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I spent six and a half months unemployed. It was pretty scary most of the time, and since I don’t have a credit card with every single bank in the world, it kinda got touch and go right before I got my first paycheck from my current employer – which totally needs a nickname right about now. I’m pretty happy I didn’t go full force into charging everything I wanted while I was jobless. I can only imagine the giant mess I’d be in right now.

As it is, I owe the IRS quite a bit of money, but that’s what payments are for and that’s what happens when you cash our your retirement plan to go on a Caribbean Cruise. (Yes, I did that to some degree. No, I don’t need your lecturing on how I shouldn’t have!)

But you know what? I’d highly recommend sticking with just one credit card, and call it the emergency one. And just use it for emergencies. Emergencies like ordering pizza and a new hoodie from Old Navy are not emergencies, and this is advice from my 22 year old credit card using self.

my weekend in short form

Friday: Work, fresh flowers on the table, homemade lasagna for dinner, couch time, watching Superbad, going to bed way before midnight.

Saturday: Up at 6. Breakfast at Pannekoeken Hus, which I hadn’t visited in far too long. Composed a song about my breakfast which contained lyrics like “meat in my skillet makes me so happy”. Headed to Canterbury Park to watch some horse races. Ran into two former co-workers. Got sunburnt. Bet on slow ponies. Came home. Celebrated Jenni’s birthday with grilling, drinking, and Guitar Hero action. Came home, showered, and at some point passed out.

Sunday: Slept in. Had brunch at The Independent for Jenni’s actual birthday. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DUDE.) Drove to Fairbault to pick up The Boy. Went to the dog park. Had dinner at McDonald’s.

And now I’m about five minutes away from crashing somewhere hard. The sun zapped a ton of energy out of me yesterday, and I never fully re-hydrated before draining the tequila supply that Jenni and Matt brought back from Mexico recently. That means today, I’m cranky, still burned by the sun, and headache-y.

The only person I really want to be around right now is at home with a cold, which probably means I’ll be catching it in the next couple of days.

my bum dog

Riley’s on Purina’s PetChart today. It’s kinda the cutest thing ever.

And, really, that is all.

oscar de la hoy is my rock of love

The only other thing I remember about the 1992 Summer Olympics in Barcelona aside from The Dream Team (Christian Laettner and Michael Jordan on the same team! Hi, Fan Girl!) was Oscar De La Hoya, and that’s probably because I was 14 and thought he was oh-so-dreamy. And then I completely forgot about him until I found out his niece was the bug-eyed scary fish looking, extremely over enhanced slut hoping to capture the heart of Bret Michaels on Rock of Love 2. (Even though Wikipedia says it’s a straight up lie!)

Now that I’ve been doing some catch up reading on ESPN (and watching Sportscenter reruns), I kind of have a deep down burning sensation (not in my pants) to score some Mayweather/De La Hoya tickets.

Nearly every movie about Vegas I’ve ever seen has had some type of gigantic boxing event involved, which makes me think that next possible step in me turning into a millionaire and/or V.I.P. of the World should be attending one of these infamous inside-a-casino boxing matches. And even if this particular match doesn’t work out, I think boxing is one of the last sports I’ve never seen live. And when I do see it live, I need to sit close enough so blood can splatter across my horrible haircut.

twitter updates for 2008-06-02

• I’m so sleepy all of a sudden… Like fall asleep behind the wheel kind of sleepy. Early bedtime for me tonight! #
• @rmcdonou congrats, rose!! #
• Um, switching Twitter to protected for a while… Because I’m all secretive and shit, of course! #
• It’s a very sad day today. I left my leftover hamburger helper at home. #
• 1.5 hour meeting with my CEO this morning. I really love talking to her, especially about astrology. She hates hiring Leos! #

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twitter updates for 2008-06-01

• On our way to get ya. be there soon #
• Best fundraiser ever? Drag show/acoustic set from Sick of Sarah at a dyke bar. #
• @best_day_ever did you check IN YOUR BUTT? #
• Slamming a vodka red bull and then hiking up and down Grand Ave among hoards of people? Best way to spend a Sunday afternoon. #
• I am so close to the stage that I might lick it. I love Doomtree!! #

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hosting research

I’ve been in the process of completely moving all of the sites I own from one webhost to another for the past 2 months. I just realized this morning, when I got the invoice for June’s hosting, that I still haven’t finished it yet. It’s absolutely something I have to get done this week, or I’m gonna be mad at myself.

Switching hosts wasn’t because my current host was bad; I just did it because I wanted to save some money and also get some more space/bandwidth. I didn’t do as much due diligence as I should have, which basically means I didn’t read any web hosting articles or reviews or anything. That probably explains why the customer service at my current host is about as effective at solving my hosting issues as rock might be.

And while hopefully there won’t be a next time when it comes to switching hosts, or at least not anytime soon, I can guarantee there will be some more web hosting research done before I make any big moves.

everything at its best

I forget I have this blog. No, really. I’m too wrapped up in so many levels of awesome that it’s the last thing on my mind. Pretty sure that’s the first time since 1999 that I haven’t been walking around going “Hey! I should totally write about this on two dolla!”

My friends are always awesome and that certainly hasn’t changed. They’re still super incredible and they’re still the best and most supportive friends I could even imagine.

I’ve been at my new job for a month now and I absolutely love it. I go into work each day excited to be there and actually wanting to do the job. (At PLATO, I wanted to go into work and either die or punch someone in the gonads on a regular basis.) I don’t think twice about dialing the phone 60+ times, where at my old job, it was like pulling teeth to get me to do it 10 times a day. My co-workers are fantastic and it’s incredible working with people that all there because they want to be there, and not because the pay is too hard to give up. It’s seriously great.

And then I kind of accidentally started dating someone 2.5 weeks ago and then we kind of accidentally became crazy about each other. And it’s just, well, it’s just not like me to get this schmoopy so quickly, and any of you who have known me for any time at all can attest to that. Every time we’re together and everywhere we go and every thing we do, everything just feels RIGHT. It’s effortless and natural, and nothing has ever once felt forced or uncomfortable. It’s completely ridiculous. There’s an extra toothbrush in my bathroom and there’s even coffee in my apartment now – that’s how serious this is, guys!