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google is a fine name

I think my first child and/or next pet will be named Google. It’s a strong name and basically rules my life, so why not name an offspring – animal or otherwise – after it?

Jenni and I are trying to organize the Truffle Making Bonanza this weekend, and we were trying to locate our recipe from last year, but nobody really had the exact one we did and we were starting to get a little frustrated for various reasons. And then I realized – GMAIL WILL STILL HAVE IT.

Sure enough. I located the recipe document from last year in my Archived email, and then magically opened it with Google’s Documents and Settings so that Jenni could view and/or edit it.

Then, I added my truffling plans for the weekend to my Google calendar, which conveniently text messages me 30 minutes before everything I have listed on my calendar.

Google Berry. It’s beautiful.

perfect for a committment-phobe like me

I don’t really talk much about my personal life in great detail. I usually give you vague information and let you draw your own conclusions, because I figure you’re all creative enough as it is. Consider this a treat.

A couple of weeks ago, I met someone at a bar. Yeah, classy, I know, but it kinda works for me. We hang out once a weekend and I can carry on with my life the way I like it during the week. However, I may be the only one that thinks this way between the two of us.
Between rendezvouses, one of us texts and/or calls constantly. That one of us isn’t me. Today alone I’ve gotten 11 text messages and only two of those have been returned.

It also helps matters, as far as I’m concerned, that there’s a good hour’s drive between us, which gives me the perfect excuse not to be able to schedule anything during the week. Throw in photography class and the occasional appearance at fightknitting club and the laundry I keep using as an excuse, and really, the only time I have to get together is on the weekend.

However, someone (again not me) has to ruin it by trying to be in constant contact and trying to get together all week long. It’s frustrating and annoying during the week when I’m trying to carry on my awesome lifestyle (like going to see Alpha Dog tonight by myself thankyouverymuch), but the dividends on the weekend are paying off well enough to make me almost forget the barrage of daily texts saying “so, what’s up?”.

I’ll tell you what’s up. Your phone bill if you don’t have unlimited text messages, my friend.

nerd quiz

I had a kick ass weekend, with pictures and stories to post, but I’m sleepy for reasons that can’t really be divulged. Instead of content, you get this:

Create your own Friend Quiz here

your friendly truffle reminder

Did you order truffles yet? Here’s the last post for reference or here are the details, too:

Order your truffles by February 2 to make sure we can deliver them in time for Valentine’s Day.

6 for $12
12 for $20
24 for $36

Free local delivery; $6 for shipping elsewhere.

We’re up to 13 people this year. So amazing. Order truffles at teamboobylicious.com to support us!

Also, have you thought about walking, or even volunteering on the crew? What’s keeping you from signing up? There’s still time to join Team Boobylicious and honestly change your life and the lives of women everywhere forever.

P.S. Boys are totally accepted, too. We actually have a boy on the team this year!

the doctor i love

Plague Watch 2007 continues on. I went to my doctor today. It’s been the only time I’ve seen her for something that didn’t have to do with The Accident of 2006.

Six weeks of cold symptoms scare doctors a little bit, but not enough to do anything besides give me a little Zithromax. After I described my phlegm in great detail, she advised me to take Sudafed during the day for the snotty nose. What kind of Sudafed you ask? According to my doctor, “get the kind behind the counter. It’s the kind you can make meth with.”

SCORE!

melodramatic isn’t a strong enough word

I’m watching American Idol again this year. It’s not like that’s a shocker. I even got into a discussion with my chiropractor’s office manager about the damn show today.
You know what I’m tired of already this year, even though it’s into the second week of the season? The sob stories.

Some girl name Ashanti is reciting a clearly over-rehearsed speech about her struggles to make it to the tryouts for the third or fourth time and blah blah blah. What cracks me up is that these horrible singers thing they’re actually going to change the judges mind by saying: “You don’t understand!” They may not understand, but even more importantly? They don’t care.

