31 March 2011

It's almost Opening Day!

I'm so excited for the start of the new Twins baseball season. Let's not forget the Final Four is this weekend. Yay!

This week at work has been getting progressively better each day. I hate to say anything, because I'm sure I'll jinx it. I've done it before. But I'm going to try to leave early tomorrow, even. Lord knows I deserve it. Plus, I want to run a few errands before I get home to tidy up before the game starts and Law Talkin' Gal comes over.

The prospect of a relatively normal weekend makes me so happy, too. Normality! Routine! HOORAY!

29 March 2011

Doing other stuff.

Tonight really got away from me. It's 11:00 and I just finished dinner. But it was worth it. I really wanted a tuna melt and the one I made totally delivered.

I did a couple of posts at That's not a parking spot asshole. I didn't get home from the yoga until well after 9:00. But it was a good class, despite the fact that the instructor played Coldplay. His class soundtrack sounded like he was channeling the Garden State soundtrack. He seemed a bit young for that.

Anyway, I should be getting to bed. It's almost hump day! It's almost Opening Day. It's almost the Final Four. Yay!

28 March 2011

Hello, stuff.

Oh my God. I've missed my apartment so fucking much. I spent the last week dog-sitting for urbanwanderlust and Idris Arslanian. I cannot remember the last time I slept somewhere other than my own bed for seven whole days. It was probably when I went to Mexico more than 10 years ago. That was a week-long trip. Sure, I had several dog/house/cousin-sitting gigs for my aunt and uncle that went anywhere from three to five days, but SEVEN?

Last week was a bad fucking week, too. Work kicked my ass. I was working every night, so I couldn't go to the gym. We had a lovely Spring storm. It was like everything conspired to make it a horrible, god-awful week. Even having my favorite CORGI! around to pet didn't do much to help. If I'd been able to have some sense of normalcy -- anything -- the TV shows I normally watch, going to the gym, something else that isn't coming to me now ...

Oh! I remember. I couldn't even hang out with The Boy I Currently Like as I normally would, because I had to make sure the dog was fed and had ample opportunity to toilet (sorry ... I was channeling Victoria Stilwell for a moment). That's the reason I never actually mention when people ask why I don't have a dog. If I did, I'd not be able to spend the night at his place. Can't leave the dog alone for 24 hours or more. That would be horrible.

Whatever. It's over. I'm back at home in my lovely (though horribly messy) apartment. I worked a long day, but I still managed to get to the gym and run to Trader Joe's. I'm mostly unpacked, even! This week at work is going to blow, if today is any indication.

BUT! I've won Office Douchebag's NCAA pool. That means I made at least $100 on top of my entry fee. I love that I beat Office Douchebag AND The Boy. Though, it seems a bit silly for The Boy to have given me $40 to give to Office Douchebag. He could have just given me the $40 and been done with it. Now I'm going to buy him dinner with some of my winnings. I wish I didn't have to wait for a whole week to get my winnings. Story of my life. I still don't have my Football Jesus, I've not gotten my fantasy football winnings for two seasons and I'm sure it will be a while before I get whatever I won for finishing second in the IDYFT NCAA pick 'em. (Though, I did get my books from Andrew Wice. At least someone gives me what I'm due.)

Also, opening day is Friday. I just gotta make it to Friday and it'll be a sportstastic weekend.

Now, I'm going to go take a shower in my own bathroom and soon, I'll be heading off to the Land of Nod in my very own bed on lovely clean sheets.

27 March 2011

Would you look at that -- it's my blogiversary.

Actually, I started this blog five years ago yesterday. Jesus. Five years? I can't believe I've been doing this for five whole years.

Honestly, it doesn't seem like that long ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. Possibly even better than I remember yesterday, quite frankly. Okay, that's not true. But I remember the days around it pretty clearly.

I don't understand why y'all do it, but thank you for reading. I'm lucky to have met many very awesome people by writing this blog. Both of those things continue to astound me. I really needed a reminder that my life isn't completely horrible.

25 March 2011

Community Supported Agriculture.

If you're in the Twin Cities metro area looking to sign up for a CSA share for this year, Driftless Organics has openings. This will be my third year with them and I can't wait for the season to start.


I worked at least 10 hours today. Without a break to even shower. Or brush my teeth. The need to go to the bathroom went away after I peed out the coffee I drank (good thing I made that before I started working), so I'm pretty sure I ended up a little dehydrated.

Somehow, I found a bit of time to cry and throw things. Neither made me feel better, unfortunately.

But, whatever. It's all over now, right? I'm showered and fed and drinking. The basketball action sucks tonight, but I spent a good 30 minutes petting a dog.

Most importantly, I'm not going to check my work e-mail or log in remotely all weekend. I won't do it.

24 March 2011

I couldn't possibly hate this week any more.

