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some nights I forget the internet is even around

It’s usually night like tonight, too.

Drive home from work where The Boy and I yammer away about homework, cleaning his room, a kid at school that’s kind of a jerk, and Minneapolis city curfews. The Boy does his math homework while we run to the store for paper towels, a prescription, and a winter scarf Riley can wear to his first visit to Santa on Saturday.

The three of us stand around in the kitchen. Well, The General cooks, I open things and taste test new recipes. The Boy, in his attempt at talking his way out of cleanup duty, tried to say he helped with dinner prep by “providing conversation”.

Dinner at the table, discussions about hot sauce and what size shoe The Boy’s dad wears. Then it’s off to bathe for The Kid and some program watching for the adults.

Now I’m in bed with little Thelma. The Kid has a Panic at the Disco CD on repeat while he sleeps. And The General and Riley are closing up shop downstairs before coming up to bed.

Nights like this have become my life and I don’t have a complaint in the world about it.

my noble attempt at biking to work ended like this

Please note the dangling handlebars.

So much for being green and healthy and all that stuff! I’ll try again when it’s cooler… and I bring an allenwrench with me.

the amazing race: it never changes

Tonight I decided that The General and I should catch up on The Amazing Race since we haven’t watched it yet and the episodes are dating back to early February. Within the first 15 minutes I was already angry at the show.

Now as many times as I’ve watched a season or even just an episode, there have been an abundance of things that have not changed and will not change. Oh, and I shall gladly list them for you.

1) You will inevitably be going to a country where English is not the primary language and likely not even spoken. Do yourself a favor and learn some basic vocabulary. Taxi, bus, airport, which way – these are things that will benefit you. I promise.

2) Sometimes in these magical far off countries, cultures will be different. If a cab driver doesn’t understand you when you are talking very loudly in broken English, yet you get pissed off and throw a little American temper tantrum, you’re making yourself look like a gian douchbag. Congratulations.

3) One of the two of you should either know how to do or learn how to do one of the following: drive a stick shift, know the cardinal directions, easily read a map, not be scared of large animals, and someone better damn sure be able to calm the other one down when he/she completely flips the you-know-what out.

I guarantee that if you decide to try out for this show and keep the above points in mind, you might possibly win. If nothing else, you won’t end up looking like a giant ass on national TV.

And you’re welcome.

the failed to do list weekend

I really did have the best intentions to accomplish a list of this weekend and, boy, did I fail. I did manage to finish some freelance work and that was it for Friday’s list. The Saints winning the Super Bowl will put an extra $25 in my pocket, so it ended up being somewhat of a profitable weekend.

I downloaded the SparkPeople app for my iPod Touch (whose name is Eddie Danger) and now I’m nearly obsessed with it. It wasn’t until Thursday night at bowling when I added up 1000+ calories that I had drank that day alone. Holy balls, right?

I had half a can of Dr. Pepper yesterday and nothing but a can of sugar free Red Bull today. Yesterday’s 6 hour headache from caffeine withdrawl had me second guessing my decision to kick pop to the curb, but 10 calories for sugar free Red Bull? That is a big hell yeah.

Meet Eddie Danger!

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.