Went shopping at Old Navy for myself, on the hunt for sweater vests, of course.
Ended up buying The Kid jeans (when did my kid jump from wearing a size 14 to 32×20 MAN size) and a t-shirt (also he’s wearing large shirts). When did I start parenting a MAN?
Went to Petco to get Riley some organic treats. They’re just cookies made out of people food.
THERE WERE CLEARANCE TOYS. We got Riley a spaceman and June a weird circus toy where there are animals inside a circus tent and she has to get them out. New goal in life: become a dog toy inventor.
We took June to a “featherweight” playgroup on Saturday, which means we paid $10 for her to run around with a bunch of tiny dogs that like they belong in a circus.
She only spent 10 minutes hiding under the chair, but seemed to have a good time towards the end. We’re planning to take her back, because somehow she’s not scared of 80 pound dogs, but little ones freak her out.
Met Ani at the batting cages in Bloomington where I used to go over my lunch break at my last job: Clutch Hitters. I’m playing in a softball tournament in a couple of weeks.
I hit 71 balls. I missed one. I’m only slightly sore this morning and I realized that I miss being somewhat athletic, which explains why I downloaded some weird cardio workout app and was doing jumping jacks and “bird dogs” in my office last night.
Checked out a new possible wedding location.
It’s in Eden Prairie and I’m morally opposed to giving anyone in Eden Prairie any money at all.
But the building is gorgeous. It’s RIGHT on a beach. Hello, swimming reception! We’re investigating the $$ side of it now.
Seriously, guys. It was like I was on this ultimate cathartic blogging tear for two whole days straight and then I fell of the edge of this cruel flat world we live in. Here. I give you a list of things that have happened since the last time I posted:
I taught myself three chords on a guitar that’s slightly too big for me.
I turned 34.
I had a ridiculous all I could eat brunch at Famous Dave’s and would do that every single Sunday if it didn’t mean that I’d gain the weight of a small child every time I did it.
We had a fantastic Housewarming/Engagement/Birthday party at our house that started at 2pm and ended ’round about the time everyone sobered up enough to drive home.
We saw Hunger Games.
I developed a violent fever that woke me up in the middle of the night shaking with chills that caused me to take my first sick day in three years.
And today, I worked 11 hours straight and feel like I could have worked about 20 more thanks to the wonder of Gatorade and DayQuil.
This whole flu thing has me off caffeine again, which was nice. When you can combine the headache I usually get after the first 24 hours of not having caffeine with being completely sick to my stomach and sleeping when I’m not in the bathroom (What? TMI? Oops. My bad.), I’m taking that as a sign no caffeine is the way to go.
I signed up for #30daysofbiking and wanted to get The Kid to sign up with me, too, but then realized we’d be battling over the same free bike I got last summer. Maybe I’ll bike for 30 days and have him chase me?
I can’t even explain to you how many times I’ve sat down in front of my computer, opened up WordPress and then just stared at it because I don’t know how to title my post. It’s like I’m trying to title a Pulitzer Prize winning novel, except harder because I’ve already done that (in my head) at least five dozen times.
Things have been busy around this neck of the urban woods. We have 27 days until we go to Vegas and 33 days until we can move into our new house. We’ve already made one trip to Goodwill and have plans for at least one more before we move, because as much as I love my stuff I’ve had for years and have never taken out of a box, I like not having to carry as much boxes even better.
I found a box of various greeting cards that possibly date back until the 1980s. Thanks to a suggestion from Dez (courtesy of Mrs. Dez), I’m totally scanning them and putting them into a hard cover book, so I can just throw the box away. I think it comes from growing up with two grandmas that had the most fantastic photo albums ever, but I just love being able to go back and look at those kinds of things. And, yes, that’s including the note from my fourth grade teacher, who thanked me for taking care of our classroom guinea pig (Chipper) over Christmas break. I also passed several years of swimming lessons with flying colors, in the event that you’re curious. And my letters to Santa? Very well thought out for a six year old.
