twodolla

i enjoy nachos.

By

a broken chair, rope trick, awesome pizza, and cookies

Last year for Christmas, my grandma gave me a new office chair, which I asked for and which I love. I put it together a few weeks ago. Finally. And I’m horrible at putting things together completely. So now, an arm has fallen off, and I’m refusing to fix it because I can’t find my trusty Philips head screwdriver. I’m sure it’s improving posture by using it this way.

The Usual Suspects and I hit the town last night, for the first time in several weeks. Our mission was to see Rope Trick. (Stop reading until you listen to their songs on the ‘Space.) And now go ‘head and read Matt’s article about them in Metro. If you’re not going to take the time to listen and/or read more about them, just read this: The lead singer is a gay Asian cowboy that yodels and sings Cowboy’s Sweetheart. It’s absolutely fabulous, and if you can ever go see Rope Trick anywhere, go do it.

I met picked Jenni up for lunch today, and our mission was AWESOME PIZZA. We’ve been bothering Pizza Luce for quite possibly years to put this pizza on the menu and name it AWESOME PIZZA. It’s awesome because it’s all cheese: Gouda, provolone, goat cheese, and mozerella. Then, it’s imperative that you cover it with Parmesan cheese and red pepper flakes. So delicious.

We’re selling holiday cookies again as our first fundraiser for the 2008 3 Day. It’s basically the same as always. Go here to order dozens and dozens of chocolate chip, peanut butter blossom, iced sugar cookies, or a variety of the three. Local Twin Cities delivery is free, and I’ll even be delivering locally to the mid-Missouri area, because I’m so nice like that. Otherwise, delivery will add another $6 to your total. The deadline for ordering is December 11th, and delivery will begin on December 16th or 17th! It’s $6/dozen or $25 for five dozen. What a savings! As usual, absolutely all proceeds will be donated towards Team Boobylicious’s fundraising efforts.

And let’s just go ahead and Friday Shuffle:

  1. Smack My Bitch Up -  Richard Cheese
  2. ‘Til I Gain Control Again – Willie Nelson
  3. Love Me So Bad – Lyrics Born
  4. ABC – Jackson Five
  5. Face Down, Ass Up – DJ Isaac
  6. Within You – David Bowie
  7. Walking on Sunshine (Lenny B’s Club Mix) – The Jay Boys
  8. Basket Case – Green Day
  9. I Remember When – New Kids on the Block
  10. Fell in Love With a Girl – White Stripes

By

happy birthday, chele!!!

You know how you get really lucky and find people in your life that make you just want to be better at everything? Have a better attitude, change the world, always see the positive – all the good things that just make you a better person?

If you have Chele in your life, you’re lucky enough to have one of these people.

I love her so much, I let her do this:

Happy Birthday, Chele! You’re the best ever and I’m so happy to call you my friend!!

By

bill smith? is that an alias?

Just because I can’t find your name in the phone book, fine sir, does not mean that I won’t find a way to track you down and say mean things to you. (Smith, for those if you not in the know, took over as the Minnesota Twins General Manager this past season when Terry Ryan "resigned")

Order of business for Bill, so far, must be as follows:

  1. Piss of all the fans.
  2. Oops. Never mind. There’s only 1.

Torii Hunter’s contract comes up, and Bill balks on it all. What happens? Torii’s playing for the LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Angels.

Secondly? He trades Matt Garza (who probably would have been a starter this year), Jason Bartlett (the shortstop in 07, but would have had to fight to keep his starting gig in 08), and a prospect pitcher named Eduardo, who was rocking pretty good in Fort Meyers. Who do we get from Tampa Bay? Delmon Young (runner up for AL Rookie of the Year last year), Brendan Harris (who played 2nd base last year) and a minor leaguer named Jason Pridie. (all the details are here)

I’m kind of excited about Young – a young, successful outfielder for the Twins? It just means that when it’s time for his contract to be renewed, we’ll lose him. So, let’s not get too attached. He’s only 22, though, which means the Twins Front Office won’t be kicking him out the door on his aging (in their opinion) ass until a couple of years into the new stadium. I’m rather intrigued with his history of being suspended to due rage and violence, but with Torii gone now, we need someone that will show an emotion other than a polite grin and nod.

