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Dear Karma:

What the hell did I ever do to you? It may be possible you’re mistaking me for someone else.
I wanted to write details, but I physically can’t. My hands get numb when I type for too long.

Hugs and kisses,

Wendy

I just feel validated I’m not the only one that thinks this.

Yesterday’s was a That Is Totally Me! comic as well.

Molly, Angie, & me (and our asses)

This is from ye ol’ 10 Year Reunion last month. It kinda took an entire month for the photographer to make the pictures she took available. Odd, I thought, but whatever. That’s why she’s a professional photographer and I’m not, right?

This one, as you can see, is a “proof” and I’m supposed to pay $6 for a 4×6 of it. I probably will, though, because who wouldn’t want a picture of these three hot asses hanging on the wall next to the picture of me and my brother that was taken last Thanksgiving?

The photographer was actually really fun. She wasn’t a fan of those lame ass posed Homecoming dance shots, and just told us to do whatever. It should be painfully obvious that we were clearly being fashion models.

I always forget how much I love the internet, and I hate it that I have to be reminded how awesome it is by things like the COPPER COWBOY from Chicago emailing me.

How cute is it that he emailed me through Flickr to ask if I could send copies of the pictures I took to him, and then emailed a second time apologizing for bothering me and saying he’d figured out how to download them on his own?

I mean, I heard SexyBack on the way into work this morning, so I had hopes that it would turn into a surprisingly good Monday, but by about noon that had all changed and continued to go downhill when I remembered my normal chiropractor was on vacation and I had to see his partner, Dr. Mike, who for some reason makes my muscles tense up even more.

But then an email from the Copper Cowboy completely turned my night around… at 9pm.

I tried to let this go with just two sentences, but it was too awesome to leave at that.

The 612 Party, celebrating all things Minneapolis and then some, is easily the best party I’ve been to in months. The Party Cabin is by far my favorite, but you can’t compare one night to a weekend. Considering I didn’t get home until 8 a.m. Saturday morning, though, you could very possibly consider The 612 Party as a LOCK IN!

Cindi hooked us up with her monster-sized party room, which was full of a ton of furniture, awesome mirrors, and was wonderfully decorated with a Minneapolis-motif. Matt was clearly the best bartender in town. As much as I would like to name everyone that was there, I can’t remember because there was a ton of in-and-out traffic. I guess that’s what you get for posting a party invitation for all the internet to see. But it’s good to know it worked!

There were two boys (Ben and Ryan) that showed up at some point that were awesome. Much discussion has taken place about these dudes, and nobody knows anything about them! Normally, that wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but we all really liked them. So, like my cast-fetish boyfriend of sometime ago, I posted an ad on Craig’s List to find them. Yes, it’s that important, because, as the ad says, I really needed to finish my baseball discussion with Ryan.

There are my pictures, Jenni’s pictures, and Desi’s pictures so far. I’ve added half of theirs to my Flickr shopping cart, and I’m sure I’ll have more to add before getting them all printed. I’ve realized I’m not printing out enough pictures, so I hafta start. I’ll really want to be able to show the pictures of The 612 Party to the children I adopt from Kenya, Anarctica, and West Virginia.

The pictures are making me laugh, my all-access backstate pass lanyard is hanging on my bathroom door knob, and I’m making good use of the leftover vodka from the Jello Shot Salad. If nothing else, it should be some good tonight.

First, me in my new Twins stocking cap and Riley:

From our trip to Chicago. If I were to move somewhere outside of the Twin Cities, it would be Chicago.

From the 612 Party. I seriously have the most awesome friends ever and I invite you all to visit so you can meet them.

Back to my Sims-playing, football-watching Sunday afternoon.

Registering for The 3 Day today trumped all the crappy things that happened today like the constant headaches that start at the base of my brain and move its way forward and the idea of having to get a CT Scan done tomorrow.

My nerdy dog thinks it’s cute to sneak out of his crate when I forget to zip tie it shut and have his way with my apartment. I’m generally not too pissy about it, because really, it’s my fault. But today, I was irritated. He’d pulled down (yet another) bos of Pasta Roni off the shelf and tore it open. That’s your explanation for when you come to my apartment and the carpet feels crunchy.

Now to finish up with the stuff in the kitchen I’m doing and go to bed, because I’m not sure how else to shake this damn headache.

Yes, I know it’s only October of 2006, but you know what today is? Registration day for the The Breast Cancer 3 Day in 2007. Please think for just a minute or two about signing up for the walk or just to volunteer during the course of the walk. It’s an amazing experience that I guarantee you will never forget.

Here are the dates and locations of next year’s walk:

Boston       August 3-5, 2007
Chicago      August 10-12, 2007
Cleveland    August 17-19, 2007
Twin Cities  August 24-26, 2007
Seattle       September 7-9, 2007
Michigan     September 28-30, 2007
Philadelphia October 5-7, 2007
Atlanta       October 12-14, 2007
Tampa Bay October 19-21, 2007
Dallas        October 26-28, 2007
Arizona      November 2-4, 2007
San Diego  November 9-11, 2007

If you have questions about signing up to walk or volunteer or the fundraising or anything at all, please don’t hesitate to email me. I’ll talk your ear off about it, which you’ve probably realized if you’ve read this site at all over the past year. Honestly, it’s the best thing I’ve ever done and I can promise you’ll feel the same way.

If you’re in the Twin Cities or just want to take a 60-mile walking tour of it in August, join Team Boobylicious. We raised over $25,000 for the 2006 walk, and we’re setting our goal even higher for 2007.

Right now, my most favorite car in all the land (my Escape) is about $275 away from getting totaled out. All because some asshole wasn’t paying attention when he was driving. You have no idea how sad this makes me.

I was minding my own business, being a perfect law-abiding citizien on my way to be on time (yes, on time) for work and what happens? I get rear-ended by some jerk who was too busy putting his coffee in the cup holder. And what do I get out of the deal? A swollen neck, more time away from doing any physical activity, two extremely bruised and banged up knees, numb forearms and hands when I try to actually work, and now the possibilty of having car payments once again because the payout on my Escape isn’t going to be anywhere close to buying another SUV like my poor, nameless, crashed-up car.

The mechanic that I just talked to hadn’t even noticed that the driver’s side seat was stuck in the recline position, so once he adds that on to the estimate, I can see it taking an extreme turn for the absolute worst (or worse, whatever) and it just fucking infuriates and saddens me all at once.

When I talked to State Farm Insurance (the insurance company of the ass that slammed into me) several times this past week in an attempt to get a rental car, they assured me I would be put in something comparable to what I was driving. I was driving a Ford Escape.

Yesterday, I find out that they only allow a “Standard” rental car. Enterprise Rent-A-Car, which is where I picked up my car, lists their “standard” cars at a Pontiac G6, Dodge Stratus, or a Pontiac Vibe (which I’m driving now). How on this glorious planet or any of those cars comparable to a small-size SUV?

Three different State Farm Claims Adjusters told me to get something comparable. If it weren’t for Enterprise telling me that the insurance company would only pay for $24.55/day, I would have wound up with an SUV and a very hefty rental bill.

Today when I call the Claims Adjuster that’s associated with my claim, she says, “Oh, I should have probably explained that better.” You think?

com‧pa‧ra‧ble - capable of being compared; having features in common with something else to permit or suggest comparison.

Used in a sentence? A Pontiac Vibe is not comparable to a Ford Escape.