I'm sitting here, having just finished my fifth consecutive evening working, thinking about how much I absolutely hate my job right now. I probably shouldn't be packing it in, because I'm not sure I'm going to make my deadlines tomorrow. But I'm pretty useless at this point.

Spending every week just trying to get through the week is starting to wear thin. I'd love to start looking for something new, but I just don't have the fucking energy. I don't regret not taking the job I was offered a year ago, or anything. I'm just not happy with my current situation. If I wasn't working 10-12 hour days, I might feel differently.

I've also been out of my comfort zone all week, which has led me to sleep horribly and get out of my routine/schedule. It's fucking cold and we have several new inches of snow on the ground. Oh, it's going to melt. It'll melt fairly soon, even. But Jesus H. Christ, it's disheartening.

Once again, I'm sitting here staring at the screen and there are no thoughts in my brain to make their way to my fingers, so there's little point in me sitting here with my hands on the keyboard. I think I need to watch a little hoops. We can't even get a live look-in on the BYU-Florida game? I thought it was great that we had more options last weekend (though, even with four games on four different channels I managed to be bored by all the options a number of times). But when I'm somewhere without cable, having games on two channels blows. We don't even get the Wisconsin-Butler game. Fuck you, Duke. Go straight to fucking hell.

Fuck it all, goddammit.

23 March 2011

Excuses, excuses.

A good book.
Broken windshield.

Things just keep coming up.

22 March 2011

This week could be going better.

I'm not going to get into details at the moment, because I'm cold and tired. I've got more work to do than time to do it. It's storming and there are things related to that storm that I feel are going to cause me problems. I have a headache from clenching my jaw too much.

Fucking fuck. Can this week just be over with, already?

21 March 2011


I'm sorry. I really should be doing a real blog post, but I'm still working and I think I'm going to need a break when I'm done. There's just been so much basketball and other stuff going on that I've not had a chance to check in to see how y'all are doing.

But! I am without cable for the next several days. While I do still have my trusty laptop and a really good book, I'm sure I can find some time to write a real, honest-to-goodness blog post in the next few days. I'm not making any promises (I'm not an idiot ... well, not all the time, anyway), but I'm really going to make an effort. Quite frankly, y'all deserve better.

16 March 2011

It's like Christmas Eve, only awesome.

I'm so stoked. I shouldn't have to work too much this weekend. I did get a bunch done today (not as much as I could have, but I'm not perfect), so maybe just tomorrow early and Sunday. Not too terrible.

Either way, I won't be at the office and I won't be answering work e-mails. I will be on my couch (or in a chair at The Boy I Currently Like's place), watching basketball and drinking. Especially tomorrow, since it's St. Patrick's Day and all.

It's the most wonderful time of the year.

15 March 2011

Shocking news.

I wish it was shocking. Looks like I'm going to have to work during at least some of my basketball vacation. Mother. Fucking. Cocksuckers.

This is my one real vacation. At least, I consider it as much. I've been taking the first two days of the tournament off eight or nine years now. When I was in college, it was easy -- it was Spring Break. My early years of working I probably didn't have the vacation time or thought it was silly. But at some point, I decided it was important to me.

What I want to do for four days is watch basketball. And drink. I'm totally okay doing those things alone or with others. Usually, it's some sort of combination of the two. Of course, something always comes up to fuck things up -- work, people scheduling events, family obligations. This year is no different. I've got a little bit of everything. I'll be lucky if I get one day of basketball goodness.

But it's okay. You see, what's important to me isn't really important, because other people don't get it. It isn't important to them, so it can't possibly be valid. That's why I've spent the Final Four in church last year. Never mind that I've had this on my calendar since October (not that I need to put it on my calendar -- I know when it is). If I try to get out of something by saying I have plans, it won't fly.

So why not fucking work?

14 March 2011

The more you know.

I may have learned tonight that resting when I'm sick is actually a better idea than trying to power through it. Sounds crazy, no?

Usually when I'm sick I work, go out, drink and go to the gym as I normally would. Well, maybe I do it all about half speed because I'm sick and totally wiped out. My colds seem to really linger, too. I have a cough for weeks on end.

This time, though, I decided to take it easy. Sure, I worked. I also had a party. But I skipped the gym and did my best to get to bed at a decent hour. And here I am, feeling about 90 percent. I even worked out as I normally would tonight. With other colds, during that lingering cough, I'd go to the gym and have to leave probably halfway through a workout because I was coughing my ass off and had a horrible headache from all the coughing.

From now on, I will not power through my colds. I will rest and allow myself to recover. It's pretty sad that it took me 37 years to figure this shit out. But what can you do?

13 March 2011

Springing forward.

