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the last kiss

I went to go see The Last Kiss this weekend. I was craving nachos, and figured the only way to fulfill that craving was to go to the movies and have some. Here’s how I like to go see a movie – just show up at the theater and see whatever is playing next. It’s fun that way.

I was a pretty big fan of Garden State when it came out, but more because of the writing than of Zach Braff’s acting. But with The Last Kiss, I guess it was different.

Zach Braff? He’s hilarious. I kind of want to hang out with him, almost as much as I want to hang out with Justin Timberlake, but with less dancing and bringing sexy back, and more just hanging out.

A guy I work with, who also happens to be a manager now, is buddies with Eric Olsen, who plays Kenny in the movie. They went to high school together and my co-worker went to CA last winter for a week to hang out with him. We also talk about Eric’s upcoming movies and what types of roles he’s busy trying to get. It was a bit odd this morning to email my co-worker, letting him know I saw his buddy’s movie over the weekend. I left out the part in my email about seeing his bare ass and also seeing him do the deed on a white bear skin rug.

In any case, the movie was funny and cute, and it was sad and heartbreaking. My feelings towards the main characater (Zach Braff, of course) ranged from wanting to hang out with him to wanting to hit him in the head with a 2×4.

I thought it was a really good movie. The people next to me couldn’t really vouch for the quality of the movie, but I’m sure they knew how many fillings each of them had.

it’s just that no one else can make me feel this way

In my multitude of blogging reading this morning, I found the policy on bringing sexy back. And it made me laugh a lot.

It will come as no surprise that I am overwhelmingly obsessed with Justin Timberlake’s SexyBack. I downloaded the album (legally), but have yet to get past that song.

Yeah.

our own little anniversary

Yesterday marked one year since I rode from Jordan, MN with a little fat puppy on my lap, trying to come up with a name that fit his personality. While he’d stolen my heart a few weeks before I brought him, it wasn’t until a few days later that the name Riley came to mind and it fit him like a glove.

Since then, I’ve learned that he can only sleep 10 hours without peeing, and he may forget that after a really good night’s sleep. My concern about eating up an entire loaf of bread before it goes bad usually disappears when I’m in the shower and he pulls half a loaf down off the counter to eat for himself. You’d think I’d remember to keep it on top of the ‘fridge, but after three times (the 3rd being today), I guess I still haven’t learned.

I’ve turned into one of the crazy people that talks and, uh, sings to their pet, with absolutely no regard of who may hear what I’m saying or in what self-amusing voice I might happen to be using at a time.

He’s always one of the fastest dogs at the dog park and he can jump high enough that his head is level to mine. It usually takes him about five days to chew through a rawhide bone, but he’ll never dream of hurting any of his overly girly stuffed animals.

While there has been a lot of change in my life over the past year, he’s definitely been the biggest highlight of them all.

I wanted to post some new pictures, but I keep getting some weird I/O error message. Instead, you get the link to his set on Flickr and a few pictures from the beginning in the extended entry.

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so i almost killed my grandma

One of the best things about my cousin having a blog, aside from pictures and stories of the best second-cousin in the world, is that I get to read stories about myself that I might not necessarily remember, because I was either A) too young or B) don’t have the memory she has.

Today was one of my favorite stories. It’s one of those things that I think I may remember, but I also think it could be because the story gets told on a regular basis. I can’t say my love for all things flaming has faded, but I will say I’m more careful about whose head I may cover in a sweet ball of fire.

From the cousin today: I’ve got to interject right here, because I want to tell you my all-time favorite camping story, but it doesn’t fit anywhere else in my story so I’m going to drop it here. We were on a big family camping trip. My granny had this bouffant hairdo – how she got hair that big in the great outdoors, I have no idea. The Cuz (that’s me) was a wee one who was probably too young to be given a marshmallow on a sharp stick and instructions to stick the whole rig into the campfire, but what the hell did we know? When she pulled that black, flaming marshmallow from the fire, she went looking for someone to remove it for her and plop! The whole mass of flaming goo landed in Granny’s ‘do. I think Jesus’ love was the only thing that protected my granny from the potentially lethal combination of fire and half a jar of Dippity Do.

I really miss our family camping trips that involved my arthritic grandma’s hair catching on fire due to wreckless fire-handling abilities. At least I didn’t try touching the hot marshmallow myself, right?

i have rough life

This is the shirt I have on today. It’s the only math equation that I’ve ever truly enjoyed. I finally broke down and bought this one and this one from ThinkGeek. I’d been eyeing them forever, and decided I need some more t-shirts anyway. Right.
I’m pretty sure my car needs a new serpentine belt and possibly my brakes should be bled. Of co urse, I didn’t figure that out on my own. That’s why I have manly man friends. Now just comes the part of me taking it into a shop and acting like I know what’s going on.

