going to deep-fry it) that they left. What a bunch of idiots! It was their own fault the bear ate the turkey. And turkeys are cheap, they could have bought a new one.
So Friday night my parents were out walking around the campground, and they ran into Yogi. He was just lazily wondering the campground, looking for food. My dad had his video camera so he followed Yogi for some distance. Yogi has a very distinctive mark, besides the fact that he's huge. If you've ever seen The Great Outdoors with John Candy...Yogi has a bald butt.
Yeah, you heard right. I didn't mis-type. Bald Butted Bear. If he also had a bald head, I would really be freaking out. I was laughing hysterically as it was. I'm assuming that Yogi has a run-in with a less than amused resident with a shot gun.
Other sightings of Yogi include: a couple who was watching t.v. in their trailer with their dog, only the screen door closed, to look out and see Yogi climbing onto their deck. You can bet they were panicing because it takes about as much effort for a 600 lb bear to go through a screen door as for a kitten to push a ball. If you know anything about trailers, you know that in order to close the main door when the screen door is open, you literally have to go outside to do it. So they were in trouble. Luckily he left without bothering them.
The second story of Yogi is a woman who was up late doing some work alone. She wanted a soda and their cooler was on the deck. She was about to open the door to go outside when she happened to look out the window next to the door and saw Yogi starring right back at her. I'm assuming she probably messed herself.
And then Sunday night some little girls had been down fishing by the pier when it got dark. They attempted to walk back, but when they passed a stand of trees, the trees growled at them. Yup, Yogi again. They had to call their grandfather to come get them.
If I had the pictures of the bears, I'd post them here. But my dad got them on his camera and I don't have access to them right now.
Our campground has a slight problem. I named them Yogi and BooBoo. Yogi is a 600+ pound Black Bear and BooBoo is about 450. They live in the swamp in the middle of our campground. Between the two of them, they've caused quite a bit of trouble.
The problem with the bears is the temporary residents, or pull-ins, or as I my friends and I liked to call them, Mental Rentals. The temps have been warned we have bear problems and they cannot keep any food outside at all. But they don't listen. Now the bears know that when the temps are in, the eating is good. Yogi got a 20lb turkey, a dozen eggs and a loaf of bread from one of the temps last week. It was all left in their cooler outside. So they got bad that their turkey had been eaten (they were going to deep-fry it) that they left. What a bunch of idiots! It was their own fault the bear ate the turkey. And turkeys are cheap, they could have bought a new one.
So Friday night my parents were out walking around the campground, and they ran into Yogi. He was just lazily wondering the campground, looking for food. My dad had his video camera so he followed Yogi for some distance. Yogi has a very distinctive mark, besides the fact that he's huge. If you've ever seen The Great Outdoors with John Candy...Yogi has a bald butt.
Yeah, you heard right. I didn't mis-type. Bald Butted Bear. If he also had a bald head, I would really be freaking out. I was laughing hysterically as it was. I'm assuming that Yogi has a run-in with a less than amused resident with a shot gun.
Other sightings of Yogi include: a couple who was watching t.v. in their trailer with their dog, only the screen door closed, to look out and see Yogi climbing onto their deck. You can bet they were panicing because it takes about as much effort for a 600 lb bear to go through a screen door as for a kitten to push a ball. If you know anything about trailers, you know that in order to close the main door when the screen door is open, you literally have to go outside to do it. So they were in trouble. Luckily he left without bothering them.
The second story of Yogi is a woman who was up late doing some work alone. She wanted a soda and their cooler was on the deck. She was about to open the door to go outside when she happened to look out the window next to the door and saw Yogi starring right back at her. I'm assuming she probably messed herself.
And then Sunday night some little girls had been down fishing by the pier when it got dark. They attempted to walk back, but when they passed a stand of trees, the trees growled at them. Yup, Yogi again. They had to call their grandfather to come get them.
Monday, August 10, 2009
I am here!
I'm going to preface this by saying, I've had a teeny bit of wine and no dinner and I'm a little loopy. I feel like spinning in my chair until I fall out of it. That sounds like big fun. Also, my ear itches. It's really annoying.
So I'm home. I don't think I have writers block, at least, not yet. I thought a lot about writing this weekend however I didn't get to actually DO any.
I would like to take this time to say that my apartment is hotter than Hell. If we hadn't had such bad storms here this weekend, I would have left the windows open. But that was not an option.
I don't want to jabber on tonight. I would like to actually get to real writing. But Three Lakes was fun. In fact, it was funny. See, Ross got stung by bees.
You're probably thinking, that's not funny. But it was. Trust me.
We were at the hunting cabin that my family built back in the 1930's. It's on a private lake that we used to own. But that's another story. Even though we don't technically own it, we know the current owners and they don't care if we go down there since they don't often. So Ross and I had canoed around the lake, and we were putting the canoe back against the side of the cabin, and he let it slam against the side of the cabin.
What we didn't know, was that in the last week or two, a swarm of bees built a nest in the boarded up window on that side of the cabin. SO of course when the canoe slammed against the cabin, tons of bees came flying out, steaming mad. I, being the experienced nature woman that I am, did what you're supposed to do and kept completely still and silent.
Ross started screaming and yelling and of course he instantly got stung. Which made him scream and yell more, and dance around yelling swear words. He screamed just like a girl. It was hilareous. I tried to signal to him to be quiet, but eventually I just had to walk away because he was carrying on so. I was laughing at him, though I did feel bad because he was in pain, but the way he was screaming was just too funny. Over 2 bee stings. He had the sense to run away after that. Though by running away, he did risk them coming after him, but thankfully they didn't.
And he's fine. His hand swelled up for an hour or so, then it was fine.
That's my Three Lakes story for now. The rest of the weekend was fairly uneventful except for the bears.
Maybe I'll talk about the bears tomorrow. *Evil laugh*
Until tomorrow...
