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two good things in one day

Starting on 11/26, I’ll be gainfully employed again. I could have started on 11/12, but it would have made things difficult to go home for Thanksgiving, so I opted for the later start date. Six weeks without a job? I can deal with that. And it’s about time, because I’ve raided the Dollar Spot at every Target I’ve been to in the last few weeks picking up Office-related office supplies, and I’m dying to use my EMPLOYEE OF THE YEAR mug. I’m also dying to printout an 8×10 of this picture and mail it to my old boss. No reason.

The cool thing about this job, without going into too much Google-able detail, is that I’ve worked for this company before and it’s not too bad of a place to work really. The not-so-cool thing about this job is that the pay isn’t quite as good as I was hoping. Not every job can make me a millionaire, but I think the fringe benefits of this one will make up for it. In the meantime, I’m still keeping my options open.

Like I wrote elsewhere earlier today, I’m happy; I’m just not so thrilled I could burst. And I kinda wanted that feeling with a job, but hey – broke ass unemployed people can’t necessarily be choosers!

I was a little irritated today, and probably a little too irritated, at the amount of people that didn’t say "good job" or "congratulations" or anything about it. Now, when I post something like this, I don’t really expect my ego to be stroked that much. But when I personally tell people via email, telephone, or what have you, a little positive reinforcement would be nice, ya know? Or maybe I’m just being sensitive. Because that’s totally me.

Also on the awesome news front today, I got two free tickets to the Timberwolves season opener on Friday. They’re suite (and sweet) tickets. Mainly because I’m a pimp. And because an email went out to Lynx season ticket holders today saying the first 10 people that responded to that email before 6pm today got a pair of tickets. Well, I’m a nerd and I’m unemployed. Of course, I’m checking my email every 10 seconds.

My normal sports-related date is going to be out of town, so I’m now on a mission to find someone else to go with. I’m taking applications now!

whittling no more

A while ago, Jenni and I had signed up to take whittling class through Minneapolis Community Ed. We got a call last night letting us know that the class has been canceled, because only two people had signed up. I don’t think you can fathom the disappointment we both felt upon receiving this call. You see, I had already planned to chop down a few trees throughout my apartment complex, so I could whittle gifts for everyone for Christmas.

We decided to use the $40 we’d spend on our class and drown our sorrows with amazing cheese curds and several rounds of naked ladies in the Northeast area of Minneapolis tonight.

I can’t decide if I want to start whittling on my own or not. After all, the community ed class was going to provide us with finger guards. For some reason, I think this was a great idea.

i have some ideas

I’m glad the Red Sox won the series. They’re my #2 team, so I’m a happy camper. Especially since my #1 team (the Twins) happen to be the most disorganized, backwards acting team in the world right now.

They extended Joe Nathan‘s contract for another year – $6 million for another year as the closer. Never mind we’ve got this fantastic relief pitcher named Pat Neshek that didn’t even make $400,000 last year. Yeah, Nathan’s proven himself for the past few years, but Neshek could do the job. He didn’t have the greatest last half of the season this year, but it’s not like there was anyone else on the Twins roster that deserved to be in the post-season. Besides Torii Hunter.

Speaking of Torii Hunter… The Twins have 15 days to talk Carl Pohlad into opening up his wallet and doing what they can to resign the most awesome player on the entire team. He’s 32 and wants a five year deal; basically, that kinda leads me to believe he wants to retire with the Twins. He’s the freakin’ spokesperson of the Twins. Nobody else on the roster has enough personality or passion to deal with the media on a day-to-day basis. If they don’t sign up, then what? We lose a player people love watching and we’ll wind up with another season where we all complain about how we need some hitters in the line up.

It doesn’t make much sense to me, but then again, this could probably be why I don’t work in the Twins front office. Or anywhere for that matter.

dog park!

Sometimes you take a picture and you don’t have to make a single change to it. It’s rare, but when it happens, it’s so awesome. I’m kinda bummed this one turned out a little blurry, but the colors were too fantastic to not post.

It was in the upper 50s this afternoon, and after I finished running errands, Riley and I headed to the dog park. It was pretty empty, since it was in the middle of employed-people’s work days. I spent some time on my back (hey oh!) in the grass and took a bunch of pictures.

The whole dog park set is right here.

It’s supposed to be slightly warmer tomorrow, but since I have my last insurance-covered chiropractor appointment and an interview at 2:00, he may have to wait until the next time we hit the 60s in late October.

how i almost puked just now

It’s been a while since I last puked. In fact, it was either late May or early June 2003, and it took place in the Taco Bell drive thru line while sitting in the back of my former-roommate’s boyfriend’s car. It was not awesome. In any case, it’s rare. And I’m glad, because the thought puking almost makes me cry.

Just now, I was sleeping on the couch to shake off a kinda crappy feeling and woke up with the taste of vomit in my mouth. This used to happen quite a lot about 2-3 year ago, mostly blamed on stress-related acid reflux; I slowly became addicted to orange-flavored chewable Tums. So, it was less than lovely to wake up with the taste of stress-related puke.

