Riley has resumed his stuffed cow obsession. I can’t fault him for it really. I have a hard time sleeping without him, so I’m sure he has a hard time sleeping without his cow. Meanwhile, his gorilla, his baseball, and his tiger rope are all sitting sadly on the shelf in the living room, because they’re leaking cotton.
If you’ve never used it, I highly suggest WalkJogRun.net. Since moving, there are a lot more walking options, and I’ve been seeing how far Riley and I can go before his lack of leash etiquette makes my lower back feel like it’s going to collapse. It’s based of Google Maps, which means it’s naturally awesome.
I updated my resume on a few sites yesterday, because I realized the 55408 zip code (my new one) is quite a bit more centrally located than my old 55121 zip code. So, this morning, I had no less than seven emails from various insurance companies saying I should come work for them. I’ll get right on that, a-holes.
A picture I took this weekend at the WCHA Hockey Tournament is going to be in a Denver area newspaper, that I believe comes out on Thursday. More details when that happens, but here’s the picture they wanted to use. They’re mailing me a copy of the paper when it comes out, and I’m more than giddy about that.
Do you guys use Twitter? I use it a lot, but all the stuff is protected right now until I find a job. Some of it’s incriminating and some of it (okay, a lot of it) is done while intoxicated. For instance:
HEY LADY ANOTHER ROUND SON AND GET THESE DAMN PLATES OFF OUR TABLE SON AND SOME WATER WHILE YOU’RE AT IT SON
Some lady in the bathroom just gave me her vodka red bull. I LOVE HOCKEY FANS.
It was down to 2 candidates for that job yesterday. The other guy didn’t show today. Now they need to interview more. Bitches.
I have on a suit, a necklace, earrings, and heeled shoes. I feel like someone took away my Bad Ass card.
You know what time it is? Sodoku time, courtesy of Matt’s awesome birthday present. (My birthday is also on the list of things to write about…)