So I'm home. I don't think I have writers block, at least, not yet. I thought a lot about writing this weekend however I didn't get to actually DO any.
I would like to take this time to say that my apartment is hotter than Hell. If we hadn't had such bad storms here this weekend, I would have left the windows open. But that was not an option.
I don't want to jabber on tonight. I would like to actually get to real writing. But Three Lakes was fun. In fact, it was funny. See, Ross got stung by bees.
You're probably thinking, that's not funny. But it was. Trust me.
We were at the hunting cabin that my family built back in the 1930's. It's on a private lake that we used to own. But that's another story. Even though we don't technically own it, we know the current owners and they don't care if we go down there since they don't often. So Ross and I had canoed around the lake, and we were putting the canoe back against the side of the cabin, and he let it slam against the side of the cabin.
What we didn't know, was that in the last week or two, a swarm of bees built a nest in the boarded up window on that side of the cabin. SO of course when the canoe slammed against the cabin, tons of bees came flying out, steaming mad. I, being the experienced nature woman that I am, did what you're supposed to do and kept completely still and silent.
Ross started screaming and yelling and of course he instantly got stung. Which made him scream and yell more, and dance around yelling swear words. He screamed just like a girl. It was hilareous. I tried to signal to him to be quiet, but eventually I just had to walk away because he was carrying on so. I was laughing at him, though I did feel bad because he was in pain, but the way he was screaming was just too funny. Over 2 bee stings. He had the sense to run away after that. Though by running away, he did risk them coming after him, but thankfully they didn't.
And he's fine. His hand swelled up for an hour or so, then it was fine.
That's my Three Lakes story for now. The rest of the weekend was fairly uneventful except for the bears.
Maybe I'll talk about the bears tomorrow. *Evil laugh*
Until tomorrow...
Friday, August 7, 2009
Take me out to the ball game
I decided to log back on to write one last blog before I disappear for days. I'm glad I get to disappear. Usually I tell my boss to call me if she has any questions about my stuff. Today I almost said, "no matter what happens, DON'T CALL ME!!"
Tonight was our Open House at my dance studio. Not as many people showed up as we thought, but it was still good. The little girls are so cute. They make me want kids, and I'm not a person who likes kids very much (and now I work with them, bizzare, huh?). I always say, if you hold out to me a puppy and a baby, I'll choose the puppy, hands down. And I've always said whenever I do have kids, I want my first to be a boy.
But now I'm spending time with all these super cute little girls! And I'm thinking, I DO want a girl! I still want a boy first, but now I want girls too. Twins would be great, but twins don't run anywhere in my family so I know I have no chance unless I want to take fertility drugs. That's just not as cool though, you know? That's like making it happen.
Right now I am participating in my nightly ritual of watching Twins baseball and checking Joe Mauer's fansite (all girls, haha). I've made lots of new friends on his fansite. We go back and forth like crazy, I wish we had IM because not everyone on the site appreciates the 6 of us going back and forth about our personal lives and such. In fact, they get downright mean. The fansite had new information tonight. The elusive, much discussed, thought to be invisible Joe Mauer Girlfriend has been spotted. A woman and her husband were in Cleveland for a business trip (she is not a baseball fan but her husband is) and they were at the same hotel as the Twins. Joe came down to the hotel bar with this girl while they were there, and this woman got to talk to the girl while her husband grilled Joe. Apparently the girl is from Minnesota, very pretty and very nice. I am relieved, I was quite worried he was going to end up with a horrible bitch. You know the kind I mean. The stereotypical sports girlfriend. Anyway, it was very nice of this woman to track us #7 fanatics down and feed our obsession. Thank you :)
And on that note, the game is going horrible. Joe has had a great night, but as we know, while his absence destroys the team, he cannot carry the entire team by himself. As much as we wish he could (and some of us are delusional enought to think that he could!). They do realize that the last two teams we played our in our division, right? They realize that getting beaten by the Indians is a sad, sad affair. The Indians suck. Everyone knows that. They were fingered to be the team to beat in the division this year, and then they just fell apart. Next year they're not even rumored to be contenders. And they took the series from us??? Really?? We could have used those two games to get better ground in the division, but instead the Indians, who are 11.5 games back and have no chance in hell got them? All right, Thursdays game wasn't that bad. 2-1 with no run support for Nick Blackburn (the less hot Joe Mauer). Nick Blackburn is also carrying the entire pitching staff right now with Slowey out for the season. Hot Joe and Less Hot Joe cannot make this whole team! But with what's happened to the rest of our pitchers, I've said it before and I'll say it again, someone go put Nick Blackburn in a bubble! But Wednesday night we got in the back-door, no lube, screaming for your mommy raped by the Indians. Completely ridiculous.
And now Detriot. We really need this series. Burt Blylevn just said, it's not a life or death series, but we really do need it. And it's not looking good. Well okay, as I write, Cabrera is up to bat with the tying runs on base. But he's already 1-2, 2 outs, 9th inning and the whole stadium is on it's feet. Now 2-2. Come ON!!! Rally caps on!!!
%#*%-IT!!! He struck out!!! @%^$%^@ @!%#@&/!!!! I am screaming 4 letter words but I'll censor myself on here. I'm noticing that most of the Detroit fans don't seem terribly excited. I guess they shouldn't they're sitting on top of the division, what do they care? What's one more win to them? Personally I think they should be more excited though. What else do they have but baseball? Their city is one giant crap hole. It's falling apart and half of it is abandoned. If I didn't know this from the news, it's been cemented into me by following Eminem who does nothing but whine about what a white-trash ghetto it is.
