links for 2010-03-19
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He's being suspended for two years? That's ridiculous. They should never let him practice again.
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A few months ago, I started seeing this commercial on TV about Yaz, this new birth control method. Since I don’t really see any need in investing in birth control, I was nothing but irritated with the commercial. So much so, that anytime it came on, I just changed the channels. Oh, it was that bad. And recently, they started airing these new commercials about a yaz lawsuit, that clearly happened because they weren’t disclosing all of the side effects when people too the medication. Yes, of course, I feel horrible for the people that had side effects they weren’t expecting. But I can’t help but laugh every single time I see the same lady in these commercials talking about all the nasty side effects that can happen when you use YAZ in a 30 second commercial spot, considering she was the same lady that was in the commercials telling everyone to take Yaz, because it was so easy and so simple and blah blah blah. It makes me laugh. And that’s probably wrong.
Here’s a picture of me, exactly 31 years ago today:

Man, I was cute, huh? Even cuter? The gigantic metal high chair likely coated with led and my dad’s cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Don’t say anything bad about it either, because in 1979, that was completely okay.
I need to tell you kids in your mid-20s something. You’re going to like your thirties. When I was 25, I did not like the idea of turning the big 3-0, and, boy, was that dumb. My thirties have been filled with things that have truly helped me discover who I am and where I belong (in more than just a physical sense!) and you don’t really get that in your twenties.
And looking forward, I’m even more excited. More growth! More opportunities! 40 seems daunting right now, but at this rate, I’m pretty sure life just gets better and better. I’m assuming my cause of death will be because my body explodes from so much awesome.
One of my favorite places ever to visit was San Juan, Puerto Rico. I think it’s probably because it was the first place out of the continental U.S. I’d ever been and the first place where I’d ever been that a different language was spoken and the first place I’d ever been to Senor Frogs and the first time I’d ever watched the sun set of the ocean and the first time I’d ever used my passport… and you get the idea, right?
I did not know, until right now, that there was a San Juan in the Pacific Northwest. Perhaps geography was never my strongest subject! And then I ran across Friday Harbor, which is where I’d totally stay if we were going to be visiting Washington anytime soon.

Friday Harbor hotels is kind of the most adorable thing ever. Seakayaking and whale-watching sound like two activities I could be down for with no problem at all. This website is full of a ton of information and I can’t really stop looking at all the options. Which is weird, because I have no plans in the immediate future to visit that area at all!
Lately, I’ve kind of fallen in love even more with my neighborhood even more. Maybe a lot of people wouldn’t, but this neighborhood just feels like it’s the place I should love. The character, the proximity to everything, the extremely reasonable rent – it’s pretty much perfect for me.
On Sunday, The General and I were hanging out on the stoop (so urban, right?) waiting for the return of our foster dog, Simon. Two kids were racing up and down the street on their BMX bikes yelling at each other, but clearly having a good time. When 9 year olds yell at each other, I don’t get all that concerned. Then this conversation transpired:
Boy #1: How about BFK?
Boy #2: What does that mean?
Boy #1: Brothers and friends.
Boy #2: Yeah, I like that.
Boy #1: Okay, Brothers and Friends Killings.
Boy #2: Yeah! BFK!
Appropriate? Not really, but I’m pretty sure my younger brother and I had names for our crime spree companies we wanted to develop. We were just probably a little more discreet about it. I kind of applaud their creativity! Clearly if they’re riding around thinking up names of what they’ll have embroidered on their uniforms, they’re not going to be actually killing people, right?
And last night, our drug-dealer-owing neighbor spent a good two hours trying to learn how to ollie on his skateboard right outside of our house. I should have been irritated by the incessant noise of the skateboard landing upside down in the street, but I wasn’t. I was all, you go, chubby boy, and you show Tony Hawk’s who’s boss.
I ♥ Northeast Minneapolis. A lot. And I think I also love spring.
Do you like rap music? Yes. (All answers are correct.)
You have to listen to this. And then tell me how to make it my ringtone.
I was oblivious to this Justin Bieber kid until a few weeks ago. We were talking about him at work, but I still didn’t understand who he was or what he did or how many tween girls wanted to right Mrs. Ashleigh Bieber on their Trapper Keepers. (I know Trapper Keepers aren’t around anymore. Hush.) And then I just found out — like two seconds ago — that he did a song with Ludacris.
You know Ludacris, right? He says things like:
Dude was in really scary thuggish movies like Hustle & Flow and 2 Fast 2 Furious, right? He’s hardcore!
And then he GUEST RAPS WITH JUSTIN BIEBER. I peed myself a little and was kinda mad I sat through all of this little Twat Nugget’s video before I got to watch Luda rap with a G-RATING. And then he puts Justin Bieber in a headlock at the end. Oh, that’s so cute. Coochie coochie coo.
Really. Watch it. Right here. Do it.
And then you know what happened? I watched another Justin Bieber video. And it had Usher in it. And Justin Bieber had an iPhone. And then I watched another Justin Bieber video and there were puppies in the video.
And I swear to God, if I watch one more Justin Bieber video tonight, I’m totally writing Wendy Bieber on my notepad at work tomorrow. And that can’t really go over well.
Look at this dog:
This is Tater, our most recent foster dog that just went to live with his new forever home this morning.
Crazy thing? Without the folks at Pet Project Rescue rescuing him from an animal shelter in Cancun, he would have been electrocuted. To death. Because that’s what they do in Mexico when the dog population gets out of control.
You know what you can do, even if you’re not looking to adopt a dog or can’t foster a puppy for whatever reason? Come to Pet Project Rescue’s 2nd Annual Fundraiser next month! The General and I will, of course, be there enjoying the silent auction; fostering, adoption, and volunteer information; Summit Beer, Pizza Luce pizza, snacks and other non-alcoholic beverages, all included in our $17 pre-paid admission.
If you buy tickets in advance, you’ll automatically be entered to win a Pizza Luce gift card!
If you’re not local to the Twin Cities or you hate beer (or St. Paul) or you just want to help somehow, but can’t think of any way to help, don’t worry. You’re covered. Pet Project Rescue is also looking for items for the silent auction. If you have something you can donate (something from where you work, a gift card, anything) or know someone else that might, feel free to email me or comment here. I’ll be sure to get you in touch with people that will be more than happy to take your donated item(s)!
(Thanks to Matt for sharing this on Twitter today.)