Oh. I got an iPod Touch tonight and am sort of in love already. I named it Eddie Danger, after the foster chihuahua we had that humped everything including Riley’s head. After enduring three hours at The Mall of America on a Friday night, I felt like I owed it to myself. That and my other iPod is from 2004 and the scroll wheel stopped working on the way back from Missouri earlier this month. A new car needs a new iPod, right?
And I wrote this entry all on Eddie Danger! See? In love.
She faints only after she hears about her fantastic showcase showdown prize of a trip to Minneapolis, where she gets to stay in a hotel right next to the Mall of America! (Or maybe she faints because of the whole new car thing, but still…)
Swiped from Twitter (@veronicaeye), this article is infuriating. I had no idea people actually took "good deals" into consideration when adopting. I would totally adopt a discount baby without hesitation. I hope my parents at least got a toaster oven when they adopted me.
This weekend, I make it a small mission to find The Kid some tennis shoes. He’s been wearing Converse high tops for a few months now, and they’re starting to fall apart, probably due to a combination of being on a 12 year old boy’s feet and being made of cloth. So, The General and I headed to Marshall’s, because I know he wears a size 7 in Adidas and I know there’s a certain pair of Adidas that he likes. (See? He’s taking after his Wendy in good ways, too, and not just the cussing and inappropriate language.)
They didn’t have the shoes that he liked, but you know what they did have? Shoes for me.
Funny how that works, isn’t it?
What’s really crazy is that Amazon is selling the same shoes that I got for TWENTY BUCKS for $64.99. You can’t ever go wrong with $20 sneakers.
There once was a lovely couple that lived in Northeast Minneapolis. They were in love with their quaint little duplex, because it was basically perfect for their family of three plus an assortment of pets. And then all of a sudden the landlord turned into a little bit of a d-bag. For a while, he was incredibly hands off and that was okay, because all was well in the duplex. Then, once this winter rolled around and the lovely couple had lived there for a year, it became apparent the landlord was one of those guys who started things and never finished them. Like the two holes in the front stairwell that were drilled in November of ’08 as an attempt to get rid of some squirrels that were living inside the house. It’s classy.
The lovely couple signed a lease in Jan ’09, making it up for expiration this month, and there’s been no talk or notice from the landlord about extending it. They haven’t quite decided if that’s a good thing or a bad thing yet. And while they have no desire to go through the whole moving process again for a very long time, they might not hesitate to start lining up some moving help if things continue the way they have this past week.
Earlier this week, the landlord showed up to install some storm windows because the City of Minneapolis told him he had to after a recent inspection. He didn’t tell the lovely couple he was coming, so there were dogs running rampant and an ungrateful and giant jerk-wad of a house guest (don’t worry, that’s another post) that he found himself in the middle of. Today, the dark-haired half of the lovely couple decided to do some laundry. The first load went through the washer and into the dryer without too much of a hiccup. Upon going down to switch the second load from the washer to the dryer, she noticed something rather odd. The washing machine was unplugged, in the middle of the basement, and half taken apart, with a basket of wet clothes sitting on top of the dryer. Um, what? Makes things a little difficult to catch up on the week’s laundry with no way to wash clothes. Wouldn’t be that big of a deal except for whole no notice thing.
The lovely couple is in no mood to negotiate any kind of a new lease with the current landlord or spend anytime looking for somewhere new to live, so an email was fired off asking if he had any clue when that might be fixed. If the landlord decides to write back, a new lease is going to be discussed then, because that’s just going to make everyone happier.
In the meantime, if anyone has a nice three bedroom house in Minneapolis they’d like to just hand over to this lovely couple, rest assured, the lovely couple would be very grateful and totally have you over for dinner all the time.
“Think” by Aretha Franklin: The first time I remember hearing this song was when I was a freshman and starting up my very first band camp at Smith-Cotton High School. Because I was internet-less, it was next to impossible to figure out how to actually listen to the words of it, which for whatever reason were way important to me back in my 14 year old, trying to impress the overly-handsome band teacher (his nickname was Rod the Bod! Seriously!) self. I remember calling KSIS 1050 AM in Sedalia and requesting the song over and over, sitting by the radio with cassette recorder in hand to make sure I hit the record button at the exact right time.
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.