So now I'm watching Qwest Twins Live, and they are updating me about the other 6 innings of the game I missed while at work. Six runs in the first inning. WTF? Really bad calls, umps. Now I know why Gardy got ejected in the second and why Joe is sporting a bandage. That is so stupid. Joe clearly tagged that guy out 2 feet from home plate. I cannot believe he was called safe. Also, I want to know why our pitching staff sucks so much. I mean, I know why, but still. It's annoying. I'm glad we aquired a pitcher after the trade deadline, though I'm not sure one is enough to save us now. It seems that we just cannot get it together--either the pitching is great and the offense sucks or the offense is spot on and the pitching just falls flat.
Eww, spot on. I hate that phrase now. See previous post entitled, "Friends and Fakes."
I should be writing right now. I won't get to write for three days while I'm up north. That's the hardest part of going up north, I never have time to write up there. I know, that seems weird since I'm supposed to be on vacation in the middle of nowhere, but when I'm there with my parents and husband it's just too much going on in a small space and I can't get away to write. Maybe I will take my notebook down to my old cabin by myself and write. But the problem with that is, I'm in the middle of a story about Florida. I have another huge novel going that's about Three Lakes. It's really hard to write about Florida when I'm in Three Lakes because I'm thinking about my characters in Three Lakes, not my characters in Florida. Man I do not want to come back from this trip with writers block. I was doing really good on my Florida story and I really like it. It's the kind of story that takes on a life of its own as you're writing it until even you don't know where it's going.
Okay, commercial break is over. Now they're going to talk about Joe. They have my full attention. Okay, 80% of my attention. Oh my God they optioned RA Dickey to AAA??? WTF again!!!! Why??? Liriano sucks!! Send him back to AAA, no A! No, high school!
I just listened to Gardy speak his mind about that stupid ump, it was hilareous. He is so pissed, it was so funny because he was still cracking jokes about how stupid this was. He is saying that he will get fined for all this, but I'm glad he spoke his mind. That ump is an ass. Gardy said when he threw him out, he said "how do you like that?" And he had no call to throw Gardy out. They're saying everyone in the league has problems with this ump. Gardy said he thinks he's God. Everyone else thinks so too. Where are the people who regulate the umps? Are the umps God in baseball? Why don't they get in trouble when they suck? I think my favorite part was when Gardy says, "that's a nice hat Bobby. After this conversation I won't be able to afford a hat like that." Apparently he's going to get fined not only for getting tossed out (I knew that) but for trash talking the ump. I just finished a book about baseball, "Clearing the Bases" by Mike Schmidt, all Hall of Famer. It was very eye opening and taught me a heck of a lot about baseball and it's history, but he never got into umps. Just about how the strike zone is a lot smaller with most umps than it actually is in the rule book.
It has occured to me several times that I really need to be packing right now. I'm supposed to be leaving at 6am in the morning.
--and now it's 11:03. I had a very long hiatus while Ross and I got into one of our famous wrestling matches. It got really violent this time. I think I pulled something in my ribs, and there is no skin on my knee. I think Ross (my husband) will have a lot of bruises. He tied me down and sat on my face, then I hog tied him with cords, poured water on him and tickled him. It went on and on... Don't be alarmed. We do this all the time. It's all in fun, really, but I am not sure that our neihbors think so. We are worried one of these times they're going to call the cops on us. I grew pretty much as a boy (my best friends were boys) so I like to act like a boy. So we wrestle like boys. Our entire marriage is a Facebook quote, trust me. We say that all the time.
But on a positive note, the Jonquin Phoenix interview with David Letterman is reruning tonight!!! It is sooooo funny!
See this is why I shouldn't blog at home. I just let on a running commentary of what's happening. I could literally never shut up (that could be the wine talking).
BUT I will. It is time for me to stop ranting now and start packing. I cannot believe that I'm going to get up by 5:30am and drive four hours to Three Lakes. 5:30 is only....(math skills come to me!!).....uh.....six hours away? And I'm not even near ready for bed because I still have to pack. And Ross is reading over my shoulder. Go away Ross, you stink. Your butt stinks and I know this becuase it was in my face and stop rubbing your junk in my ear please that is really annoying I MEAN IT STOP IT OR I'LL SCREAM!!!!!!
All right. Done now. For realsies.
Until Monday....
Tonight was our Open House at my dance studio. Not as many people showed up as we thought, but it was still good. The little girls are so cute. They make me want kids, and I'm not a person who likes kids very much (and now I work with them, bizzare, huh?). I always say, if you hold out to me a puppy and a baby, I'll choose the puppy, hands down. And I've always said whenever I do have kids, I want my first to be a boy.
But now I'm spending time with all these super cute little girls! And I'm thinking, I DO want a girl! I still want a boy first, but now I want girls too. Twins would be great, but twins don't run anywhere in my family so I know I have no chance unless I want to take fertility drugs. That's just not as cool though, you know? That's like making it happen.
Right now I am participating in my nightly ritual of watching Twins baseball and checking Joe Mauer's fansite (all girls, haha). I've made lots of new friends on his fansite. We go back and forth like crazy, I wish we had IM because not everyone on the site appreciates the 6 of us going back and forth about our personal lives and such. In fact, they get downright mean. The fansite had new information tonight. The elusive, much discussed, thought to be invisible Joe Mauer Girlfriend has been spotted. A woman and her husband were in Cleveland for a business trip (she is not a baseball fan but her husband is) and they were at the same hotel as the Twins. Joe came down to the hotel bar with this girl while they were there, and this woman got to talk to the girl while her husband grilled Joe. Apparently the girl is from Minnesota, very pretty and very nice. I am relieved, I was quite worried he was going to end up with a horrible bitch. You know the kind I mean. The stereotypical sports girlfriend. Anyway, it was very nice of this woman to track us #7 fanatics down and feed our obsession. Thank you :)
And on that note, the game is going horrible. Joe has had a great night, but as we know, while his absence destroys the team, he cannot carry the entire team by himself. As much as we wish he could (and some of us are delusional enought to think that he could!). They do realize that the last two teams we played our in our division, right? They realize that getting beaten by the Indians is a sad, sad affair. The Indians suck. Everyone knows that. They were fingered to be the team to beat in the division this year, and then they just fell apart. Next year they're not even rumored to be contenders. And they took the series from us??? Really?? We could have used those two games to get better ground in the division, but instead the Indians, who are 11.5 games back and have no chance in hell got them? All right, Thursdays game wasn't that bad. 2-1 with no run support for Nick Blackburn (the less hot Joe Mauer). Nick Blackburn is also carrying the entire pitching staff right now with Slowey out for the season. Hot Joe and Less Hot Joe cannot make this whole team! But with what's happened to the rest of our pitchers, I've said it before and I'll say it again, someone go put Nick Blackburn in a bubble! But Wednesday night we got in the back-door, no lube, screaming for your mommy raped by the Indians. Completely ridiculous.