I woke up completely incoherent, and even asked Riley where I should throw up. Of course, I got mad at him when he didn’t tell me. I sat on my bathroom floor while the feeling went away and realized I really need to clean my toilet. Looks like I have something planned for tomorrow

Yuck. Now I don’t want to go back to sleep, because I don’t want to wake up all pukey-feeling again.

my friends mike and mike

I always read my hometown newspaper, The Sedalia Democrat, on a daily basis. I know a few of the writers (I used to be done!) and it’s also fun to keep abreast on the happenings of things eight hours south of me.

Let me give you the lowdown on today’s paper. The high school choir teacher is in the midst of some scandal involving him doing dirty things with students. According to the wording of the article, he’s apparently gay, which not only means some high school boys are going to have some explaining to do to their parents and cheerleader girlfriends, but the choir teacher will either have to pack his bags and move or never step foot out of his house again.

There’s also an article about Mike Hawk selling postcards on eBay. MIKE HAWK. (I’ll make this easier. Mike Hawk = My Cock. Get it? Right.) Funny thing about this? It was after some school-related event, and it must have been in the fall of my sophomore year. A bunch of us, probably six or seven of us, piled into the front of Angie’s truck. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t allowed to have passengers yet (all of our parents did this; driving with friends was too much of a distraction!), but this was important.

We just had to drive from the high school (don’t worry; the choir teacher was a cranky old lady back then) to the closest store we could find, because we’d just been talking about Mike Hawk for hours. We all ran into the store, clearly up to no good, and scattered among the beautiful discount clothing. Either Jackie or Amy ran up to the service desk and asked them to page Mike Hawk. They did, because clearly they hadn’t been giggling about this like we had, and you could hear random teenage girl laughter erupt throughout the store.

Then, we all ran out, piled back into the cab of a Toyota truck and busted it back to school before Angie’s mom caught us breaking Driving Rule #1.

Now that I’ve explained my personal attachment to Mike Hawk, I think you’ll understand why I found the comment that was left on the article so damn hilarious. I’ve provided a screenshot, because I have a feeling that whoever is in charge of the damn web-content issues will deem this offensive. I’m just glad to know that there are people carrying on our infantile high school behavior.

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it probably would have stopped the crying

So. You know I don’t have a job, right? Right. Well, my health benefits run out next week. I’m going to try to squeeze in one final visit to the chiropractor before I’m cut off, because I’m not forking over the $350+/month for COBRA insurance. I’m hoping that doesn’t come back to bite me, but I’m feeling pretty good about locking down a new job.

 As you’ll recall, I spent a lot of time at the dentist a few months ago. It cost a pretty penny… or more like thousands of those pretty pennies, but at least I can eat and drink without crying like a baby. Should I run into that crybaby dental pain thing again, I think I’ve found a solution that might hold me over until dental insurance has once again been secured – Dentemp OS. If I could have found something like that, I wouldn’t have had to spend weeks downing prescription pain killers while waiting to get an appointment into my dentist, ya know?

Not that I’ll avoid going to the dentist now, because I’ve found a really awesome one. I just know that whenever I need any kind of temporary dental repair, I can find some reprieve from the pain just by dropping by the local drugstore.

britney’s blackout cd: my awesome review

I have obtained a copy of Britney Spears’ new CD. Basically, she and I were hanging out after Parenting 101 class, and she offered it to me and asked me to give it a listen. She took the Swiss army knife away from her kids and gave me the CD. (This may all be a lie.)

This was 43.6 minutes (according to iTunes) of my life that I’ll never get back.

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i’ll start a paypal account for his salary

While I’m glad my second favorite baseball team kicked some pretty good ass last night, I still can’t stop thinking about what the Twins are going to do with Torii Hunter.

"I’m kind of disappointed, but what can you do?" Hunter told the St. Paul Pioneer Press. "That’s my home team; I want to be with my home team. But there are no talks, no progress at all. It’s still the same. But there’s still a lot of time left."

He doesn’t hit the most homeruns in the league or steal more bases than anyone else, but I’m okay with that. When have the Twins ever had someone like that, right?

Here’s the thing. We need him. Sure, Joe Mauer’s got hot side burns, a great ass, and the local charm. And Justin Morneau’s got a great bat and is usually consistent playing first base. Those guys are great, but we have absolutely nobody that has any heart at all if Torii Hunter’s not on the team.

I have a proposal. I realize he turned down a $15 million contract offer from the Twins already, but that maybe if we all write strongly worded letters to the Twins front office and send Torii Hunter nice cards telling him now much we love him, he’ll change his mind and let the tight-ass Twins front office make monthly payments to him. I think this is gonna work.

finally upgraded

It was pretty long overdue, so I decided to finally upgrade WordPress to the latest and greatest version. I may be ahead of myself in saying that it’s the greatest version of it… I still haven’t figured a few things out, but hey, I ain’t got all that much on my plate, so I think I might have some time to figure this shit out.

Here’s my dog.