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We’ve had an incredibly crazy week at our house this past week with both of us working, freelancing, a couple of extra bodies at our house (don’t worry; they’re live bodies), a little foster puppy, a sick 12 year old, one boxer (Kentucky) that can’t figure out what’s going on, and one boxer (Riley) that’s decided he’s crazy in love with a 2 year old boy.
This video, however, has honestly been the highlight of my week:
I’ve recently noticed (as of about 5 minutes ago) that I don’t read a whole hell of a lot of personal blogs. And I feel like, suddenly, I want to. Because I apparently have time, right?
Anyway, let’s do this — tell me your favorite blogs. Who should I read? Maybe I’m already reading them. I don’t know. But I know I like leaving comments on personal blogs all of a sudden (as long as my work firewall doesn’t have it marked as XXX SEXXXXY PORN) and want to leave some more comments!
I’m pretty sure that since I’ve met The Kid, he’s been trying to grow his hair out. When he and I first met, we both had faux hawks and, hell yes, we rocked them together.
This past week, he decided he wanted to get a haircut. To short and spiky. I, while extremely elated, thought he was kidding.
Nope.
He went from a mini-Chuck Norris look-alike to s Backstreet Boy. His mom? Kinda hates it. His Wendy? Seriously loves it.
I know it’s just the novelty of it, but for the last three days, he’s been sampling new hair product (my leftovers) to see which holds his hair up the best and which makes it look more spiky.
Why didn’t someone tell me Brett Favre was just a certifiably inside spaz?
Dude watches American Idol and sings about it after he wins a very important playoff game. I love him a lot. Even if he is 40 years old and blah blah blah.
(via Mashable)
That just means I'm going to do it and do the whole yell at the beginning of the intro all by myself. I'll totally win.
We moved into our current abode about a year ago. We haven’t received any type of notification to renew our lease, but I guess I’m not really complaining. We’d sign another lease in a heartbeat, but I guess it’s not really our responsibility to remind our landlord that we need a new lease, is it? Besides, the idea of looking at apartments or duplexes or whatever is enough to make me go kind of crazy and not in a good way.
Our landlord now is extremely hands off. I haven’t seen him or heard from him since we moved in (except for last month) unless I’ve contacted him first. It’s kind of nice, but I’m thinking a lot of it has to do with the fact that we have awesome neighbors in the downstairs area of the house. And mainly, it’s one guy that’s lived there for a while and just been able to somehow land awesome roommates. From experience, I know that’s not necessarily an easy task!
Right now, the idea of contacting five billion apartments to see if they’d be willing to take two 80 pound dogs does not sound at all enjoyable. By no surprise, when you have gigantic dogs, it’s not at all easy to find a place that will take them. It wasn’t even that easy when I only had Riley. One place even asked to meet him. And if you’ve met Riley, you know it went over extremely well. It was just funny, because the landlord kept asking if he was always that calm. Uh, yeah, dude, pretty much. Unless you have a handful of cheese and then I can’t help you out at all on that one.
Back to our current living situation — I can’t imagine going back to an actual apartment after living in a duplex for a year. It may not sound like that big of a deal, but when you only have to deal with one neighbor as opposed to 10 others, it sure does make a whole lot of difference. And in an extremely good way.
A few weeks ago, I won two tickets to WWE’s Monday Night Raw, courtesy of the Target Center’s Twitter account (@TargetCenterMN). And I’m not going to lie. My first inclination was to sell the damn things. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate them; it’s that I hadn’t watched “professional” wrestling since I was about 8 years old and managed to talk my dad into letting me quit dance lessons to stay at home and watch Hulk Hogan, Macho Man Randy Savage and all of those guys.
Then, I realized, what the heck. How many other times am I going to have the opportunity to see Monday Night Raw in person? So, we went. It helped matters quite a bit that Matt also won free tickets. We had plenty of pre-wrestling drinks at Pizza Luce (and Awesome Pizza!) and NBA City (nice work, bartenders, for forgetting we were even there) beforehand. We also so a couple (like possibly a husband and wife) carrying their own championship belts on the way to the Target Center.
Overall, it was highly entertaining. The people watching was fantastic, but the whole WWE did a pretty great job keeping us entertained, even if the commercial breaks were kind of drawn out. Mike Tyson was the guest host and, guys, HE REALLY TALKS LIKE THAT. Speaking only for myself, I’m super impressed by the WWE and would totally go to something like that again strictly for the high level of entertainment they provide.
Here are some of the pictures:
P.S. I kind of want to have John Cena’s babies. That man is SUPER HOT.