And now Detriot. We really need this series. Burt Blylevn just said, it's not a life or death series, but we really do need it. And it's not looking good. Well okay, as I write, Cabrera is up to bat with the tying runs on base. But he's already 1-2, 2 outs, 9th inning and the whole stadium is on it's feet. Now 2-2. Come ON!!! Rally caps on!!!
%#*%-IT!!! He struck out!!! @%^$%^@ @!%#@&/!!!! I am screaming 4 letter words but I'll censor myself on here. I'm noticing that most of the Detroit fans don't seem terribly excited. I guess they shouldn't they're sitting on top of the division, what do they care? What's one more win to them? Personally I think they should be more excited though. What else do they have but baseball? Their city is one giant crap hole. It's falling apart and half of it is abandoned. If I didn't know this from the news, it's been cemented into me by following Eminem who does nothing but whine about what a white-trash ghetto it is.
So now I'm watching Qwest Twins Live, and they are updating me about the other 6 innings of the game I missed while at work. Six runs in the first inning. WTF? Really bad calls, umps. Now I know why Gardy got ejected in the second and why Joe is sporting a bandage. That is so stupid. Joe clearly tagged that guy out 2 feet from home plate. I cannot believe he was called safe. Also, I want to know why our pitching staff sucks so much. I mean, I know why, but still. It's annoying. I'm glad we aquired a pitcher after the trade deadline, though I'm not sure one is enough to save us now. It seems that we just cannot get it together--either the pitching is great and the offense sucks or the offense is spot on and the pitching just falls flat.
Eww, spot on. I hate that phrase now. See previous post entitled, "Friends and Fakes."
I should be writing right now. I won't get to write for three days while I'm up north. That's the hardest part of going up north, I never have time to write up there. I know, that seems weird since I'm supposed to be on vacation in the middle of nowhere, but when I'm there with my parents and husband it's just too much going on in a small space and I can't get away to write. Maybe I will take my notebook down to my old cabin by myself and write. But the problem with that is, I'm in the middle of a story about Florida. I have another huge novel going that's about Three Lakes. It's really hard to write about Florida when I'm in Three Lakes because I'm thinking about my characters in Three Lakes, not my characters in Florida. Man I do not want to come back from this trip with writers block. I was doing really good on my Florida story and I really like it. It's the kind of story that takes on a life of its own as you're writing it until even you don't know where it's going.
Okay, commercial break is over. Now they're going to talk about Joe. They have my full attention. Okay, 80% of my attention. Oh my God they optioned RA Dickey to AAA??? WTF again!!!! Why??? Liriano sucks!! Send him back to AAA, no A! No, high school!
I just listened to Gardy speak his mind about that stupid ump, it was hilareous. He is so pissed, it was so funny because he was still cracking jokes about how stupid this was. He is saying that he will get fined for all this, but I'm glad he spoke his mind. That ump is an ass. Gardy said when he threw him out, he said "how do you like that?" And he had no call to throw Gardy out. They're saying everyone in the league has problems with this ump. Gardy said he thinks he's God. Everyone else thinks so too. Where are the people who regulate the umps? Are the umps God in baseball? Why don't they get in trouble when they suck? I think my favorite part was when Gardy says, "that's a nice hat Bobby. After this conversation I won't be able to afford a hat like that." Apparently he's going to get fined not only for getting tossed out (I knew that) but for trash talking the ump. I just finished a book about baseball, "Clearing the Bases" by Mike Schmidt, all Hall of Famer. It was very eye opening and taught me a heck of a lot about baseball and it's history, but he never got into umps. Just about how the strike zone is a lot smaller with most umps than it actually is in the rule book.
It has occured to me several times that I really need to be packing right now. I'm supposed to be leaving at 6am in the morning.
--and now it's 11:03. I had a very long hiatus while Ross and I got into one of our famous wrestling matches. It got really violent this time. I think I pulled something in my ribs, and there is no skin on my knee. I think Ross (my husband) will have a lot of bruises. He tied me down and sat on my face, then I hog tied him with cords, poured water on him and tickled him. It went on and on... Don't be alarmed. We do this all the time. It's all in fun, really, but I am not sure that our neihbors think so. We are worried one of these times they're going to call the cops on us. I grew pretty much as a boy (my best friends were boys) so I like to act like a boy. So we wrestle like boys. Our entire marriage is a Facebook quote, trust me. We say that all the time.
But on a positive note, the Jonquin Phoenix interview with David Letterman is reruning tonight!!! It is sooooo funny!
See this is why I shouldn't blog at home. I just let on a running commentary of what's happening. I could literally never shut up (that could be the wine talking).
BUT I will. It is time for me to stop ranting now and start packing. I cannot believe that I'm going to get up by 5:30am and drive four hours to Three Lakes. 5:30 is only....(math skills come to me!!).....uh.....six hours away? And I'm not even near ready for bed because I still have to pack. And Ross is reading over my shoulder. Go away Ross, you stink. Your butt stinks and I know this becuase it was in my face and stop rubbing your junk in my ear please that is really annoying I MEAN IT STOP IT OR I'LL SCREAM!!!!!!
