Best quote of the day from the annoying woman I volunteered at Noah's school with:
"My husband is known for his balloon animals."
Indeed.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Go, girl!!! Stop take life sitting down!!
Okay, so what's a go-girl?
Simply put, GoGirl is the way to stand up to crowded, disgusting, distant or non-existent bathrooms. It’s a female urination device (sometimes called a FUD) that allows you to urinate while standing up. It’s neat. It’s discreet. It’s hygienic.
GoGirl is easy to use. Just lower your panties, and put GoGirl against your body, forming a seal. Aim and, well, pee. Pretty simple, huh?
(This is my favorite line!!!) You won’t be like a man. You’ll just pee like one.
Simply put, GoGirl is the way to stand up to crowded, disgusting, distant or non-existent bathrooms. It’s a female urination device (sometimes called a FUD) that allows you to urinate while standing up. It’s neat. It’s discreet. It’s hygienic.
GoGirl is easy to use. Just lower your panties, and put GoGirl against your body, forming a seal. Aim and, well, pee. Pretty simple, huh?
(This is my favorite line!!!) You won’t be like a man. You’ll just pee like one.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Quiz addict
I quizzed myself out today. I am done. For now.
Some of you may know that I don't particularly like my name and have wanted a good nickname for years.
It has never happened.
Tonight, while bored and caught wasting time on stupid quizzes, I took the nickname generator. It came up with "Tom" even though I put in that I was a female.
Burned, yet again.
I think I am officially done looking for a nickname.
Some of you may know that I don't particularly like my name and have wanted a good nickname for years.
It has never happened.
Tonight, while bored and caught wasting time on stupid quizzes, I took the nickname generator. It came up with "Tom" even though I put in that I was a female.
Burned, yet again.
I think I am officially done looking for a nickname.
Couples Quiz
I could just use Facebook fodder forever. Whee!!
What are your middle names?
Michelle and Wayne.
How long have you been together?
11 years.
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Met when I was 17. Started dating when I was 24.
Who asked whom out?
Stan asked me out. I had been waiting for this day for 7 years, he almost asked me out 3 years earlier, but thought I was telling him to back off.
How old are each of you?
35 and 39.
Whose siblings do you see the most?
Mine. We see Nemy and Boot at least 1-2 a month.
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
The most we have had to deal with is crap from my side of the family. However, now we only talk to people who aren't certifiably insane, which makes life roses and candy.
Did you go to the same school?
The same college, yes, but not at the same time.Are you from the same home town?
No, but we are both from the Twin Cities Metro Area, although Stan was conceived in CA.
Who is smarter?
We are both smart in different ways. I would say it's a tie.
Who is the most sensitive?
Hmm. . . I think we both are.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
We like going to new places.
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
San Francisco.
Who has the craziest exes?
Me, because I once dated Jesse. Shout out the the Jesse!!! Seriously though, I didn't acquire standards for a loooong time.
Who has the worst temper?
Mine is quick to fire, Stan's simmers strong and deep.
Who does the cooking?
Me. Stan heats frozen things.
Who is the neat-freak?
We are more of a messy family. Although I do have my cleaning binges.
Who is more stubborn?
We are both stubborn, so, very, stubborn.
Who hogs the bed?
I do.
Who wakes up earlier?
Stan does. I believe this is the key to a great marriage: have a spouse that likes getting up early to tend to the kid and doesn't mind if you sleep in. This is heaven, people.
Where was your first date?
Crema Cafe in Uptown.
Who is more jealous?
Neither. We really trust each other and have no reason to be.
How long did it take to get serious?
Stan told me he loved me on the second date. He had never said this to a girl before. So the answer: 3 days.
Who eats more?
Me.
Who does the laundry?
Stan does more laundry. We both suck at putting it away. We've sometimes lost Noah in the pile of clean laundry that lives in the basement. That reminds me, where is the dog?
Who’s better with the computer?
STAN.