Typical 2007 Lineup What 2008 Might Look Like
  1. Nick Punto – 3B
  2. Jason Bartlett – SS
  3. Torii Hunter – CF
  4. Michael Cuddyer – RF
  5. Joe Mauer – C
  6. Justin Morneau – 1B
  7. Alexi Casilla – 2B
  8. Jason Kubel – LF
  9. Johan Santana – P
  1. Brian Buscher – 3B
  2. Brendan Harris – SS
  3. Delmon Young – CF
  4. Michael Cuddyer – RF
  5. Joe Mauer – C
  6. Justin Morneau – 1B
  7. Nick Punto – 2B
  8. Kubel/Craig Monroe – LF
  9. Johan Santana – P

What is that? And the off-season rumor mill is stacked with ideas of Santana going to the Yankees for Melky Cabrera and a pile of pitching propects, or to Boston for the same type of deal. Prospects do not equal Cy Young awards, shitheads. I’m not understanding the logic behind this offseason so far at all. Not one single bit.

I don’t like memorizing all new jersey numbers, batting stances, and running styles before every season. Did you ever see the Yankees sign 650 new people prior to a season and then win the Series? Nope, and they even PAY their players.

I’m mad at the Twins. But really I’m just mad at Bill Smith. You’re on my list. pal.

By

not even a state anymore

As embarrassing as it might be to admit this, I’m kind of a fan of Beauty and the Geek. And by kind of a fan, I mean I love it a lot.

Last night it was revealed that America gets to vote on the winner of this season, which is kind of good. If it would have been up to the previous contestants that sucked ass and aren’t in the mansion anymore, there’s no way that Sam & Nicole would have a chance. Not that I want them to win, I don’t think, but I just want it to be fair, dammit.

Except, I couldn’t, because my state wasn’t listed.

How can you include New Hampshire and not Minnesota? I mean, it’s bigger for crap’s sake.

It’s there today, but I don’t want to vote anymore. I feel too neglected.

By

some randoms; do it if you want

While I didn’t need any prompting for a post on Sunday, because I was too busy driving forklifts, I will take the prodding from The Cuz to participate in this meme.

Here are the rules, the latter two of which I’m not doing, because I’m a rule-breaker, dammit:

1. Link to the person who tagged you
2. Share seven random things about yourself
3. Tag seven random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs
4. Let each person know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs

I kind of hate these, because if this blog is nothing else, it’s years of random things about me.

  1. Up until about two and a half years ago, I was scared of dogs. Like deathly scared of them. It stems from some childhood trauma that involved being chased from the bus stop every single day by two big ass Chow Chow dogs, while their owner stood in the drive way, both drunk and laughing. I love him a lot. And, well, now there’s Riley, who is possibly the best dog on the planet and I’m not really scared of any dogs at all.
  2. The past 6 weeks that I’ve been unemployed has been the longest stretch I’ve ever went without a job since I turned sixteen. I’ve put time in babysitting, selling corn dogs at the Missouri State Fair, making sure the shoes went the right way at K-Mart, managing shifts at Taco Bell, being a delivery driver and managing a pizza restaurant, processing school pictures at a photography plant, signing people up for internet service at an ISP, writing sports stories for a newspaper, lying to bill collectors that called a telecommunications company I worked for when I first moved to Minnesota, a gamut of customer service gigs at a very large electronics retailer, checking out rental cars for Budget (for six hours), and selling overpriced software and Shithole Company, Inc. These six weeks? They’ve lasted forever.
  3. I had no real desire to ever visit a foreign country or leave the United States. Then Jenni mentioned a cruise last summer, and holy crap, I didn’t know what I was missing. A cruise is the best thing in the world for a person that’s never been anywhere that’s not within driving distance, because there’s so much to see and it’s completely overwhelming in the most awesome way possible.
  4. There were two things that I really wanted to be when I grew up: a neurosurgeon and a band teacher. Clearly I achieved them both and am now just enjoying living off your tax dollars.
  5. I didn’t go to a single high school formal dance. I really don’t regret that at all. And there were a lot of them. I even lied and said I had to work during the dance that the yearbook staff threw every year. As a photographer for the yearbook, we were required to attend. Ain’t no way in hell I was going to dance where a formal dress was required.
  6. I was on the front page of the paper Saturday morning – my local hometown newspaper, that is. I woke up My mom woke me up early enough to go stand in line with the other idiots at Staples, so I could snatch up an awesome deal on my Tommy (we fought a lot today, by the way). And wouldn’t you know it, the newspaper came to take pictures. My ass-end ended up splashed across The Sedalia Democrat. I lived there for almost 24 years, and that was the first time I ever made it to the front page… that I can remember.
  7. I’ve been on TV twice. The first time involved Leroy Van Dyke and a Pepsi commercial – no lie. The second time, I was on the news because a flu epidemic had hit my hometown and I was one of the only suckers left still going to class. It was my junior year (or maybe senior) of high school and I had my feet up on my desk in a law-related class of some sort. For the rest of the school year, that teacher jumped my case every time I put my feet up.