All right. Done now. For realsies.
Until Monday....
A blog to say I'm sorry...
This blog is simply to say that I don't have time to blog today. Eeek! Sorry. Too busy at work and have to work at the dance studio tonight for open house and leave tomorrow morning for Three Lakes where there is no Internet. So you might not hear from me until Monday or Tuesday.
If I get some time tonight, mmmmaaaaayyyybeee....
:)
If I get some time tonight, mmmmaaaaayyyybeee....
:)
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Friends and Fakes
In the last week, we've had some suprising things happen to us. I'm gonna say that I've always had trust issues with people, because I've been burned a lot.
This didn't really help.
Let me preface by saying that my family has been friends with these people for 24 years. They were like my relatives. Seriously. The girl in question was in my wedding last summer.
I kind of understand what happened, but not really. Not to the extent that it happened.
I should start at the beginning.
Six years ago, in the summer of 2003 (not one I remember fondly, but that's a different story) this girl and her sister were both engaged. Her sister got married that summer, her wedding was supposed to be the following summer. So we don't get confused, I'm going to call this girl Jane (not her real name). Jane had the whole wedding planning, done, but her fiance got cold feet (or something, he wasn't a very good guy) and called the whole thing off.
So she's been burned. A few years ago she met a new guy, they started dating, and volia, they're getting married this summer. He's been through a horrible divorce, she was through that called off engagement mess, so they should understand each other pretty well. And they do, from what I've heard. I haven't spent much time with them. Granted, he's not gorgeous like her other fiance. That guy was HOTT. Oh my word. But she said she loved him. So she asked my dad if he would do the wedding (he's a pastor.) We were all excited.
But then they meet last week for their marriage counseling. Granted, they supposedly already had marriage counseling. After what happened, I can't imagine it was very good. My dad didn't really say anything bad to them. He discovered that the fiance (we'll call him Bob) is a New Age whatchamcallit, while Jane and her family are Christian. He asked Jane privately if she knew about this, and she admitted she did (while she passed him off to her family as being a Christian). He thought that she was lowering her standards a lot, but he didn't say so. He asked her if she was okay with everything they talked about (he talked a lot about communication and if either of them thought that this marriage might not work they should back out now--but most decent marriage counselors say that. And if you freak out when you hear it than that should be a red flag!!) Jane said she was fine with everything they talked about. He asked her point blank if she was upset in any way. She said no. He thought she seemed fine. Then they left. As soon as they left she got completely hysterical, called her dad and said that my dad said horrible things and that she was about to cry the entire time because she was so mad and upset and embarassed.
Then her dad called my parents house and ranted and raved and said he'd call back when he wasn't so angry. He said that Jane had called him crying hysterically after the meeting and said what I just said in that last sentance of the last paragraph. Then he hung up on my mom.
We waited a week to get the final results from this. Finally last night Jane's dad talked to my dad. He said that Jane had spend three days crying because of the meeting and had terrible headaches because she was so upset. They'd found somone else to do the wedding, and they didn't want my parents there at all. So my dad said that my husband and I wouldn't be there either (I made that known right away, because I'm not going to have someone trash my parents and then show up at their wedding!!) and Jane's dad said, and I quote, "Spot on!" What the hell is that supposed to mean? Everyone related to our family has been disowned now? Seriously? He said the friendship has been terminated.
I don't understand how this can happen. How can you be that close to someone for so many years and then suddenly have them turn their back on you because their daughter is obviously NOT ready to get married???!!! Because we think it stems back to she is freaked out that she's going to be alone and she's afraid that this guy is going to leave her too, and she'll have nobody. Either that, or the relgion she's been apart of for the past 29 years suddenly means nothing to her so that she wants to marry someone who is totally oppisite of her faith. I'm just trying to understand here.
If you've been dating someone for 2+ years, you should know that they love you, right? You should know that so close to the wedding, nothing can happen that would make them change their mind. You should be secure in your relationship. You should be secure that no matter what is brought up or said, they'll stand by you.
Am I crazy here? Does it sound like she is completely not ready to get married? I mean, My God, 3 days crying? The wedding wasn't even called off. She's an actress by profession, but this stretches the limits of being a drama queen. And I had no idea after 24 years that she was a drama queen because she's never given me the impression that she was.
I talked to my boss (whoe is also one of my BFFs) about this, and she's like, that's ridicoulous. There is no way that girl should be getting married yet. She can't even handle that simple discussion!
So at least I can spend that weekend up north instead of at the wedding. Of course, as soon as that fire is put out, now I've got a coworker who is having some kind of strange mental breakdown illness, perhaps substance related....
My life is kind of a mess right now! So check back later.
Until tomorrow....
This didn't really help.
Let me preface by saying that my family has been friends with these people for 24 years. They were like my relatives. Seriously. The girl in question was in my wedding last summer.
I kind of understand what happened, but not really. Not to the extent that it happened.
I should start at the beginning.
Six years ago, in the summer of 2003 (not one I remember fondly, but that's a different story) this girl and her sister were both engaged. Her sister got married that summer, her wedding was supposed to be the following summer. So we don't get confused, I'm going to call this girl Jane (not her real name). Jane had the whole wedding planning, done, but her fiance got cold feet (or something, he wasn't a very good guy) and called the whole thing off.
So she's been burned. A few years ago she met a new guy, they started dating, and volia, they're getting married this summer. He's been through a horrible divorce, she was through that called off engagement mess, so they should understand each other pretty well. And they do, from what I've heard. I haven't spent much time with them. Granted, he's not gorgeous like her other fiance. That guy was HOTT. Oh my word. But she said she loved him. So she asked my dad if he would do the wedding (he's a pastor.) We were all excited.