There are very, very few times in my life when I hate being a girl. One of those times is directly related to my uterus and/or ovaries. The other is when I have to have any type of mechanical work done to my car at all. Even during an oil change, I always think the 20-year-old mechanics are going to try to trick me into getting blinker fluid.

And then there’s the whole going without a car thing while the car’s in the shop, which I pretty much hate more than almost anything. Maybe it gives me a good excuse to go get a Nintendo DS Lite and sit in the waiting room while they make the necessary repairs to my still unnamed car.

the fish taco has a piece of pike in it

Fish Taco.

Mexican Wrestler.

Raspberry Undercurrent.

One would not think those are the names of three alcoholic beverages that come in the form of a shot. But they are. And I would venture to say I’m the only one that’s ever had all three in the same night, courtesy of Town Talk Diner.

Times like to night reassure me that I have the most awesome friends ever. And look! Pictures to prove it.

you’ve missed my lists

• Right now, my favorite blog ever belongs to Jodi’s nephew, Max. It’s no secret I’ve thought he was the coolest kid I’d never met for a long, long time, and his blog just solidifies that.
• I’ve been using Vox for the past few months and it’s pretty cool. I’m a fan of their interface, Question of the Day, and their employees. I have two invitations right now, so if you’re in desperate need of a Vox account, let me know. I’ll gladly send you one. It’s like LiveJournal for grownups. And I guess that doesn’t say much about me, since I love me some LJ, too.
• I have the follow up appointment for my gimped foot today. It’s with my podiatrist who has given me two cortizone shots, removed two ingrown toenails, and gets mad at me when I wear my Chuck Taylor shoes into her office. Today I have on Steve Maddens. She’ll be so impressed.
• My puppy is back to finding his gay roots by accessorizing with a red bandana. And clearly enjoying it.
• There have been ants moving from cube to cube at my office. I bought ant traps last night and had planned to destroy them all today. I got to work, and it seems the infestation has gone. I’ll be ready next time.
• Also bug related, I’ve had little bitty flies all around my sink drain lately. I’ll keep this short by saying my entire apartment now smells like clove-scented Raid. And all the flies are laying feet up on my counter. I showed them.

liriano down for the season

My Work BFF™ and I went to lunch today. We specifically timed it, so we’d see the first few innings of the Twins game. Franciso Liriano, the most awesome rookie pitchers of the league, was going to be starting. While he was going to be on a limited pitch count to begin with, we were overly excited to see the F-Bomb do some damage back on the mound, regardless of how few pitches he might throw.

Everyone else in Bloomington had the same idea, because we had to wait 20 minutes for a table. By the time we were finally seated, it was the top of the 3rd inning. No sooner than we had ordered our drinks did the entire sports bar grow quite a bit quieter.

We watched Liriano as he throw a horrible pitch Bobby Kielty that Twins catcher Mike Redmond had to dig out of the dirt. Liriano doesn’t through bad pitches like that. And he especially doesn’t walk off the mound after a pitch and follow it by bending down with his hands on his knees. We knew it wasn’t pretty; we just hoped it wasn’t as bad as it is.

There’s no doubt that every Twins fan out there wants to see this kid back in the lineup as soon as possible. Even he wants to be back in the lineup as soon as possible.

The rumor around the sports sites everywhere is that the next step is Tommy John surgery. Tommy John surgery is where they replace the ligament in your elbow with one from another place on your body. Then, you rehabilitate. For an entire year.

Liriano is one of my favorite Twins players, so to see him in the kind of pain that won’t even let him throw more than 30 pitches, it’s sad. I hope the off-season is all it takes to get this phenom back in the lineup. With Liriano and Santana forming one of the most tenacious 1-2 pitching combinations in the league, there’s no telling what could happen.

i hope it’s kevin jr.

I don’t really know that my life can regularly continue until I find out what Britney Spears and K-Fed named their new offspring. Becuase, seriously. This shit effects me.

a boyfriend from craig

This long. But it’s worth the read, if you haven’t heard about it already. It may be a chapter in my upcoming memoir, “My Secret Life in Santiago”.

Yesterday morning, Jenni sent me a link to an ad on craigslist, which just happened to be listed under the “Missed Connections” part of the site. I’ve looked at those ads before, and usually it’s the patient who loves her doctor:

Dave G. – ER Doctor at Fairview – w4m
Doc, what a shame we didn’t talk longer. I would love to be your patient any day.

or the girl in the black sweater who may have possibly found her soul mate in a Barnes & Noble over lunch today:

Minnetonka Barnes & Noble -lunch today. – w4m – 38
To the gorgeous guy that I saw at Barnes & Noble in Mtka. today. Are you single?
Girl in black sweater..

Can you see how they’re not really something I really become interested in for too long at a time?

The ad that Jenni sent, though, was even better:

you were cute with your ‘boot’ – m4w – 28
hobbling along in downtown minneapolis, hope you find this

Guess who was hobbling along in downtown Minneapolis Friday night with a ‘boot’? Yours truly.

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