Who drives when you are together?
Me. I like being in control and Stan doesn't care one way or the other. It's amazing how many people we know think it's weird that the man in the relationship doesn't drive.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Lisa likes to
Top 10 results on Google (and I don't have to make an original post - genius!)
- Lisa likes to boogie late into the night.
- Lisa likes to watch movies.
- Lisa likes to BOFF (stands for Babelgum Online Film Festival)
- (As) Lisa likes to say . . . "with us, you get 2 agents looking out for your interests for the price of 1"!
- Lisa likes to chase squirrels.
- Lisa likes to go with the flow.
- Lisa likes to make decisions.
- Lisa likes to travel (and animals).
- Lisa likes to go hiking in the woods.
- (Mona) Lisa likes to kill.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
A New President's Day Ritual
Noah was playing with the neighbors and broke his super cool, always getting the compliments, Converse glasses.
I guess slipping on ice and sacrificing blood and skin particles to concrete is the kid's new way of saying, "Happy President's Day!"
After his parent's similar sacrifice of $180 new glasses made it all better.
Noah picked them out because they look like glasses a scientist would wear. He's kind of right (see example below).
Also, he thought all of the other glasses: looked the same, were lame or girly.
In lieu of a picture of Noah, who is sleeping, here is a picture of what the glasses mostly look like:
It will take some getting used to. I will also have to keep myself from calling him "Harry" or "Thomas Dolby."
I guess slipping on ice and sacrificing blood and skin particles to concrete is the kid's new way of saying, "Happy President's Day!"
After his parent's similar sacrifice of $180 new glasses made it all better.
Noah picked them out because they look like glasses a scientist would wear. He's kind of right (see example below).
Also, he thought all of the other glasses: looked the same, were lame or girly.
In lieu of a picture of Noah, who is sleeping, here is a picture of what the glasses mostly look like:
It will take some getting used to. I will also have to keep myself from calling him "Harry" or "Thomas Dolby."
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Love, love, love, love love. . .
Happy Valentines Day to my reader(s)!
Who knew!?! It's almost as annoying as Twilight!
Although this is what I really wanted to say:
Who knew!?! It's almost as annoying as Twilight!
Although this is what I really wanted to say:
Friday, February 13, 2009
CONGRATULATIONS!
Our records show that your account is paid in full as of 02-04-2009.
We appreciate having been able to serve you (for the past 14 years) and hope that your educational experience has been a good one.
Borrower Services Department
a.k.a. Student Loan Goons.
Only took 14 years to pay off 30 grand. Good thing I paid for massage school (10K) out of pocket!
P.S. Guess which degree is paying off more?
(hint)
We appreciate having been able to serve you (for the past 14 years) and hope that your educational experience has been a good one.
Borrower Services Department
a.k.a. Student Loan Goons.
Only took 14 years to pay off 30 grand. Good thing I paid for massage school (10K) out of pocket!
P.S. Guess which degree is paying off more?
(hint)
Okay, I lied
I didn't go to the gym. Stan was home sick so I stayed home to comfort/take a nap with him.
Good thing I didn't push it and go. Turns out I have a killer case of shin splints on my right ankle. Half the time I step down it feels as if someone is jamming a dull knife in my ankle. I was going to work through the pain, but that would only make it worse, although it sounds heroic.
This is what I get for exercising! Who knew it could be fraught with so much peril?
I just want to curl up with some cider, an ice pack, and a good book.
Good thing I didn't push it and go. Turns out I have a killer case of shin splints on my right ankle. Half the time I step down it feels as if someone is jamming a dull knife in my ankle. I was going to work through the pain, but that would only make it worse, although it sounds heroic.
This is what I get for exercising! Who knew it could be fraught with so much peril?
I just want to curl up with some cider, an ice pack, and a good book.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Ow
My ankle hurts. Stairs hurt like a MF.
It hurt last night - but I still worked out for an hour.
