lynx season closer
This evening’s Lynx game was the last one of the 2007 season. The Lynx kicked ass, though, and Erica once again hooked me up with seats – this time courtside, and I do mean courtside. The local cameraman and his awesome cord-holding guy were the only thing between us and the court. Stephanie and I tried to keep our grossly inappropriate comments to a minimum, since we were sitting in the fancy seats.
After the game, the players signed autographs. Why, yes, I am a nerd and, yes, I did wait in line to get as many autographs as I could in 20 minutes. And we also stood outside the door to high five the team headed back into the locker room.
I was gigantic nerd, and am still feeling gigantically nerdy about the entire game/post-game activities. The Lynx turned out to be incredibly awesome to watch this year, despite a less than stellar record, and I really can’t wait to see who we land in the 2008 draft. With Lindsey Harding back to full strength for next season, and Seimone Augustus still as awesome as ever, anyone we can snag will make an awesome addition to the team.
Now I have to find a big enough frame to hold the autographed “Go Lynx!” sign that I now have in my possession. I don’t have my dream basement yet, that’ll be covered from floor to ceiling with autographed posters and game-worn jerseys, so my hallway might just have to work for now.
drug rehabs
I’m a celebrity-news junkie and sometimes I don’t like admitting that. And it’s gotta be at least once a day where someone is going to rehab – Britney or Nicole Ritchie or Amy Winehouse or Oprah (not really on the last one, but it wouldn’t surprise me). I don’t feel sorry for them, but it just makes me glad I don’t have a drug problem that requires fourteen different drug rehabs before finding one that works.
Maybe if Mama Spears would stop playing the whole cougar game with K-Fed and his droopy drawers, she could do a little research, get some referrals on which rehab site would work best for charming *ahem* daughter, and prevent her cooch-showing offspring from shaving her head for no reason. Maybe that’s kind of a bad example given my recent hair-cutting activities…
buzzed!
More pictures later, of course, and also an awesome recap of last night, but now I can only provide you with this beautiful cameraphone photo I took on the way into work today.
in 12 hours, my head will be shaved
Today is Head Shaving Day. Yikes!
Our Send-Off Party/Silent Auction starts at 7pm tonight at Hubert’s Bar & Grill in downtown Minneapolis. If you can make it, you’ll get to witness The Great Head Shaving Incident of 2007. If you can’t make it, I imagine there will be more than enough pictures, and perhaps some video, if you’re lucky.
In the meantime, please pop over and check out the items we have available in our silent auction. If you see something you like and don’t live nearby or can’t make it to Hubert’s tonight, I’m sure we can make arrangements!
mattress and then some
A couple of years ago, I made my very first grown up furniture purchase – a full-size mattress. Hey, it was a big step up from the twin size hospital bed mattress my grandma had sent to Minnesota with me, and it was very exciting. Since then, I’ve moved into my own apartment, which resulted in a whole bunch of grown up furniture. I only skimped in one department, and that was the dining room table. Let’s face it – I never planned on using it for more than a holding spot for Target purchases I’m too lazy to put away when I get home from a massive shopping spree.
Until about a week ago, Riley’s crate had also been taking up nearly my entire dining room, causing my $99 IKEA-purchase dining set (a table and four chairs – how could I say no?) to be shoved up against the wall. Now that he’s all grown and has abandoned his crate (I’m still keeping my fingers crossed that this is permanent), I’m exploring my options. And I’m kind of in love with the dining room sets that are a big higher than regular ones, like this one. Why? Because my dog that winds up being close to five feet tall when he stands up won’t be able to have complete frickin’ access to it like he does my current one.
Granted, GalleryFurniture.com isn’t exactly local to the Minneapolis area. But at least I know the next time I visit Texas where I can find some inexpensive and not too shabby looking Houston furniture!
the kindness of strangers when it comes to boobs
For the most part, the people that donated things and ended up winning things at the Boob Ha Ha were people I’d never met. Hey, strangers like boobs.
Barbara, from knittingpassion.com, has just thrown down a challenge of her own:
Here’s what I will promise to do – for each and EVERY dollar (up to $100) that any of you will donate to put Wendy over the top . . . I will match it. You donate $1 and I will give $1. My cap at this point is $100 – so if one person antes up the entire $100, that will be the end of it – but, HEY, you can up the ante yourself, you see. If you REALLY want to make a difference, write about it at YOUR site and offer to match funds up to whatever amount you can afford.
So far, there’s been $15 thrown in, all of which Barbara will match. (Ironic that my company doesn’t do donation matching, but strangers from the Internet do, no?)
Man, I love the internet. And thanks so much, Barbara!!
starting from scratch would have been easier
My to-do list over the past year has just kept growing and growing, but the main thing I keep focusing on is rebuilding my credit. I was an idiot with my finances when I first moved to Minnesota over five years ago, and anyone that tries to approve me for a loan can probably tell you the same thing. I was young. They didn’t teach me it in school. I can use whatever excuse I want, but it doesn’t just automatically make those negative credit marks disappear. Unfortunately.
It wasn’t until about three months ago that I wound up with another credit card. None of those cash back credit cards for me, though. My cute little baby card with its $300 limit is slowly helping me boost that credit score when I pay it down every month. No, I didn’t think to compare credit cards or worry about the company that’s going to offer me better balance transfers, because anyone in their right mind is going to turn me down. I took the first one I “qualified” for an ran with it.
It makes me kind of happy that over the past year, my credit score has jumped 30 points. That’s not a lot, but from where I’m at, there’s really nowhere else to go up out of the cellar. So, hey, I’m happy. And it doesn’t take much these days.
when i’m nervous i can’t stay on topic
I love my tattoos so much. My latest one is currently entering scab over and itch phase, which I absolutely hate, but I’m good at ignoring it.
I’m torn between my next tattoo idea, mainly because I don’t know where to put it. I just know if I win one of these tattoo gift certificates that were donated from Steady Tattoo in Minneapolis, it’ll probably spur my decision along a little more quickly.
Hey, have you checked out the goods we have up for auction? The auction ends on Thursday, and hell yes, we’ll ship most of it! Just probably not the cakes.
Speaking of fundraisers, things aren’t going so well at work. My Work BFF™ just told me I should treat work like I’m fundraising (for myself instead of The 3 Day), and I’ll do just fine. I kind of love that kid a lot, and not because she just went to buy me lunch today because I didn’t have cash and didn’t want to leave my desk.
I had the most bizarre IM conversation today and I don’t even understand where it was going, regardless of how many times I’ve went back to read it.
one more time for good measure
It’s starting to storm here again and it seems pretty severe according to the news. I missed the window of opportunity to take Riley outside before it started pouring, which meant our three minutes outside warranted standing outside while it was lightening. Not the safest thing I’ve ever done, but there are still about two dozen trees left from this weekend’s storm that are still standing. They seemed like better targets than me.
My lights just flickered. If I lose power again, I might have to cry.
I kind of hate Dakota County, because they blow the sirens even when there’s just a severe thunderstorm warning. I’m from Missouri, folks. You blow the sirens when a tornado’s coming and that’s the only time you blow the sirens.
Hmm. I should maybe sleep with pants on tonight. No reason.
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