But then they meet last week for their marriage counseling. Granted, they supposedly already had marriage counseling. After what happened, I can't imagine it was very good. My dad didn't really say anything bad to them. He discovered that the fiance (we'll call him Bob) is a New Age whatchamcallit, while Jane and her family are Christian. He asked Jane privately if she knew about this, and she admitted she did (while she passed him off to her family as being a Christian). He thought that she was lowering her standards a lot, but he didn't say so. He asked her if she was okay with everything they talked about (he talked a lot about communication and if either of them thought that this marriage might not work they should back out now--but most decent marriage counselors say that. And if you freak out when you hear it than that should be a red flag!!) Jane said she was fine with everything they talked about. He asked her point blank if she was upset in any way. She said no. He thought she seemed fine. Then they left. As soon as they left she got completely hysterical, called her dad and said that my dad said horrible things and that she was about to cry the entire time because she was so mad and upset and embarassed.
Then her dad called my parents house and ranted and raved and said he'd call back when he wasn't so angry. He said that Jane had called him crying hysterically after the meeting and said what I just said in that last sentance of the last paragraph. Then he hung up on my mom.
We waited a week to get the final results from this. Finally last night Jane's dad talked to my dad. He said that Jane had spend three days crying because of the meeting and had terrible headaches because she was so upset. They'd found somone else to do the wedding, and they didn't want my parents there at all. So my dad said that my husband and I wouldn't be there either (I made that known right away, because I'm not going to have someone trash my parents and then show up at their wedding!!) and Jane's dad said, and I quote, "Spot on!" What the hell is that supposed to mean? Everyone related to our family has been disowned now? Seriously? He said the friendship has been terminated.
I don't understand how this can happen. How can you be that close to someone for so many years and then suddenly have them turn their back on you because their daughter is obviously NOT ready to get married???!!! Because we think it stems back to she is freaked out that she's going to be alone and she's afraid that this guy is going to leave her too, and she'll have nobody. Either that, or the relgion she's been apart of for the past 29 years suddenly means nothing to her so that she wants to marry someone who is totally oppisite of her faith. I'm just trying to understand here.
If you've been dating someone for 2+ years, you should know that they love you, right? You should know that so close to the wedding, nothing can happen that would make them change their mind. You should be secure in your relationship. You should be secure that no matter what is brought up or said, they'll stand by you.
Am I crazy here? Does it sound like she is completely not ready to get married? I mean, My God, 3 days crying? The wedding wasn't even called off. She's an actress by profession, but this stretches the limits of being a drama queen. And I had no idea after 24 years that she was a drama queen because she's never given me the impression that she was.
I talked to my boss (whoe is also one of my BFFs) about this, and she's like, that's ridicoulous. There is no way that girl should be getting married yet. She can't even handle that simple discussion!
So at least I can spend that weekend up north instead of at the wedding. Of course, as soon as that fire is put out, now I've got a coworker who is having some kind of strange mental breakdown illness, perhaps substance related....
My life is kind of a mess right now! So check back later.
Until tomorrow....
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
I was a little angry yesterday...
So yesterday's blog may have been a little harsh. I was fairly crabby yesterday. My boss even told me that if I didn't cool it, I was going to blow out a gasket. Then I snapped at her asking just how she suggested I should "cool it." Put my head in a bucket of ice?
I guess I shouldn't say that I hate liberals. I have a lot of very dear friends who fall on the liberal side of things. I prefer to think of them as "misguided." But I wasn't lying when I said I was not going to pretend to be something I wasn't and I didn't need extra people in my life. Because my very dear liberal friends know where I stand on the issues and they're okay with that. We just try to stay off the topic of politics.
I took a political test today, and it put me almost in the middle of the four quadrants. A conservative liberatrian. Isn't that an oxymoron? It said I was a social liberal. This doesn't make a lot of sense to me, because I would think an issue like abortion (which I am very strongly against) would be a social issue, putting me on the conservative side. All I can figure is that my answers on gay marriage threw it off. I'm not in favor of gay marriage, I still think marriage should be between a man and a woman, but I tend to be pretty wishy-washy on the whole gay issue. I have too many gay friends, I guess. I also have this viewpoint that the government should keep out of our business entirely. Maybe I'll get into that someday. Today I just don't feel like it.
Maybe today I feel like getting a little bit into immigration. On that test there were questions like, "do you think we should have one primary language for all immigants and they should have to learn it?" Yes, I do. And here's why. I would never go live in Mexico, or France, or Russia and expect that they should speak English to accomadate me. If I'm going to live there, then I need to make the nessecary steps to assimilate into their culture. It would be outrageous of me to demand that they change to fit my needs, and that is what I feel has happened in America today. It's ridiculous. Personally I think we should close our borders entirely. We're having enough trouble supporting our own citizens without taking in new ones, and I won't even get into the illegal aliens. Won't even start.
You're probably calling me a hyporcrite right now. You're probably saying "your family immigrated here once too! This country was built on immigrants! You obvioulsy don't know any immigrants!"
First off, yes, my family immigrated here from Germany in the 1880s. Many of them can still speak German (or so I thought, until I did some research and found out that what we actually speak is this mismash of Dutch and German.) They came over here with the expectation that to survive, they would have to learn the language and find a way to support themselves. There weren't any government grants. No one made sure that all labels were printed in multipule languages. You either learned the language and survived, or didn't.
Secondly, you're wrong. I do know immigrants. Some of my families' best friends immigrated here from Africa in the last 20 years. We have a multi-cultural Christmas with all our families with true African dishes and real African people (and I bet you thought I was a neo-natzi who only hung out with whites! Gottcha there.) And guess what? They all speak English. Went through the government and got their citizenship the right way. And for all you people who say, "but people have hard circumstances!" let me give you an example. I have a friend from Mexico who is a few years younger than I am. She came here with her husband and one baby when she was 19. Soon after, he left her high and dry and went back to Mexico. A single mom who could barely speak English. So you know what she did? She pulled herself up by her bootstraps, learned English, took 2 jobs and now she's got her citizenship. (And she's since had another kid, by the way). And she speaks English pretty darn good.