It hurts this morning - but I am still going to the gym this morning.
The gym didn't make it worse, so as long as I keep it mobile and supported, I think it will be okay.
Besides, I don't want to stop. I always stop after a week or two at the gym and lose all momentum.
My momentum is not going anywhere! Except, forward I guess.
It hurt last night - but I still worked out for an hour.
It hurts this morning - but I am still going to the gym this morning.
The gym didn't make it worse, so as long as I keep it mobile and supported, I think it will be okay.
Besides, I don't want to stop. I always stop after a week or two at the gym and lose all momentum.
My momentum is not going anywhere! Except, forward I guess.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I'm an aunt (again)!
Evelyn Faith Eller was born via C-section 2/10th 2009 at 10:24am. She is 7.3 pounds 19 1/2 inches long. Congratulations Courtney and Dave (Uncle Dude)!!!
Now I think I might have Aspergers
Not really, I only scored 11 out of 50 on the Austism spectrum, but I do have some traits (I know, don't we all).
- I fidget a lot. Moving my foot back and forth is a constant habit when my legs are crossed.
- I get completely absorbed in what I am doing and find it difficult and annoying to stop. Mostly this happens when I am reading or watching TV.
- When watching TV my head will tilt to the right and then move slightly forward. I am now locked in and hard to distract - even from lame commercials.
- It has taken me a long time to learn that everyone feels like me: an outsider with low self-esteem. Sometimes though, I still feel as if I am on the fringe of life, watching others live and interact with seamless ease.
- I sometimes have trouble with my expressions. There are times I know I should look sad, interested, etc. but my brain is having trouble getting the message to my muscles. I remember my parent's neighbor yelling at me when she reported a break in at their home. I was simply thinking, "Put on your 'everything is fine at our crazy house' facade" but she thought I was amused at their bad fortune. I do have to admit that sometimes it's just hard to hide the scorn I sometimes feel for people. Faking it is hard.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
We got it.
Yes, the mouse is dead. It went back upstairs to it's hidey hole in the eves and met it's fate at the hand of an old school trap with organic peanut butter as bait.
Whew. No more worries about a mouse crawling into bed with us at night or somehow getting up my pant leg. Ick.
Renee is still here. Yesterday was lunch with Stan at Bryant Lake Bowl. Then Renee was off to spend the rest of the afternoon/evening with Marsha and assorted Walker family members.
Today we had brunch at Wilde Roast Cafe, which was fabulous as always, and hit the local thrift store, Rewind, before we head back home to regroup.
Only 2 days left. Soon she will be dropping me off at work and taking Noah to the Children's Museum. It's play time for them and work time for me. Boo for me.
Whew. No more worries about a mouse crawling into bed with us at night or somehow getting up my pant leg. Ick.
Renee is still here. Yesterday was lunch with Stan at Bryant Lake Bowl. Then Renee was off to spend the rest of the afternoon/evening with Marsha and assorted Walker family members.
Today we had brunch at Wilde Roast Cafe, which was fabulous as always, and hit the local thrift store, Rewind, before we head back home to regroup.
Only 2 days left. Soon she will be dropping me off at work and taking Noah to the Children's Museum. It's play time for them and work time for me. Boo for me.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Proof of Renee's Visit
Today was IKEA (a first for Renee).
Marsha (Nemy) and Renee at IKEA.
Then we made a visit to Jimmy John's (which Renee desperately misses) and we were supposed to end the evening at the Kitty Cat Club (that we went to twice on Renee's last visit three years ago).
But first, some images from the Clown Lodge. Seriously, it sucks to say that, it will always be the Clown Lounge to me.
Renee with some Midwestern beer.
I wanted a picture next to the Puma. Renee was sad that someone killed it just for decor.
I wanted her to pet the squirrel. She was sad someone killed it just for stuffing purposes. So I did it for her. I think they are rats with legs. Flea ridden vermin. Seriously.