After I wrote all of those, I realized that many of you probably know them already… But only because you’re loyal and I love you for that.

P.S. I’m back home in my apartment now, and it’s 54 degrees inside. BRR.

By

whizzing on by

For the biggest part of today, I’ve spent my time scanning pictures from my mom’s and grandma’s photo albums. What a trip. I wish I would have had this idea almost a week ago when I rolled into town, because it’s gonna be awesome having copies of these pictures all to my own. As soon as I do some organizing and all that jazz, you’ll get to see some of them – the ones of me in a tutu, the one of my grandpa sticking his false teeth out at me, and maybe even the one of me wearing nothing but a Mork & Mindy sweatshirt. I’m not kidding about any of those.

Tomorrow, I head back to my joint. Ever since I was welcomed back from last year’s Thanksgiving trip by human feces on my floor, I tend to get a little paranoid when I come back home after any amount of time away. I’m not sure what could be worse that a shit soaked floor, but I can’t help but be just a little nervous.

I was supposed to get my final commission check from my former employer today, but it came as no surprise that it didn’t get automatically deposited. Rumor has it that everyone’s commission checks were screwed up and were going to be mailed out, but I’m not exactly holding my breath on that one. I just want the check to come, so I can be over and done with that piece of shit company.

I have a ton of pictures to sort through that I’ve taken and a bunch of stuff that I know I haven’t written about, and probably a bunch of TV to catch up on when I get home. And then I’ll head back down here in about three weeks to do the Christmas thing. Three weeks after that, I’ll jump on a boat to have another best week of my life, and then guess what? I’ll have a job again. Man, that’s kinda crazy!

By

how i spent my sunday afternoon

Dear Boss of My Brother:

Please ignore this:

Love you,

Wendy

P.S. I see no reason at all to not add Fork Lift Driving to my resume.

By

m-i-z-z-o-u and things

I just watched my first college football game of the year. It was a match up between the Missouri Tigers and the Kansas Jayhawks, so as a former Missouri resident and former (and I guess current) University of Missouri fan, it was not only an idea, but an obligation. And a big fat GO TIGERS is needed.

My BFF from all the way back to 1st grade texted me today, and we ended up taking a little road trip to Columbia for some shopping. It was a very fantastic and very relaxing way to spend the afternoon. Hanging out with her three-year-old son was great, too, because he’s one of the kids that happened to be born after I moved and haven’t really gotten to spend a lot of time around. He named two of his action figures Din Din and Wiener. What’s not to love about that?

I’ll be more than ready for the WGA to finish striking. Tonight’s SNL was a Thanksgiving clip show. While I appreciate a few classic skits from time to time, it may get old soon if this show is any indicator.

Oh, and you know what I love more than anything in the world about Thanksgiving? Pies. We polished off some sort of chocolate pie a few days ago, and I just noticed a peanut butter pie a couple of hours ago, which means pie for breakfast. And that’s always a win.