And the Beanie Babies. Damn those things. I don’t even care about them, but I spent way too much time on Ebay trying to find certain ones to just throw them out… possibly over 15 years ago. Sigh. Who wants some Beanie Babies? Most have the tags!
I think I said this when we moved into this house, but I really mean it moving into this next one. I seriously don’t want to move again for at least two years. That’s not too much to ask, is it?
Take today to talk about 12 things you would like to accomplish in 2012. These 12 things can be 12 resolutions, 12 changes in your life, 12 wines you’d like to drink, 12 cities you’d like to visit, or 12 monthly goals. The decision is yours. Good luck and have fun!
I’m picking 12 things I want to do in 2012, which was a bit tricky since I have a ton of stuff left to go on my 101 things in 1001 days list, too.
Jump off the Stratosphere. (I’m planning on it in February; I just can’t chicken out!)
Visit the Neon Graveyard in Vegas. (Also planned.)
Date night with The General once a month that doesn’t involve running errands.
Learn how to tune up my bike on my own (or get a new bike).
Spend a weekend in Duluth.
Get back into a habit of taking multivitamins, fish oil, etc.
Get some legal documents created. (Requirement needed: lawyer)
Figure out what to do with these five million Beanie Babies I have.
Play poker with people instead of Facebook douchebags.
Funny thing? I’ve lost 15 pounds over the past three months without really trying all that hard. It doesn’t sound like all that much, but here’s the funny thing — it makes me no longer morbidly obese and I’m no longer eligible for weight loss surgery. The latter wasn’t at all something I was considering (too scary, plus I like cheeseburgers, pizza, and soda pop too much), but it’s kind of a monumental number when you’re trying to knock some of those rolls off your body.
All of our dogs and The Boy are at The Boy’s Dad’s house right now. He’s watching them all while The General and I go to Milwaukee tomorrow (and for the weekend). It’s way too quiet in here. Like creepy quiet. Our fish aren’t nearly as needy as those damn dogs.
Between The General and I, we’ve managed to take on enough freelance work the past two weeks to pay for our hotel room, a rental car (the Dead Hooker/Lucky Number Seven is getting old and wobbly), and all the gas we’ll need. I’ve been tired as hell and way behind on Intervention reruns, but it’s kinda cool to not have to worry about all that.
I’m very excited to spend the weekend in Milwaukee, both to show The General around the city and hang out with Rick, Brooke, and the mafia again.
I’m working a half day tomorrow. It was originally supposed to be 8-12, but then I mentioned that I was probably going to work 7-11 instead. My co-workers do not believe I’ll make it there by 7, so I’m going to try to get there at 6:30 JUST TO PROVE A POINT. And then you can be damn sure that I’m leaving at 10:30!
Yesterday, I woke up and went to the store to get some donuts and coffee before The General woke up. While I was determining which delicious pastry from Super America I wanted, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. It was a very scantily clad lady, standing about 6 feet tall. She had on gold strappy high heels and a purple jumper/dress that possibly exposed her uterus. And lots of gold chains. I’m thinking hooker, but I try not to judge. She apparently needed a morning refreshment of a slushy – a 1/3 cherry and 2/3 grape slushy as a matter of fact. I love the things that I can see in our gas station that early in the morning without feeling at all threatened. Things like that really make me love this neighborhood.
We went to Jenni’s birthday party last night. Not more than two hours after I got there, I walked downstairs to find Pete laying on the basement floor with his shorts pulled down enough to expose his entire ass and Klein standing directly above him dripping candle wax from a tealight candle onto a patch of hair that was on his back. The wax that had already been dripped onto him was covered with note paper that they give away at Holiday Inn. I have pictures and video, but then again, they do show a grown man’s bare ass and the grown man’s best friend attempting to wax his back hair.
I finally got a new cable to re-attach my CD Rom drive yesterday. I haven’t been able to use it for months. I’m not going to lie — the only reason I got it is so I could buy Sims 3, which means if you think my posting is slim-to-none now, just you wait. I love me some Sims.
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.