I'm going to go ahead and assume the reason I'm ready for bed at 10:00 is because of the lost hour of sleep last night. Nevermind that The Boy I Currently Like once again employed his uncanny ability to keep me up far past my bedtime. I knew what he was doing the second he turned the TV to the Throwback Jamz channel. Damn you, '90s R&B for keeping me awake and engaged when I should be fast asleep.

The one less hour of sleep is tolerable, though, with the additional hour of daylight. The sun even came out for the last bit of the day. Yay! It's getting so close now, but I'm dying for the snow to be gone. I don't know that I've ever felt this anxious about the arrival of Spring. I NEED IT NOW. So much so, in fact, that I can't wait for the rain to come later in the week to help melt this fucking snow. It will take zero time for me to then start bitching about all the fucking mud everywhere, but what can you do?

I feel like most of us have been admirable in our abilities to get through this winter. I know The Boy is having a really rough time of it. We just have to keep telling ourselves that in a month or two, it will all be forgotten and we'll remember why we live here.

We're gonna make it, y'all!

12 March 2011

No one told me there would be bacon.

Yet, right there on my Bloody Mary, was a delicious strip of bacon, sandwiched between a piece of smokey cheese and a pickle.

Instead of meeting my friends at the end of their race for outdoor beers, they opted for indoors. It's cold and windy as hell out today. After a bunch of phone calls and driving around South Minneapolis, we ended up at The Lyndale Tap House for brunch.

Despite the slow service, it was lovely. I've only ever been there for drinking, really (though, their appetizers are good). Macho Man wanted me to go for brunch last week and I declined. Doubt I'll be making that mistake again. Not only was there the bacony Bloody Mary, but you get a free Mimosa with brunch. And the shrimp and grits I had? So good -- creamy and savory and the shrimp were cooked just right. I shall return.

After the ladies hit the road for their journey back to Southern Minnesota, I decided to run out to the mall to get a few things. I got some free shit at Ulta. YAY! With my Urban Decay purchase, I got a free eyeshadow and two lip glosses. They're decent shades and deluxe sample-sized. It's a pretty sweet deal. I also got two free nail polishes, but that's because I spent a bunch of money there over the previous quarter.

My mission to buy a new purse was thwarted yet again. Goddammit. I cannot find a purse I like anywhere. It's been a few years since I bought a new purse and I really want one. But I won't buy just any purse. I've not even really seen one I like for about a year. That's just sad. I didn't get the Wonder Woman makeup I've been coveting from MAC, either. I'm having a tough time deciding on shades.

But I did manage to get a few sweaters off the Macy's clearance rack. Then I got some 20 percent off coupon. I made out like a bandit in that respect. It seems like that's the only kind of situation in which I can shop -- relatively spur-of-the-moment, in-and-out with no plan or no real intention to get anything specific.

Now I have a couple of hours to relax and watch more college basketball tournament action before heading to see The Boy I Currently Like. Not bad. I deem today a success.

11 March 2011

Somehow, I managed to get through this week.

I'm not entirely sure how I did it, but hey -- it's over. I feel marginally better than I did last night -- both in health terms and in mental terms, I think. Though, watching the devastation in Japan doesn't help the mental well-being at all.

Hey -- at least the news isn't about Charlie Sheen or the fucking bullshit in Wisconsin. Except if you looked a little bit, you could totally find more news on both. I'm super proud to see pictures on Facebook of my aunt and uncle and a friend at the protests. I'm also super proud to see a friend (and many of her friends) posting that they're planning to go and protest tomorrow. I know really awesome people.

I should probably be winding down for bed. I'm supposed to be at Lake Harriet tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. to meet The Stylist and another friend from home at the 100% Irish for a Day race. Okay, I'm meeting them at the beer garden. But 10:00 is awfully early and it's supposed to be a whopping 26 for a high tomorrow. And there's that pesky wind advisory. But I'll get there! I will. I can rest when I'm dead, right?

Yay Wolves, by the way. Not only do they have back-to-back wins, but they're back-to-back blowouts. Mama like!

10 March 2011

We know what is best for you.

This morning, I got an e-mail from NARAL Pro-Choice Minnesota. It was another missive about the bills in the Minnesota House and Senate that would ban abortion after 20 weeks.

A few things: could you think of a more awkward name than the "Pain-Capable Unborn Child Act?" No? Okay. That'll do. Also, how does this create jobs or shrink our budget deficit? How does it shrink government? That's right; it doesn't do any of those things. Such a bill would likely create more red tape. Less government my motherfucking ass.

There was a link to a story in the Des Moines Register in the e-mail. It's the story of Danielle Deaver, who was forced to carry her fetus to term because of Nebraska's law banning abortion after 20 weeks.

I urge you to read the story. It's fucking heartbreaking. It's also disgusting. It's perfectly emblematic of the paternalistic attitude of the men who make these laws.

Deaver and her husband wanted to have kids. They tried several times before having a son; when she got pregnant again, she told people about it early on. She figured she'd done it once successfully, so this time should be a breeze.