I hate it when they girls dress like hooches. I hate it when people dress up like Uncle Sam. I hate it when people honestly think they’re really, really good and, well, aren’t. I hate it when people say that their family or their friends or their co-workers convince the people they know to try out, knowing damn good and well they’re gonna sound like a dying camel. I hate anytime Randy Seacrest opens his mouth.
But, man, I love the show. I love it when Simon checks out the 19 year old girls that walk in. I love it when Randy gets to the point where he can’t stop laughing. I love it when Paula has to pass on someone and doesn’t know how to tell them. And I love that no matter how horrible a singer might be at the beginning of the show, and no matter how badly I want to turn the damn show off, I don’t – I sit through the two hour episode because it sucks me in like one hell of a vacuum.

date a millionaire!

For you long time readers, it’s not going to come as a surprise to you that I used to be a big fan of online dating. I’ve kind of abandoned the dating aspect of it now, and have wound up meeting pretty much some of the coolest people ever from different online sources.

However, if I were to decide to get back into the whole online hook up arena, I might start at a site called Millionaire Singles. I mean, why wouldn’t I, right?

It looks like this particular site is still relatively new and just because the word millionaire is in the URL, it doesn’t exactly mean everyone on there is rolling in the dough, which is kind of disappointing.

I did a search for 200 miles within my zip code, which would include heavily populated places like, you know, Minneapolis and St. Paul, but turns out the site isn’t much for the same sex matchmaking. Like at all. So, yeah.

One more dating site among the hundreds that are already out there, so why not sign up at this one, too? There’s probably a cliche about not leaving any stone unturned, but I can’t remember it.

i may whine slightly

I have a cold-like symptoms for approximately ever. It’s been at least early to mid-December where I haven’t been coughing or sneezing or so congested in some fashion that I can’t even breathe and/or sleep. It’s so damn ridiculous.

I’ve lost my voice twice, been to urgent care once, had a fever twice, and coughed up two lungs and possibly my pancreas.

I may own stock in DayQuil, but only the off-brand kind.

I really just want to get better so I don’t feel like ass for 24 hours straight. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

Alright. I’m done whining.

there’s no reason for me not to move to vegas (pt 3)

(I started writing, but this got way too long, so here’s the summary of Sunday in Vegas.)

I think I managed to sleep until 9 Sunday morning. It was still before everyone else, so I headed down to blow so more money before we had to check out of our magical castle hotel. I won back five times my money [picture] I played that morning before we checked out. Keeping in mind I only played $25, I wasn’t exactly rolling in the dough.

After checkout, we headed to the Aladdin for all-you-can-eat brunch. Once again, the food was phenomenal, even if we couldn’t really eat as much as we thought we would. Minutes before we slipped into food coma number two, we walked through the shopping area at Aladdin and then split up. Jenni, Matt, and Jumi went window shopping at the Forum Shoppes at Caesar’s Palace and underwear shopping at the Playboy store. Bill, Katie, and I walked down the strip on our way to the Wynn. [picture] Fancy. Pants.

Once again, we grabbed two cabs back to Excalibur where our third and final limo would pick us up and take us to the airport. While we were all exhausted, we were all sad to go. [picture]

We landed in Minneapolis on a runway that was covered in snow. The plane used quite a bit of the runway, but hey, we got home safe and that’s all that matters. When we got inside, Cindi was there to welcome us back to the 612 [picture].

It was the first time I’d taken a vacation with a group of friends before and I know it certainly won’t be the last. It was an unbelievably awesome time, and I know everyone had a blast.

Vegas? Recommended for everyone, yo.

there’s no reason for me not to move to vegas (pt 2)

(I started writing, but this got way too long, so here’s the summary of Saturday in Vegas.)

I woke up early Saturday morning. I kept trying to go back to sleep, but knowing there were hookers and porn stars (not really work safe) and casinos shaped like castles right outside my window did not make it easy. I got up, showered, and texted Bill, who was also awake.With everyone else still sleeping, we hit Starbucks for coffee before walking around through Excalibur and the Luxor [picture]. Bill is like a fountain of knowledge when it comes to Vegas, so it was awesome to get the background scoop from all the buildings around us. We eventually met up with everyone else in Mandalay Bay for brunch [picture] after wandering around the casino area for a while [picture]. Mandalay Bay was also where the awards show for porn stars was being held later that night.

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