But here's the thing, this country is already built. It's done. It's established. We can barely come up with a system that can take care of the people we have now, much less anyone who wants to move here. So borders? Yup, close 'em. We're full. Until we can figure out how to make this country work by ourselves, we've got no business taking in others. Because right now, my kids and my grandkids (I don't even have any of either yet!) are already in debt up to their eyeballs.
Some great country we're living in right now, huh? I know, I know, you're saying "well then just leave if you don't like it." You know what? No. I won't leave, not yet. For 8 years I listened to every democrat in Hollywood and beyond whining about how much they HATED this country because Bush was running it. And they got to stay. So guess what? So do I. AND I get to whine while I'm here.
Until tomorrow!
I guess I shouldn't say that I hate liberals. I have a lot of very dear friends who fall on the liberal side of things. I prefer to think of them as "misguided." But I wasn't lying when I said I was not going to pretend to be something I wasn't and I didn't need extra people in my life. Because my very dear liberal friends know where I stand on the issues and they're okay with that. We just try to stay off the topic of politics.
I took a political test today, and it put me almost in the middle of the four quadrants. A conservative liberatrian. Isn't that an oxymoron? It said I was a social liberal. This doesn't make a lot of sense to me, because I would think an issue like abortion (which I am very strongly against) would be a social issue, putting me on the conservative side. All I can figure is that my answers on gay marriage threw it off. I'm not in favor of gay marriage, I still think marriage should be between a man and a woman, but I tend to be pretty wishy-washy on the whole gay issue. I have too many gay friends, I guess. I also have this viewpoint that the government should keep out of our business entirely. Maybe I'll get into that someday. Today I just don't feel like it.
Maybe today I feel like getting a little bit into immigration. On that test there were questions like, "do you think we should have one primary language for all immigants and they should have to learn it?" Yes, I do. And here's why. I would never go live in Mexico, or France, or Russia and expect that they should speak English to accomadate me. If I'm going to live there, then I need to make the nessecary steps to assimilate into their culture. It would be outrageous of me to demand that they change to fit my needs, and that is what I feel has happened in America today. It's ridiculous. Personally I think we should close our borders entirely. We're having enough trouble supporting our own citizens without taking in new ones, and I won't even get into the illegal aliens. Won't even start.
You're probably calling me a hyporcrite right now. You're probably saying "your family immigrated here once too! This country was built on immigrants! You obvioulsy don't know any immigrants!"
First off, yes, my family immigrated here from Germany in the 1880s. Many of them can still speak German (or so I thought, until I did some research and found out that what we actually speak is this mismash of Dutch and German.) They came over here with the expectation that to survive, they would have to learn the language and find a way to support themselves. There weren't any government grants. No one made sure that all labels were printed in multipule languages. You either learned the language and survived, or didn't.
Secondly, you're wrong. I do know immigrants. Some of my families' best friends immigrated here from Africa in the last 20 years. We have a multi-cultural Christmas with all our families with true African dishes and real African people (and I bet you thought I was a neo-natzi who only hung out with whites! Gottcha there.) And guess what? They all speak English. Went through the government and got their citizenship the right way. And for all you people who say, "but people have hard circumstances!" let me give you an example. I have a friend from Mexico who is a few years younger than I am. She came here with her husband and one baby when she was 19. Soon after, he left her high and dry and went back to Mexico. A single mom who could barely speak English. So you know what she did? She pulled herself up by her bootstraps, learned English, took 2 jobs and now she's got her citizenship. (And she's since had another kid, by the way). And she speaks English pretty darn good.
But here's the thing, this country is already built. It's done. It's established. We can barely come up with a system that can take care of the people we have now, much less anyone who wants to move here. So borders? Yup, close 'em. We're full. Until we can figure out how to make this country work by ourselves, we've got no business taking in others. Because right now, my kids and my grandkids (I don't even have any of either yet!) are already in debt up to their eyeballs.
Some great country we're living in right now, huh? I know, I know, you're saying "well then just leave if you don't like it." You know what? No. I won't leave, not yet. For 8 years I listened to every democrat in Hollywood and beyond whining about how much they HATED this country because Bush was running it. And they got to stay. So guess what? So do I. AND I get to whine while I'm here.
Until tomorrow!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Hello, I'm new!
So I started this blog because of my friend Emily, who's had a blog for years. I've read hers and it's kind of fun, kinda like reading someone else's diary. And since I never tire of talking about myself, I thought, hey, why not! Now I can aim hundreds of useless words at cyberspace and if people get tired of listening to me talk, they can just click the "X" and shut me up!
About me then...well, I'm all about Internet fads. I'm not the first one to try things out, I'm the middle of the road, "everyone else said this was cool so I'm going to try it" type. I have a Myspace (too creepy, don't use it, too many strangers asking for sex), a Facebook (yes I get heartbroken when people disown me as their "friend" for my lack of communication with them or political viewpoints) a Twitter (celebrities are really just like the really popular people in high school, and they're weird and stupid too) and now, A BLOG! Yay me.
I am from...nowhere, really. Here's me, lacking a place to call home since 1982. Though I live there only in the summer, I can really only call Three Lakes, Wisconsin home. It's the only place I've lived my whole life. I was born in Milwaukee, lived in Sheboygan (Plymouth) WI, Eau Claire, WI, Woodbury MN, Somerset WI, and finally landed in Northeast Minneapolis. I love it there. Being five minutes from downtown is great. I'm just far enough out to escape the "bad stuff" that happens there. I love that I have Minnesota licence plates again. I tend to erase the time I lived in Somerset (just outside the Twin Cities) and tell people I'm from Woodbury. (I am from there, I graduated there and worked there for years after we moved.) So yes, I'm a spoiled Wood-hood brat (for those of you that know anything about the east suburbs) who's deeply offended that her town is getting a new high school this fall and did she still live in her old neighborhood, would have had to go there.