But this time wasn't a breeze. Her water broke at 22 weeks and the prognosis was dim. The fetus wasn't viable and had maybe a 10 percent chance of the baby being born with a heartbeat and able to breathe. The couple made what could only be an agonizing choice -- end the suffering now. Except their doctor said he couldn't help because of Nebraska's law banning abortion after 20 weeks.

So this couple and their families had to spend the rest of that pregnancy in agony. Danielle Deaver had to carry that fetus to term. She delivered her and held her for all of her 15 minutes of life. She had to watch her baby struggle to breathe for 15 minutes and then die.

Why would you do that to someone? Why would you put so many people through such heartbreak and sorrow? How would you like to be born only to spend 15 minutes struggling to get a breath before you die? How is that life precious?

But you know what? If you want to go through all of that, more power to you. That's your choice. If you want to end your horrible fucking nightmare and get on with the healing, you should be able to do that, as well. You should have the choice. It's a fucking medical decision to be made between a woman and her doctor. That's what Danielle Deaver tried to do, but the lawmakers of the state of Nebraska thought they knew better than her and her doctor.

I'm just fucking disgusted. There is plenty more to be disgusted about, as well -- the union busting in Wisconsin, Peter King's ridiculousness, this fucking bullshit that's just beyond goddamn insanity ... My heart hurts, my head hurts, and I need a drink.

08 March 2011

Remember me?

I guess it hasn't been quite as long since I last blogged as I thought. I mean, five days isn't that long is it?

Yesterday I had intended to write a little, but my modem shit the bed in the morning and I couldn't blog from my phone for some reason. However, I now have a fancy new modem and an encrypted wireless network (finally). I thought that might help me be able to connect remotely to work, but no dice.

It would have been really nice to be able to connect remotely to the office because I've been feeling like ass the last few days. Fucking cold. I blame the wedding (and the cold-infected relatives there), as well as work for not giving me any damn time off. Hey, no problem -- I'll spread my germs all over the office because I can't take any time off to recover. No problem. I currently hate that place so freakin' much.

Had an awesome Mardi Gras party. I had no idea I could get that many people in my apartment. It god loud, y'all. I watched some little kids' basketball and didn't hang out with The Boy I Currently Like over the weekend. I had to reschedule my massage and facial tonight because a) I'm sick and b) I was at work until 6:00 and the appointment was for 5:30.

There are undoubtedly a million other things I could/should write. However, I'm feelin' like ass and I still need to wash dishes. Motherfucker. I need to rest.

03 March 2011

Someday I will get it.

I made my King Cake tonight for the Mardi Gras party tomorrow. I am not good at rolling out dough. It's all lopsided and shit.

I am hoping it tastes okay. It smells awfully good.

There was more I could probably write, but I'm tired and not feeling super well. I'm also pissed because my bonus that I was supposed to get in February isn't showing up on my pay statement thing on the whatever stupid system we have. What. The. Fuck.

02 March 2011

You won't stop me, cold.

I blame the wedding featuring sick relatives and Chicken Little for making me work on Monday when I'd requested the day off to rest up after the weekend. Honestly, I hate the day where I know I'm getting sick so fucking much.

But I will not let this cold stop me from having the Mardi Gras party on Friday. I'm doing well on the food and got some tidying up done tonight as well. No resting, but what can you do?

Fucking life, conspiring against me. How dare you, and so on?

01 March 2011


On Saturday, the women of the bridal party got ready at the parish school across the street from the church where the wedding was held. "Got ready" is ... well ... I showed up, sat around for 45 minutes and then put on my dress and walked across the street. That was my weekend pre-wedding. I was efficient and on time, everyone else was late as fuck.

But back to the school. I attended CCD classes there from first grade through my senior year of high school; nearly every single Thursday morning, I was there. That's right -- we went to our religious education classes during school time. Those who didn't got extra art or study hall or other awesome things. Fuck that noise. I often lobbied my mom to let me stay at school and have an extra study hall, but usually to no avail.

When I was attending those religious education classes there, I do not recall the place being plastered with anti-abortion posters. But it was on Saturday. It also smelled like urinal cakes. Yum!

The most awful of these posters was this one:

Look, I'm unabashedly pro-choice. You could possibly even call me rabid. But come on. Any person with a brain would look at that baby and know that black-eyed demon babies should always be aborted. That baby looks like he's been infected with the black oil from The X-Files. THAT BABY IS EVIL.

That wasn't the end of the anti-choice shit I heard/saw over the weekend. There was a petition for "pre-born" babies during the Mass. I tried to give the benefit of the doubt, because the matron of honor is knocked up. However, that still stuck in my craw (as evidenced by the fact that I'm still annoyed today).

Seriously, though -- don't let the demon babies take over.