Hi! We’re moved into our new place. My new desk is finally set up. The internet connection is finally stable. And I finally took part in the 25 Random Things Meme on Facebook, and I’m being an awesome internet nerd and reposting it here:
If I could take my friends with me, I’d move to Key West tomorrow. When we were there last year, I felt a ridiculous connection the entire time we were there.
I had that same connection-type feeling with Minnesota when I visited here the first couple of times. I guess that explains why I live here.
My biggest pet peeve in the world is poor customer service, whether I’m on the receiving end of it, see someone else get crappy service, or have a co-worker that treats someone like poop. It seriously makes my blood boil.
If I could have any career in the world right this very second, I’d totally be the starting point guard for the Minnesota Lynx or Horatio Caine’s assistant on CSI: Miami.
I got started watching CSI: Miami because I missed the beaches from my cruises and needed a regular way to see white sand and insanely blue oceans.
I used to think shot glasses were the dumbest souvenirs ever, but ever since I started traveling regularly, I realized it’s the best souvenir to buy and then lug home. That explains my collection of them that is still looking for a place to be displayed in our new place.
I’ve had 12 different addresses, including six in the past six years. Holy crap, I’m spending a lot of money on deposits.
I keep telling my significant other that we should have a kid and that kid’s nickname will be JoJo. I can’t explain why I want to call a kid JoJo, but I do. Like really bad. The significant other? Not so much.
I am so ridiculously competitive, I can’t even explain it. I want to be the best at everything I do, and if I can’t be the best I don’t want to do it anymore. That might make me sound like a five year old.
I feel like my current job is the perfect fit for me in about five million different ways and it’s the happiest I’ve been with an employer in my entire life.
I’m a huge, huge proponent of things “happening for a reason” or things that “were meant to be”. I know it’s hokey, but c’mon!
Riley is my first dog. It took me a week to come up with a name for him. Apollo, Tyson, and Jackson were the original names I’d picked out for him, but those are way too tough for his fancy pants self.
One of my favorite songs is Janet Jackson’s “Son of a Gun (Betcha Think This Song is About You)” featuring Carly Simon. I’m not even kidding.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the ocean for the past four days. It’s been a whole year since I’ve seen it and that makes me a little bit sad.
I took dance lessons as a kid (like ballet and tap) and hated it so much. I finally got to quit when my dad let me stay home to watch WWF Wrestling instead of going to dance class.
Now, I love to dance a lot. Mainly to hip hop music in a crowded room where I can get sweaty. I know that sounds hot, doesn’t it?
I could write about myself all day and never get tired of it.
I’ve had a blog since 1998. I wish I would have kept my posts prior to switching over to my own domain, but I don’t think I did. And that’s a little sad.
I’ve walked in three 3 Days and crewed in one. I’m crewing again this year (because I love me some sweep vans) and if you’ve ever even given it one single bit of thought about participating in The 3 Day, you should just sign up and do it. I promise it will change your life forever.
I had a car accident on 10/11/2006 that jacked my back up so bad, it still hurts. On 10/11/2007, I got relieved from my duties at my last job. Last year, on 10/11/2008, we didn’t even leave the house. Oddly, October 11th is also National Coming Out Day.
Some of my favorite words: pique, trigger, dongle, and shit.
I’m insanely scared of public speaking. If I weren’t, I’d totally be a performer. Of some nature.
When I was in middle school, I used to keep the books for any Chicago Bulls games I could catch on TV. In the off season, I kept the books for my custom team for Bases Loaded on NES. Again with the not kidding.
Toe socks? They kind of creep me out a lot.
When the fitted sheet slips off the mattress and I can actually see the mattress, I come close to panic attack status.
I’m probably going to start posting regularly now. Even if all of the co-workers in my department happen to know all about this here blog now.
I had a seminar this morning that lasted until 11:00 a.m. that just happened to be with Favorite Co-Workers #1 and #2 (who are pretty much interchangeable). We raced out of the seminar into the car we drove and turned on some fancy talky radio just in time to hear all of Obama’s inauguration speech. Speeding down 394W in an effort to try to get back to the office in time to at least watch some of it, the three of us soaked it all in.
We got back to the parking lot and decided to wait it out in my co-worker’s Versa. It was either that or miss a good two minutes of it while we transitioned from the parking lot to our 5th floor office. There we sat, listening to phenomenal history, in a compact car running in the parking lot of downtown Minneapolis.
We got out when it was over and realized there were two ladies from another building standing out in the parking lot smoking, clearly thinking we were smoking something a little more potent in those 10 minutes we sat there. I watched parts of the parade during a mid-afternoon staff meeting, but I felt myself constantly tensing up, scared that a Crazy was going to pull some jackass move on such a monumental day.
This weekend was one of those weekends were I’ve ended up completely exhausted and I’m not entirely sure why.
Friday: There was work. I remember that. I remember coming home and loading up the car with boxes. And I honestly don’t remember anything else after that!
Saturday: We got the keys to the new place!! We already had one car load to haul up the stairs, which included a lot of kitchen stuff. The General had things organized in such a way that our kitchen in the new place is completely functional. I’m glad one of us knows the meaning of organization. We stopped at Super America by our new place for breakfast (coffee and donuts for The General and Mountain Dew and a hot dog for me) and I noticed something. The fountain drink dispenser had Strawberry Fanta (Win #1!) and something else called Wild Stallion Energy Drink. While I’ve never even heard of Wild Stallion Energy Drink, I know I’m having it next time.
We came back home and loaded up the car again, this time with everything we had for The Boy’s room, including his bed. Aside from needing some sort of dresser and TV stand for his room, he is ready to go. Kid’s got an 11″ x 11″ bedroom! Our plan is to have him completely set up by the time we have him next, which would be Wednesday. I think it’s completely doable and I know it’ll make the transition for him about five hundred times easier.
We also headed out to Eden Prairie to get one more load from the storage unit and also pick up a few things we found on the Free section of Craigslist. While these items aren’t really for us, they’re going to make fantastic gifts for our homies at our Awesome Christmas party this Friday. Celebrating late has its perks, doesn’t it?
Sunday: We took a load over and I worked for a couple of hours. And that’s it. I’m overly exhausted right now. With Riley’s vet bills and the deposit we had to throw down this weekend, thinking about money has me stressed out to my maximum stress level. The way I respond is with a lot of sleep. Good thing is that I’m sure we’ll get a big chunk of my deposit here back, which will be helpful at the end of February. And in the meantime, learning to clip coupons and cut costs makes me feel like a responsible adult… finally, at the age of 30, right?
I think I’m going to watch Desperate Ho-wives and then go to sleep.
I'm Wendy. Hi there. I live in North Minneapolis and am originally from Missouri. By day, I work as a recruiter. At night, I hang out with my fiancé, our teenage son, a large boxer, a runt of a small dog and a surly tomcat that's currently sitting in the kitchen sink.