Currently I work at a suburban newspaper as a senior paginator (ie I layout the newspapers) but I won't get into that much because believe me I will rant about my job alot, per, I hate it. I am getting a new job soon as a studio manager at my dance studio and I am very excited. My new boss is the greatest! Not that my current immediate boss isn't awesome too, she's one of my best friends. However, it's the other people running this company that suck.
My loves: animals, dancing, Jesus, my husband, Three Lakes, waterskiing, writing (no, really??), trees, lakes, Florida, cars, fellow conservatives (warning: I may spout off my thoughts about the current administration and it's many, MANY flaws at random, so be prepared), the Twins, cooking, cleaning, driving fast, painting, weddings, designing, shopping, music...I could go on and on.
My hates: (I'm gonna be real blunt here, so prepare to be offended) bad drivers. idiots. jerks. backstabbers. people who are jealous and constantly one up you to make themselves look better. losing. being wrong. liberals. the sierra club. people who excerise eminante domain and demolish historical buildings, especially for parking lots. people who thing global warming is real. people who stir up trouble because they're bored. people who stir up trouble because they're sick. people who think owning their own company makes them God. people who think there is no God (boy are you in for a shock!) ...and I could go on and on.
You might think my list of hates are mean and not politically correct. I don't really care. You see, I've spent most of my life harnessing my beliefs so people will like me. Last week I realized, you know what? Life is too short, and I'm about to explode my unpopular conservative/religious beliefs all over the room because I've held them in too long. I have all the people in my life that I need, and I know that most of them share my feelings. So why do I care if some loser that I went to high school with and never even met doesn't like me because I think global warming is a crock of crap? I really don't. At least, not anymore.
Okay, I'm LEARNING not to care anymore. It's a process. I have to remind myself constantly not to care. If I have to be someone else for a person to be friends with me, then you know what? It's not worth it to have that person as a friend. I've watered down my life all my life (okay, since middle school) and it stops now.
That's all for now folks, I gotta get to work! If you liked it, keep reading. If you didn't like it, well, I already told you what to do with it.
:)
About me then...well, I'm all about Internet fads. I'm not the first one to try things out, I'm the middle of the road, "everyone else said this was cool so I'm going to try it" type. I have a Myspace (too creepy, don't use it, too many strangers asking for sex), a Facebook (yes I get heartbroken when people disown me as their "friend" for my lack of communication with them or political viewpoints) a Twitter (celebrities are really just like the really popular people in high school, and they're weird and stupid too) and now, A BLOG! Yay me.
I am from...nowhere, really. Here's me, lacking a place to call home since 1982. Though I live there only in the summer, I can really only call Three Lakes, Wisconsin home. It's the only place I've lived my whole life. I was born in Milwaukee, lived in Sheboygan (Plymouth) WI, Eau Claire, WI, Woodbury MN, Somerset WI, and finally landed in Northeast Minneapolis. I love it there. Being five minutes from downtown is great. I'm just far enough out to escape the "bad stuff" that happens there. I love that I have Minnesota licence plates again. I tend to erase the time I lived in Somerset (just outside the Twin Cities) and tell people I'm from Woodbury. (I am from there, I graduated there and worked there for years after we moved.) So yes, I'm a spoiled Wood-hood brat (for those of you that know anything about the east suburbs) who's deeply offended that her town is getting a new high school this fall and did she still live in her old neighborhood, would have had to go there.
Currently I work at a suburban newspaper as a senior paginator (ie I layout the newspapers) but I won't get into that much because believe me I will rant about my job alot, per, I hate it. I am getting a new job soon as a studio manager at my dance studio and I am very excited. My new boss is the greatest! Not that my current immediate boss isn't awesome too, she's one of my best friends. However, it's the other people running this company that suck.
My loves: animals, dancing, Jesus, my husband, Three Lakes, waterskiing, writing (no, really??), trees, lakes, Florida, cars, fellow conservatives (warning: I may spout off my thoughts about the current administration and it's many, MANY flaws at random, so be prepared), the Twins, cooking, cleaning, driving fast, painting, weddings, designing, shopping, music...I could go on and on.
My hates: (I'm gonna be real blunt here, so prepare to be offended) bad drivers. idiots. jerks. backstabbers. people who are jealous and constantly one up you to make themselves look better. losing. being wrong. liberals. the sierra club. people who excerise eminante domain and demolish historical buildings, especially for parking lots. people who thing global warming is real. people who stir up trouble because they're bored. people who stir up trouble because they're sick. people who think owning their own company makes them God. people who think there is no God (boy are you in for a shock!) ...and I could go on and on.
You might think my list of hates are mean and not politically correct. I don't really care. You see, I've spent most of my life harnessing my beliefs so people will like me. Last week I realized, you know what? Life is too short, and I'm about to explode my unpopular conservative/religious beliefs all over the room because I've held them in too long. I have all the people in my life that I need, and I know that most of them share my feelings. So why do I care if some loser that I went to high school with and never even met doesn't like me because I think global warming is a crock of crap? I really don't. At least, not anymore.
Okay, I'm LEARNING not to care anymore. It's a process. I have to remind myself constantly not to care. If I have to be someone else for a person to be friends with me, then you know what? It's not worth it to have that person as a friend. I've watered down my life all my life (okay, since middle school) and it stops now.
That's all for now folks, I gotta get to work! If you liked it, keep reading. If you didn't like it, well, I already told you what to do with it.
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