Oct
31
I don’t ask a lot of you people. Okay, I actually do, but go with me ont his one.
Jodi’s brother-in-law Ben Kimball has been nominated as a finalist for The Blogging Scholarship.
All you have to do is click right here and vote for him. That’s it. Do it. It’s easy and fun.
Jodi has reasons why you should. My main reason? He has the coolest son ever.
Oct
30
Disclaimer: I know my wreck was nothing compared to some, and I’m so so so thankful that I could walk away from it.
Guess what? You win an update on the latest of my medical woes. And I’ve decided I should put all of these posts together as a script for a TV show and call it ER: Minneapolis.
The results of my CT scan came back and word has it I have a “normal cervical spineâ€, which is somewhat contrasting to the story I was given in urgent care of: “you have a piece of vertebrae floating around in your neck ligamentsâ€. Ah, when the opinions of two doctors collide! Truth be known, I’m going to have to believe the urgent care doctor based on the fact that the doctor I saw on Thursday had to go ask another doctor for the answers to every question I had. But I’ll deal with that at a later date, I suppose.
The chiropractor has been a miracle worker, and if he weren’t married with 2309 kids, I’d be inclined to ask him to move in with me for no other reason than to do my laundry and fix my back/neck/shoulders every day. He’s just that good.
Oct
30
Last Wednesday, my backup chiropractor, Dr. Mike, was snapping multiple things in my neck and asked me if I was all excited for Halloween. I told him I wasn’t and Halloween wasn’t really one of my favorite holidays. That was until the Halloween entertainment began Thursday night while I was making my costume and my love for Halloween has continued on until this morning when I started looking at pictures from the weekend. Um, I ♥ Halloween.
Wednesday night, while my dog was having vomiting induced, I went to Wal-Mart and laughed the entire time I was shopping in the craft and/or hunting department for my costume essentials.
I started putting things together Thursday and continued laughing while I watched the week’s worth of The View in the background.
After Gopher hockey on Friday, where I realized how much I miss college sports, I went to Jumi’s Halloween party sans costume. I only lasted a couple of hours before I had to go home, but was more than entertained by Cindi dressed like a douchebag fratboy who slipped roofies (or maybe Smarties) in everyone’s drink.
It was easy to get into the Halloween spirit on Saturday, as I helped Sean cover his garage floor in sawdust and proceed to splatter blood from a 5 gallon bucket all over the garage with a machete. We sat around in the blood-sprayed garage for a few minutes watching “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”, which I really hope his neighbors saw.
The Halloween Bash started later that night and it was a really, really awesome time. I haven’t emptied out my camera, except for two videos (one of Ryan breathing fire and one of Bill rocking out as Slash from GNR), but here are some pictures from Jenni’s camera. And then there’s my favorite picture of the night behind the jump.
Oct
27
Oct
25
Dear Karma:
What the hell did I ever do to you? It may be possible you’re mistaking me for someone else.
I wanted to write details, but I physically can’t. My hands get numb when I type for too long.
Hugs and kisses,
Wendy
Oct
25
I just feel validated I’m not the only one that thinks this.
Yesterday’s was a That Is Totally Me! comic as well.
Oct
24
This is from ye ol’ 10 Year Reunion last month. It kinda took an entire month for the photographer to make the pictures she took available. Odd, I thought, but whatever. That’s why she’s a professional photographer and I’m not, right?
This one, as you can see, is a “proof” and I’m supposed to pay $6 for a 4×6 of it. I probably will, though, because who wouldn’t want a picture of these three hot asses hanging on the wall next to the picture of me and my brother that was taken last Thanksgiving?
The photographer was actually really fun. She wasn’t a fan of those lame ass posed Homecoming dance shots, and just told us to do whatever. It should be painfully obvious that we were clearly being fashion models.
Oct
23
I always forget how much I love the internet, and I hate it that I have to be reminded how awesome it is by things like the COPPER COWBOY from Chicago emailing me.
How cute is it that he emailed me through Flickr to ask if I could send copies of the pictures I took to him, and then emailed a second time apologizing for bothering me and saying he’d figured out how to download them on his own?
I mean, I heard SexyBack on the way into work this morning, so I had hopes that it would turn into a surprisingly good Monday, but by about noon that had all changed and continued to go downhill when I remembered my normal chiropractor was on vacation and I had to see his partner, Dr. Mike, who for some reason makes my muscles tense up even more.
But then an email from the Copper Cowboy completely turned my night around… at 9pm.
Oct
22
I tried to let this go with just two sentences, but it was too awesome to leave at that.
The 612 Party, celebrating all things Minneapolis and then some, is easily the best party I’ve been to in months. The Party Cabin is by far my favorite, but you can’t compare one night to a weekend. Considering I didn’t get home until 8 a.m. Saturday morning, though, you could very possibly consider The 612 Party as a LOCK IN!
Cindi hooked us up with her monster-sized party room, which was full of a ton of furniture, awesome mirrors, and was wonderfully decorated with a Minneapolis-motif. Matt was clearly the best bartender in town. As much as I would like to name everyone that was there, I can’t remember because there was a ton of in-and-out traffic. I guess that’s what you get for posting a party invitation for all the internet to see. But it’s good to know it worked!
There were two boys (Ben and Ryan) that showed up at some point that were awesome. Much discussion has taken place about these dudes, and nobody knows anything about them! Normally, that wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but we all really liked them. So, like my cast-fetish boyfriend of sometime ago, I posted an ad on Craig’s List to find them. Yes, it’s that important, because, as the ad says, I really needed to finish my baseball discussion with Ryan.
There are my pictures, Jenni’s pictures, and Desi’s pictures so far. I’ve added half of theirs to my Flickr shopping cart, and I’m sure I’ll have more to add before getting them all printed. I’ve realized I’m not printing out enough pictures, so I hafta start. I’ll really want to be able to show the pictures of The 612 Party to the children I adopt from Kenya, Anarctica, and West Virginia.
The pictures are making me laugh, my all-access backstate pass lanyard is hanging on my bathroom door knob, and I’m making good use of the leftover vodka from the Jello Shot Salad. If nothing else, it should be some good tonight.
Oct
22
First, me in my new Twins stocking cap and Riley:
From our trip to Chicago. If I were to move somewhere outside of the Twin Cities, it would be Chicago.
From the 612 Party. I seriously have the most awesome friends ever and I invite you all to visit so you can meet them.
Back to my Sims-playing, football-watching Sunday afternoon.
