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This is hard for me to admit. It really is. I’ve been watching The View. I started watching it because of Rosie O’Donnell. I’d rather lick a brick building twice in one night than watch Star Jones-Reynolds last year, so this is my first year watching it.

And seriously? I love it. Yes, there are episodes like today’s where Susan Lucci is guest-hosting and the guests are Rod Stewart and Joan Rivers, so I really couldn’t care less about the interviews. But I love with Elizabeth Hasselback tries to defend the current administration or obviously push her ultra-Conservative views onto someone, and then she gets every word she says shoved back into her through by either Rosie or Joy Behar.

There’s just something about Rosie that I love. Her blog. Her pictures. Her old talk show. Her awesome guest appearance on Nip/Tuck. And even now as she modereates this talk show that’s probably aimed at either stay-at-home soccer moms or freshly-retired school teacher that are looking to fill their day.

So, yes. I love The View.

And, on a different topic, do you know what I really hate about just cooking for one person? Only having one person to remember how long to set the timer for the frozen taquitos.

I did a little celebrating of the Canadian Thanksgiving tonight. That’s right. I have a real live Canadian friend. We had a nice time, etc.

And then Cindi and I made our own marching band, which I’m sure is a Canadian Thanksgiving tradition. (I really wanted to embed that, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it in Wordpress. Lame.)

There are, of course, my pictures and Jenni’s pictures, too.

Amongst a million other things I have going on right now, none of which I’ll probably be talking about here, I finally uploaded some pictures I took over the past week or so.

The Smith-Cotton High School Homecoming Parade.

My 10 Year Class Reunion.

My First Hockey Game (ever) and a Night at the Bar.

New Riley Pictures, naturally.
My new hobby - 365 self-portraits in 365 days. I just started yesterday.

I have about eight hours of work to do today, followed by a Canadian Thanksgiving celebration. All of that didn’t prevent me  from taking my typical 2nd quarter nap during the Vikings game.

Buck O’Neil died yesterday. Before he could get those votes to get into the Hall of Fame, he died. He was an amazing person and an inspiration to anyone involved in the game of baseball.

It’s got to be completely appropriate and responsible for me, as a dog owner, to let my dog play with a stuffed severed monkey arm and an empty frosting container. I didn’t really know about the frosting container that he’d pulled out of the trash some time ago, because he’d been hiding it under my bed. I only caught him this evening when he was carrying it around on his face. Apparently white frosting is a hit with pain-in-the-ass boxer puppies.

I really do have a lot to write about, because really when don’t I, right?

Just about everything else in my life’s had to come before updating. I’m not sure I like it, but I’m not sure it can be helped much!

Hopefully things will calm down sooner rather than later.

Or alternately titled “Where i’ve been for the past five days”.

Wednesday: doctor’s appointment where I learned my foot actually isn’t broken and I’ve been lying this whole time, so I have an MRI scheduled for this week. Afterwards, I drove to MO, where I would be until Sunday.

Thursday: Working from my parents’ home. Lunch with my mom. Dinner with the family. Hanging out with one of my best friend’s house.

Friday: Working from my parents’ again. Lots of errand running over lunch for the weekend’s reunion festivities. Running into my old journalism teacher. The Homecoming parade. Tailgating with 1996 alumni and seeing their kids. The Homecoming football game.

Saturday: Decorating for the reunion. A tour of the high school. Visiting family. The reunion.

Sunday: THE TWINS WIN THE DIVISION. I drive home.

Now that I’m home, I wish I could breathe for a second, but instead, I’ll be slammed by work since it’s the last month of our fiscal year and spending my free time at Twins’ playoff games starting tomorrow.

But more later, I’m sure.

I got a notice from my apartment complex this past weekend letting me know that they were going to do their annual owner inspection, which involves looking for things that need fixed and/or bug infestation. A lady that lives in my building said they were also looking for hazardous material. I’m not sure she knew what she was talking about, though.

In any case, I’ve been cleaning a bit over the past few days. I cleaned the bathroom Sunday night, which was neat. And then I did some work on the kitchen and some much needed laundry on Monday. I finished up a lot of the living room and my bedroom last night and this morning. Then, I realized something. I kinda live on the messy side.

But you know what? I live by myself, so I can be. And I like it.

My dirty dishes find their way to the dishwasher, and generally my trash winds up in a bag. Sometimes, I leave my shoes in the living room, and maybe my pants in the kitchen from time to time if it’s been a rough day, but that’s the way I like it. Plus, it makes my pants easier to find when it’s time for laundry day, right?

Yes, I hate doing laundry, so I make sure I have enough clothes to last me months on end. Where do the dirty clothes wind up? In a pile. On my closet floor. And for that matter, my clean clothes do, too.

I figure I should probably finish picking up my laundry before I head out of town today. The annual inspector people are just going to have to deal with the fact that I forget my spare bedroom even exists, and therefore have yet to unpack the boxes that are stacked in the room… perhaps containing hazardous materials.

October is Boob Breast Cancer Awareness Month. You all know how much I love boobs, and if you don’t, then you’re probably close to dead to me anyway.

Since you haven’t seen/heard any fundraising pleas from me in a whole two months, I figured it’s high time for another one!

The 5th Annual Blogger Boobie-Thon for Breast Cancer is here. On October 1st, the site will be filled with pictures of boobs from bloggers everywhere. Jealous? You can submit yours, too.

The Twins beat the Royals tonight and the White Sox got pounded by the Indians. What’s that mean? The magic number of 2 quickly disappeared and the Twins officially secured a spot in the playoffs this year. WOO HOO!

About 400 things sucked today, but the Twins players wearing swimming goggles while they spray each other with champagne makes up for just about all of them.

Lately, I’ve had my fill of customer service people. As a former customer service representative and a very damn good one at that, it absolutely infuriates me to have shitty customer service. And it keeps happening more and more lately!

If you’re my server at a restaurant, I expect you to ask me how my food is, and to keep my water glass full. That’s not a lot to ask. If I’m drinking something else that may or may not contain alcohol, you could benefit yourself by asking if I’d like another one. But if you’re not going to do that, you should at least take the empty plates off the table in a timely matter, so I could enjoy the concoction of water, lime juice, orange juice, ketchup, sugar, and peppermint that I’ve developed in my half empty water glass. That, Keith, is why you only received a 4% tip Saturday evening.

When I go to by a new cell phone, I expect a courteous employee to guide me into selecting the phone that would be more appropriate to me. I understand you’re in sales, so I would enjoy hearing your pitch on each phone. That’s why I’m in the store and not ordering online. So, if you could put your Taco Bell cup down long enough to help me, that’d be great. And when I do decide on a phone and you ring it up, don’t insinuate that I’m stupid for not buying a wall charger. Guess what? My old phone has the same charger. I plan ahead, dude.

And for God’s sake, don’t argue with me about my cell phone plan. I know I pay extra to have unlimited text and picture messages. You’re looking right at my account and you should know this. Or at least check on this before you argue with me that I don’t have it. And no, I’m not sorry that we prank called people from the cell phones you have on display in your store. That’s what you get for being a douchebag.

If you’re not going to provide quality customer service, there are plenty of jobs that don’t require you to do so. You could paint the stripes on my parking lot or clean out the sewers, for instance.

Good service with a smile. Is that too much to ask?