By

my new friend tommy

For the first time in my life and quite possibly the last, I braved the post-Thanksgiving, Early Bird, Gotcha Sucker sales. It all started yesterday, during Thanksgiving lunch, when I realized that K-Mart was open on Turkey Day AND had a super deal on a GPS. After stuffing my face, everyone in the house under the age of 40 hopped in my brother’s car and headed to K-Mart.

Of course they were sold out, which made me kind of furious and not shy about announcing my hatred of the store the rest of the time we were there. It didn’t help matters much that they were also sold out of Hungry, Hungry Hippo and Mouse Trap, which would have been the best gifts ever for The Cuz‘s kid.

Here’s the thing. I get lost a lot in Minneapolis, and I do mean a lot. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to call Cindi or Jenni while trying to find a place and ask them where I should go.

I dug through the damn Black Friday ads to find something that I really wanted and in a reasonable price range, and I sure did. And that’s why I was standing outside, in temperatures below 30 degrees, for a half hour, with probably 10% of my hometown’s population, waiting for the doors to Staples to open.

After listening to the guy three people behind me tell everyone how his sister-in-law, who’s a police-person in a Kansas City suburb, was using the company car (yes, a cop car) to do all of her shopping. He was also wearing a hat called a WAZOO. The Urban Dictionary doesn’t really think it should be something one wears on the head.

In any case, I annoyed my dad for the most part of the day today with my new TomTom, who I will now obviously call Tommy. We drove down to run a couple of errands about an hour or so south of my hometown, and even though my dad could likely drive there and back with his eyes closed, I was insistent to use Tommy the entire way.

It could explain why he dropped me off at the house and has been gone for the last couple of hours. For all I know, he’s probably lost because he didn’t take Tommy with him.

By

i’m pretty thankful for a lot

This morning, I’ll ignore the Torii Hunter signing with the Angels situation (pending a physical), because I’m not thankful for that. Not at all.

Here’s what I am thankful for, in no particular order:

  • My unemployment finally went through, meaning four weeks of unemployment moolah was depositing into my account. Hooray for getting paid.
  • My friends are amazing, and everyone needs some just like them. I can go back and read archives here that talk about having "real" friends and it’s sad. Sure, I’ve had some really rock solid homies that have been through so much with me, and yes, those are real friends. There have been others, though, throughout the years that have just faded with time, or stuck true to the whole "out of sight, out of mind" cliche. I’m very thankful for everyone that I call my friend today, because they’re as real as anyone possibly could be. And, holy nuts, I appreciate that so much.
  • My family, as eclectic and dysfunctional as they might be, are pretty top notch. For instance, I’m unemployed and get offers from everyone to squat at their place a few days.
  • Riley. Of course, I’m thankful for him. Two and a half years ago, I never would have been thankful for a dog. And then I got one, and man. I probably do a lot of bitching about him, more than he deserves, but he’s one of the best things that possibly could have happened to me in the past few years. Even with chewed up paws, dirty ears, and everything else that comes along with him, I don’t know what I’d do without him.
  • The 3 Day is the best thing in the world for so many reasons and I’m thankful for that. Every year it makes me dig down deep for the emotion and physical ability to finish the walk, as well as all the hard work it takes to raise the money year after year. I love it so much and can’t imagine a year going by without being involved with it in some capacity. It continually makes me a better person.
  • I’m pretty thankful for myself. Does that sound conceited? This past year, I’ve especially grown comfortable with who I am and how I am, and it really makes things a whole hell of a lot better on a day-to-day basis.

And those that doesn’t receive long explanations:

  • The Minnesota Lynx and all their fine players (just not their front office)
  • Netflix and Tivo, that have both kept me entertained while unemployed
  • My car that keeps running and running, knowing it can’t be replaced right now
  • The Minnesota Twins, even if they suck as signing players I love
  • The friends and family of all my friends and family, because you make them happy
  • Facebook’s Scrabulous for filling every moment of my time
  • The Internet and all it’s capacities, because without it, I wouldn’t have met so many awesome people, both in person and otherwise
  • My great Aunt Helen’s corn casserole that I’m going to be enjoying in just a couple of hours, or at least once I take a shower