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homo scrabble

This really happened. In a Scrabble game I was playing on Facebook. I laughed a lot. The other person did not.

homoscrabble

Yeah, that’s all I got for right now.

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links for 2010-04-24

  • When I heard this guy was from Marshall, which happens to be the town my grandparents lived in before they passed, I was really hoping it was a step-cousin of mine. Not that we've talked since they've passed away, but I totally would have become one of those people that just comes out of the woodwork when there's $258 million laying around.

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in case you don’t have plans tomorrow night

I know Survivor is on. And it’s probably a new Office or something, too, but that’s what DVRs are for, right?

Tomorrow night is the annual fundraiser for Pet Project Rescue. We have over 100 silent auction items (ranging from Twins tickets to tattoo gift certificates to DVDs to restaurant gift cards to gift baskets to awesome local artwork), free beer, free pizza, free desserts, free snacks and free good times all for the price of a $17 (or $20 if you pay at the door) donation. I guess that doesn’t make it free, but that’s totally $17 worth!

If you don’t already have plans tomorrow night, I’d really appreciate your support in coming out!  Helping dogs + drinking beer = you have no reason not to do it.

This event is sponsored by Summit Brewing Company at 910 Montreal Circle in St. Paul and it’s what keeps Pet Project Rescue running all year long.

Also free? PARKING!

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this is the most exciting that happened to me today

Probably this week, even!

It’s my first ever blog-related interview, thanks to Dez. I’m not gonna lie. It was super fun and now I want everyone to interview me. Seriously. I don’t even charge for the interview and will even send you an autograph if you want. See? Not all the people you manage to link up with on Twitter are complete douchers!

We’re starting to plan summer trips already. I could go for one right now, but with both of us working, both of our jobs being insanely busy right now, and The Kid still being in school, we’ve decided to hold off on anything that requires more than a two hour drive until school’s out. Looks like camping’ll have to do for a few more weeks!

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year #6 and i just can’t stop

This year marks the 6th year I’ve participated in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure walk. In those six years, I’ve lived in different cities, had different jobs, and different people on my team. The walk itself has gone through different routes, different goals, and even a different name. The one thing that’s been consistent all this time? We still don’t have a cure for breast cancer.

The good news is that every year the mortality rate for this disease is decreasing. The bad news is that there’s still a mortality rate. An estimated 2.5 million women living in the U.S. have a history of breast cancer. Do you know one of those 2.5 million women? I do. I have friends, friends’ parents, family members, former co-workers; all who have been effected in some way, shape or form.

Any support you can provide as I gear up to participate in my 6th straight 3 Day event is greatly appreciated. Five dollars from each and every one of my friends and family members can add up very quickly. Together, you and I can really make a difference. (Stolen from my donation page, which you can find here.)

I’m crewing once again this year on the Sweep Team, but this year, I’m a Captain. That’s big time, folks. We had our first Captain’s Meeting this Saturday, where we watched some YouTube clips about Sherpas and climbing mountains and talked about way cheesy things. That’s just what you do with The 3 Day. Don’t worry, it took me a while to get used to it, too.

Naturally, being around a group of people that were so jacked up about The 3 Day got me a little jacked up, too. I think I even heard Jenni mention doing another fundraiser.

If you have $5 extra bucks, won’t you consider putting it to good use? It’s better than spending it on coffee or soda from the vending machine!

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my home office with a view

We rearranged the furniture a few months ago, which involved putting my desk in our bedroom. It was against our front door (making it a complete fire hazard obviously!) which we never used, but in the winter, it was easier to shovel the sidewalk as opposed to shoveling the driveway in the back.

My desk’s new location has given me my first ever home-office window view. And in Northeast Minneapolis? Probably the best thing ever.

Our bedroom windows over look the street we live on, which is normally a pretty quiet street as far as traffic goes. Lots of dog walkers in the winter, but now that nice weather is here, I’m strongly considering digging out the ol’ webcam. In the two to three hours I’ve been working on some freelance work this morning/afternoon, I’ve seen the following:

  • Two of the boys from Brothers Friends Killing (BFK) chasing each other on bikes, one armed with a lacrosse stick.
  • A toddler motoring about on a razor scooter, that I’d likely say he’d stolen.
  • A kid shooting baskets with his basketball… except there are no baskets, so he was just practicing his shot on the sidewalk.
  • My downstairs neighbor getting into a car, shaking hands with the driver, and then getting back out. (NOT OBVIOUS AT ALL, KEVIN.)
  • There’s a cardinal that comes and sits on the branch right outside the window; he’s been visiting for a couple months now and I kind of love him.

All out of this little window view:

The view from my home office

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links for 2010-04-16

  • Don't get me wrong. Huge Joe Mauer fan here, but c'mon. Isn't it a little creepy to be driving around if you're Pretty Face Mauer and see statues of yourself ALL OVER TOWN? Considering they only way half a ton and are going to be located around the neighborhood/area in which I work, I may have found a new lunchtime activity involving stealing very large (and ugly) statues.

    I'm just mad that they could manage to do something that would somehow manager to turn Joe Mauer ugly. How is that even possible?

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it might be broken

Somehow on Tuesday night, I managed to break my shoulder in the middle of the night. I can’t move it at all and it hurts just to hold it still. What the hell?

My unplanned blogging break? Yeah, it happened. I’ve been busy.

  • We finished up our bowling league in 3rd place (out of 6) and I won some cash prize for being awesome. We’re going to be sanctioned when we start up again in the fall. Pretty sure that’s the big time.
  • The General and I went to the Globetrotters game with tickets I won off Twitter. After the game, we walked over to Target Field and, lo, I heard the angels sing. That place is gorgeous!! 
  • I had my two year review at work (my anniversary is actually 4/30, but I hadn’t had one for over a year) and it was awesome. Things I need to work on? My confidence. And that’s something I don’t really understand, because I’m a cocky asshole at work and everybody knows that. I just need to challenge myself and I’m having a hard time with it. Still love my job, though, without a doubt!
  • Sending out mass emails to everyone I know and some places I don’t know to bring in some silent auction items for the Pet Project Rescue fundraiser coming up next week. It’s still not too late to RSVP and buy your tickets in advance. Last night, I picked up a $150 gift certificate for a tattoo shop and the rest of the auction items? Holy crap. I might go broke just bidding on things. Twins tickets, hotel stays, a ton of movie prize packs, gift baskets, artwork —  it’s pretty impressive. 
  • Fostering puppies. They’re so sweet, but man, little bitty puppies that have been turned away from their mom or treated like crap? They’re high maintenance. I suppose it’s solid prep work for a baby, right?
  • Getting set for the 2010 3 Day! We’re captains this year and it took a lot of hard work and adjusting and a bunch of weirdness, but we got it all figured out and I’m finally almost excited about it.

Back to this shoulder pain.  How the hell do you go to the doctor and say “I hurt myself while sleeping”, because Dear Lord baby Jesus, lyin’ there in your ghost manger, just lookin’ at your Baby Einstein developmental videos, learnin’ ’bout shapes and colors, my shoulder hurts REALLY BAD. I told The Kid I needed help buttoning my pants this morning it hurts so bad.*

*Don’t worry. He did not help me button my pants. That’s wrong. He just laughed at me, which is absolutely the response I was looking for. 

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