Although the best part of the decor was this:
it doesn't look like a skunk, but I wish it was.
Anyhow, Nemy is sick with chills and a fever so we are skipping the show at The Kitty Cat Club. Instead we are staying here and drinking Pinot Grigio from the box.
At IKEA, we bought a mattress for Noah's room. When we got home I ran upstairs to get the missing parts from his bunk bed so he and Renee could sleep on it tonight (he had been sleeping on an air matress while she slept in his bed). When I was making a trip from his room to the upstairs bedroom I saw a mouse. A mother fucking tiny piece of vermin in my house.
While I was trying to remember to breathe, Stan came home. We quickly went out to buy mouse traps (covered for the main floor uncovered for the upstairs in case it came from the storage spot in the eves). Holy shit, but I can't stand vermin. They creep me out just like spiders. I even like snakes better.
I hope we get the fucker tonight. It would make me feel much, much better.
More updates on the amazing visit of Renee later. I gotta go set up the last of the traps.
Marsha (Nemy) and Renee at IKEA.Then we made a visit to Jimmy John's (which Renee desperately misses) and we were supposed to end the evening at the Kitty Cat Club (that we went to twice on Renee's last visit three years ago).
But first, some images from the Clown Lodge. Seriously, it sucks to say that, it will always be the Clown Lounge to me.
Renee with some Midwestern beer.I wanted a picture next to the Puma. Renee was sad that someone killed it just for decor.
I wanted her to pet the squirrel. She was sad someone killed it just for stuffing purposes. So I did it for her. I think they are rats with legs. Flea ridden vermin. Seriously.
Although the best part of the decor was this:
it doesn't look like a skunk, but I wish it was.
Anyhow, Nemy is sick with chills and a fever so we are skipping the show at The Kitty Cat Club. Instead we are staying here and drinking Pinot Grigio from the box.
At IKEA, we bought a mattress for Noah's room. When we got home I ran upstairs to get the missing parts from his bunk bed so he and Renee could sleep on it tonight (he had been sleeping on an air matress while she slept in his bed). When I was making a trip from his room to the upstairs bedroom I saw a mouse. A mother fucking tiny piece of vermin in my house.
While I was trying to remember to breathe, Stan came home. We quickly went out to buy mouse traps (covered for the main floor uncovered for the upstairs in case it came from the storage spot in the eves). Holy shit, but I can't stand vermin. They creep me out just like spiders. I even like snakes better.
I hope we get the fucker tonight. It would make me feel much, much better.
More updates on the amazing visit of Renee later. I gotta go set up the last of the traps.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Stop. Sister Time.
Renee has been here for three days.
Day one was Sam's high school hockey game followed by Davanni's pizza, Summit Maibock and karaoke in the basement.
Day two was a get together at T and Kari's party room in St. Paul. The night ended playing gin rummy with Sarah in front of the fireplace at Britt's Pub. We closed the place out and took a taxi home.
Day three contained eating at The Bad Waitress, shopping at Electric Fetus, watching Noah in karate class, steaming at the gym and eating dinner at Pop! so Renee could have some good ol' lake fish (walleye). As I type, Renee is putting Noah to bed. Boot and Nemy are picking us up at 10 P.M. to hit The Clown Lounge for more drinking and some live music.
So far, so good.
Day one was Sam's high school hockey game followed by Davanni's pizza, Summit Maibock and karaoke in the basement.
Day two was a get together at T and Kari's party room in St. Paul. The night ended playing gin rummy with Sarah in front of the fireplace at Britt's Pub. We closed the place out and took a taxi home.
Day three contained eating at The Bad Waitress, shopping at Electric Fetus, watching Noah in karate class, steaming at the gym and eating dinner at Pop! so Renee could have some good ol' lake fish (walleye). As I type, Renee is putting Noah to bed. Boot and Nemy are picking us up at 10 P.M. to hit The Clown Lounge for more drinking and some live music.
So far, so good.
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